A little something under the table

I heard the click clack of her heels on the pub’s wooden floor before I saw her. She looked slightly harried, but her toned brown legs poking out from the raincoat were a sight for sore eyes. She attracted a lot of looks as she slipped her way through the increasingly crowded pub. Lust from the men turned to jealousy when they saw she was heading for me.

I climbed out of the booth and gestured for Ria to slide in between Mitch and I.

“Hello, how are you doing tonight?” Ria was flushed from her train experience, but still polite. I introduced her around and poured her a pint from the communal pitcher.

“Little hot for that coat? Is it supposed to rain tonight?” Tony asked.

“Oh, well I’ve never been one for the cold.” Ria quickly changed the subject, asking each of them what departments they worked in. But I could see Diana looking at me with a suspicious side eye.

I dropped my left hand on Ria’s inner thigh, right where the pensioner had placed his. I felt her muscle twitch, but she kept her hands on the table and continued the small talk. Mitch gave me a quick glance. My eyes darted down into her lap and back up, a silent signal. Mitch took the hint. The waitress came for the next round of drinks and Mitch offered to pay it.

“Is that what it takes to get Mitch to buy a round? Bring three hot women out with us?” Tony jested.

“Well, why didn’t you try it then?” Mitch passed the waitress some cash to cover the drinks. Then, after slipping his hand under the table to return his wallet, he slowly slipped it onto Ria’s other thigh. I felt her jerk her leg away, so I gripped her thigh with my palm. She looked at me questioningly, and I nodded softly. She bit her lip nervously but nodded back. I felt her relax and Mitch replaced his hand.

With the balance between the genders closer to even now, the conversation started meandering away from sports. Isabel wanted to talk about some trashy reality show. Surprising us all, Tony was a fan.

“Isabel, how can you sit there and tell me that Therisiana shouldn’t be voted off?” Tony said, indignantly. “She is forming an alliance with all the other girls!”

“Of course she is! That’s just smart! Girls have to stick together!” Isabel snapped back. The table started getting into a back and forth about the gender wars, but I took the opportunity to slide my hand all the way up Ria’s thigh. My fingers grazed the front of her small lacy panties, stroking gently up and down her pussy lips. I could feel the heat building and feel her breath quickening. So did Mitch. His hand began to slide up and join me, pulling her thighs apart as he went.

Ria whispered in my ear, “Dan… Your friend…” There was increasing worry. She wasn’t ready to take a train ride dressed like a flasher, but she did it anyway. She wasn’t ready for a stranger to feel her legs, but she did that too. She had offered me 12 hours of anything, and I wasn’t about to let her start backing down.

I whispered back. “Tell Mitch you want his finger inside you.” Ria’s eyes flew wide open for a second as she processed that. For a long second she looked as though she was going to protest. Maybe I’d pushed her too far? I steeled myself for a fight, but she just nodded.

Ria leaned over and whispered in Mitch’s ear. Mitch’s face was pure shock, some poker face on that guy. Luckily he got it together though. I felt his hand brush mine between Ria’s legs. I had plenty of time to get myself between those legs, so I gently pulled aside her panties and allowed him to slide his fingers across her lips. I stroked her inner thighs while Mitch gently inserted his middle finger into her wet pussy. She was fighting very hard to keep herself collected, but her breathing was getting heavier and she was clearly losing herself in the sensations.

“Ria, you watch that show, right?” I asked out loud.

“W-w-what?” She gasped.

“You know, the one where all those idiots are locked in a house. You were telling me about Theresiana the other day, what was it?”

Ria blushed furiously as the attention of the table pivoted to her. “S-she is being manipulative and cruel.” Ria shot me a look suggesting that the comment was meant for me. But I didn’t care. Tonight, Mitch’s fingers weren’t all that would be in her pussy and this table wouldn’t be all the eyes on her.

Tony laughed “See? She sees it too!”

“Yes, women can see when others are being manipulative … or when they are being manipulated.” Diana said, giving me a pointed look. Was she on to us? I locked eyes with her.

“Perhaps, but some people just look like they’re being manipulated, when really they want it to happen. They need it to happen. And maybe they've deserved it for a long time.” I said to Diana. The two of us stared each other down, to the bewilderment of the rest of the table. Mitch didn’t notice the exchange, or he didn’t care. He continued to stroke Ria’s inner walls while she fought to control herself. She was starting to lose, her breath was growing more harried and her cheeks were flushed. Diana’s eyes suspiciously darted back and forth between Ria, Mitch, and I, but she didn’t say anything.

“Dan, what the hell are you talking about?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, that’s a weird interpretation,” Isabel laughed. “Maybe he’s watching the outtakes or something.”

Lorenzo checked his watch and the empty pitcher, “Alright mates, Isabel and I are gonna be heading off now. Got a table at Blue Skies reserved in a few. Anyone coming?”

Tony and Diana immediately agreed. Mitch and Ria looked at me, it was clear I was leading that show tonight and Mitch was going where we did. Blue Skies was a pretty fun nightclub, with a good vibe. I hadn’t been in a while, since Ria would never go with me and I wasn’t eager to be surrounded by beautiful women that I couldn’t touch. But now I had a beautiful woman that I could touch, and intended to touch, so it seemed like an appealing option. On the other hand, Ria would have to go in just her lingerie, she’d look ridiculous in her longcoat. And several of my work friends would be there.

On the other hand, I knew a different club nearby. It was a total sleazepit, the kind no sensible woman would ever enter. I didn’t even know the name, the sign had worn away years ago and the owners were too shit to replace it. The crowd in there were some of the foulest I’d encountered. Taking Ria in there? She’d be lucky to get out with only having her arse pinched to oblivion. The story would stay with the three of us, but the only problem would be getting back out of there without letting Ria service some guys in the bar toilet. Or was that a problem?

Decisions, Decisions…

**Votes and comments appreciated - would you rather she go to the high end club or the dive?**