I owe that much to her.

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to watch this. But she had asked me to trust her. I shuddered slightly, and hoping I wasn't setting myself up to be hurt worse than this already was, pushed open the door.

Inside, the dingy bathroom smelled of chemicals, and two stalls adorned the far wall, with one of the doors sitting wide open. The telltale tape of a glory hole adorned the metal between the stalls. Charlotte hadn't moved far, merely checking out the room along with me, when her eyes lighted on a paper towel dispenser.

"Hurry the fuck UP, bitch." Mike's voice sounded from the closed stall, and I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Oh, Ah can't wait!" Charlotte intoned, turning towards me and rolling her eyes. "AH dew loohve it when a mahn knows what he wants..."

She jerked her thumb towards the dispenser and mimed pulling out sheets.

"One secunt, sugah..." She called back, pulling her soaked shirt over her head. Her erect nipples jutted out at me, and I couldn't help but take in her beauty. She noticed my eyes, and her expression grew softer. She twisted the shirt over the sink, getting as much of the rain out of it as she could.

"You know what? I want to hear you tell him how much you want to suck my cock." The voice of the clerk became agitated, and at the small hole in the wall, an erect penis pushed through. "Get over here, and do it."

Charlotte's mouth hung open for a second, before she screwed up her face in an expression of disbelief. "Oh, baby..." She groaned out looking right at me. Her hand pointed at the Hawaiian shirt which was in my hand, since I never bothered putting it on back at the van, and she tapped her thumbs against her forefingers.

I realized that she meant the Cell phone, and immediately handed it to her.

Charlotte started stepping backwards, typing a quick message. She lobbed the phone back, and began to sink to her knees, dropping the shirt to the floor.

"Oh Sugah, I'm gettin' Readah for yah..."

"Call me SIR, Bitch!" the voice shouted, and I saw the erection throb visibly. Honestly, he didn't have a bad looking cock.

"Oh, yes Suh..." She groaned loudly. She slapped her hand against the metal between the stalls, and opened her mouth widely, letting her breath impact softly on the erection.

I glanced at the phone she had tossed me and saw three small words written on it.

Does It Hurt?

"Yeah. It does." I said quietly.

"Dude, SHUT THE FUCK UP." Mike shouted. "Bitch, tell him how much better my cock is than his."