Barely..

Hearing the sounds of many footsteps descent the stairs…

Deciding it’s worth the risk, I only wipe what I can and try for the women’s room, knowing there are more stalls there.

And it’s a good thing to, for as I’m ducking into the hall there seems to be that table of fans coming to use the men’s room..

Letting out a ragged breath as I get into the women’s room, I cough. Sending a glob of cum that had been stuck on my lip to smack against the mirror.

Rushing to clean, I use what makeup wipes I have and the paper towel to make myself as presentable as I can.

I’m working the wipes through the cum streaked hair when I hear one of the stalls flush.

Glancing at the mirror, my shirt has some staining down the middle (hopefully it’ll just be mistaken for a food or drink spill?).

The face is cleaned up, though my lips are still swollen from the blackmailed blowjob..

I’ve managed to get most of my makeup under control and I’m furiously cleaning when the stall at the end opens.

It’s that southern woman from earlier.

She looks at me cleaning something out of my hair and her eyes ask a question.

Thinking quickly I saw “Bird. I stepped outside for some air and..” I let it trail off, hoping that lie is enough.

She nods and says “Ahh. Birds are jerks.” As she washes up beside me, I notice she’s taller than me by half a foot and her blonde head bobs a little and she gives me a look, with a twinkle in her eye.

As she’s leaving she says “That Bird” a slight smirk at her lip “got the back of your head too.”

Fuck my life..