She does.

She started to say something, but I'd had enough of being punished and pleasured for an audience.

"Where is your bathroom? I've got a bit of an emergency," I said, teeth bared in what I hoped was a smile. Of course I knew where the bathroom was, but I was eager to be away from the old woman. She handed me my ticket and pointed down the hall. I walked with as dignified a stagger as I could manage, glossy cat tail slapping at my calves as I went. I wish I had thought to tie it around my waist to keep it from peeking out below my coat, but it was too late now. I walked near the wall in case I needed to brace myself but made it to the bathroom without further incident.

Even before the door had swung shut behind me I was ripping my coat off. I breathed a sigh of relief and just enjoyed not being pinched for a moment, but the vibrator kept teasing and my relief was soon replaced with frustration. I glanced in the mirror and was further frustrated with what I saw. In the mirror stood someone silly and sexy, with rosy cheeks from days of being kept on the edge of orgasm. She couldn't have looked more different from the cool and confident professional I had been before. I pounded the crotch shield, part of me hoping to stop the vibrator, most of me hoping to feel something. To my surprise it stopped. A minor victory, but gratifying.

I took a deep breath and stuffed the coat in the trashcan. It would just get in the way while I was here, and I might not have time to come back for it. I shoved it to the bottom and put several fistfuls of paper towel on top of it for good measure. Security would do a sweep of the bathrooms around closing time and now was as good a time as any to get to my hiding place. I'd probably need the extra time trying to climb in heels anyway. I entered the last stall, secured my bag, and stepped carefully up onto the toilet seat. I moved slowly, distributing my weight as best as I could. I reached up and slid the ceiling panel to the side.