The Ladies Room Novels & Stories

The way to the restroom was crowded with people, all dressed to the nines, floating around. The first fight at the Shangri La was touted to be a big event after all. Lucien Delano’s famous club, a one-of-a-kind exotica, was noted for its amazing views and the exotic food served in the restaurants. Now Bianca pushed her way to the corridor leading to the Ladies’, quaintly called the powder room, s she noticed in her hurry, and managed to enter.

Emily slipped away from the putting green, the day’s sunburn and fatigue weighing on her shoulders. Nancy and Justin were deep in conversation by the clubhouse patio…too absorbed to notice her departure. Inside the spa’s cool marble hall, she paused at a row of doors labeled “Steam Room,” “Sauna,” “Shower,” and “Powder Room.” Disoriented, she caught sight of a young attendant pushing a trolley of fresh towels and asked, “Excuse me, where’s the ladies’ shower?”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * In the clubhouse; Ann followed the women from behind as they led her through the dark hallway into a room at the corner. One of the ladies locked the room behind them immediately they entered. Ann looked around, observing the room. There was just a bed and a length mirror hung on the wall. "You should have your bath while we get clothes for you to wear", One of the ladies said calmly and Ann scoffed. "No way", Ann objected , walking towards the door to leave but the lady grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

At a corner, not far from where they stood was a glass door that led to a garden, and a few chairs were positioned around the door for the relaxation of the ladies. Despite the fact that it was morning, and a lot of the maids should be busy with their chores, the room was quite busy, while some ladies walked out of the bathroom and changed into the black maid gown which hardly got to their knees, some hovered around the sofa and gossiped while others scrolled through their phones as they waited for their friends to change. Lara raised a brow at the gossiping and idle girls who hardly noticed their presence and frowned. "Don't you girls have work to do?" She asked, the ladies looked up at the

"Yes, the men's restrooms are accessible but the ladies aren't. Since there's is now a crime scene. The ladies will need to get to the toilet on the third floor" Dismissing any more questions thrown his way, he calmly raised his hands and they kept silent. Then he went back to his office. Getting home late, the night had fallen. Her apartment was lit up by red flame from some scented candles and the glow of the thin, yellow shape of a new moon that was high at its peak. She realized that Laura was back for she loved candles and it must be a special occasion for her to leave them on. She moved towards her bedroom door. Hearing moans and giggles coming from her room, she heard discovered that

But her nerves were still shot. When Catherine found her in the ladies’ room, Caitlin had her hands underwater. “You haven’t done that since you were sixteen. Dear, god, you are upset,” Catherine said as she approached her at the sink. There were seven white stalls against the wall in the ladies’ room. The walls were covered in wallpaper that had pink roses and a white background. The vanity sinks had a white marble counter top and gold faucets. Real linen hand towels were in baskets on the vanity. “I know,” Caitlin breathed out. “Oh, I guess I should apologize for kicking you.”