No

A muffled burst of laughter made her freeze.

It came from the other side of the wall—low, youthful, unmistakably male. Three voices, layered over each other in quick, playful jabs, the kind of energy she recognized immediately: boys, probably college-aged, all testosterone and ego, talking a little too loud because they thought no one else was around.

“Dude, is that it? That the hole?”

“Shit, man—looks like it’s open.”

A pause. Then a second voice, teasing. “Bet you won’t do it.”

“Fuck off. You do it.”

“Pussy. Come on. What if someone’s in there right now?”

The first voice dropped, amused and sharp. “That’s the point.”

Another laugh, louder this time. Shoes scuffed against tile. Emily’s eyes widened.

She didn’t move.

The chair creaked beneath her as she leaned forward slowly, heart pounding.

Then one of them said it.

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it. But you owe me lunch if it gets sucked.”

The others howled, egging him on, their voices fading a bit as they stepped back from the wall.

Then—

A rustle. A zipper. A sharp intake of breath.

Emily’s gaze flicked back to the panel.

Something shifted in the dark.

It emerged slowly, hesitantly at first—a pale cock pushing through the opening, bobbing slightly with the awkwardness of its arrival.

Average size. Circumcised. A little twitchy, not fully hard yet but definitely getting there, veins visible beneath the smooth skin, the tip flushed pink and sensitive. It hung there, indecisive, exposed to the cooler air on her side of the stall, the only thing now separating the voices from the presence they couldn't see.

From the other side came a burst of nervous laughter.

“No fucking way—you actually did it.”

“Shut up, dude. Someone might be in there.”

“That’s the idea, right?”

Emily stayed perfectly still, eyes locked on the unexpected intrusion. The door was still locked. The room was silent except for the slow ticking of the wall clock and the faintest inhale from the other side.

The cock gave a little throb.

Waiting.