Be cheeky.

"Well, I might have seen him under one of the tables," you reply, narrowing your eyes none-too-subtly. "But I think you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Oooh, this one thinks he's clever," purrs Alex. Standing back straight, she places her hands on her hips and glances about; the Tap Room is as sparse as ever. "Guess I'll just have to have a look, won't I?"

Before you can say anything in response, Alex disappears from view as she ducks to the floor, quickly shuffling underneath the tablecloth. Soon enough there's no hint that the sassy waitress was even at your table, save for a few scuff marks on the carpet that only the fiercely observant might notice. Reflexively you gaze down at the blank table below you - sure, you'd known that Alex was the adventurous sort, but not that adventurous... was she? As though in answer to your question, a long, slow stroke parts your legs and goes up the length of your crotch. What feels like a finger pokes your rod teasingly under your jeans, which soon begin to tighten as you fidget under Alex's touch. Out of curiosity you try lifting the cloth underneath you, only to get a sharp pinch along your thigh.

"Ow - " you begin to yelp, then scarcely manage to bite it back. Clenching your fists, you try to act normal - a task made all the more difficult as you feel yourself straining harder with every touch. Your breath seizes momentarily as you feel Alex tug at your zipper, fumbling a little as it struggles to make it over the peak of your erect cock. With some effort it comes down, followed by more fumbling as Alex eases your weapon out from your underwear. What sounds like a pleasantly surprised (albeit muffled) expression is briefly heard, and you'd dearly like to take a peek - but the feeling of cool metal from your zipper along your length makes you think otherwise. You start to wonder if you might have gone too far, leaving your dick at the mercy of a firecracker like Alex and stuck between the jaws of your zipper.

"Mmmm."

It takes all the restraint you can muster not to loudly groan in the middle of the restaurant as you feel your cock go between a different set of jaws. A soft, silky smooth sensation dances around and underneath your second head, as you feel Alex's lips along your mast, firm yet supple as they hold you in position. Slowly but surely you feel her slide down your length, taking more of you in her mouth until you feel her chin gently bump against your balls, her tongue massaging your meat all the while. Soon enough she begins easing in and out, tasting you with her hot, wet mouth. It's all you can do to resist the urge to reach your hands underneath, place your hands on Alex's head and face-fuck her - instead, you dart your eyes here and there, hoping no one else shows up and catches you squirming in your seat. It's a mixture of heaven and hell, and you don't know if it'd be better or worse if you came in the middle of the restaurant.

Eventually, your body makes the decision for you. Taking you in as deeply as possible, Alex suddenly pauses to hum along your cock. The vibrations are enough for your lower body to seize up, and you strangle back a cry as your balls begin to empty themselves down Alex's throat. One, two, three spurts before your cum simply flows into Alex's waiting warmth, coaxed out by her gentle licking. You feel yourself soften just as you get your breath back, wincing a little as Alex licks you clean. A final shudder goes through you as Alex gives your head a little kiss before you feel her finally pulling back. Hurriedly you shove your junk back in and zip up just as she reappears from underneath; aside from her hair looking just a little messy there's no hint of what she just did for you, save for a somewhat amused smile at your apparent expense.

"You were right, Brett," grins Alex. "I did find a nice guy under the table. Do you think you could set us up tonight?"