Lady Shay - Airport female restroom Spain

Welcome to Barcelona! One of my favorite cities. I am at the airport and i have to use the bathroom before i head out to the city. The female restroom is packed, so many females going in and out doing their business on these airport toilets. And no they not always gonna flush or clean the toilet. That is YOUR job! You gonna lick every single toilet clean after it is being used by all the ladies!!

As i enter the bathroom, i can already see someone ahead of me on their knees scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush. Ugh, what a turnoff. But i guess it's better than stepping into human waste. I find myself a free stall and lock the door behind me. I sit down on the cold, hard toilet seat and sigh in relief.

Just as i'm about to pee, another woman barges in without knocking. Argh, seriously?! She just stands there, waiting for me to finish. I don't have all day! Finally, after what feels like forever, i'm done. I stand up and approach the toilet bowl, trying to ignore the look of sheer disgust on her face. She knows what comes next, and she hates every second of it.

I lean over the toilet and start cleaning it with a wet wipe. It's gross, but I have no choice. As i work, i can't help but notice the dirty looks i'm getting from the other women in the bathroom. They all hate me, but they need me. Without me, they wouldn't be able to relieve themselves on these filthy toilets. That gives me a sick sense of power, but it doesn't make this any less humiliating.

Finally, i'm finished cleaning the toilet bowl. I stand up and reach for the toilet paper roll, preparing to wipe the seat clean. Suddenly, another woman shoves her way past me and sits down on the toilet. She doesn't even bother waiting for me to finish! I watch as she leans forward and starts peeing, completely disregarding my presence.

I feel my temper rise. How dare she treat me like this?! But then i remember where i am and what i have to do. With a deep breath, i close my eyes and lean over the toilet bowl again. This time, i start cleaning it slowly, methodically, allowing myself to get lost in the sensation of the warm, smooth porcelain under my tongue. As I work, i can almost imagine that this is what i was meant to do, that this is my true purpose in life.

After what feels like an eternity, i finally finish cleaning the toilet. I stand up and take a moment to catch my breath. My heart is racing, and i feel like my entire body is on fire. But there's no time to rest. I move on to the next toilet, and the next, and the next. Over and over again, i clean the filthy toilets of these disgusting women, my mouth filled with their unwanted waste.

As the hours pass, i start to lose track of time. It's like i'm in a trance, moving from one toilet to the next, my mind blank except for the sensation of the cool, slippery porcelain under my tongue. Suddenly, a loudspeaker over the intercom breaks into my reverie. "Lady Shay, you are needed at gate 23. Your flight is about to depart."

I barely register what they've said. "I... I have to go," I manage to sputter out. "I'll be back," I promise the toilets, knowing full well that I won't be. As I unlock the bathroom door and step outside, I look one last time at the filthy toilets that have been my world for so long. I try to tell myself that i'm doing this for others, but deep down, i know that i'm the one who needs this the most.