The Blind One

Chapter 32

The Karaoke had me turnt up! I'd never done karaoke back at home but to have a whole room to ourselves to shout and scream calling it singing was hella fun.
I was laughing so hard at Jason's attempt to rap in a song called bed rock or something which I used to hear all the time. The song book literally had anything and everything including Korean songs that I didn't know that I pretended to know. I'm just glad there wasn't any Korean people around otherwise they would have been very offended.
After so much food and drinks it was no brainier when I needed to go and pee, I excused myself and slipped out of the room into the familiar corridor.
I went up to the desk and dreaded talking to the lady as of course I knew no solid Korean and Jason was the one that spoke to her to begin with.

She smiles as I approached her
"Um do you mind showing me where the toilet is?" I asked, she looked confused as I said everything else but when she heard the word toilet she snapped up nodding and smiling

Thank God.

She came from behind the counter and gestures for me to follow her. At this point I needed to pee so badly, not to mention that my belly was hurting so badly. I thanked the female when I saw the familiar symbol for women's toilets.
I quickly struggled my way into the toilets, breathing out in relief that there was no one there to look at me weirdly like I'd been looked at during the entire trip.
I checked myself in the mirrors, seeing that I looked very tired but also excited due to the smile on my face, I almost didn't recognise the serious focused woman that I've always been. She was replaced by a carefree, dark eyes lady with dark under eyes that looked like she'd partied for a whole week non stop. My chocolate dark skin looked ashy and grey (the black equivalent of being pale/looking green) I looked sick.

I moved away from the mirror and pushed open the cubicle door, locked it, slipped off my clothing and underwear. I changed my sanitary, with the feeling of both disgust yet familiarity. I peed and flushed whilst getting myself ready to leave when I heard people stumble in, I hear the two doors next to mine shut and I know there's no more cubicles in the small toilet room, the women are laughing and talking to one another in their language and I'm frozen, not sure what to do. I quickly gathered my materials and places them in my purse bag (clutch). I'm about to close the lid and sit onto power of the toilet, feeling the anxiety of being a big black woman in a moderately skinny white pale asian community. But before I could do this I hear a desperate tap on the door signalling that who ever they were, they were in need of the toilet. I panicky opened the door and pushed past the small phrame just as I had imagined. I look up to see her closely in the reflection in front of me just as she looked at me through the mirror too.

No way

She recognises me just as I recognise her.

No clothing boob lady... It's the woman on Dalton's skype.

She says something in her language and I frown. She noticed this and shook her head as if to correct herself.

"You are assistant" she pointed slightly "are you here for your boss?-"

Before I could answer she was snapping her fingers as though she had an idea " you know what, I'll show you where your boss is, wait for a second" she says as she shut the cubicle door.

I breathed out and turned around to the sink to wash me hands. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I would look tired as I had already seen, but the sudden realisation that my boss was here and the lady that had rewined my night because I thought she was a stripper, was somehow in a karaoke club. Maybe she came from a strip club close by and just came to use the toilets?