Escape to the kitchen with Pete

"I just need to find some towels and seltzer," you say, waving off Mr. Wood. "I'll be back real quick."

Mr. Wood doesn't look pleased to see you disappearing with the hunk waiter, Pete, but your much older date isn't in a position to stop you. He forces a smile and sits back down at the table.

"Come on," you whisper to Pete, turning back. "We've got to hurry."

The studly college kid must know something is up, but as you walk through into the bustling kitchen he seems oblivious.

"There's a wash sink back there," he says, pointing to the dish washing area. "I can get you some towels and seltzer."

He starts to head off in another direction but you drag him back to you. His eyes go wide as you plant your full lips on his and wriggle your tongue into his mouth. All eyes in the kitchen are now locked on you and Pete. He is momentarily awestruck by your aggressive embrace, but he finally pulls his lips away and looks at you with shock.

"What are-I mean-"

You press a finger to his lips to silence him. You lean forward so your lips brush against his ear and whisper.

"Nod yes or no. Do you want to get laid?"

It only take a moment for his head to nod up and down.

"Then lead me to a stock room or supply closet or whatever," you whisper. "I'm all yours."

Everyone is still watching. You can see all the attention is making the poor boy nervous, but you're not about to back down. You see hesitation on Pete's face and you wonder if maybe you made the wrong choice trying to hook up with him.