I put my hands under the table and spread my pussy lips wide, hoping that they will show up in shot along with Jayden’s knuckles and his big fat thumb on my big fat clit.
The flash of light is brief and a few heads turn towards us.
Nobody can see, I tell myself. Nobody. Except Sean, who has the ringside view.
‘Fucking hell, you’re really doing it. She’s not wearing panties either.’
‘Really?’ The friend compromises, leaning to the side to get a swift peek under the table. ‘Wow, she’s dripping, man. That’s one wet pussy.’
Jayden bends to speak in my ear. ‘Do you want to come?’
I hold back from screaming Of course I do! Retrieving some brain cells from somewhere, I consider the question.
Lloyd didn’t say I had to come. In a sense, it might be easier if I don’t. I’ll be on edge and horny as hell for the next task, whatever it might be. Something tells me it won’t be vanilla-sweet.
Oh, but can I really turn down an orgasm? One I’m so close to?
I make my decision. ‘I want to come,’ I tell him. ‘But not here.’
‘Your place?’
‘Wait. Take your fingers out. I’m going to go to the loo.’
‘You better not finish what I started in there!’
‘No, no, I won’t. Wait a moment.’
‘I’ll come in there with you, if you like. We can …’
But I’ve pulled down my skirt, snatched my phone off a still-crouching Sean and I’m on my way.
‘Photo for you,’ I text Lloyd from the stall.
Impressive! Where are you?
Mayfair. What shall I do now?
Buy a hotel?
Is that what this is? Monopoly but with sex?
Yes! Shall I send you down the Old Kent Road next?
I’d rather you didn’t.
OK, wait a moment and I’ll give you your orders.
I tap my feet impatiently. I’ve been in here long enough. I ought to get going.
I can hear taps running, hand dryers blowing, the capping of lipsticks. I shift a little on the toilet seat. Jayden’s fingers were sufficiently thick and undecorous to have left a mildly stinging sensation in my pussy.
The phone bleeps.
Right. Last mission. Get yourself to Soho. Go to Tied and Trussed. Jerome will give you your instructions there.
Tied and Trussed is a place Lloyd and I know well, and the staff know more than they would ever need to about our tastes and interests. We have bought a lot of their stock and the owner, Jerome, sometimes socialises with us. So I allow myself grounds for optimism as I stow the phone away and emerge from the Ladies’.
Jayden stands right outside the door, ready to catch me like a rugby ball. I duck away from his hopeful embrace and break into a speed walk along the bar.