In the Ladies Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Why women must always go to the Ladies room in pairs.

Submitted: December 03, 2015

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Submitted: December 03, 2015

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I was only five minutes late to the club, but already Shelly had three guys around her. She had found a small table up on the second level overseeing the dance floor.

Having just gotten off a particularly bad day at work, I only wanted to have a couple of drinks to relax and tell all my problems to my best friend Shelly.

But Shelly, being the blonde haired bimbo that she is (and please don’t misunderstand my criticism, I do love her to death), along with her way too tight, low cut dresses, and short hemlines that hugged her tight ass, she is a natural guy magnet.

As for my appearance, well I look alright. I dress conservatively, you know professionally cut business pants suits and dresses. My long, dark hair, high cheekbones, and pouty lips can make me attractive enough to a guy with a few drinks under his belt, but otherwise I don’t turn heads when I walk into a room.

Anyway, I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with some horny guys and I almost thought to just call it a night and turn around and leave but I couldn’t leave Shelly to fend for herself. Call it a maternal instinct or call it my Earth Mama complex but someone had to keep an eye on this naïve girl and keep her from stepping over the line. God knows why I’m the one who has to do so, but there you go. So I approached the table.

“Shauna!!” Shelly called out excitedly once she spotted me approaching. She signaled for me to take the seat right next to her. (The three guys were standing around).

“Sweetie, I’m so glad you made it,” Shelly said, as she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. Girls do this not because of any particular same sex attraction, but to confuse guys and/or to turn them on. Although as best friends, we do have a sisterly love for one another.

Shelly has kissed me on my lips before in front of guys. I don’t mind if she would just give me a peck, but she likes to linger for a few seconds and mumble “mmmwah!” before she pulls away and it only serves to smear my lipstick. Luckily this time she didn’t linger and just gave me a peck.

“I’d like you to meet some of my new friends,” Shelly started.

‘Oh, God here we go,’ I thought.

Then she started the introductions from left to right.

“This is Mark, he’s a financial analyst for Harper, Smith, and Reynolds. This is Ben, he’s an accountant for Myers, Stanton, and Phillips, and over there is Jason, who’s a pharmaceutical rep with Allied Bio Sciences.”

As I nodded my head in greeting, all three smiled and gave me the once over. Each calculating by the way I looked, dressed, and initially behaved if I was a potential fuck for the night.

My initial aloofness must have satisfied their curiosity as they both turned their attention back to Shelly, who listened to their stories of importance, how much money each was worth, and giggled at the appropriate times to their suggestively dirty jokes. Shelly is such a tease.

Now I’ve got a pretty good sense of people. That is I can determine their personality just by observing them in action. Call it woman’s instinct, I just think it’s a talent that some people have. I being one of those people. So as each guy waxed poetic to Shelly. I sat back and observed.

Soon I determined that Mark was probably married. He has had a series of mistresses in his past and was hoping to add Shelly to his list. As for Jason, well he was just an asshole.

But as for Ben. Well, he gave me the creeps. It’s not what he said or how he acted, it was just that when he looked at you his eyes were cold. Dead. This was a guy who scared me. He was calculating. The fact he was an accountant could explain that but there was an uneasiness about him just the same.

Of course Shelly was oblivious to all of this, as she giggled and flirted between the three.

However, as the night marched on, it was quickly becoming apparent who was going to be the winner of Shelly’s heart (and pussy) before closing time. And the winner was…….? God help us all….Ben.

And guys have a sixth sense about all of this as well. Maybe it’s the male pecking order. The alpha male and so forth but Mark and Jason gradually picked up the clues and moved on.

Jason rudely just left us to get a drink (he claimed) and never returned. Mark said it was getting late and had an early morning meeting. At least he had the courtesy to tell Shelly and myself that it was nice meeting us. I did have to give him credit for being a gracious looser.

So now it all boiled down to Ben. After taking a few sips of my drink (in which a cutie pie college age waitress was slow to bring me in the first place) Ben was now in the process of whispering sweet nothings into Shelly’s ear, in which she would just reply with a drunken giggle. She was on her third marquerita which explained a lot.

