An interaction in a women’s bathroom
This idea submitted by Syd from sydvish.tumblr.com
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It started 3 months ago about the time that she started working there. The boys had the water cooler on the other side, and the girls, well they had their own private stalls. Like a confessional they’d pile in, sit, and share. It didn’t matter who you were talking to, thing is, it was probably better that way. No names were ever spoken on the off chance that you were talking to the person who you were talking about. Jenny sat, her skirt bunched up at her knees, long slender legs protruding outwards ending in shiny black heels. The girl next to her was the same in every way as far as she could tell, with the exception of red heels and hose.
“So did you hear the news?”
“Probably, but what?”
“A girl from accounting was caught on the camera with Fredrick.”
“FREDRICK! Oh my god. Does his wife know?”
“I’m not sure, I haven’t heard anything about it.”
“I suppose she’ll find out when she finds out.”
“Yeah, I suppose she will.”
“Did you even know there were cameras in those break rooms?”
“No. I’ve never seen them. Shit, it kind of makes you wonder what other places have them.”
“Yeah, they’re probably listening to this conversation now.”
“That would be a heartbreak, the things we’ve said in here.”
“Well anyway, I need to get back to work.”
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute too.”
Jenny stood and zipped her skirt.
The red heeled girl didn’t move, not ‘til the sound of the sink was through and the swing of the door was quiet.
The stall door opened, and a man, five o’clock shadowed, dress shirt and tie on top, skirt, hose, and heels on bottom stepped out.
