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For a good time call Lilly

... disproportionately large chunk of 2X4 with a small key chained to it. Lillian reached for it but the old man pulled it away. “Now, now, I’ve had trouble in the past with people running off with my bathroom key, so I’m gonna hafta ask you for some collateral.” “Collateral?” Lillian nearly shrieked. “Just a driver’s license or something like that.” Lillian’s heart sank. She’d left her purse in the car. Without even arguing she dashed out the door and right to her car. She grabbed her purse and rather than wasting precious seconds rummaging through it for her license she simply ran into the store, tossed it onto the counter, grabbed the key and ran back around to the bathroom. She struggled to get it in the keyhole and turn it, but she was able to collect herself enough to unlock the door and open it with enough left over to lock it behind her. She tossed the key on the floor with a loud clatter. It was a dank and smelly bathroom, with just a toilet and a sink. A fluorescent light flickered overhead. What she hoped was just water ran through the grout between the black and white floor tiles. The toilet hadn’t been flushed and several previous urinations had colored the water deep amber and smelt sickeningly acrid, but by that point, Lillian would have settled for a bucket in a broom closet. She yanked down her shorts and panties and sat down. She gasped loudly as she finally released her bladder. It was easily one of the best feelings she’d ever felt in her life, possibly ...

... better than an orgasm. She was still pissing when she took a look around. The walls were covered with some of the most vulgar graffiti she’d ever seen. The walls read, FOR A GOOD TIME CALL LILLY, then a number, and LILLIAN IS A COCK SUCKING CUNT, and I FUCKED LILIAN IN THE ASS LAST NIGHT surrounded by where others had written SO DID I and ME TOO. It didn’t actually dawn on Lillian immediately. She thought it was a strange coincidence, but not a particularly jarring one. There were a lot of Lillians out there. These immature scribbles were referring to a different one, or perhaps several. She would probably have stayed in that frame of mind if she hadn’t noticed a drawing on one of the walls of a woman kneeling down and sucking on a disembodied cock with her hands raised, stroking two other disembodied cocks. It was a crude caricature but Lillian could see a slight resemblance to herself, despite the activities the drawing was engaged in. The idea was of course ridiculous. She was only then beginning to come down from her quasi-orgasmic high, and assumed it was just her mind playing tricks on her. After all, she actually thought the picture was pretty hot. But even after she’d finished she could still see the resemblance. In fact, the picture seemed to have changed right before her eyes. Where once it had been a crude caricature, it now seemed almost photorealistic. “Don’t be an idiot,” she said aloud. “It has to be a different Lillian, just look at her num . . . " Lillian looked ...