Room to breathe.

You enter the room as calmly as possible, your trembling legs bringing you to the sink. You lean against the granite countertop, taking deep, slow breaths as you try to calm yourself. He brought his own bimbo along. He didn't have to go after you instead!

It's not like you could just go back and change seats. That would alert everyone that something was happening, and Mr. Aldric might take it out on Lukas. He doesn't deserve that. However, you aren't sure how much more of that treatment you would be able to handle. You can feel the moisture soaking into the fabric of your thong and glazing the very tops of your thighs. Much more, and no one will have a hard time seeing your arousal coating your skin.

You turn on the cold water, splashing your face in an attempt to cool off.

A knock comes to the door, sending you rigid.