He's tempted

Betsie could see that Tom was picturing getting a blowjob under the table. Betsie doubted that his eyes were the only thing bulging and decided a swift change in attitude was needed. "So how do you know Brad?" Betsie asked with as much interest as possible. She needed to get all thoughts of a blowjob out of his head.

It took a moment for Betsie's words to penetrate Tom's senses. "What? Erm, through D&D."

"D&D?"

"Dungeons and Dragons."

Betsie turned her head to look at Brad. To Betsie he looked normal, not some kind of nerd that would play Dungeons and Dragons. Brad caught Betsie looking and she immediately turned her head. Tom had the awkwardness of someone she imagined playing a stupid kids game but not Brad. Then again she knew nothing about the game. "I thought it was just a board game."

Tom spent the next five minutes telling Betsie various details about Dungeons and Dragons. Betsie just pretended to pay attention. She had zero interest in learning about D&D but she figured it was better that Tom's mouth was doing the work instead of hers. Betsie nodded at random points to make it look like she was listening. The waitress walked passed their table carrying a plate of food. "Shall we order?" asked Betsie interrupting Tom's ramblings.

"Oh yeah." Tom seemed to forget what they were supposed to be doing.

"Great," replied Betsie with a fake smile. 'I don't know what would be worse,' thought Betsie as she browsed the menu, 'Listening to him talk more about Dungeons and Dragons or just giving him head!' That thought brought a genuine smile to her face.

A couple of minutes the waitress returned to take their orders. As Betsie ordered her Happy Dayz deluxe burger she could have sworn the waitress was looking at her differently. However before Betsie paranoia could go into overdrive the waitress disappeared to give their orders to the kitchen. Betsie relaxed back in her chair only to look over at Tom. He had that look in his eyes again, Betsie knew exactly what he was thinking. The waitress had taken the menus so there was no hiding place for Betsie. Her eyes darted all over the place looking for some kind of distraction.

"What would you have done if, you know?" asked Tom.

Betsie took a deep breath. There was no point in being coy and denying knowing to what Tom was referring. "We would have been kicked out."

"Why?"

As if to answer Tom's question a baby started crying from another table. "That's why," said Betsie pointing her thumb over her shoulder to the baby. "It's a family place. You can't do that kind of shit here."

Tom slowly nodded his head. "But you flashed your boobs."

"Not by." Betsie realised she had raised her voice. "Not by choice," she said in lower tones.

"Still."

"Still we could have been kicked out. Even though your friend works here, if someone complains we'll still be kick out." Betsie could still see Tom thinking about risking it. "What if Brad told your parents?"

"He won't," said Tom but Betsie could tell he didn't seem too confidence. Tom took a big gulp of his lemonade. "How's school going?" he asked completely changing the subject.

Betsie's mind cheered at the small victory. It looked like Tom wouldn't make her do anything in public again. They made small talk until their food arrived at which point Betsie realised how hungry she actually was. Brad returned with another round of drinks but seemed to leave disappointed when Betsie didn't flash him again. By the time their desserts arrived the diner was half full so Betsie stopped worrying about Tom doing anything and began to enjoy her free food. True to his word Tom paid for everything. On their way out Brad gave Betsie a wink which caused her to blush.

'Okay,' thought Betsie. 'Get the card and get home. Easy. No messing, no distractions and this will all be over soon.' Betsie thought she could see the light at the end of the tunnel. What else could go wrong?