A need to scratch

"I - ah - need t-to go for - for a moment, Jules," Sasha said, rising from her seat, her hands shaking. "I - I have to take care of some - something."

"I'll come with," Julie smiled, starting to rise.

"No!" the blond said sharply, her eyes wide in fear and stopping her friend. "This is - this is - personal." She hissed the last word softly.

"Oh. Oh!" Will's - girlfriend? - said sharply, catching on. He looked on the pair, a soft smile playing across his lips. "Is it - something I can help you with?"

"N-no," Sasha jerked her head. "You - you can't. It's - ah - something th-that you can't help with."

"Are you sure?" Julie pressed.

"Abs-absolutely," the petite blond nodded. "N-nothing can be done that a big, fat cock can't take care of." Her eyes bulged, her skin blushing red, after the words left her mouth. She glanced about fearfully, looking to see if anyone else in the bar and grille had overheard.

"I see," her friend nodded slowly. "Well, in that case..."