On the Sly

As he brought the check, Harris whispered into Bebe's ear. "Silently follow me."

Bebe got up and followed Harris to the hallway to the bathrooms. Harris looked at Bebe who stood there not knowing what was going on. He could tell she wanted to talk, but could not, so he knew potion worked.

"When I snap my fingers, you will go tell your friends you decided to stay until the waiter gets off so you can take him home and have him fuck you up the ass. You will tell them you think they need a cock up their asses more than you do. Say it as convincingly as possible and nothing else. When you are finished, bring me the bill and your credit card." Harris snapped his fingers.

Harris followed Bebe close enough so he could hear her.

"Look, I'm going to stay until the waiter gets off work, so I can take him home and have him fuck me up the ass. By the way, you two need huge cocks up your more than I do." She picked up the bill.

"Bebe, what the fuck?" asked one of her friends.

"Is this a joke?" asked the other.

Bebe just turned and went to Harris and handed him the bill and her credit card. "Wait for me at the bar. Do not talk to anyone."

Bebe left, and Harris ran up the credit card. He brought the receipt to Bebe. "Leave me a $1000 tip," he told her just loud enough for her to hear.

She obeyed, and Harris went to turn in the receipt. The manager told him he'd have to wait for most of the cash, but gave him $300.

Harris went back to Bebe. "Follow me." He led Bebe out behind the cafe. He looked around the alley and spotted an empty large rubber trash can. "Give me your phone and squat down."

Bebe squatted.

"Stay here, and be as quietly and as still as possible and wait for me." Harris put the trashcan over Bebe.

Bebe squatted under the trashcan. It smelled of rotting vegetables, and she could feel some dampness and wetness. To make things worse, she had had three cocktails, and they were starting to put pressure on her bladder.