The bar was supposed to be in walking distance from the hotel but I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere because I'd been walking for 20 minutes and it was nowhere to be found. I took out my phone to call the girls but it died before I got through. There I was, lost in an unfamiliar city with a dead phone and to top it off, I really needed to pee.
I remembered passing a bar a little ways back so I turned and headed back. Walking through the door, I knew instantly that this was no ordinary bar. The decor was all red and black with lots of leather and it was dimly lit with red uplighting. All of which gave it a very sexy feel. Not to mention, everyone was wearing black masquerade type masks and in various states of undress. Luckily, I was dressed for a night out so I didn't stand out too much except for my lack of a mask. As if on cue, a scantily clad waitress appeared and offered me a mask. I slipped it on and made my way to the restroom in the back.
The restroom was slick and modern, all black and silver. It looked like there were three stalls but only the middle one had a door. So I went inside and locked the door behind me. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and sat on the toilet. I didn't notice the holes in the stall wall until a penis was inches from my face.
"Uh excuse me? Just trying to pee here," I called out. A few moments later, the penis was gone.
I finished up and fixed my clothes and tried to unlock the door, but the lock wouldn't budge. The lock seemed a bit high tech for a restroom with a digital number 8 displayed above it, whatever that meant. Tried as I might, I couldn't get the door unlocked and the stall walls went down to the floor so I couldn't get out. I banged and yelled for help with no response.
I didn't know what else to do. While I tried to figure that out, another cock appeared in the hole. "Hey, I'm stuck in here! Can you help me out or send somebody?" I yelled to whoever was on the other side. But he just shook his dick in response.
