Mens Room

She decides that the best option is to use the men's room. With growing pain in her bladder she hurries towards the door.

She walks by the group of truckers, who stare at her ass as she passes by again. She overhears one of them say something about her ass, but she is in too much of a hurry to pay close attention to them.

She enters the restroom and quickly surveys the surroundings. The ugly grey tiled floors click beneath her as her heels clank against the cold ceramic. Cyndi makes her way past the row of sinks and rounds the corner, spotting a row of urinals against one wall, and a row of stalls against the other. One by one she inspects each stall, looking for the cleanest one. She settles into the third stall and quickly drops her skirt, sitting on the seat. The hot fluid is quickly ejected from her body as it splashes into the water beneath.

Breathing a sigh of relief as the pain subsides, she hears the outer door open. She listens to the footsteps as they travel across the floor, coming closer to her position.