The Mens

Mary couldn't help it, the temptation was just too great, both to explore the unknown...and the thought of being caught by a man. The nude brit pushed her way into the mens restroom, slowly and carefully, listening and feeling. Thankfully the only thing she could hear was the hum of the lights, the drip from a distant tap...but that did little to calm her nerves...each step on the cold tiled floor a reminder of her nudity, a reminder that each step put her deeper into the predator's den.

This was it, the mens. She'd shared a bathroom with men before, notably her father and brother James back in England, but that was back when they all lived in the same home, and before James joined the air ****. This was different, she was tiptoeing nude as the day she was born into a place used by dozens of men, strangers, daily. Her nethers tingled at what could happen if she was caught, if she was discovered.

Poking her head into the room proper she was greeted by her reflection looking right back at her, almost making her jump. Mary let out a sigh of relief when she realised it was just a duplicate trying to fool her, and that at least visually she was alone. The next thing that hit her before she could give the room a proper scope was the smell, the scent of urine was strong in the air, no doubt this place was only used for relief and not touching up appearance like the women's...that could of course be personal bias speaking.

Surrendering to dealing with the odor, Mary took in her surroundings. The mirror she saw herself in, that she can now see most of her nude form in as she entered the room, ran along the wall, above a row of sinks. The wall opposite to the mirrors ran a row of...lower sinks? It then clicked in Mary's head, they were urinals, the women's didn't have them for the obvious reason that it was harder for women to piss standing up than men. Finally the far wall had two cubicles that probably had 'normal' toilets. Unless men shit standing up as well.

Mary just shook those ideas out of her head then grumbled to herself, she was at her goal, technically she could leave but...she had to plant her flag. Making her way over to the cubicles, bare feet padding along hard tile flooring, the nude woman pushed the one to the left open finding it...'vandalised'

"Fucking Christ this room is like a POW camp..." She sighed to herself, turning her gaze away from the horrific sight and heading to the cubicle on the right, which apart from a small pile of litter in the back right corner looked fine. Content with not being scarred for the remainder of her stay, Mary stepped inside, closing and locking the cubicle door behind her, before planting her bare butt down on the seat.

Moments after beginning to relieve her bladder, Mary heard the door open. Her heart stopped as she continued to pee, she was trapped, both in the room and on the toilet seat. She couldn't leave the cubicile, she was nude, naked, unclothed in enemy territory.

That's when the voice started "C'mon, we gotta get going...Greg's waiting for us at Stella's" The voice sounded, worn but not hefty, like it was spoken by a smaller man, but Mary couldn't tell, she knew he was American at least...as well as that narrowed things down. Greg though, was this guy on his phone or...?

"Don't worry we'll get there, still got plenty of time" No, he wasn't alone. This other man had a...vaguely Eastern European accent, but she couldn't fully tell anything else about him other than his accent. What were they talking about though? Going to a party, someone's home? A bar? ...a stripclub?

Mary sat still, holding her breath, trying to relieve herself quietly as they continued to talk, stress flexing her bare toes on the tiled floor. She was cornered prey, the predators unaware they were playing her little game, mere metres away from where she was sitting.