In a small town, there was a seedy men's restroom where Princess Jenny worked. She had fallen on hard times and needed money desperately. So, she took up an odd job as a toilet bitch for the men who frequented the place.
One day, a new man stumbled into the restroom, and Jenny's heart skipped a beat. He was tall, dark, and handsome - the kind of man she usually didn't associate with such places. He approached one of the urinals, unzipped his pants, and began to relieve himself.
As he finished, he noticed Jenny standing by the sink, washing her hands. He grinned at her and muttered something under his breath. Without saying a word, she realized what he wanted from her. She smiled back nervously but complied nonetheless.
Kneeling down beside the urinal, Jenny prepared herself for what was to come. She dipped her head into it, ready to clean up the mess left behind by the other men. The taste of it turned her stomach, but she forced herself to swallow it back down.
With each man who'd been before him, she felt more and more humiliated. But the money she earned kept her going. As she cleaned up after the handsome man, she couldn't help but fantasize about being with someone like him – someone who didn't treat her like this.
When she was done, she looked up at him, waiting for him to leave her alone. He took a long drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in her face. "That's a good girl," he said, winking at her. "You did a good job."
He left the restroom, leaving Jenny feeling both used and empowered. She knew she could never tell anyone about what she did here, but somehow, it made her feel closer to these men - like they needed her, even if it was just for this one task.
As Princess Jenny settled down on her knees beside the piss-covered urinal, she couldn't help but wonder if any of them would ever see her as more than just a dirty toilet bitch.
