Izzy sits at the bar feeling confused and overwhelmed. She thinks about Jacob back in the hotel room, unaware of what she signed up for. ‘What did I sign up for?’ She thinks, ‘Cat says I don't have to do anything, but I feel like I should.’ She shakes her head slowly. ‘I feel like I want to.’
She feels herself getting aroused at the thought of the other bathroom and the unknown species that frequent it. ‘Why do I want it so badly? It's been less than 10 hours.’ She thinks squeezing her legs together
‘What would people think if they knew you had such thoughts?’ Her rational mind attacks her ego.
‘It's none of their business.’ She fights back. ‘Besides, I am good at it.’ She quells the internal struggle.
‘And more to the point, it can't hurt to just wander in and get a clearer look at what goes on in there.’ She bites her lip.
The cat pops his head up from under the bar. “well human?”
“Huh? What?” she says, surprised. ‘For fuck's sake, this cat creature is ridiculous.’ She rexes back into the stool. ‘It's like it can read my mind.’
“Would you like something else to eat? Drink?” he asks.
“No, I think I am going to go pee and head back to Jacob,” she says and stands up.
“Have fun,” the cat says with his trademark smile.
She pushes the OTHER bathroom door open and hears someone having sex at the far end of the room.
The second thing she notices is the room smells recently cleaned; she looks around, and there's not a speck of dust anywhere. The sounds of sex growing louder.
‘Someone is getting close,’ she thinks and goes back to examine the row of stalls; there are 8 of them. The big shower is turned off, and the sinks are all neat and clean. A big stack of fluffy towels sits on the sink.
‘Gah, now I need to pee,’ she thinks and walks into one of the stalls and pulls down her panties. She takes a pee. She wished this job came with an orientation video.
She sits there idly flipping through Tumblr when there is a knock on the wall; she panics. She didn't mean to zone out into her phone for 20 minutes. She did catch up on the test social media posts, so that's a bonus.
She looks over, and a normal-looking penis, solid and 7 inches, is sticking through the wall. ’What the hell, that's just a human penis,’ she thinks to herself. She eyes it suspiciously and touches it with a fingertip. She thinks to herself, ‘You really can't just be human, right?’ She takes a hold of it, and it feels normal. She starts stroking it, and she hears a soft, deep moan.
She shyly says, "Do you like that?" her fingers rubbing the slit at the end of his penis.
A strong, masculine voice says, “Yes, mortal, faster.” The dick thickens as she strokes, On the other side of the partition wall, the Greek god of war is standing with his pants around his ankles. his heavy nuts spping softly on the wall with each stroke. ‘Yes, WORSHIP my godly cock,’ he thinks to himself. The image of Scarlet's fingers wrapped around his member, her bright red fingernails. The way she looked up at him. He pushes the thought out of his mind: ‘She is one mortal. I am a god. I should have many lovers who adore and worship me!’.
She does her best handiwork trying to get this over with. Something about this person, his demanding attitude, or calling her a mortal she doesn't like.
The voice says, "I would like you to use your mouth." She shrugs and licks the tip. It tastes like human cum, not bitter or sour, more sweet. She licks her way to the base before going back to the tip. She opens her mouth and lets it in. It's big, and unlike the tentacle, it's not tapered. She tries to get more in her mouth, but it just won't fit very deep.
Mars is slowly humping against the partition.The image of red-lipsticked lips keeps popping into his mind. ‘I am the god of war, the god of masculinity. One beauty will not tame me. I will not be caged by my desires. I will cum down this woman's throat, he desperately tries to convince himself.
She licks and teases the tip as best she can, using her hands to help stimute. ‘He isn't even pre-cumming very much.’ Izzy thinks, the concern that maybe she can't make him cum growing in her head. But she is determined to finish this. She rexes her jaw and her throat and tries to take him deeper, but it simply won't fit. She struggles and is losing confidence in herself.
She does her best for 15 minutes to make him cum. She tries every trick she can think of, but all he does is dribble precum. He occasionally moans or gives direction, but he never seems to get close.
"Can I enter your booth? the voice asks. She thinks about it, her jaw already sore from attempting through the glory hole. Her cheeks flush. "Yes," she says, feeling a little defeated.
She hears shuffling and soon a knock on her stall door. She opens it, and a 6.5-foot-tall man with a ruffled shirt looking like a buff pirate opens the door. His pants were nowhere to be found. He moves in front of her, his cock rather boring, being just big for a human.
She looks at his face again. “Hey, you're the guy from the bar, You're the guy who fell for the green-skinned guy's trick, right?”
“It was a nasty trick. I did not come here to speak about the orc. I came here to relieve my godly tensions,” he says, his member going soft.
She strokes it a few times, but it seems the mood is ruined for everyone. ”This isn't working”, he says with a grumble and moves back and leaves.