Looking around the stage

Once inside the girls had to stay all together, an order of more then 50 excited and loud models taking pictures, selfies and filming the place with their phones, while being escorted to the runway the company temporarily built inside the venue, along with the backstage area and all the light and special effects for the show.

Seeing it from the inside you get an idea of how big of a production this show is, and how much it costs.

The models had to do their photoshoot, and you wanted to do a tour of this huge space to get familiar with it and get to know all the emergency exits and stuff so in case of danger you could bring her out in no time.

Maybe Adriana was right, being a paranoid is actually a positive quality for this job. You told her she would have not seen you for a while for this reason, and to call on the phone in case of any problem, then with her permission you left.

That place was definitely big, it took you a while to see it all.

The crowd was all in the stage internal area, but the other spaces were desert, so nobody bothered you.

You were finished with your tour, but you had to pee, so you went to the bathroom that wasn't the nearest to the internal area, since you were closer to that one at the moment. Doing what you had to do, you heard the door in the back opening, but you couldn't turn with your dick out (being in front of a wall urinal), so you didn't see who was entering, and immediately after they went in one of the closed wc spaces.

You were washing my hands, already forgetting about the second person inside there, when a weird sound almost frightened you, coming straight from where the mysterious guy was.

You heard the same sound almost immediately again, and this time you asked from the outside of that cabin if that person was feeling alright.

A voice with a strong foreign accent, maybe from Eastern Europe, replied that everything was fine, and even if the words were spoken between pants, it was clear the person inside was a woman, in the man's bathroom! This was too strange to just walk away and ignore it, so you waited until that woman would come out to ask for some answers.

Unconsciously your hand was already over the gun's holster, ready to grab the SIG, but since it was a woman you relaxed and moved it away. After almost five minutes, seconds before you were about to knock on that door again, she opened it and came out: tall, brunette, blue-green eyes, full luscious lips, and a body to die for under the same VS clothes all the other models were wearing that day.