The Garden

The people who got off the bus with Bill all headed for the front gate of the Garden. It was an adult only park, greenery all around, various vendors and other attractions. Unfortunately the adult only thing meant they checked IDs at the gate, anyone under 21 wasn’t allowed in.

Fortunately, all Bill needed to do was walk around the outside to a back gate where Tasha’s cousin Ronnie would sneak her in.

The perimeter of the Garden was a 12 ft steel fence covered in a privacy hedge that blocked anyone from looking in from the outside. There was the main gate were the general public entered through a security check. But there were back gates scattered around the perimeter, they were for vendors to bring in supplies, employees to quickly enter, and as fire exits.

Bill found the gate Tasha told her about. She approached looking through the metal bars. “Boo,” Ronnie jumped out, causing Bill to squeal in shock. “Hey girl, you ready for the show?”

“You know it,” Bill said as Ronnie quickly let her in through the back gate. Ronnie had Tasha’s same stunning amber eyes. He did a little dance, raising his hands up above his head. Bill swallowed as she couldn’t help but stare as his shirt lifted, his toned stomach with his dark skin in contrast to his shiny gold belt buckle.

They caught up as Ronnie walked her towards the stage, it was her first time in the Garden so she appreciated the help navigating. “Well, the stage is just over there. Food that way, they’ll serve you **** but careful not to get too wasted. If they find out you’re under 21, they’ll find out how you got in here. Restrooms over there. I’ve got to get back to work, have fun,” Ronnie hugged Bill before dashing off into the crowd.

Bill had a couple hours before the concert started. She needed to eat and use the restroom before finding a good spot for the show. She waited in line and ordered a plate of wings and a beer. She was nervous and honestly shocked that they actually served her a beer. She doesn’t look over 21, but the vendors don’t card anyone because of the gate security.

The wings were good, and the beer washed it all down. Bill danced to the music playing over the sound system. She wanted to be up close to the stage, so she decided to visit the restroom and then get to the stage before everyone piled in.

The line was long, but Bill had plenty of time. Still she was impatient, surely there were other restrooms and maybe they’d have shorter lines. She looked around trying to figure out which path away from the food court was most likely to have an unoccupied restroom.

She was startled when someone whispered in her ear from behind, “Looking for a restroom?” She turned towards him, backing up.

“Maybe,” Bill said looking at the stranger. He had a goatee and an almost predatory smile.

He grabbed her shoulders, causing Bill to shudder at the uninvited touch. He turned her towards a path by the taco stand. “If you go down that path, hook a right at the fork and bam there’s a little hidden restroom that never has a line.” He toyed with one of her braids, letting it slip through his fingers, “And if you don’t get distracted you should easily be able to make it back for the concert.” A skull ring on his right middle finger caught her attention.

“Um, th-thanks,” Bill said shrugging away from the stranger’s hold on her shoulders. She was skeptical but the line at the restroom has only grown since their conversation started. So when the stranger walked in the other direction, she decided to head down the indicated path.

The paths were all lit, no dark corners on the way. She followed the directions and was pleasantly surprised to see that the stranger told the truth. There was another restroom with no line. Well no line for the women’s room. Bill was surprised to see a line outside the men’s room instead, in fact this area seemed to be filled with all men. Strange, there must be a male activity nearby, pickleball or something.

It didn’t really matter, she rushed past all the men. They stared, the lustful kind, as she approached the restroom. There was a big sign next to the door, full of writing something about rules. She was curious but not enough to put off getting to the stage in time for a good spot. Plus she wasn’t entirely comfortable with how this many men were staring at her.

She entered the restroom and froze as the door swung shut behind her. “Mrs. Gomez?” she asked slack-jawed at the sight of her teacher naked, kneeling on the floor sucking on a cock protruding from the wall. “I’m sorry, I’ll just,” Bill turned and opened the door.

“Wait,” Ms. Carter said raising to her feet.

“I’m sorry Ms. Carter, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

She was about to exit when Ms. Carter used a stern voice to stop her, “Bill Jeong stop.” Bill released the door, and looked to Ms. Carter, “No, no, no, no,” she panicked, continuing to cross the room. She pushed Bill aside as she reached for the door, barely missing the handle before it clicked shut. A mechanical whirring sounded as the door locked itself.

Bill saw a flash out the side of her eye. A digital clock on the wall spun through random numbers until landing on 24:00:00 and started counting down. 23:59:59 58 57. Bill turned to her nude teacher and asked, “What is going on?”