Meet Danielle

You take a deep breath and make some lame excuse to Britney that you quickly forget as you cross the Food Court to the hallway with the bathrooms. The moment you turn the corner to where the bathrooms are, Danielle grabs your hand and pulls you into the ladies’ room. As you are dragged in, two women walk out, giving you curious looks but deeming it best not to say anything.

Danielle keeps pulling you through the now-vacant room into the handicapped stall. She locks the door, pulls off her skirt and panties so all she has on is her thigh length stockings, heels, and Pink Panther shirt. After putting down the toilet seat, she places one foot on top of it as she points her cell phone camera at you. “Okay, John, get started,” she demands.