Look for that bathroom

As that ethereal plain stretches before you, you find it difficult to focus on much of anything. That thick cock slapping against your hairy thighs refuses to be ignored. Passing the stables, you continue on, holding your burbling fat sack, bouncing on the heels of your feet as the path continues.

At long last you come upon a simple white door. There are no words, but painted on the front is a simple stick figure wearing a skirt. The universal sign for a women's bathroom. You shrug. You'll take what you can get. The door has no handle so you push your way in to find there are still no urinals or toilets, but endless rows of white doors that remind you of the office where you caught your older sister rapidly bobbing her head in Mr. Hirsch's lap (your father's liver-spotted asshole of a boss) so he could keep his job.

The pressing matter of your bladder pushes these thoughts away. If you don't hurry you're just gonna piss right here like a damned animal (Let's be honest, you're such a nasty fucker, it wouldn't be a surprise if you did). That's when you notice something strange. Each of these plain white doors has a nicely framed picture at eye-level.

Blondes, Brunettes, Redheads. Girls of every ethnicity. Each door features the portrait bust of a gorgeous woman with hi-def detail and gazing upon them gives the impression that you're looking at a real person. Some are prim and proper with straight mouths or pleasant smiles, while others pout their lips or stick their tongues out; inviting you to partake in their mouths. You recognize quite a few as famous celebrities. So many women you've wanked over and so many you've never seen before. More than their faces, you can see their breasts, clothed, but rendered vividly, and ranging from A cups to Ds, DDs, and beyond.

Your cock flops with excitement against your leg. You're dribbling beads of piss and precum on the pristine floor now.

Behind each door, you can hear sounds of life. You wonder... if I twist this knob...

**** for relief you reach for the closest door (consequences be damned) and turn the stainless steel knob. You only briefly look at the portrait, but it sounds relatively quiet inside compared to the other doors. This will have to do.

Eager to piss and aroused by the faces and tits of so many beautiful women, you think to yourself: Will I find a fucking toilet already?