A pretty obvious hand job.

Turning back towards Kat's table, she stopped. Really, here of all places. Eliza scowls, looking on to the scene in front of her. Kat had moved to the other side of the booth, Kat leaning up against Kyle. That wouldn't be a problem, normally. Kat has decided that she doesn't want to wait until later, grasping his dick in her hand and stroking it. Rolling her eyes, Eliza pretends not to notice as she places the drinks on the table. Kyle's wearing his reaction on his sleeve, barely able to hide the pleasure he's feeling. His mouth is slightly gaped open, breathing heavily. Then his eyes meet Eliza's, and he freezes up completely. Though Eliza doesn't approve of Kat's actions, she can't help but find Kyle's reaction amusing.

"Do you two know what you'd like to order?"

"You go on honey, I'll get whatever you get. I probably won't eat much of it anyway." Kat looks up to Eliza, who returns a glare. She simply shrugs her shoulders, continuing to pump her arm under the table. Kyle, now put on the spot, opens his mouth to answer. Though before anything comes out he closes it, probably holding back a moan. His face now bright red, he opens his mouth to speak once again.

"We-we'll have, *pant* the Chicken Parmesan." He manages to squeak out. It was easy to see how much trouble he is having keeping a straight face. Kat must be pulling out all the stops if he can barely manage to speak. Then again, Eliza doesn't really care, she just wants the two of them out before anyone else finds out. Taking their order, Eliza fails to say the rest of her spiel before quickly leaving. Stealing a glance, she see's Kyle's head reeled back as Kat has now leaned herself down into his lap. She isn't even trying to hide it now.

Eliza avoids the table for as long as possible, thankfully she has plenty of other customers to keep her mind off Kat's antics. Though once their food comes up, she takes a deep breath to ready herself. Coming back with the food, she sees that Kat had thankfully finished her 'meal'. A small remnant remained on the corner of her lips, a small blob of cum that escaped. Rolling her eye for what seems like the 40th time, she places the food down in front of them. Looking Kat straight in the eye, she distinctly scratches the corner of her mouth. Looking confused for a second, Kat soon realized the meaning behind the gesture. Prodding her own lips, she finds the small morsel, which she slides into her mouth with a smile.

Them now with their food, Eliza left them to eat. She barely made any attempt to check up on them, only checking on them once more before they finished eating. Only once she sees a couple of empty plate does she return to the table.

"How was everything?" Eliza asks, still somewhat on autopilot.

"It was delicious." Kat exclaim, a small smirk on her face. Her attention then transfers to Kyle. "Come on babe, pay the girl so we can head back to your place." Kyle's face instantly perks up, the idea of round two hitting him like a truck.

"S-sure thing." Looking at the bill, his face scrunches up as he looks at the total. Sighing slightly, he hands over his card. Eliza waists no time, processing the card and bringing it back to the table. Thanking the two for their visit, she bee-lines it to the back. Though before she can make it out of sight, Kat adds one more remark.

"I'll be home late again tonight, alright sweetie." Eliza winces at the word sweetie, not liking Kat's little pet name for her to be yelled out in the crowd. Eliza's eyes dart around the restaurant floor, waiting for everyone to turn their heads towards her. Thankfully no one seemed to hear the remark, or if they did hear the didn't react. Either way it's a relief for Eliza, watching Kat walk out the door with her little boy toy in tow. Almost exhausted by the interaction, she takes it easy for the rest of the night, not exerting any more effort then she has to.

Clocking out of her shift, she exits the restaurant only to see the bus zoom past. Dammit, not again. Eliza curses her luck. If she got out a minute earlier she would be on that bus right now. Exhaling deeply, she begins to walk down the street towards the subway. She stops in her tracks, remembering the last time she rode the subway. Would that happen again? Does...she want it to happen again?

Two conflicting feeling start to bubble up from deep within her. On one hand, the thought of some stranger groping her disgusted her. Though she can't get over the urge she felt before. She didn't stop the man, in fact, she did nothing and let the man do as he wished. Her mind swirled with confusion as she tried to make sense of it all. Walking in almost a daze, she snaps back to reality to see that she autopiloted herself onto the train without thinking. Well, she's here now. What are the chances, right?Pretty damn good apparently, as only a few minutes into the trip she feels a hand on her ass.

"Welcome back." Whispers the same man. "Couldn't get enough from last night, could you?" One hand cups itself around her breast again. Eliza stays frozen, still unsure what she's feeling deep down. Taking this as permission, he begins squeezing her tits mercilessly. Does she want this? Why doesn't she stop him? Should she stop him?

Eliza glances around the cabin, seeing if anyone had noticed. Though, whether luckily or unluckily, no one seemed to have noticed, yet. A quiet yelp escapes Eliza's lips as the man squeezes down on her nipples through her blouse, surprising her. Eliza hears the man chuckle softly, his hot breath blowing into her ear. Now that he had found her sensitive nip, he abused the ever loving shit out of it. Squeezing and pinching and twisting. Eliza covers her mouth, tears filling her eyes as his movements cared little for her own enjoyment. Even through the pain though, she can feel clit stiffen. She was enjoying this, but why? Everything in her mind said that she hated this. But why is she getting aroused?

The man presses his groin into her, forcing his bulge into her ass cheeks. Grinding his bulge up and down against her ass, one hand begins to wander downward again. His fingers easily find her engorged clit, furiously rubbing it through her pants. Micro spasms send themselves through her hips, being unable to keep still under the stimulating onslaught. After a few moments the attack seizes, bringing his fingers up into Eliza's vision.

"You're quite the slut, aren't you?" He parts his fingers, a small stream of fluid arcing between them. Was she really that wet? But she hate this. Why is she letting this happen? The man kisses the top of her shoulder, letting his hand wander back down to her groin. Being much more aggressive then before, Eliza knows that he won't let her escape like last time. He will have his way with her if she doesn't stop him now. But can she stop him? Does...does she even want to?