An Arse Kicking!

Yesterday at work I was on my way to the restroom before I headed off for better pastures.  I was a good ten feet from the bathroom door when I heard an audible pained squeal. 

“Is that coming from the restroom?”  I thought with a smile on my face, because it would be funny if I heard such a loud sound twenty feet from the stalls to a set of two doors with four feet in between then and then another ten feet past the outer door. 

I walked in the first door and heard nothing, the second, nothing, and then I got to the third sink and heard the desperate whimpering of a man in the last stall.

Based on the quick breathing I guessed that he was not in a good place. 

Have you ever watched a black belt in karate tear apart a big phone book with his bare hands?  You know how the black belt breathes fast, loud and deep?  Well that’s what I heard the entire time that I was at the urinal taking care of business - that along with the intermitant desperate shallow cries of “Oh God!”

I almost began to think that the man in the last stall wasn’t alone or perhaps he was pleasuring himself until I heard what sounded to be pure 100% liquid coming out of his behind. 

I was done and went to go wash my hands while barely being able to hold my laughter in.  While I washed my hands the guy who sits next to me entered and went to a different stall, I left with tears of laughter rolling down my face.

I NEED to know who was in that last stall…hopefully I will have answers today.