The theatre manager comes in to break up your 'suspicious' activities

"You boys, what do you think you're doing?" an authoritative voice demands. "I saw you entering, looking all furtive. We've...."

The boys pick that inopportune moment to step aside, and the man's beady eyes widen as they lock on you. He's wearing a uniform like the rest of the theatre staff, and although not tall or muscular, his sizable girth still seems powerful in a bear-like way. On his sizable chest you see a badge declaring him to be 'Rick, Manager'.

"Is this your girlfriend?" he demands, and the boys meekly shake their heads. "So what's she doing here naked?"

"She wanted to go to the bathroom with us."

"Really wanted to," another adds. You try to edge toward a stall to take cover, using your arms to at least shield your breasts and pussy from view. Unfotunately the boys are between you and the stalls, leaving you exposed to the manager's eyes.

Rick glances at them briefly, then at you, and then to the counter. You turn to look at what's caught his interest and see your purse. The boys had slung it carelessly on the counter and your last forty bucks had spilled out onto the counter.

"Forty bucks for four guys? You some crackhead or something?"

"What?"

"You boys, get out," he tells the boys and they shuffle out looking shame-faced, though you can't help but notice a twinkle in the eyes of one of them.

"Wait, you think I'm..."

"Hookers aren't welcome in here, girl. Or druggies. I'm trying to run a business here and it's your kind that ruins our reputation."

"But, I'm not..."

"So why were you in the boys room, surrounded by men?"

"I had to go to the bathroom! I need to... to pee."

"To pee? So you went into the boys room?"

"Well, they couldn't come into the girls room," you argue.

"They could've waited outside the girls room couldn't they?"

You find yourself nodding in spite of yourself, realizing that they could have. Rick seems to take it as acknowledgement of his accusations, and to nail the suspicions completely adds, "And no good girl would be naked with a bunch of boys in a mens room unless they were there for sex."

"No! I just... I just had to pee," you insist with a whine, wishing a little that the boys would come back to support your story, to make the mean-looking man understand.

"To pee, huh?" he says with arched brow, rubbing his chin as if in thought. His eyes look you up and down. "Well if you have to pee, then pee."

"Not in there!" He barks as you lunge for a stall, the command freezing you in place.

"But..."

"Out here."

"Here?"

"Use the drain or the urinal, I don't care, but you're doing it where I can see you."

You stare from drain to urinal to Rick, all but dancing in place from the need to go, yet feeling too embarrassed to do it in front of him. Could there be another option?