I’m really doing something here, despite my sick cat.  Although, I did write most of this and the previous one yesterday, I’ve got plans for starting at least one today, too.

This is another one from the Writer’s Digest weekly prompts:

You head into the bathroom at work, walk into a stall and close the door. Moments later, as you leave the stall, you notice two people standing there and there’s one major problem: They are of the opposite sex. On the spot, you make up an excuse as to why you are in their bathroom.

I ad-libbed a little bit (a whole lot…).  =)

Whoever was in the stall next to me took an extremely long, powerful leak. Not unfamiliar to the men’s room, but when I exited the stall, I was greeted with a mane of fiery red curls – at least that’s what I could gather under the blue lights which illuminated the club’s bathroom.

“Excuse me,” I said, bracing myself for some sort of exclamation. As the infiltrator looked up, the other stall door opened. In the mirror, I found myself between two beautiful women. Perhaps it was I who had wandered into the wrong bathroom. Having held my business for a 10-minute bus ride, I didn’t care where I ended up, as long as it was on a toilet.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I was just – “

“Oh honey, what are you apologizing for?” the redhead asked with a slight falsetto and turned around.

Not sure what I was dealing with, I tried to make up an excuse for whatever the situation was.

“Where am I?” was all I could come up with. I was staring at a urinal. Yep, this was definitely the mens’ room, yet I was the one caught off guard.

“You’re in the right place, love,” said the other, a short brunette, who clicked toward me with her platform heels. Her voice was significantly lower than the other’s. “We’ve got ourselves a looker tonight, Jezzie.”

The redhead, Jezebel, was still looking at me as she stretched her lanky right arm toward the door and turned the lock. She licked her lips. Both ladies edged towards me. I was hypnotized. Their heels clicked against the pounding beat of the music that played just outside the door. It was a strangely erotic dream come true. I rose up a bit as their breasts only teased me with grazing touches, and licked my lips as I locked eyes with them as they came into my eyes’ sight. My heart was pulsating heartily at some odd rhythm out of sync with the clicks and pounds.

I moaned a little bit when I was finally sandwiched between the two of them. Our personal bubbles were entwined, when the touch of someone’s crowbar popped mine. Not cool. I was immediately rigid again.

“Don’t mind that, sugar,” the brunette said. “The only one we want to play with is yours.”

“Sorry ladies,” I said. “It was a good time. But I think that we ought to share the bathroom.”

I unlocked the door, opened it and said, “Maybe I’ll see you out there.” When the last syllable ended, I let the door close behind me and swore the adventure wouldn’t follow me out.

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