So imagine this, I'm at a bar with a couple of friends, watching the football and I decide to go and take a piss. I can hear an electronic bleeping from one of the stalls where somebody's playing with their phone.
I finish up, zip up, and go and wash my hands. I dry them, and just as I'm heading back out, I hear this girl's voice. Coming from behind me.
"Excuse me, sir?"
I turned around. There was a girl coming out of one of the stalls.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
I looked at the urinals to check I was in the right bathroom.
"You know this is the men's room, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, "it's just I'm on a dare from a friend, and he sent me in here."
She held up her hand, and jiggled her phone at me.
"He wants me to get somebody to help me with whatever he wants me to do next, and," she hesitated for a second, "he says it'll be worth your time."
"What's that mean?" I asked, suspiciously.
"I honestly don't know."
What could possibly happen? She was decent enough looking, in a shortish dress. Red hair, long, curly, and I like redheads. I'd say she was about 5'4", big tits, and probably in her early to mid 20s.
"Here, let's go into the disabled stall, it's bigger, and I don't want anybody walking in and getting the wrong idea."
She went to the disabled stall, and curious about what was going to happen next, I followed her. There was nobody else in there, so it's not like she was going to rob me or steal a kidney or anything.
She shut and locked the door behind me.
"I just want to take a picture of us so I can show him you're helping me," she said, and came and stood next to me and snapped a selfie of us both.
I'm not much to look at. I'm 52 years old - in good shape for a 52 year old, I reckon, but no six pack or anything the kids like these days. It's not like I'd have expected to catch her eye. There was definitely something odd going on here. Still, it's not like my wife's going to find out - she doesn't care what I get up to as long as I don't wake her or her damned cat when I come in.
The girl was tapping away at the screen on her phone, and after a few more seconds, it bleeped again. She'd received a text message. She showed it to me.
"Take off dress"
I was pleasantly surprised. It seemed like this was going to be interesting enough after all.
She turned around and took off her dress and hung it on the hook on the door. When she turned back, she was blushing all the way down her front, standing there in just her white underthings. She had incredibly pale skin, and a little bit of a belly on her. Thick legs, and had a nice, round bum. I like girls with a bit of meat on them.
"Take a picture," she said, passing me her phone "and I'll send it to him."
I took a picture and handed the phone back. She tapped away for a few seconds, then we stood there silently, waiting for a response. It bleeped. She showed me the message.
"Have him take off bra"
I had her turn around, and unhooked her bra for her.
"Can you take a picture from back there, so he can see you've done it?"
I took a picture of her bare back with her bra undone, but the straps still on her shoulders.
Still facing away from me, she took her bra off and hung it up with her dress, covering her tits with her arms before turning back to me. She was still blushing furiously.
With one arm across her tits, she tapped away on the phone. It bleeped in response.
"Front"
She sighed, and gave me the phone. She put her arms down by her sides, and I could see her fists clenched like she was fighting to do this. I got a good look at her tits. They were big, and a bit saggy. Little pink nipples. They looked like they were getting hard. It wasn't cold in there, so it was probably embarrassment.
I took a picture of her standing there, topless, and gave her the phone back. She tapped away on it for a few seconds, and we waited. I read the message as soon as the phone beeped.
"Have him take off panties, want pictures"
I grinned at her. She texted the guy back.
"Don't want to"
He quickly replied.
