Karyn practically dragged him to the bathroom with her.
"I'm not completely full yet," she said, tugging his arm. "But there should be enough to take the edge off until you get home."
Face to face with the door to the women's bathroom, his reluctance seemed to increase exponentially.
"I don't know if I can do this... isn't it illegal for me to go in there?"
"Not anymore! FemCorp changed the law."
"Great..."
Once inside, Jon immediately noticed that more couches had been set up, similar to the ones out in the main part of the mall.
Also, the bathroom wasn't empty, like he had hoped it would be.
Two women stood in front of mirrors. Well, one woman and a younger girl, anyway. The girl was about fourteen, the woman in her mid twenties. The girl seemed distraught about something.
"You need to buy one of those pumps," the woman was saying in a soothing tone. "Every girl needs one now."
"I don't have the money!" There were tears in the girl's eyes. "My mom has one, but she isn't coming to pick me up for another hour."
"FemCorp needs to really install pumps in the women's restroom," the woman snapped, suddenly noticing Jon and Karyn. "Hey, you." She was looking at Jon. "Could you do something for her?"
Karyn stepped in front. "What does she need?"
The girl sniffed, as if trying to calm herself, then turned around. Two large wet spots were showing through her t shirt.
"Oh, shit." Karyn put a hand on her shoulder. "It just started?"
"I was... I was going to the food court, and then..." The girl gestured to the spots. "They just began leaking."
Karyn glanced at him. "Jon, could you... you know..."
Jon shuffled uncomfortably. The girl was younger than his sister, and a stranger besides. Could he really do this?
Finally, Jon met Karyn's gaze and nodded. His stomach had begun to growl, and the last thing he needed was Karyn to get mad at him. If he refused to help, would she just refuse to feed him?
Karyn excused herself, going into one of the stalls, and leaving him with the other two women.
"Let's get this over with."
The girl nodded. He could tell she was nervous. They sat next to each other on one of the couches.
"You'll need to take your shirt and bra off, honey," the woman counseled.
Doing what he could to give her privacy, Jon looked away as the girl took off her top.
"Do you... I dunno... want me to keep my eyes closed?"
"Would you?" The girl seemed relieved. Jon nodded, still not turning around.
With his eyes closed, the girl had to guide him to her nipple. When he finally latched on, he felt her breathing increase.
"Just relax, honey. Let him do the work."
Having had a lot of practice, Jon used his tongue to stimulate the nipple to hardness. It wasn't necessary to get the milk out, but it made it easier to suckle.
The girl groaned. Thick, sweet milk began filling his mouth.