I decided it was time to try and get Shelly away from Mr. Ben for a quick meeting in the restroom.

“Shell, honey. I’ve got to go to the Ladies room. Wanna come with me?”

Shelly just smiled and said, “No. I’m good.”

‘What?!’ I thought to myself, ’Doesn’t she realize she’s just violated the most sacred of women’s rules? You always have to accompany a sister in arms to the restroom when asked.’

Now I knew this Ben was trouble. He had mesmerized my Miss Shelly to the point where he was now in complete control of this evening's outcome.

So I did the only thing I could. I went to the restroom by myself. While in there I’d decide what strategy I could use to get Shell away from that American Psycho. (The fact that I did have to go to the restroom also weighed in my decision.)

So off I went. As I approached the Ladies room I quickly discovered that the door wouldn’t budge. It was as if it was locked.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself, does the management of this club expect us girls to squat on the floor? That would have to be some kind of health rule violation I would think.

I was just about to wander over to a potted plant in the corner and help water it (whether it was plastic or not) when suddenly the door opened.

‘Finally,’ I thought but when I entered I encountered about a half dozen other women inside. They were all just standing around. They weren’t gossiping, or re-applying make-up, or even lighting up a cig or a joint. Just standing around. They were all dressed in a variety of clubbing attire. Hot. Sexy. Alluring. These woman were all three.

They also gave me the once over and I nodded my head in greeting but they all just stared at me blankly.

So I went into the first stall, hiked up my skirt, sat on the toilet and urinated. It was an easy three step process since I wasn’t wearing any underwear tonight. It's not like I’m expecting to get fucked, it’s just that I feel more comfortable and cooler under my dress and I wasn’t menstrating so no need for some panties and a pad.

As I finished my business and came out of the stall, all the woman were still there. I went over to the sink to wash my hands and started to leave when one of the women stepped in front of me to block my path.

Close up, she was much older than the others appeared, although she was still attractive in that cougar/milf kind of way.

“Excuse me,” I politely said, then wondered if I was about to be robbed by this group of chickadee clubbies. Or even worse, they were going to gang up on me and rape me with a broomstick or something just for fun. Although I couldn’t see any of them carrying a broomstick, “uh, I’m trying to get back to my friend in the club.”

“That’s what we want to talk to you about,” the apparent cougar leader of this pack addressed me.

“About what?” I sarcastically asked, but was really interested as to what this was all about.

“You friend is in trouble,” one of the other girls, a blonde in tight white jeans that graphically outlined her camel toe, added.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“You know exactly what we mean,” Cougar answered, “You’ve got the gift, as we all do.”

“Gift?” I was admittedly confused.

“The gift of clairvoyance,” Cougar continued, “your friend is in trouble. The guy she’s planning on going home with will drug her, fuck her, then kill her.”

“And how do you know that?’ I challenged, although as I mentioned I didn’t trust this guy either.

“Believe us. We know,” Cougar eerily replied.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” I asked, “Call the cops? They’ll think I’m a lunatic and arrest me for trying to file a false report.”

“No, you do not call the cops,” a red haired girl in cowboy shirt and jeans over in the corner added, “they’ll be of no help.”

I was getting frustrated and somewhat bored with this conversation, “Look, if this is some kind of prank, then I don’t really appreciate it. You ladies have got to get yourself another hobby.”

“Don’t play coy with us,” Cougar seriously said “ You know exactly what we mean.”

Cougar’s dark eyes turned even darker and I’ll admit it kind of freaked me out.

“So what do you want me to do?” I asked apprehensively.

“Slip this in his drink,” someone behind me said.

As I turned around, I saw an ash blond girl appearing to be no more than sixteen years of age in a red blouse wearing skinny black jeans with knee high black boots. In her outstretched hands was a vial.

I don’t know why but I took the vial from her. As my fingers bushed across hers I had never felt skin so utterly cold in my life,  I honest to God shivered.

“So what’s in the vial?”

“Poison,” ash blonde calmly answered.

“What the fuck?” I blurted out, “You want me to poison him?”

