Absorbed in his work, John sat at his desk in the office and stared at the computer screen. A sudden pressure in his bladder instantly reminded him of the strange restaurant he had visited the week before. Worrying about what Kasumi was probably going through at this moment, John sighed and got up from his chair to go to the restroom.
As he passed by two of his female colleagues chatting in the hallway, he thought about how lucky they were with their careers compared to the poor toilet girls. After entering the men's room and seeing the urinals at the wall lined up next to each other, John froze in place. All he could think about were Fumiko, Kasumi, and Kyoko.
As if he were moved by an invisible hand, he turned around and walked back to his desk to grab his bag. Without saying a word to his colleagues, he then rushed to his car and started driving. With a growing pressure in his bladder, his penis twitching in his pants, and Kasumi's cute face on his mind, he drove for three hours straight.
John's eyes lit up when he finally saw the familiar sign of the restaurant "Sapporo Secrets." Without wasting any time, he immediately ordered the same overpriced chicken katsu again and rushed to the restroom. His excitement quickly turned into disappointment when he saw that his path was blocked by a small floor stand that said "under maintenance."
Wondering about what kind of maintenance a restroom without actual toilets required, John impatiently leaned against the wall next to the restroom door. Driven by his curiosity, he then carefully stepped over the sign and quietly opened the door to peek inside the restroom. A mature woman in a blue uniform was using a hose to spray water onto the three girls. The foamy water ran down their naked bodies and flooded the floor around their knees. With an open mouth, John watched Fumiko's round breasts getting pushed left and right by the strong water pressure. Their wet, curvy bodies sparkled beautifully under the ceiling light of the restroom.
The cleaning lady, who also seemed to be Japanese, then proceeded to rub them dry with large white towels. The girls remained perfectly still in their positions as the woman hastily ran the coarse towel over their smooth skin. With great interest and widened eyes, John watched the cleaner wipe the last remaining drops of water from Kasumi's thick thighs. Then she opened a package of small yellow balls and placed them into the girls' open mouths. A strong minty scent filled the room.
After the woman finally finished her work and squeezed past John to exit the restroom, he slowly approached the girls. Keeping a respectful distance, John leaned forward to look into their open mouths. Freshly cleaned and with scented balls in their mouths, the girls really looked like proper urinals as they raised their heads and stretched their mouths wide open.
"Please listen to me, Kasumi. I think I can really help you to find a better job." John gathered all his courage to approach the young student who was uncomfortably kneeling on the wet floor between her two co-workers. "I am a hiring manager at a big company, and I could easily find a role for a bright young lady."
Kasumi didn't reply.
The complete silence in the restroom was only interrupted by the sounds of the girls breathing through their noses and occasionally swallowing their saliva.
"I understand that you are not allowed to talk, but would you allow me to meet you after work?" John continued, trying to mask his nervousness with a confident tone.
Watching Kasumi's tongue struggle to move around the scented ball in her small mouth, John nervously awaited her reply.
"Just leave her alone." He then heard Kyoko say after she angrily spat out the yellow ball. "Let her do her job. She can make her own decisions."
The scented ball that had dropped from her mouth onto the wet restroom tiles was slowly rolling towards John and stopped right beside his shoe.
"I just wanted to..." he tried to explain when he suddenly heard the restroom door open.
