Julie escapes.

While all this was happening, a blond English girl named Julie was in the women's restroom with a handsome red-haired boy. The twenty-one-year-old college student had picked him up on the dance floor and lured him into one of the empty stalls so they could make out, or at least that was the plan. As she locked the door behind her, the strong red-haired male pounced on her and pinned her against it.

Julie yelped and let out a playful giggle. "My, aren't we eager," she said with a playful grin.

"You have no idea," he said with a lustful pant in his voice. He then pulled Julie into a deep kiss, which the blonde welcomed eagerly.

As they kissed, Julie ran her nails over his spine and up the back of his neck, and in turn, the red-haired boy ran his hand over her thighs and under her red skirt. The English girl couldn't help but shiver as the man's hand slid over her soft thigh and her shapely rump. She would have let him continue if it wasn't for the fact that they were in a public place. To remind him, Julie grabbed his hand and lightly tugged it out from under her skirt, though she made sure to place it on her hips to urge him to keep going.

For whatever reason, this makeout session was a bit hotter than most. Granted, she wasn't complaining. Still, she found it odd how quickly her body temperature rose just from his touch and kisses.

The man didn't resist as Julie pulled his hand out of her skirt. He even made the best of it by grabbing her lovely rump and dry humping her a bit, but as time went by, his hand started to migrate its way back down her thigh. As the man slid his tongue past her lips, earning a soft cue from the lovely girl, he pushed his strong hand back under her skirt. Again Julie reached down to grab his hand, but before she could reach him, the man hooked his fingers around the lip of her pantie and pulled it out from under her red dress.

Julie squeaked and giggled before lightly placing both of her hands on his muscular chest and pushing him back. "Although I do love your enthusiasm," she said with a smirk, "I would much rather not risk someone catching us while you make love to me."

"And yet you are willing to risk bringing a man in the lady's room," he said with a sly grin.

Julie chuckled and rolled her eyes, "True, still, I would rather not-"

Suddenly she was interrupted by the sound of someone barging into the restroom. This was exactly why she didn't want to have sex in the middle of a public restroom. She could easily explain away a makeout session and possibly just risk being thrown out for the night, but if someone caught her with someone balls deep in her English tunnel, then at worst, someone could call the cops. Julie was about to end the makeout when she heard the sound of a woman's brief squeals of terror, followed by the sound of a struggle and the ripping of cloaths. She could also hear the sound of two more girls giggling just outside the stall. "Was someone being ****?" Julie thought to herself.

Julie reached for the stall door lock, but before her fingers could graze the handle, the man roughly grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the door. Julie yelped before looking up at the man. "What the fuck are you-" Her eyes went wide as he cut her off with another deep kiss. As she stood there in her brief moment of shock, she heard it, the bizarre sounds of terrified screams and lust-filled moans outside the women's restroom. Something very strange and very bad was happening.

Julie struggled to get away, but the large man just pressed her down with his chest, hindering her movement. She was about to bite down on his tongue when suddenly she felt said tongue inflate in size. Shaking off the shock, she gnashed down with her teeth. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was enough to break his grip. Yanking her wrist away from his hand, she reached for the door and unlocked it.

As Julie was still pressed against it, the door flung open, and she tumbled back onto the cold tile floor. It took her a few moments to recover from the fall, at which point she was greeted by the sight of three nude women just a few feet away from her. They didn't seem to notice her as they were far too busy making love to one another. One of the girls was lying flat on her back with one girl mounting her face and grinding her pussy against her lips, while the second had her face buried between her legs and was flicking her tongue into the girl's slit.

The first thought that came to Julie's mind was…again odd…as she considered joining in on the pile. The second was that she still needed to escape. Julie turned back at the red-haired man to see how he was reacting to the sight before him, or if he was going to try pouncing on her again, then let out a shriek of terror as a long pink tentacle-like appendage flicked out of his mouth.

Running on pure adrenalin, Julie scrambled to her feet, losing a heel in the process, darted for the restroom door, and shoved it open. She rushed back into the club, hoping to either find some help or lose the red-haired boy in the crowd. But as Julie rounded the corner, entering the dance floor, she froze and gasped in horror at the sight of a massive, absolutely bizarre orgy of men, women, and mutants.

Before she could recompose herself, a long pink tentacle grabbed her by the neck, followed by two strong arms, one grabbing her by the mid, the other ripping her dress, exposing her left breast. In a reactionary move, she thrust her head back, bashing her attacker on the nose, causing blood to squirt out onto the back of her neck. The mutant let out a sharp grunt before releasing Julie's neck. Once she was free from his grasp, the young woman bolted for the nearest emergency exit, barged through the door, and slammed it shut behind her.