Cleaning Up

Renee huffed in frustration as she entered the woman's restroom feeling the sticky soda upon her skin. Checking the area she sighed in relief at no one else being around. She quickly shredded her jumper from her physically fit athletic form throwing it into the nearest sink.

Renee needed to hurry. The only fabric upon her was a rainbow thong with the words “Pet My Kitty” inscribed on the colorful outfit. She had foregone a bra mainly because she had no clean ones, but also she wanted to have an impression on Zeke knowing others would be there to protect her. She began scrubbing furiously at the stains in an attempt to fade them before the show. But it also didn’t help that she was standing in a bathroom in essentially nothing. Hearing the door open, Renee had a flight response quickly running into the nearest stall. Not realizing the quickness of her turn caused something to fly off into the sink with her jumper.

As she locked the door behind her and stood on the seat of the toilet, she became absolutely still. She couldn't stand being caught in such a state of disdress again. Pressing a hand to her mouth she listened carefully to the sound of wheels squeaking against the tiles.

“What the hell? Fucking kids man. Pet my kitty? I swear the young just keep getting freakier.” An elderly voice said as the sounds of something against a trashbag was heard. Renee could only hear the heartbeat pounding against her bare chest. Thinking about the kitty statement, she looked downward and stifled her nearly audible gasp. Her crotch area was entirely exposed with her arrow bush intact.

“Godpleaseno…” she pleaded remembering the noise as the janitor left the restroom. Exiting with her sneakers and black knee high socks, she fearfully looked to the now empty sinks. Hearing the door open again, Renee quickly shot her arm across her jiggly jugs and the free hand clamped to her prized jewel.