Steven takes you out for dinner as thanks.

The restaurant is one of those places Rebecca loves - soft lighting, pristine white tablecloths, and portion sizes that are just a little bit too small. Steven is mid-story about his new job, his voice raised with the kind of confidence that comes from too much wine and not enough self-awareness. Rebecca laughs at his stories, her hand resting on your thigh under the table, her fingers tracing idle circles. Gemma is sitting across from you, her eyes flicking up to meet yours every time she takes a sip of her drink.

She's wearing a black dress that hugs her tiny frame like it was painted on. Kudos to Steven for picking a restaurant with a more formal dress code. You know what's underneath it - the buttplug you slipped into her before dinner, and the vibrator nestled against her clit, with the remote burning a hole in your pocket. You shift in your seat, your cock already half-hard just thinking about it. Around her neck is a leather choker. It looks decorative, but only you can unlock the golden heart-shaped clasp in the center of the band. Gemma’s fork clinks against her plate as she cuts into her steak, her movements deliberate, slow. She knows you’re watching. Steven is still talking, oblivious.

Rebecca squeezes your thigh, leaning in to whisper, “You’re being quiet tonight. Everything okay?”

You nod with a smile; your fingers are already creeping toward your pocket. The remote is small, discreet. No one would notice. Gemma eyes lock onto yours as your thumb hovers over the button. Then, you press it.

You can see the moment it hits her. The change in her is instant. Her fork freezes mid-air, her lips parting on a silent gasp. Her other hand - hidden beneath the table - grips the edge of her chair, her knuckles white. You watch as her chest rises and falls faster, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The vibrator is on the lowest setting, but it’s enough. Her thighs press together, and her toes curl in her high heels.

Steven finally notices something’s off.

“Gemma? You alright, sweetheart?” he asks, frowning.