She gets up and asks for help

Dana gingerly got up to her feet, her knees and elbows still hurting from breaking her sudden fall. She turned around to see the man washing his hands, looking in her direction but not saying anything.

His stare made her aware that she was still as naked as she had been when entering the restroom. She tried to cover up, putting one hand across her breasts while another covered her pussy.

She felt a drop of semen leak from her pussy, dribbling down her inner thigh towards her leg. She turned a bright shade of crimson - could he see what had just happened? He must think she was a total slut.

Her embarrassment made her stumble upon her words. "E-excuse me", she stammered. "Please, I need help."

The man didn't say anything. He raised an eyebrow, as if surprised by her statement.

Dana could feel desperation building up inside her. She knew she couldn't hide in the restroom forever, and she didn't want to leave in her current state - naked, cum dripping from her pussy. She needed to do, or find something to wear if she had any intention of preserving her dignity.

"What do you need?", said the man, after what seemed like an eternity.

"C-can I please get something to wear?", replied Dana, her voice quaking.

"Uh, what happened to your dress?", came the reply.

Dana blushed. She didn't know if she should tell him the truth - there was no chance he would believe her. Not that telling the truth would change anything. "I-I lost it", she replied, deciding to keep it short. It was the truth, after all.

"Where's your bra?", the man asked, clearly not in a hurry to help her. "I-I lost it too.", replied Dana, her body burning with embarrassment. "P-please help me. I can't go back out like this.", she begged.

"And your thong?", the man inquired, his mouth turning into a tiny smile. Clearly, he was enjoying this. And why wouldn't he, thought Dana. He had just fucked her brains out. She was standing naked in front of him, head bowed in shame, completely at his mercy.