Milana Vayntrub let out a big sigh as she collapsed into the chair in the small room she found. The door was at the end of a non-descript hallway that had branched off of another, equally non-descript one. She ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair to try and help air everything out and cool down a bit. She went as far as to pull her blue button-up shirt out of her khakis and beat it a few times to get some airflow up her torso. Looking at the clock she did some quick math and was relieved to find she had most of an hour remaining before she was needed again.
Getting the job as spokeswoman for a giant telecom had all sorts of perks. A pretty light filming schedule, usually filming a dozen commercials in the length of a few weeks before being off for months at a time. Perfect for pursuing all her side projects in acting and directing. The paycheck was absolutely nothing to scoff at, she was comfortably set with money for years to come at this point. Not to mention the experience it gave her with how the business works, as well as social and professional connections made.
What she did not appreciate, which she didn't fully realize at the time of signing on, was that they could also as needed, press her into service on the world-wide convention circuit. Initially that didn't matter to Milana, as there really wasn't much for her to do. The new deal the parent company brokered with a game company changed all of this, and before she knew it she was lined up for dozens of cons over the next four months, sometimes up to three in one weekend. At this point, she couldn't even tell you what city she was in or what day of the week it was. Just that she was somewhere in Europe and it was probably a weekend.
Another thing she could tell you was that the room she was currently occupying seemed to not have much, if any airflow and it was warm to say the least. She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, letting her impressive cleavage open up a bit as she properly took in the room she found herself in. One of the con employees had ushered her down a hall to this room when she asked about where she could take a break.
The room was remarkable in how unremarkable it was. There was a small round coffee table with two love seats in an L formation in one corner. The chair she occupied was one of several hotel-issue chairs with an ugly pattern on top of an uncomfortable and worn cushion that had been haphazardly thrown into the room. Besides that, the room was rounded out with an obviously fake plant in one corner, and several mass-produced paintings that could probably be found in every room in the hotel's conference wing.
Thankfully for her though, the room also came equipped with a small utilitarian bathroom off one side. Something Milana was more than happy to make use of, as three straight hours on the con floor working the phone kiosk had afforded her no time to relieve herself. As she moved into the small bathroom she noticed the reason that this room was probably unoccupied. The closet-sized bathroom didn't actually have a working door! There were hinges, sure, but there was no door in sight anywhere in the room.
She stood there contemplating, biting the nails on one of her hands nervously for a few seconds before the pressure in her lower stomach made up her mind for her. She quietly said a prayer that she not be interrupted and turned around and pushed her skin-tight khakis and light blue thong down to her lower thighs and sat down. The sweet release was short lived however, as it was at that moment that the door to the room flung open and someone came charging in.
Milana quietly yelped and held her breath, cutting off her flow at the same time as the new occupant of the room started talking, seemingly to themselves. The voice that Milana heard was female and British. Posh, and also oddly familiar but she couldn't place from where. Due to how the room was laid out and the stranger still standing right inside the door, the poor woman in the bathroom still could not see who it was.
"Bloody hell it is hot out there. Thank God for small mercies like this room. Though I guess it's not much cooler in here is it?" She followed this up with a self-satisfied little chuckle to herself as she moved over to the couch in the corner and idly flicked through an abandoned magazine on coffee table.
Over in the closet stall, Milana was beginning to strain as she kept her entire body tensed while she perched on the toilet. She had absolutely no idea what to do, and she also knew the longer she kept silent the more awkward it got. She could not, however, bring herself to say anything, hoping to anyone out there listening that the room invader would simply grow bored and leave again.
Unfortunately for Milana, today was one of those days where if something could go wrong it would. Not even ten seconds later, as she quietly placed her hands against the walls of the stall to help brace herself, the stranger began whistling to herself tunelessly as she crossed the room. She walked directly in front of the stall and looked up, making direct eye contact with the poor compromised soul occupying the loo.
From Milana's point of view several things all happened at once as time seemed to freeze. In front of her stood an oddly tall woman with skin the color of caramel, plump big lips, doe eyes, and long luscious locks of jet black hair. She was wearing a strapless dress with a floral pattern on it, that bloomed out around her knees in a fun little frill, along with small black ankle-length boots. She had her phone in one hand as she seemed to have been in mid-scroll. The last thing Milana would remember was noticing that this was Jameela Jamil, star of the Good Place and more recently of She-Hulk fame.
There was a long pause as the two women stared at each other before they both screamed at the exact same time. For Milana this had the added horror of this releasing the hold she had on her bladder. The pure horror of the moment caused her to reel back in her seated position and momentarily spray all over. This caused Jameela to scream again and run across the room while waving her hands every which way, her phone flying off into a corner at the same time.
Milana was horrified, and didn't know what to do besides quickly finish and pull her pants up. She didn't even take the time fully button her pants shut, she was so flustered. She came rushing out of the stall, repeatedly saying "I'm so sorry!" while offering Jameela a big wad of toilet paper. When Jameela didn't immediately take it, she began trying to wipe off her dress, not noticing that mercifully nothing got on it, while she also was trying to walk towards the door and run out of the room. This ultimately resulted in her tangling up her own feet and falling to the ground.
It was at this point that the flustered brunette could do nothing but start snickering. What started as a small desperate chuckle quickly spiraled into uncontrollable laughter. Jameela for her part, after looking on in a mix of confusion and horror at the woman on the floor, started to smile and then laugh as well. After all, how could she not? In front of her on the ground was the woman she had seen in any number of phone commercials, except she currently had her pants undone, her tits half-way out, disheveled hair, and not just that she had walked in on her on the loo!
After both women had collected themselves some, Jameela placed her hands on her hips and looked down at Milana with a quizzical look. "Normally I would start with a simple 'hello', but I think we rushed straight past that, don't you agree?" A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she reached a hand out and helped Milana up to one of the couches. Making sure the woman plopped down on the loveseat with some small amount of grace, she sat down on the other. After another long pause the movie star finally said, "So, I'm Jameela. And you are Lily right?"
