The Backdoor

I didn't even have to use the bathroom, but I stood in front of a urinal with my fly undone and pretended I was taking a piss for about forty seconds anyway. I desperately did not want to stand out in this place. I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom feeling like a complete idiot and a coward. There was another bar set up on this floor, so I took a seat and ordered another drink. The first one definitely hadn't done the trick.

I kept an eye on the third restroom while I drank. No one seemed to be going in or coming out. I didn't want to be the first person to go in, so I figured I would keep drinking until I saw other people go in. I was on my third drink of the night when I finally saw a man walk into the third door. He was a skinny little puke of a guy, but he just walked in like it was no big deal. If he can do it, so can I, I thought. But, just in case my thoughts got in the way, I ordered a quick shot before getting up.

I took my shot, stood up with renewed confidence, and walked through the special third door. I had done it... almost. Merely walking through a door and actually having sex with a tranny are two very different things. Inside, I noticed that this room was different from the men's room from earlier. The men's room only had room for two urinals and two stalls whereas this one was a bit larger. There were seven stalls and nothing else. Two of the stalls had the door closed and the rest were vacant. There was a girl sitting on a stool near the door who looked at me as I entered.

"First time here?" she asked. She must have noticed how nervous I was.

"Uhhh... yeah," I said. "How could you tell?"

"I work here most nights. Never seen you before."

"Oh. You work here. So... ummm... are you...?"

"Take to the fourth stall and someone should be by soon. Just remember, the girls don't officially work here, so don't come complaining to us if you have a problem."

"Ok. Uhhh...thanks."