The bathroom

You heart pounds in your chest. Kara was stunning.. just the thought of her breasts pushed up against you while.. well.. if you were going to risk being on TV maybe you did need some practice. You nervously peer over at her. Her blue eyes are locked on yours as she leans forward hand gently holding her sideways head up. She raises both her eye brows at you then looks over at the bathroom door.

You stand up and walk across the room to the door, not making eye contact with anyone. The walk felt unusually long and your legs trembled a little from nerves.

Every eye in the room was on you.

The big white bathroom door said unisex and had a silhouette of a well endowed futa. You push it open gently. Inside is a large white bathroom, a old red couch to the left looked like it had seen better years. Hand washing to the right had a middle aged futa in a long summer dress, dark long hair, and a large hat is washing her hands. She doesn't look up so you don't bring attention to yourself. Three stalls straight ahead were available. With a slight ahem to clear your throat you enter the center one. Locking the door behind you it's hard not to notice despite how clean the stall was although the walls were covered in graphic depictions of dicks. Words like "cocksuckers welcome" "go big or go home" and "knock for pleasure" are written it. Arrows on both sides pointed to two holes, one for each side.

You hear the bathroom door open, and a jingle of earrings breaks the silence.