Some Women Trapped in a Washroom

Priya focused entirely on the pounding in her chest.

She didn't want to look around, she didn't want to think about what was going on.

And she definitely didn't want to hear the screaming from the other side of the door.

“THANK YOU! OOH…. THA…NK… YOOUU!” The moaning and pleasurable screams more at home in a porno than a horror gave Priya only one slight reprieve.

Her friend was no longer cursing and swearing at Priya for slamming the door shut and locking it.

But Priya had ****. That horse like man was running up too fast. The door seemed to even bend under the **** of his strikes before he silenced Clarie for a moment.

The sobbing angry Clarie crying to be saved replaced with a screaming wanton whore.

“What are we going to do?” Priya didn't know who the slender black girl was, but her voice conveyed obvious concern for their situation.

A scream erupted by one of the sinks.

“Did you see it? Tell me you saw it!” One panicked voice cried out.

“Saw what?

“Huh?”

The replies chimed in without much idea.

“IT WAS HERE! BEHIND ME IN THE MIRROR!”

Priya rounded the corner to see that there were actually 6 of them locked in here.

“I think we need to just calm down, what the hell is going on?”

Priya had to admit, the one woman didn't match anyone else here. The woman had the body of a model. Her metallic red hair and style shouted more of a hard rock night at a club from the movies rather than a wedding.

Roe casually strutted up to the sink to wash her hands, she could feel her heart pounding heavily in her chest, excitement at subverting these souls locking themselves away hardly repressed beneath the deceitful veneer of obliviousness.

“How do you not know what’s going on? Everyone was there for it!” The panicking girl freaked on Roe, her rational mind stuck debating fearful paranoia subconsciously recognizing the figure from the mirror in its human form.

“Well as much as I like to crash a good party, I’ve been sitting at the hotel bar.” Roe responded, drying her hands before leaning back against the counter, elegantly sure to posture herself to flaunt her curves.

“Why would someone from the hotel bar come all the way to this washroom?” Priya asked, something felt off, but between the panicky woman being calmed by two others that entered with them and this mystery woman her attentions and focus were divided.

“PRIYA! PRIYA! OPEN UP AND LET ME EAT YOUR PUSSY!” Priya shudddered, half wishing when she blinked she hadn’t received a glimpse of Clarie between her legs while being mounted by that beast.

“How many hotels have you visited? I might as well be using the front lobby washroom that pretty well anybody could walk into and make a mess.” Roe started gazing around the room, looking for things that could be of use. “I love when events happen at hotels, opening more obscure public places, ones with greater scrutiny on… Presentation. Besides, this is a great place to meet people… Usually. So what is going on out there?”

Roe could sense the denied arousal in the room, she was eager to provoke thoughts of just what these people had seen, had fled.

She’d have to personally thank who ever was outside fucking their friend later. That woman’s moans and screams were adding a nice edge.

It had a touch of fear to it. But for at least one of these souls Roe could sense it was fear that they really wanted to be part of what was going on.

“Has everyone checked their phones?” Raylene was trying to figure their way out, she felt **** even asking the question, knowing most of them had discarded their handbags with their fancy shoes when it came time to run. But still she hoped.

Roe pulled open the top cup of her shirt, reaching a few delicate fingers in she soon withdrew a cellphone. “Have at ‘er" Roe remarked tossing the device to the slender black woman.

“This says it has no signal.” Raylene plainly remarked back holding up the cell for everyone to see.

“The name is Roe by the way, figured I might as well introduce myself if we will be sharing this fine establishment.” Roe sarcastically added turning around to admire her reflection. Bindy mirrored her actions seamlessly as they pooled their thoughts.

The washroom had an unusually bountiful trap for them, the entrance to the room was around a corner and down a roughly 6’ hallway, but as a line of toilet stalls stretched along opposite the sinks, the sinks were installed into a C shaped marble counter.

Mirrors on three full sides. Meaning right now there we three Bindys.

“Should someone not keep watching the door?” The quiet mocha skinned woman had mostly been keeping her head tucked in her arms, secretly trying to block out the temptations she hadn’t actually resisted.

Simone had contemplated trying porn for most of the last 5 years, in fact before they bridesmaids had gathered everyone she had been blowing some guy in the lobby. An act she enjoyed the public display of, but now felt embarassed at having done.

She had met up with Priya back at the reception, and it was Priya that had pulled her to this safety. Safety she was afraid she didn’t want.

“Fine. You watch the door.” A white girl remarked with just a hint of a polish accent and a solid glare. Kaya simply came here as a date, she didn’t know anyone, it was supposed to be a fun night. That was until this nightmare all unfurled.

“It seems to be holding,” Priya began to respond as Roe cut her off.

“No one’s breaking through with the type of banging I hear against it.” As if on queue Clarie broke out into a peak of crescendos climaxing once more, her wanton pleasure permeating the door and resonating off the walls of the suddenly quiet washroom.

Simone bit her lip, a dark revelation dancing across her lurid tongue as she debated sharing a thought. If those things are turning people into more of them, what happens when they turn someone with a key?

The sudden thought of the orgies participants casually unlocking the door and pushing their way in to display their acts, invite the people here to join them… Simone shook her head, what was she doing?

“I… I… I think I’m gonna be sick…” Sinclair added getting up and marching into a stall and closing it, hoping for her sudden nausea to pass.

Sitting down calmly below the mirror’s view Roe contemplated her next action with Bindy. She wondered if it was safe to have Bindy reach out to the girl in the stall. Or if they should just capture the souls here…

Show yourself.

Roe concealed her grin as she watched for the other women to react. Bindy casually strutting along the sink mirrors, a hand reached out to the barrier between their worlds. She watched with her glowing eyes for these lost souls to react as she lurked around them on three sides.