Gotta hurry..

I finish the “Toy” across my face.

Hold my phone out in front and stick my tongue out. Rolling my eyes up and take a picture.

God I look like a slut there.. Eyes rolled up, just a little hazel visible staring upwards. Tongue out. Lipstick across my face like an only fans slut..

I send it to him.

Emily: Photo.

I move to grab the makeup wipes from my purse when I feel the vibration.

Unknown number: You’re missing the tits out. Running out of time.

I groan inwardly and a knock comes again on my stall door “You almost finished? I can’t hold much longer” the southern lady asks again.

Steeling myself, I make a decision.

Shoving my phone in the purse

Flushing the covered toilet, I hold up my purse in front of my face as I exit the stall, letting my hair fall in front and I hope it’s enough to cover.

I see denim and blonde hair as she steps into the stall after me, barely sparing a glance.

I look in the mirror, see the lipsticked slut staring back. I quickly grab my phone, pull my tits out from my tank top and repeat the ahegao face.

I pull the phone up to take a photo and I hear a toilet flush.

The photo is taken. I manage just in time to shove my tits back in my bra as the stall at the end opens.

Not caring who is on the other side of the bathroom I step out swiftly hoping there’s no one. I grab a makeup wipe and begin to wipe at my face.

I almost bang into the soccer fan and say “excuse me” and he just grins at me. Seeing my lipstick on my face and no doubt can still make out the word “Toy”.

“See you at the bar” he says excitedly, before stepping into the men’s room.

I look at my phone and send the pic without looking at it to the unknown number.