The man and his “dog” from before

You get into the bathroom with no problem, taking care of what you need to do and making your way back to the sink. It’s not until you look in the mirror that you see someone staring back at you.

“Ah!” You shout out of surprise, turning back to look at him directly.

The man can’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says.

You attempt to calm yourself down, feeling a bit foolish for reacting like that.

“I just didn’t know anyone else was in here.” You explain, feeling the redness on your face.

“I’ll be honest, we did follow you in here.” He says.

You look down to see the same rubber clad individual, standing calmly by his side.

“I couldn’t help but overhear you at the front desk.” The man says, bringing your eyes back to him. “I know the area, it’s going to be hours before anyone gets to your car, probably not even till tomorrow.”

You let out a disappointed sigh.

“I was afraid of that.” You say, your mind jumping to the thought of you sitting awkwardly in the lobby of a fetish hotel for hours on end. “Thanks for letting me know.”

You start to make your way out of the bathroom, but the man slides over into your way.

“That’s actually why I came to talk to you.” He says. “You see, my pet here…” Again, you look down, they look up at you, but you can’t make up any facial features behind the mask. “Has to end our stay early, so there’s a free room on the third floor if you want to hang out there.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say, surprised by his generosity. “But I’m fine just in the lobby.”

“You sure?” He asks. “It’s all paid for, even the room service.”

You have to admit, it is tempting. You could lay down and relax, maybe take a nap before driving again. You contemplate this more than generous offer.