Walking through the Walmart, I make my way to the back of the store and enter the men's room. When I open the door to one of the stalls, the sight that awaits me is unbelievable enough that I have to blink a few times to make sure I'm not dreaming—sitting on the toilet with a hand between her legs is a little girl who doesn't even look old enough to be called a teenager. It must be a full ten seconds before I move from my frozen position in the doorway, coming to my senses to stammer out an apology: "S-Sorry, I must be in the wrong bathroom..." I croak, beginning to back out of the stall.
My hasty retreat is halted by the little girl leaping from her seat and grabbing my collar to pull me back in, my hand on the door handle bringing it closed behind me. "Oh no you don't, this is the right room for you today," she says with a laugh; I don't miss the excited shiver that leaves her body along with the words. Because of her forceful tug, she is now back in a seated position on the toilet, and I'm on my knees, my face just inches away from that moist pink slit. "Whatta you think?" she asks, using two fingers to spread her opening and give me a better view.
"I think that ten-year-olds shouldn't be showing adults their pussies in a men's bathroom." What was meant to be a firm retort by an authority figure sounds weak even to my ears—both of us know that this child has complete control of the current situation.
"Reaaaallly?" she asks, drawing out the word to sound as condescending as possible. "Weeeellll... I'm actually twelve. And y'know what else? Grown men shouldn't rape little girls either."
"RAPE? No one's raping anyone here! I was just trying to take a piss, and you attacked me!" I sputter, my attempt to stand up stifled by the child resting her legs on my shoulders.
"Hmm, I wonder... Who do you think people will believe if I scream for help right now and tell them you tried to rape me?" As she says this, the little girl starts to slowly rub the flower between her legs, her eyes locked on mine as she does.
"Please stop this, I haven't done anything to hurt you." Despite myself, I can't look away from the slow and deliberate movement of her fingers—I've never seen anyone so young do something like this before.
"Awww, I just wanna play with you. All the boys at my school are gross faggots; I want an adult to show me how it's done. I know you want to... look how wet I am, it's waiting for you!" I want to say no, to run out of the stall without looking back—but she's right, one scream from her and my life is over. As if sensing my hesitation, the young preteen goes in for the kill: "C'mon, you'll never get this opportunity again. Just pull down your pants and slip it in. I know that all men secretly want to; it's okay, it'll be our little secret..."
Feeling my resolve slipping, I try one last plea to escape the clutches of this delectable nymphet: "I really have to pee, just let me go use the urinal, and I'll come right back."
"Oh." She lets out a shy giggle, then meets my eyes again. "I can take care of that too if you want..."