No. I was right to trust her.

She stopped, and just looked at me for a moment. The expression on her face took on a soft smile, and she jerked her thumb again towards the towel dispenser. Her eyebrows lifted, and I realized that she was trying to tell me to get some towels.

I started pulling towels quickly, as I heard her continuing the dirty talk in her southern accent, but it was incredibly clear that she didn't mean it. It was almost 80's porn delivery bad. I could still see her clearly, and she was feeding Mike's ego, repeating each and every one of his vocal requests with the fakest accent I'd ever heard her do. She still hadn't touched his cock. I realized that she was just teasing the hell out of him. Occasionally she would look my way and screw up her face.

I handed her a few of the towels, and she opened her mouth again. She didn't move, but all she did was mouth a very wide "Thank YOU!" and start patting at her still soaked skin.

"I changed my mind." She said, her accent gone again. She rose to her feet.

Her expression changed to a grin as she stood. She held the wet paper towel in her hand for a moment before raising it theatrically.

"Yeah." She said calmly, dropping the soaked towel so it neatly covered the exposed rampant erection. "Race you back to the van." She snickered, not even bothering to pull on her shirt as she darted out of the stall with a grin, and raced past me, an almost musical laugh emanating from her lips as she yanked open the door and ran into the stormy fog.

"What the Fuck..." I didn't hear the rest of the shout from the stall, as I too exited the bathroom as fast as I could. I could hear the sound of curses behind me, and I glanced back at the door. Noting that there was a padlock latch on the outer door, With the Padlock thoughtfully hanging open, I closed the latch and simply dropped the open lock onto the exposed hardpoint. I took one more moment to wedge it shut with the coin the clerk had slapped down on the counter on our first encounter.