Goddamn, part-time gigs were the pits, and it wasn't like your luck was worth a damn; your current predicament proof of this. Even from a tucked away restroom you could hear the high-pitched squealing of jubilant children, accented by the banshee-like cries of the night's headlining act: The Chipettes.
Who. The. Fuck. Listens to the horrible screeching of chipmunks rhapsodizing outplayed pop songs? Too many to count apparently, given the booming cries of adoring fans that seemed to seep into the crevices of your temporary sanctuary. "Fuck," you whispered in a pained grimace; your break was almost up. Luckily, the cheers died down and by the sound of things the concert was moving into an intermission. Camping out here a while longer wouldn't hurt and sure as hell beat traversing the crowd outside the restroom.
After a couple of minutes, the door creaked open, catching your attention only long enough to see who strolled in; no fucking way. Standing at a meager 3'7", one of the Chipettes casually strolled into the restroom; wasn't this the men's room? Making eye contact was a no go and even speaking to her could mean your job should she have a complaint, but even as you locked your gaze forward you caught a glimpse of this unmistakably sly grin plastered across her face; she looked kinda nuts. It didn't matter, all you had to do was--
"Oh no, is this the men's bathroom?" Though she had the looks of a bookish girl, Jeanette seemed lost and dazed, and her bubbly voice hinted at a nature a little less than reserved; you didn't say a word. "I'm j-just innocent l-little girl," she drew closer, "in the m-men's restroom," she was only a few feet away now, "wandering w-without *giggle* panties." Oh shit. Oh shit! There was a tug at your belt and in an instant Jeanette was face-to-face with your unsuspecting erection; when did that happen?!
Speechless, you raised a shaking hand to protest but the act fell short; Jeanette was already halfway done to ripping your belt away and freeing the monster it so desperately bound. Jeanette's glazed, lust-drunk eyes noticed the badge dangling from your neck, "Oh! a b-big guy like you w-works here? Well," she trailed off as a devious smile spread across her adorable little face, "We'd better sign an NDA!"