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Stories Of The MirrorThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Elroy Jackson | |
| Tuesday, 26 August 2008 | |
 I am a mirror and I reside on a wall in a ladies restroom in a night club. I see all kinds come in to refresh themselves, and I hear all the stories that they share.
One Lady said to another that her date was boring and she wanted the other to call her on her cell and pretend there was an emergency, they laughed as they left.
Another came in with her friend and kept on speaking of how beautiful her friend was, and kissing her on the cheek which made the other lady quite uncomfortable but she just smiled politely. Two other ladies come in and went into the same stall for what seemed like ten minutes while others came and went. When they finally exited the stall the were grinning shyly at each other, and sort of guilt ridden about the face, they left one at a time.
A lady walks into the restroom and stands and looks deep into me, so deep I thought she could see me looking at her, and then she started to cry softly with a look of total destruction in her face. She pulled out a little box and laid it down on the counter and opened it, she took out two pills and threw them to the back of her throat and swallowed them with a gulp, then put water in her hands from the facet and slurp it down. She then said "God forgive me for what I am about to do" I am not a ***** but my babies are hungry and need clothes and no- one will hire me," I don't know what else to do Lord" and then she fixed her face and put on a fake smile and proceeded out the door. Another Lady came through the door and ran to the stall and threw up ferociously into the toilet then she just knelt there for a minute and all of a sudden she started to throw up again and again until she had nothing else to give. She then walked to the mirror and with eyes barely open and bloodshot red she grinned.... then said Paaarrrrty! She then washed her face put on fresh makeup as best she could and exited.
As the night came to an end and the place closed, the last one to come through the door was a man with a mop bucket and a cleaning cart. He was whistling as he wiped down the counter and stalls, he would stop every so often to read the writing left on the stalls by different women that he had read many times before, but he still got a kick out of reading them, and he always hoped for something new.
He walked up to me and started to clean me with his squeegee and Windex bottle while talking to his self as if he was surrounded by beautiful women. He would say things like " relax ladies I got enough for all of yall" he then unzipped his pants and pulled out his member and closed his eyes and pretended he was getting a favor until it got excited, then he grabbed it and finished the job right there on the counter. He cleaned up and finished mopping the floor and left whistling a happy tune as he click the light off...
I have moved over to the men's restroom and the first to walk through the door is a man with a slight limp, he walks over to the urinal and starts to relieve himself. By this time another man walks in and walks right up to the urinal next to him, he sort of looks at the guy like "dude?" but continues on.
The guy pulls out and starts to relieve himself also but his eyes keep fixing themselves on the first guys business until he says what are ya looking at dude? The other guy says "nothing" what are you implying? The first guy says to him I'm implying that you keep looking at my Dick! The second guy said I'm sorry if you feel that way but I wasn't.
The first guy said whatever man and turned to the sink to wash his hands. The second guy walks up and starts to wash his hands also without saying another word. The first guy leaves and the second guy walks up to me and sort of smiles and says "WOW!" then turns and leaves out the door.
The next man that walks in goes straight to the last stall and closes it then locks it. While I'm thinking that he's about to do number two, and it sounded as if he might be, that wasn't the case at all. He started to say things like "yea that's it" don't stop, that's it! And all of a sudden I heard a loud AHHHHHHHHHHHHH then silence.... He then came out the stall fixing his zipper and still breathing fast and panting as he washed his hands with a smile.
Right then another guy came in and asked "is the glory hole open?" he said yea and walks out. The next guy immediately went to last stall and closed the door. While he was in there I noticed five or six guys come in together and line up at the urinals while listening to the guy in the stall getting pleased by someone through a hole in the wall.
One of the guys went slowly over to the stall with a sheepish grin on his face and listened for a second but soon joined his buddies as they were leaving. The next guy that came in was without a doubt gay, and not hiding it from anyone, he walked up to the urinal and relieved himself while singing something to himself.
He turned and walked to the sink with it still in his hand, and then put it away when he heard the door open. The guy that walked in relieved himself at the urinal and then went to the last stall which was still occupied, he checked the stall door then turned and walked away back to the sink and me. The gay guy said "what's up?" The guy looked at him but didn't answer he just started to wash his hands. The gay guy got the message and left without saying anything else. The guy washing his hands noticed the last stall opening and a guy walking to the sink to wash up, so he went down to the stall and went in but came right out and asked the guy that was leaving" Is someone coming back?" The guy said he didn't know.
HE went back to the stall and closed the door and after about five minutes I heard a loud slapping sound, and the guy was talking to himself, saying weird things that I'm sure made sense to him, but not me. He kept asking was anyone there but obviously no-one was on the other side anymore, So he continued doing whatever he was doing until he finally started grunting and moaning. He came out and washed up while looking right at me with a look of happy-sadness then walked out. I observed about ten minutes of silence before anyone else walked through the doors, and that ten minutes gave me time to ponder the inner thinking of the human male and what he will do when he feels no ones looking, and even sometimes when he knows someone's looking.
The place is about to close and many guys are lined up to use the urinal before leaving, and I notice most every guy standing next to another at one time or another looked over to his left or right at the next guys region. The last two left in the restroom were two gay guys and they were laughing with each other about all the guys that came to the last stall thinking they were getting pleased by a woman.
One of the gay guys even said he spoke to one of the guys and that guy didn't even speak back to him, but he sure spoke to him later begging him to not stop until he reach that happy ending. The other gay guy said as a joke that he was going to have to get his stomach pumped. They had hearty laughs, cleaned up and clicked off the light as they left.
I have so much to say, so much to relay and I wish that I could actually speak what I have experienced but that's okay, a good dash of Windex and a clean wiping and I am pleased with life in this room of oneness. The door opens for the first time tonight and a lady quite tall walks into the room. She puts down a little pouch not a purse but a small pouch that had eyeliner and lipstick and powder in it.
But it had something else in it, a substance in a small brown bottle that she scooped out and put up her nose, and all of a sudden her head flung back and she put her fingers to her nose and applied pressure, and when she let her nose go her eyes seemed to go to the back of her head.
She put everything back into the pouch, looked back quickly as two other women came into the room. As she left they turned to each other and said in unison, that was a man! Then they laughed as they went to separate stalls.
They finally left and a young lady came in that looked to be too young to be in this establishment. She powdered her face put on fresh lipstick, and began talking to herself. She said I'll show them all I can make it on my own, I don't need nobody, I hope they don't think I'm going to call, cause I'm not! I don't care if I ever see them again. She caught a tear before it fell down her cheek and quickly wiped it away.
Someone knocked at the door and half opened it. It was a man over twice her age saying are you alright baby girl? She said yes I'll be right there, He said I'm gona stand right out here till you get through baby, Take ya time. HE closed the door and she went into the stall, did her business and left.
The next Woman that came in frightened me because she was quite hard on me. She walked up to me and hit me hard very hard. I knew she was hitting herself but the image was so frightening. She hated herself for some reason, she called herself a ***** and a *****, and she said that she was tired of living. I got the impression that she was a tripping, a dual personality and a addict which is the worse you can be, and I felt so sorry for her but all I could do was face her.
By nights end I had saw two lesbians getting it on in a stall, two drunk ladies in a fight that had to be broke up by two other women, Two other ladies who weren't ladies at all, a lady who threw up all the way to a stall and passed out sitting on the toilet with her panties down to the floor, and the old cleanup man who puts on a one man show just for me every night... What's next......... Copyright 2008 Elroy Jackson |
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