Chris leaves the group; the other three head to the bar

Abbie sipped her wine, but her eyes were fixed on Jake. Jake, staring back, literally had his hands full of both Abbie's foot and Michelle's leg. Almost in unison, the three of them looked over at Chris, who was absorbed by his phone, and gracelessly stuffing the last few bites of short ribs into his mouth.

"Sorry to do this, but I think I have to deal with a work issue," said Chris, his mouth still partially full.

"Aw, honey ..." said Michelle in a tone that might have fooled Chris into thinking she was sincere, but Abbie believed otherwise.

Chris dabbed his face with his napkin. "Chelle, you finished?"

Michelle shook her head. "No, I think I'll hang out a bit longer with Abbie and Jake. Might have another drink at the bar."

Chris nodded. "Sounds good." He stood up, but Jake did not. "Jake, nice to meet you. Abbie." He immediately looked back into his phone, pushed in his chair, and left.

The other three watched him go, and then returned their looks to one another.

"Jake, you are a lucky man," said Michelle. "This woman is something special, you know that?"

Jake smiled. "I know that."

"Don't you let her go, no matter what happens."

Abbie rubbed her foot on his cock again. "I don't think he wants to let me go," she said.

"No matter what!" Michelle insisted. "Even if some other hot bitch comes along and makes a move on you, don't fall for it." Michelle scooted closer to Jake. "Some hot bitch in a red dress -- she's not worth it, you know?"

Jake looked at her quizzically. Michelle still had her hand on Jake's leg and her fingers almost intertwined with Abbie's foot on his dick.

"That chick in the red dress might look good to you ... I don't know. Abbie, does the hot chick in the red dress look good?"

Abbie smiled. "I think she looks great."

Michelle nodded. "Okay, maybe she looks great. Maybe you should go for it. What do you think, Abbie, should he go for it?"

Abbie laughed as Jake glared at her. "Yes, Michelle. I think he should go for it." Abbie pressed her foot harder into Jake's crotch. Michelle moved her hand back to her own leg, and found Jake's hand still resting on her thigh. She moved his hand further up her leg until his fingers reached the top of her thigh and into the inner hip joint.

"Abbie said you should go for it," Michelle said quietly to Jake. "Unless, of course, you think the hot bitch in the red dress isn't actually hot enough?"

Jake's eyes were silently asking Abbie what to do next. She just nodded and smiled. "Well," said Jake, "if I know what's good, I shouldn't argue with Abbie." He moved his hand an inch further toward Michelle, and felt the smooth and recently shaved skin above her pussy, and recognized that she wasn't wearing anything under her dress. "If I happen to meet a -- what did you call her, a hot bitch? -- in a red dress, I'll be sure to pay close attention." He pushed his hand further onto Michelle, his thumb now into her crotch, touching the top of her shaved pussy.

Michelle reacted instantly, and flung her head back. "Wow!" she whispered. Jake laughed. He pushed his fingers down onto her pussy, and Michelle shifted in her chair a bit to improve Jake's access. Abbie continued kneading her toes into Jake's dick, feeling it harden as he lightly fingered Michelle under the table. Abbie slid her hands under the table as well, and poked at her own pussy gently with her fingertips.

"Will there be anything else?"

When the waiter spoke up and asked if anyone needed anything else, the three of them suddenly woke up to the fact that they were in a restaurant and in public. They paused all their under-the-table antics for a moment.

Jake looked up at the waiter. "No, I think we're all set. Can I just charge the whole thing to my room?"

The waiter nodded, and left.

"Do you think he --?" asked Jake.

"Who cares?" muttered Michelle. "Unless you wanted to bring him home, it doesn't matter."

"No thanks," said Jake.

"Do you all want to go to the bar? I'd enjoy another cocktail," suggested Abbie. The two women retracted their legs from Jake's lap, and slipped their shoes back on. They stood, adjusting their dresses appropriately, and waited for Jake.

"I'm, uh ..." Jake stammered, and Michelle laughed. Jake stood, his erection still plainly visible.

Abbie stepped closer to him. She whispered, "if you want, you can walk behind me, and I'll hide you from public view." Jake nodded, and acted as if he were ushering Abbie toward the bar in front of him. In actuality, she was not only masking him, but rubbing her ass against him as well, making sure that whatever he had in his pants wasn't going away.