The door on the left

"Oh thank God!" Rachel exclaimed, as the door she opened revealed a bathroom. Without really looking she bolted in, headed to the sinks and paper towels. It was only when she'd reached her destination that she realized there were no dispensers, only hot air vents for drying hands.

"Damn," she muttered, and made a beeline for a stall, only to be nearly hit in the face as the door opened.

"Whoa! Sorry there.... Oh!"

Rachel and an older man stared at each other; she saw a middle-aged man who might once have been muscle-bound but whose muscles were now running to fat. He wore what seemed to be an expensive suit and his hair and grey-speckled brown goatee were neatly trimmed. Money and power, she thought.

He, on the other hand, saw a girl who was pretty but trashy, with far too much makeup, a dress that only barely covered everything. She had big breasts that seemed stretched downward, like they were already saggy, and rivulets of cum trickling down her thighs into her money-stuffed stockings. A cheap well-used hooker, he thought.

"Well hello young lady, you do realize you're in the men's room?" he asked, a knowing look in her eyes. He looked around for whoever she was supposed to meet but saw no one.

"Oh, um, I was looking to clean up. I didn't realize it was the men's room."

"Well, the urinals might give it away, but for all I know the ladies room might have them too!" he chuckled, and Rachel felt doubly stupid as she spotted a pair of bright white urinals.

"I, um, was in a rush."

"I guess so. Leaving, are you?" he asked, looking her up and down. Well used to be sure, he thought, but she was probably pretty before the hooking and **** took their toll on her.

"Oh no! I just wanted to freshen up before I went to meet some men. Um,clients," she amended, thinking it sounded more professional.

"Ah," he winked. "Johns, by any chance?"

"Um, maybe," Rachel said, puzzled, not really sure if any of them were named John. Was it that common a name in the modelling field?

"Lots of them here," the man said, as if to confirm her thoughts. He looked her over some more, noting that she looked pretty healthy, and he didn't see any needle-marks. Looking closer Luther didn't see any needle-marks, so maybe she wasn't a druggie after-all. It was that thought that tipped the balance.

Luther had always had a thing for trashy girls and sloppy seconds. Something about a girl walking around with sperm leaking from her well-used holes turned him on like nothing else.

"Hey, maybe you can give me a hand finding some of these Johns," she smiled.