Locked Out

With his girlfriend's face as red as her hair, he made the universal gesture for a twirl. He took one step to the side as he did, and guided Tanya more into the centre of the changing rooms. As he did, he positioned himself between Tanya and the cubicle where her other clothes and her handbag lay.

Eager to get this over with, Tanya quickly begun to spin. A few turns would do it, she reasoned, and then she could forget about this until tonight, when at least they'd be alone.

It was on her second twirl that Tanya realised that they weren't alone even now. With a startled cry, Tanya finally noticed the older gentleman, who responded by promptly dropping the clothes he'd been carrying.

His jaw followed suit, and he stared open-mouthed at the beautiful figure of Tanya in her pink, girly attire. Tanya's hands flew over her body, seeking new places to cover while always leaving somewhere exposed. After a few shrieks, she finally unfroze from where she'd been standing, and dashed for the safety of the cubicle.

A cubicle that had - while she'd been the object of this older man's gawking - mysteriously been closed. Mitchell had disappeared too, and while Tanya's mind raced with the full impact of her current predicament, she came to the horrified realisation that Mitchell had locked himself inside the cubicle. With her clothes. With her handbag, her phone, her house keys... with everything other than these humiliating clothes that he'd left her in.

Tanya banged on the door. "Let me in!" she pleaded. The world slowed down to a trickle, and she was painfully aware of the other man's constant appraisal of her.

Knocking on the cubicle door again, she called out to her boyfriend to let her back in. Unhelpfully, the only thing she could get out of Mitchell was a promise to come back out in a minute. A minute! As the seconds crawled by, that minute would seem like an hour.

She knew the old man was still there without even turning to face him. She could feel his eyes wandering over her exposed skin. Worse still, she could also feel his gaze fall on the "Friendship is Magic!" that was her ass was now the billboard for.

"Oh God!" Tanya whispered. Summoning up some small amount of courage from the pit of her stomach, she turned to half face her unwanted companion. Unwilling to flash her pony at someone who was obviously two decades her senior, Tanya made a play for his sympathy.

"Excuse me sir, could I ask you to leave please?" She tried to **** a smile on to her face, but her body language was almost doubled-over.

She got no reaction from him.

"Excuse me sir... my boyfriend is playing a bit of a prank on me... and I don't think he'd want you to see me kick his ass when he comes out, so... umm... perhaps you could... find somewhere else?"

The older man's breathing was quickening at the point, and a more-than-slightly-creepy grin was breaking across his face.

"You look really nice." he said. If he'd calculated his words to cause maximum embarrassment to Tanya, then the effect on her would have been beyond his wildest dreams.

Tanya spun around so she was facing away from him. Throwing both hands on to her ass, so as to cover the words, she kicked at the cubicle door one more time.

"Mitchell!" she pleaded.