The ladies' room is his sanctuary, away from prying eyes. The scent of women's perfume and the echo of their laughter linger in the air. He leans against the wall, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock. His strokes are firm, steady, his breath ragged as he chases his release. The sound of the door creaking open sends a thrill down his spine. He freezes, his heart pounding, as a pair of heels clicks closer, then retreats. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, until he spills his load onto the cool tile, his body trembling with the forbidden pleasure of his solo indulgence.