A Sticky Task

Jo crept into the men's urinals both confused and alarmed at why she was doing any of this. It seemed these four jerks had some kind of supernatural power over her, though she had no idea what could possibly be causing it.

She was relieved at least that there was nobody in there to humiliate herself in front of - yet. But that barely made her task any more bearable. The whole place stunk and the area around the urinals was a mixture of sticky and wet. She tried to think about that as little as possible as she sank down to her knees and hands. Her cute skirt was probably ruined while her hands were half stuck to the floor. The smell was a lot more potent and overpowering too.

She had no idea how long she would be here for but it didn't seem likely that it would be long that she would remain alone. Sure enough she could here the door creak open and footsteps approach her.

"Jo?" a confused voice checked as she looked up to see a familiar face.