You need to excuse yourself...now.

You shift uneasily as Ellen chatters to Sherah and Amy over lunch. Your glimpse of Amy's sexy drawings has left your pants a little tight, and getting caught and teased by Sherah has left your heart thumping and your ears feeling hot.

"Excuse me a minute," you say. You walk round the curved brick wall of The Reservoir toward the restrooms in back. In a little alcove, there's a mop, a broom, and a door with the little white-on-blue international silhouettes for a man and a woman (and a wheelchair). It's locked, so you stand there, tapping your foot. Since you're not in anyone's line of sight, you take the opportunity to stick your hands in your pocket and adjust your pants. Your penis is much more comfortable now that it's not being bent over. Maybe if you can just breathe deeply and do a few times tables. You close your eyes... thirteen times seventeen is...

You're startled to feel a tap on your shoulder. It's the waitress. "Hey, key's up at the counter."

"Thanks," you say. She grabs the mop from the corner and heads off. You can't help but watch her butt as she sashays away. But as you start to follow, Amy comes up holding a big wooden spoon wired to a key. But didn't she just come back from the bathroom with Ellen?

Amy's hips sway in her low-rider jeans, and her half-tee shows off her beautiful innie navel. Your efforts with the times tables are lost again. But you figure you better let her go ahead of you. "Ladies first," you say. "Didn't know I needed a key."

"Yeah," Amy says. She smiles at you. "I noticed. It's for you, I don't need to go." She pauses a beat. "Sherah said you liked my drawings." She winks. "I was gonna save that for tonight, if Ellen was right about you being a good guy. But hey, maybe you can pay me back with a little modeling." She looks at your face, then down at your pants and chuckles. She hands you the spoon with the bathroom key. "Don't wanna keep you here with your legs crossed. And oh, right. Sherah said I should give you this." She reaches up and unties a slim light-blue ribbon from her wavy red hair. "If you're gonna stick around after the movies, she wants to see you wearing it when your pants come off. If you're good enough that we let you."

You take it, blinking at Amy. You have a spoon in one hand and a silky-soft, narrow ribbon in the other. You can't think of anything to say, so you nod. But you're beginning to wonder if you should go along with them tonight. You wonder what you can do to get Ellen's interest...

"Oh yeah, and Sherah sends this too," she says. She raises a finger and runs it along your upper lip. Your lips part, and she touches it to your tongue. Salty, a little musky. The hand that was in Sherah's cut-offs.

Your cock jumps. You fumble for the key and try to reach the bathroom before you come in your pants. Amy laughs and steps back. "Oops, sorry!" she says. "Kept you too long."

You stumble into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You yank your pants open, whip out your dick, and imagine a scene that will get you off quickly...