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the correct restroom.
    As I was putting on the final touches of my eyeshadow, and dropping the instruments of beauty into my purse, the door inside the restroom opened, and there standing before me was the Master of Power himself. I needed to take a breath, but I didn’t want him to think I was affected by him with his gorgeous head of hair, and a face and body to die for.
    What little breath I had, I kept it and exhaled. An uproar of passion swirled through me. 
    Now my mind asked me, what is he doing in the women’s restroom? It never occurred to me that I might have been in the wrong restroom. I just don’t make mistakes like that. 
    He glared at me and never said a word. He strolled next to me with confidence, turned on the facet to wash his hands. He smelled heavenly. I drew in a breath to take his scent in. As he stood near me the whole time he looked at me with those perfect blue eyes, with a not so perfect hint of green making those perfect eyes not really that perfect. But oh the rest of him was picture-perfect. I saw those large hands when he reached for the paper towel setting in front of me.
    He leaned in and across me almost touching my breasts. My nipples surrendered. They were hard as a rock. An electrifying shudder seized my body. I looked up at him. “You couldn’t find the right door, Mr. Master of Power?” My tone teasing and rude. Surprisingly, I had control over my voice. I made sure I emphasized the Master of Power part and shot him a closed smile.
    One of his glances rolled over me from head to toe. His blue eyes raking my body leaving me weak with no resistance. Here’s where I’m ready to drop to my knees unzip his pants, reach in and take his penis and suck him off.
    “I see one of us is confused today,” he said, “or maybe you’re cross dressing and decided to come to the right restroom out of habit.” He shot me a closed crooked grin. His mouth raising to one side. “I’m not into men,” he said passing his hands across his beard under his chin, “but you’re so cute, and that mouth of yours is magnificent. I can see myself dropping my cock down your throat and empting my load.”
    My heart started racing. I could feel the heat travel through me. He’s so nasty and he talks so dirty. I had to shake this off. He can’t be serious.
    “I might take you in one of those stalls, and let you suck my dick.” His hands cups it as if he’s going to take it out and present it to me.
    “How dare you talk to me that way? A girl can’t go to the restroom without being approached by a man who is obviously in the wrong restroom.”
    “You’re the one in the wrong restroom, Miss, not me. And by the way you conduct yourself, I would say that you never learned anything from my lecture. If I were your boss, I would ask for my money back for sending you here.”
    How did he know I was at his lecture? I looked in the mirror and my name tag was staring at me and my name in bold black letters—Tonya Redman . Shit !
    “Well thank goodness you aren’t my boss, and I don’t have to answer to an arrogant, narcissistic, dirty mouth phony like you. Everything about you is phony down to those knockoff shoes,” I said in disgust.
    “The shoes are real, but I’m the phony,” he said smirking. “I’m turned off by you, but I still would fuck you here, right now. And you can suck my dick, or I can eat your pussy. What do you say?” He looked at me and laughed. I didn’t know if he was kidding with me or not.
    My mouth flew open, my forehead narrowed, and I stared at him. I didn’t speak because I didn’t know what to say, and then the door sailed open, and in marched a guard with two men standing behind him.
    He walked up and stood over me. I glanced over to the Master of Power and he had a sly grin on his lips. His mouth curling up a little on the right side.
    “Miss, you have to go into the ladies room. Even if your birth certificate says you’re a man, you have to go where you identify