You decide to look for Lindsay rather than face him

"Actually," you begin slowly, an idea forming. "I think I'm going to the ladies room to freshen up. Why don't you order for me?" you tell him with a fake smile.

"Sure," you hear him say, but you're busy walking away, tugging down your dress, making the knot behind your neck undo a little more. Wishing you'd never agreed to wear this stupid dress you have to **** yourself not to stomp as you walk toward the ladies room.

Your suggestion to Jacob wasn't just born from a need to clean up. It occurred to you that after giving a handjob any lady would head to the washroom to wash her hands at the very least. Well, maybe you hadn't done that the last couple of times you gave Jacob a handjob, but any proper lady would. That is...

Shrugging off the thought you take a deep breath and push open the door to the lady's room.

Looking around you feel relief and disappointment rush through you as you realize that there's no one there. Lindsay must not have...

You freeze partway to the door and feel like an idiot as you realize that there are numerous stalls in here, and she could be in any one of them. Well, except for the two open ones.

Pausing at the sink you look down at your own hands, and thinking about handjobs and washing you turn on the water and soap up your hands. With an eye on the stalls you take your time, not quite looking away in time as a lady emerges from one.

Having been caught in the act of looking at her you turn back toward your hands, but can't help but notice that she has quite a sway to her walk as she approaches you.

"Hi. It sure is hot in here, isn't it?" she asks, in a voice that sounds as butch as her haircut.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, a little at a loss. Did she think you were checking her out? You wring your hands, all soap gone as you will her to leave.

"So, are you...?" she paused, fishing as you silently wish she'd leave. Lesbians freak you out. The thought of going down on a girl is as disgusting to you as having a dick in their ass is to most guys.

"I'm looking for someone," you hastily reply, then hide a wince. That sounded far too inviting, and apparently the woman thinks so too as she steps closer to you.

"This is a good place to look," Wanda says, and you nod.

"That's what I thought," you agree, nodding and smiling politely at her, wishing she'd go away. You eye the other stalls, wondering if there's anyone else in those, or if you're all alone.