Dizzy, confused. It doesn't feel like I've been asleep, but rather incredibly distracted or distant somehow, as I seamlessly drift back into consciousness. What the fuck is this? I'm in a rather unnatural position, sitting right on my ass, back against a concrete wall. My legs are straight and spread out to my left and right, and my whole body is sore and aching. Oh and I can't move. At all.
As my eyesight becomes less blurry, i realise that my arms are duct taped to my body along my sides. It's like I never had arms to begin with; they're completely immobilized. My hands are flat on the floor, palms down, and fingers parallel to my legs. Both my ankles are duct taped to vertical steel bars, connected to the floor, and a pair of blue wall panels surrounding me. That's when I realize where I am. I'm in a narrow bathroom stall, sitting on the grey cold floor tiles, and with a closed stall door just a few feet in front of me. Oddly enough there's no toilet in this stall, and no sink. I figure this must be some kind of extra stall, perhaps used to store cleaning equipment and such. There's none around though, that's odd.
In the background, I hear the booming bass of the club speakers, muffled behind a door or multiple doors, as well as shouting voices and general commotion. It's friday night, I remember, and unless I've been moved I'm still at the same club as before. That's right, the club! I never go to these clubs, I say that I find them repulsive, but on top of that, I could never afford it. This is one of those clubs where the rich conceited brats in their early twenties go to spend their parents' money, pour out expensive champagne, and do cocaine. I want nothing to do with it, but unfortunately, I had to go in here tonight. I was with this girl, Tanya? Tessa? I don't remember, but she insisted we go in here, and then she disappeared into the crowd at the entrance. I should've left. I knew this was a bad idea. Fuck fuck fuck. Last thing I remember was looking for her at the bar, feeling uneasy, like I was being watched. And now I'm here. What on earth is going on?
Then, right before I'm about to call out for help, my brain starts separating the voices of people. I hear mostly women, their voices are a lot closer than the club noise, at a similar distance to the occasional flush of a toilet. I can also hear the distinct "clop clop clop" of heels against the tiles. This must be a womens restroom, and so I hold my tongue. Why am I in here? Is this some kind of cruel prank? Perhaps the club owners didn't like me entering, I didn't exactly follow dress code after all. Have I just been left here to be found by an unsuspecting woman just trying to use the bathroom? My mind is racing, I really don't like this.
Then I hear more female voices approaching, together with the music volume temporarily increasing. More women must be entering. I steel myself to be discovered, and I start thinking about how to best explain my predicament without causing a scene. I hear two voices engaged in conversation right outside my stall, and i can make out the dark contours of two pairs of feet underneath the stall door, stopping right outside. One of the voices exclaims something like "I don't knoooow!", then starts giggling, and quiets down. I see the door handle being pushed down, this is it, I think to myself.
The door is swung open, and I can see the hallway leading to the restroom in the background, as well as sinks, mirrors, and a few women standing with their backs turned to me. Before I know it, the two women whose shoes I saw underneath the door walk inside somewhat unsteadily, and one of them closes the door behind her.
Their appearances fit the my idea of this club perfectly. One is around average height, curvy, with black hair and black fingernails. Her face is pale olive, quite attractive and fierce looking. I'd say that she's probably persian or mixed. She carries a leather handbag, probably worth more than my car, and wears a short, slim, black dress together with some black platform heels with ankle straps.
The other girl is tall, almost 6 feet, somewhat curvy as well (large breasts in particular), with platinum blonde wavy hair and tanned skin. She's wearing a a black leather jacket over a red top, and a dark grey, high waisted draped skirt. She also has these leather boots with a platform sole and wooden heels, adding to her already quite intimidating height.
As they enter, I hesitantly utter:
"Girls I-I"
I expect a startled reaction, but I get nothing. The two of them seem completely unbothered by my existence. The taller girl continues speaking to her friend, with a somewhat raspy voice, probably from shouting on the dance floor.
"Nicole I'm not sure about this I don't wanna get messy."
"Girl don't even worry like it's totally fine. I'll show you just wait", the other girl, apparently called Nicole, replies, tapping her friend reassuringly on the shoulder. She then turns towards me.
"-Oh, that's weird I don't recognize you. Are you new here? Do you know the rules?" she asks me, taking a step in my direction.
To properly address her, I must now turn my head about 45 degrees up, which I'm not used to, being quite tall. I'm also wary that she's standing right between my trapped legs, and I'm hoping that she's not gonna accidentally stumble and kick me in the junk, seeing as the stall is quite small and they both seem somewhat intoxicated.
"-Wait, what rules? I've no idea what any of this shit is, can you help me out? Maybe this is some kind of mistake", I say, while wriggling my left leg a little to underline my statement.
Nicole makes a surprised face, turning her head to the other girl, and starts laughing a bit, before answering me.
"-No, there's no mistake, there's no mistake. You're supposed to be here."
"-What do you mean? I woke up here just now, I'm not even supposed to be at this club.."
Nicole interrupts me, laughing down at me in a very condescending way:
"Boy, no shit, we see that you don't belong in this club, look at that cheap ass shirt. Now shh!"
