Someone gets in your way.

You reach for the handle, but notice someone coming out on the other side and back away just as a black guy on his phone pushes the door open. You expect him to keep walking, but he slows down, blocking the door just enough that you’d have to push past him. You step back a bit more and awkwardly wait for him to stop texting... eventually looking over him as he continues typing:

It was hard not to notice the two long, gold chains hanging from his neck. That, along with the white tank-top and jeans pulled down enough to see his boxers definitely gave off a “gangster” vibe or, at the very least, as much of a gangster vibe you were familiar with. You tried not to stare as you waited, but as you keep looking him over - part of you trying to figure out how his pants stayed up - you notice the bulge in his boxers. The fabric wasn’t even taut… that thing must be-

“Shiiiit… You see somethin’ you like?”

You snap out of it, realizing he’s now staring at you.

“You fine lookin’.” he adds.

“E-excuse me?” you manage to get out.

“You damn fine lookin’,” he says, putting his phone away, “How old are ya?”

You feel so small compared to him. If you were in your old body he’d still be taller than you, but now he towers over you... you know you should still just push past him and head inside, but you feel so weak now. What is going on?

“Did you hear me, babe?”

“Huh?” You respond. You can barely even keep it together.

He laughs and gives his head a small shake. “How old are ya, sexy?”

“Eighteen...” You reply, too caught up thinking of a way past him than whether or not you should have answered.

“Damn, alright… alright…” He smiles and starts nodding as he takes a step towards you, letting the door close behind him. A part of you wants to reach for it, your arm moving slightly, but you hesitate too long. Dammit...

He starts looking around, scanning the parking lot. The door’s right there - just go for it…!

“Where’s your ride, babe? Where you headed?” He asks, moving close you could enough you could smell the smoke on him.

“I… uh…”

(Author's Note: While utilizing other author's characters is quite normal on CYOA, I do still want to credit MissNix with our well-hung friend here - it was their bathroom scene that actually inspired me to start contributing.)