Vyki enters new territory

Richard peered out the door and luckily the light traffic up front held true back here as no one was around. Stepping into the secluded hall, he held the door open and waved the woman out while he watched down the hall. Hearing her step out, he let the door close. Not hearing the door to ladies' room open, he chanced a look over his shoulder and saw the daft woman just staring at the closed door. In a harsh whisper, he said, “what are you doing?!? Get in there, get cleaned up, then get back to your table before anyone realizes what we did.”

Vyki stood there staring at the door to the formerly forbidden room. Another round of vibrations had cascaded into her groin and halted her movement while she regained balance. The emblem of the humanistic outline of the dress seemed to mock Vyki as her eyes locked on it. Her mind went to the concerns of being found out going in there; however, a harsh whisper brought her back to the reality of what she just did in the room assigned for her birth and knew that being found would be even worse. Taking a deep breath, she summoned up what little scraps of courage she had left and followed the waiter’s orders to get cleaned up.

Seeing her disappear behind the door, Richard breathed, then took a moment to compose himself & ensure his uniform was put together. Walking down the hall the realization of what he had just gotten away with added to his over-inflated ego as he walked into the main restaurant like a concurring hero.

Meanwhile, in the ladies' room, Vyki had looked at the mess on her face in the mirror and reflexively went to scrap it off, but chided herself as the finger got near her mouth and immediately turned the sink to the highest temperature & washed her hands thorough. Nearly scrubbing them raw with hand soap, she wiped her face clean and repeated the process with her hands. However, part way through her cleansing, her bladder finally reminded her of her state and could no longer take the audible teasing of the rushing water.

Turning to the stalls, Vyki walked in and contemplated for moment if she could rig up a way to do it standing, but realized it would be bad on many levels, and resigned to sitting on the public porcelain managing to relieve herself; her thong dangled by her heels.

Cleaning herself up and re-dawning her panties, Vyki’s hand slammed against the cubical wall as, yet another vibration assaulted her, and she moaned out in the privacy of the privy, the echo off the walls assaulting her ears. Once the vibrations subsided, Vyki’s frustrated lust caused a whimper as she stomped her foot and exited the stall.

Cleaning herself at the sink, Vyki was frustrated by her disheveled looking hair and retrieved the small brush from her purse.

A few strokes in as she was dealing with a tangle, the door opened and two young women entered, “oh, hello. “

Pausing briefly while fighting to free the brush from a tangle, Vyki felt an add urgency to leave the room, but replied meekly, “hi.”

“That is such a daring dress,” said the second lady.

“Well, a girl in her line of work has to advertise the goods somehow,” the first said with a giggle.

“Oh, don’t tease her!” defended the second, “a woman in the profession for that long can’t rely on her youth anymore and can’t demonstrate her trained skills or knowledge until she gets in the door.”

Vyki’s face went red as she realized how much they were insulting her.

“Regardless,” the first countered as she looked in the mirror to fix her makeup, “I do I hope I have the courage to wear something like that at her age.” Not content with that backhanded compliment she continued, “just not outside the bedroom with Roger.”

With tears welling in her eyes as she felt another chaotic vibration starting, Vyki used what little ebbing strength and focus she had to toss the brush in her purse and exit out the door. Before her hand can even reach the handle, she could hear one of the catty duo say “aww, hurt the poor whore’s feelings.”

Vyki was able to get on the other side of the door from the bitches before the sensation in her groin overwhelmed her as she leaned against the wall of the secluded hallway until they passed. Once able to see again, she quickly stepped out of the hall to get to the relative safety of Molly and hopefully get out of here.

However, she couldn’t even get halfway there before an electrical zap caused her to re-evaluate her existence. Looking across the restaurant, just through the door to the other dining hall, she could barely see Molly leaning over into view swinging her finger from side to side. Realizing Molly was critiquing her flopping gait, Vyki took her first few tentative steps cocking her hips and sending her dress flying a bit with every step. She was immediately rewarded with pleasant vibration sending her already edging libido even higher.

She could feel eyes boring holes in her ass as she sashayed across the floor and murmurs of ‘damn’, ‘sexy’, ‘slut’, and ‘whore’ seemed to cross her mind, but she couldn’t distinguish them from external whispers or internal chastisements. Upon reaching the nearly empty room the two of them had been placed in, Vyki could feel Molly increase the speed of the vibrations, and all thoughts other than getting back to the happy safety of Molly left her mind as she focused on every engorging step as the vibrations brought her closer and closer to relief.

When she nearly fell into her seat, practically plopping her bare ass on the faux leather sure she was about to orgasm and didn’t want trip while doing it, Vyki whimpered sullenly as the vibrating ceased just before her ass hit the seat. Looking across the table at Molly, she sees a joyful glint behind her ravishing smile with a heat in her eyes that that reminds Vyki of so many past dalliances she feels her already nearly explosive arousal climb even higher as she notes they’re panting in sync with each other.