I already want to explode. We've only been sitting here for two minutes, but I decide that having supper with them is going to be torture. They took it easy on me on the drive over, and that mistakenly led me to conclude that they would show the same consideration while we ate.

      As though they both want to witness the effect of their actions, they take a seat in the booth facing mine, leaving me to my own seat.

       While the restaurant is somber, creating a more romantic ambience, it's much busier than I anticipated. We are secluded enough to warrant sufficient privacy, but still my mind races. My heart pounds in my chest, so sure that someone will see right through my act. I hate to admit that the idea of being discovered adds to the thrill.

       "Are you sick, dear?" The waitress asks me, and I sink in my seat in horror.

       "It's just my blood sugar," I lie. "I'll be fine in a little while."

       The waitress knew something was up, only a minute after greeting us. I'm certain people are looking at me, now. I try to reassure myself. I'm just a girl having supper with two guys. There's nothing inherently wrong with that... Who am I kidding? The nagging voice in my head tells me that they know what's going on.

       "What's wrong?" Lawson stills my shaking leg with his hand.

       "The old lady in the booth next to us is definitely judging me," I whisper. "Those old eyes are too wise."

      The rational part of me knew that these people were strangers, people that I would likely never see again. I shouldn't care what they think. Still here I found myself overthinking this woman's perception of me.

       "She probably got a whiff of her diaper that needs changing," Casper says.

      "Casper!" I whisper shout, unable to contain the giggle bubbling in my chest.

       Despite their constant reassurance, I can't help but continue to sneak glances at the judgemental old lady.

       I swivel my attention back to the guys with an abrupt jerk when the vibrator speeds up. I clamp my thighs shut and try to fix Lawson with my harshest glare.

       "It's rude to ignore your dates," he states.

       At the word dates, I look at the lady again, positive that she's put the puzzle together. The vibrations kick up another notch. Anytime I look away from our table, Lawson antagonizes me by increasing the toy's speed. I grip the table in attempt to maintain my composure.

       I can't take this speed much longer. I'm forced to hold Lawson's gaze, cheeks flushing as I get closer and closer to my climax. He holds my gaze with a mischievous sparkle.

       "Say the word, and I'll stop," he taunts. He knows how stubborn I am. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of safe wording.

        I'm silent, and the silence clearly expresses my thoughts on his request.

       "That's my girl." Casper grins.

       I ignore the way those simple words make my heart flutter. To distract myself, I tease him back. "I bet you didn't safe word on your first date either...You probably left the restaurant with jeans full of cum."

        Blue eyes narrow, but the amusement on his features never fully fades. Despite the snort that escapes Lawson, he hands his phone to Casper. If I was nervous before, it was nothing compared to my apprehension now. I straighten in my seat, looking at my newest blond nightmare with pleading eyes.

        To no surprise Casper is relentless. He turns the speed up and down, turning it off right before I reach the edge. He doesn't even relent when the waitress comes back. If looks could kill, I would be leaving with only one date tonight.

        I grip the seat, knuckles turning white. I'm breaking a sweat, desperate for the release, but equally desperate to save my pride.

        The waitress looks at me a little funny. I notice that she stands a little further than she did a while ago, as if afraid to catch the same bug.

       "Can I get anyone dessert?" she asks.

        I resist the urge to pull my hair. Such sweet spoken words that might mark the end of my ego. I just want to leave. I can't handle staying for dessert. I will not come in this restaurant. I'm all for public sexual play as long as it's also respectful to the people that aren't involved. Bystander consent is just as important.

        The guys surely know that I'm desperate to leave. Still, Casper hums as though considering his options.

        "I mean I could go for—" he starts.

        I don't let him finish his sentence. Beneath the table I rub the end of my heel against his hard crotch. His words halt with a sharp inhale. I am so past the point of caring about inflicting them a little pain.

       "Never mind," he speaks quickly and pulls out his wallet. "We're ready to go."

       Damn right, we're ready to go.