Perfect StrangersWe met in the bathroom or so I thought.Perfect Strangers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The moment I saw him in the girls' bathroom, I could tell he had guilt imprinted in every pore of his beautifully textured face.
However, he had not expected me to walk past him without asking why he was there. Instead, I went along doing what I first went to the bathroom to do.
After giving my bladder a break coming out of the stall, he was gone.
I strolled comfortably to the sink. I was about to open the faucet when a faint chemical smell shot up my nostrils.
When I woke up, I was wearing nothing but my baby blue bra and matching panties. My appendages were tied together; hands around my back, legs pulled straight I was unable to feel anything but pain from the rough ropes that kept me stiff. I fainted again.
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"Wake up, please, wake up already! There's no time!"
My ears stung as something pulled gently on my hair. I felt like barfing so I opened my eyes.
A familiar face leaned into my sight. Slowly, I lifted my head for a