“That is the only way,” Cougar said.

“No fucking way! Listen, I don’t know what this guy did to all of you, but what ever it was don’t get me involved. I’m not going to go to jail for you.”

“You’re not doing it for all of us,” the red-head added, “you’re doing it for your friend and for all the future girls this devil will charm into his grasp.”

“Then why don’t you do it yourself? You go out there and drop a drop into his drink.”

“He would immediately recognize us,” Cougar explained.

“So you all have been charmed by him in the past, eh? And he’s fucked you all over, huh?”

Cougar smiled an eerie, yet sad smile as she replied, “He’s charmed us all. He’s fucked us all. And he’s killed us all.”

I just stood there speechless.

“Now do it, Shauna!” Cougar ordered, “In your mind you know it’s the right thing to do.”

And as I started to ask how they knew my name, one by one they suddenly faded from view.

“What in the name of God has just fucking happened?!” I heard myself say out loud, until the ladies room door opened and in walked two drunk giggling girls, who were helping each other from falling flat on their faces onto the bath room floor.

“Hey, babe!” one of them called out to me, “You got any crystal?”

Without answering, I exited the Ladies room with the vial in my hand. As I neared our table I could still see Ben chatting up an even more drunken Shelly.

As I nervously re-approached, Ben glanced my way and gave me a cold, dark look that could kill. I think he suspected that I knew what he was up to and wanted me to get the hell out of there.

Meanwhile, Shelly was too drunk to even notice I was back.

“Shelly!” I called out, “I need to get you home, okay? It’s been nice meeting you, Ben but if you’ll excuse us we best be on our way.”

As I took a hold of Shelly’s arm, she quickly pulled away.

“Lev me ‘lone,” she drunkenly replied, “Ben’ll git me hom.”

“Yeah,” Ben said to me, “I’ll take care of her.”

I ignored him.

“Shell, honey. You’ve got to come with me.”

I once again tried to take her arm, only to have Ben slap my hand away.

“The lady has made her decision. Now leave!”

Ben was now officially pissing me off.

“Okay. Fine,” I replied, “Have it your way.”

Satisfied that he had made his point, Ben turned back to kiss Shelly’s ear.

I then took the opportunity to covertly open the vial and pour all of it into his unfinished drink in front of him. My own unfinished drink was still on the table.

“Well, before I go let me offer a toast to new relationships.” I then picked up my drink.

Ben ignored me, so I tried again.

“A toast to a budding romance.”

“Get lost,” Ben uttered.

I had had it with him.

“Listen! I’m not leaving until we toast. I’m part Irish and it’s a tradition that I value very much.”

“What the hell are you rambling on about?” Ben was rapidly becoming annoyed, but I had to do something to get him to take a drink and I was running out of options.

“Just do it, asshole!” I countered.

Ben shook his head in annoyance and grabbed up his glass.

“To good luck and better fucks!” I announced, as I downed my drink.

“Crazy Bitch!” Ben mumbled, as he followed suite and downed his, “now get the fuck out of here!”

“Of course,” I smugly said, before I turned to Shelly and said, “Night, Shell.”

“Nigh’, she mumbled.

But before I turned to walk away, Ben suddenly grabbed his throat and started to gag.

Shelly glanced over and tried to ask him what was wrong, but I knew this was my only opportunity, so I moved in and literally grabbed Shelly by the arm and dragged her away.

“Wha th’ fuc’” she tried to say, but I strong armed her towards a side exit, while Ben keeled over taking the table with him. Someone screamed but I didn’t look back.

After I got a confused and mumbling Shelly into my car to take her home, I started to pull away. It was then I noticed a group of women who were standing just outside the club’s main entrance.

I immediately recognized them as the women in the ladies room. Cougar nodded her head, as the rest waved.

I didn’t react and just kept driving. It still gave me the shivers thinking about what had just happened. All in all I think I did the right thing. At least I hoped I did.

And I swear the next time I’m out with Shelly at a club and I have to go to the Ladies room, I’m taking her with me whether she wants to or not. It’s what we girls do, okay?

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