Daylan
Really Really Experienced
As the man grabbed her throat, Beatrice grabbed his head - her hands on his temples, her nails millimetres from his eyes.
A moan escaped her, as she felt the knee rubbing against her crotch.
"Oh yeah, it's quite a turn on... will be even bigger once you start screaming from pain..."
Beatrice smirked as the announcement came.
"It's your time to leave." She snarked.
Dylan frowns but lets go of Beatrice's throat, moving his arms up and out to knock aside hers before taking a step backwards. "Just tell your boss, whoever that might be," he whispers, "That all I ask is you stay out of my way and we'll have no problems."
With that, he steps out of the bathroom, forcing a blush on his cheeks as he lets out a small yelp and a hurried, "Oh I'm so sorry! It was unlocked and... um... I-I-I'll hold it until we're down! Sorry!"