The Ladies Room Novels & Stories

"Is there any restroom here? I'd want to use one." "Sure," Mr Fel nodded. "You'd meet the woman outside. She'd direct you to the female restroom." Yara quickly left the room. Just like he said, she saw the woman before before, standing right there in front of the door. She couldn't help but wonder if she was listening to all their discussions. She wanted to ask this woman some questions about here but her expression was cold. She didn't want to get riled up by someone's rude response. "The room is sound proof. Don't get worried for nothing." The woman began.

But now most people have gone to the lobby, and the waiting room is very much empty. Mina felt a bit regretful why she could not keep up with Lina, who wouldn't see her beside Dyan. Even those rich ladies certainly won't get in their way. "Is anyone there?" Mina looked at the rest room in front of her, knocked on the door and asked. No one answered, so it was nothing. From beginning to end, Mina was all tired, if not for the sarcastic look of those rich ladies just now, Mina would have given up long ago.

Aislinn gratefully followed Rissa out of the great room and down a different hall into another room. The room they ended up in looked like a library. There were tons of bookshelves and tables and chairs. There were a number of sitting areas with couches and armchairs arranged together in confidential little nooks. Several people were already in the room. They looked up and watched as the small group of women entered and headed for chairs. Aislinn wondered if there was a single room on this floor that wasn't full of people.

At least he let me go to the toilet. The toilet was down the hall and there was a cleaning lady outside. She stared at us when Nigel was about to follow me into the restroom and cried, “Hey sir! You can’t go in there. That’s the lady’s room.” “Fuck off!” Nigel snapped gruffly. I looked at the cleaning lady briefly. I didn’t know if she understood the pleading in my eyes. After a small pause, she gulped and said lowly, “Use the third one. The first two are not working.”

I held his arm to stop him. He sighed, as if he had no choice but to do what I wanted, fearing I might get angry again. "Come back quickly," he instructed seriously, pointing to a narrow corridor with white walls. I left Lazarus and walked towards the narrow corridor. It had two doors, one for the men's restroom and one for the women's. I quickly entered, and there were only five cubicles, along with mirrors and sinks where two other women were touching up. I entered an empty cubicle and sighed in relief as I could finally urinate.

The both girls made their outside the staff room which as soon as they got out, April pulled Yara by her wrist to which the former shrugged off coldly, "what's this about?" "Come with me!" April hissed. A seething anger laced undertone as she tugged her off. ••• "The girls bathroom? Are you serious right now?" Yara scowled in disgust. The bathroom was all spick and span. It toilets faced a large-sized mirror. There was a tissue dispenser hung on the wall, an automatic hand sanitizer placed at the front of each toilet stall and a hand dryer. The walls were all painted in white and there was hardly any trace of handprints and disgusting notes on the walls rather, a small notice board which h

"They accepted me, but I was given to clean the most dirtiest room I have seen in my life." "How dirty was the room?" She asked. I sighed trying to wave off the irritation. "They keep different kinds of ladies in the room, just to sell them off to the highest bidder," I said and let out an irritating sighed. "They only supply the women with feeding and clothings." "Then how bad is it?" She asked. I began to explain how the women have been denied the freedom of getting out unless to bath and then they can visit the rest room. "Whenever they are taken back, they do everything in the room," I said.

Now in any argument or conversation the person not drenched in piss is going to have the best advantage. “well” said Mrs Jones “ I think you have done quite enough work in the men's toilets for be one evening” I nodded meekly at her stern words. “ I think you better follow me to the ladies” She led the way whilst I meekly followed. I was very aware of the sound of me dripping on the corridor floor. She opened the door to the ladies toilets and beckoned me in. The toilets were a complete contrast to the men's. I was welcomed by the smell of fresh spring flowers. My cold feet felt luxurious carpet below them. Everything sparkled and shone. There was a line of women waiting for the cubicles. Th

I slipped in and closed the door behind me as quietly as possible. This was the ladies parlor, a space where women could safely step away if they needed. The first thing I saw was a large seat in the middle of the room. A mirror hung on the wall to the right and a sink in front of it. A slight movement caught my eye on the seat and I cautiously made my way closer to her. Dark hair lay on the corner of the seat. I could make out smooth skin as I made my way further into the room.

he said. I thought for a minute and rushed into the Ladies room to wash my face and wipe my dress "Gosh! The stain won't go off" I got exhausted and dashed out of the ladies room. Can't believe he has been waiting for me to come out "Why are you standing here? Are you waiting for your turn to use the lavatory?" I whispered covering the side of my mouth with my hand "Psst! Come closer. It's for ladies, that is why it's called a lady's room, dweeb!" I hissed.