Dubai Porta Potty Stories Novels & Stories

It would not even consider the fact that I could not walk to the restroom myself so when I shat on my diaper instead of shitting in the restroom, it was an entire mess. I felt so bad for my dad because he had to help me clean up in the toilet; changing a diaper full of poo and all and then imagining the smell of it probably disturbing other passengers in the plane. It was so embarrassing. Hours later though, it was all good. I kept ordering for more and more bread from the air hostesses who worked in the plane because the bread tasted really good. Then I met this handsome host from Argentina who was so kind to me since we had to stop over at Dubai again to board another airplane.

Bruce exclaimed with shocked disgust. “What’s going on?” Bobbi asked. “Alec was telling me the secrets of ladies’ bathrooms. No wonder y’all are always going in there and never wanting to come out. Goddamn TVs! You’re probably in there watching Lifetime Movies.” Margo and Bobbi laughed hysterically. “This is bullshit. In the men’s room, we’re lucky that the urinals are clean and the stalls have doors on them,” Bruce complained.

I might just stand a chance now that the cops weren't tailing me the whole way here. Before I even walked into the restroom, the smell of piss offended my nostrils. The fluorescent light blinked like a disco strobe, and everywhere I looked, the walls had been decorated with graffiti. Two out of the three toilets were blocked with shit-stained toilet paper, and I'm pretty sure one had a baby's diaper lodged in the U-bend. I hovered over the only accessible toilet seat, reading all the scrawled messages on the back of the door, and thanking my lucky stars that I carried paper tissues around in my purse. My eyes trailed along the cubicle wall and saw a glory hole had been punched out beside the

There ahead in the ceiling-to-floor windows, I recognize a different setting, I was certainly no longer in Australia. The cityscape gleaming under harsh morning sunlight appeared none other than Dubai's skyline. In repleted dejection, I continue sobbing as my gurney is pulled through into an elevator. Some minutes later I'm sitting in a hospital setting with two doctors and nurses strolling about. They appear unfazed at me bounded by duct tape. I notice a few other entrapped foreign girls on gurneys being led toward two wards. On one of the plaques above the ward on the left reads Sexually Inactive/Virgin Merchandize, on the ward next to it read Sexually Active/nonVirgin Merchandise.

It diligently showed me the direction while I listened intently. Diretso. Turn right. Count to the fourth door and that is the comfort room. I immediately went inside. Looks like no one else. AngryI stood in an open cubicle and unzipped my pants. I pulled my pet inside, the liquid had not yet come out of my pet when I heard accented growls, it looked like it was from the last close cubicle. I smiled, it looked like someone was playing with fire inside that cubicle. After I peed I would have come out when I heard a loud shout from a man.

At least that’s what he’d thought until she snuck a phone call on a damn burner… “The clinic in Dubai took evidence photos, did a rape kit, started me on antivirals and gave me the morning-after pill.” Max’s stomach always churned with anger when he saw what men on this earth were capable of. He’d come across many atrocities on women during his SF days. Villages raped and pillaged, women mutilated and left to die. They’d rescued girls along the way, but the dead look in their eyes would haunt Max for the rest of his days.

Jax mindlinked me as everyone swam through the huge drainage pipes. “Believe me, even the air inside this sewage pipe screams of poop and piss. It is no paradise here either,” I replied and tried so hard not to gag but it was so yucky. However, our parents had trained us in far worse situations so this was still milder than those but still disgusting. “Did you do this often, Danielle ?” Samantha asked when we finally reached the end. Whew !! That was horrifying ! “Every single day for a decade and a half,” Danielle replied and everyone shuddered at that. “This route was the only way to my freedom even if it meant for a few minutes,” he added and tears welled up in my eyes. My mate had to go

“Dubai.” “What’s in Dubai?” He glanced over his shoulder and displayed a sad smile. “What isn’t in Dubai?” Memories flashed in his head. They’d had some good times out there. Many women played their games there. A few slapped them. Others rushed off in tears. It was funny how none of those women had gotten through to them like Mia. Jax still couldn’t put his finger on the reason why she made them both so crazy. He looked at Rhett. “Are you okay?”

I should have called her first thing when I got back instead of waiting this long. "Crappy. I assume you've heard all about it," I said, settling into the couch. "Yeah, but I'd rather hear it from you. I just had a meeting cancel on me, so I've got some spare time." I could just see her in my head, spinning around in an office chair and smiling at the phone. I started by telling her about Dubai, the skyscrapers and the hotel, then the dinner at the sheik's house. I told her how uncomfortable the sheik's son made me, how he leered and made my skin crawl.

Dubai mall, Dubai, United Arab Emirates. "Wow" Spencer said "This is awesome," James replied. "Let's roll in," I added. "Buy anything buyable," Damon said with a sweet voice. And we all walked in. "OMG... Damon, the number American sweetheart" A lady yelled attracting her fellow ladies. "Can we have a selfie with you?" She said, walking to us with her friends. "Yeah sure.. I hate touches" Damon replied. They have the selfie without touching Damon.