Eldwyn and the glory hole

When he got back to Eldwyn, he sat down next to her and leaned towards her.

"Go to the ladies' room, third stall on the left. Wait there."

"Why? What are you going to—"

He put a finger to her lips and winked. "You'll know it when you see it. Now go."

Eldwyn looked a little confused, but though he had kept his voice light, it was clear he meant it as order, not a request. He watched her as she made her way to the ladies' room. She threw a last look over her shoulder at him, then entered.

Lucas did not immediately rise to follow her. He wanted to make her a little restless before he made his move. That would turn out to be a mistake in two very different ways. One, he found himself just as anxious just sitting here waiting as he supposed she was in there. He decided to get a move on after all.

Two, when he stood up and walked to the gentleman's room, trying to act casual, another man got up and got to the entrance first. Maybe he would pick a different stall, he thought to himself. Unfortunately, once inside, the third stall was the only one that was locked. Fuck.

Lucas considered kicking in the door, but immediately discarded that notion. Starting a fight in here would only make things worse. No, he decided, this wasn't the end of the world. He'd just have to bide his time. The man would do his business and then Lucas could continue with his plan. He chose an adjacent stall and locked it, then settled in to wait.

He listened to the splash of the man's piss into the bowl. It went on for quite a while. He hadn't looked drunk when Lucas first noticed him in the bar, but he must have been rather backed up. He couldn't help but feel somewhat impressed. Finally, the flow ceased. A heartbeat later, he could hear Eldwyn's voice from the other side.

"Lucas, is that you?"

"No one by that name here, doll," the man answered, gruffly, but not unfriendlily.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"Your boyfriend must've left you hanging," he continued, sounding amused. "Don't worry, though, I've got something to console you right here."

Lucas heard him shuffle around awkwardly, then a shocked gasp from Eldwyn.

"H-how dare you!"

"Don't tell me you entered that stall by accident. C'mon, doll, can't you see it needs your help?"

"Fuck you."

"Well, sure," he said, chuckling. "Let's start with a nice hand job first, though."

Lucas' fists clenched as he heard the man harass Eldwyn. His first instinct was to put a stop to this. Not violently—though that had its appeal—but simply by calling out to Eldwyn. He could simply tell her to leave and they'd laugh about it later.

Then again, the man couldn't actually hurt her. In fact, if he had done what Lucas thought he had, then Eldwyn was the one who held all the cards. She could slap him right where it would hurt him the most, or she could simply leave. She didn't actually need Lucas to get on a white horse and ride to her rescue.

There was something else, too. He couldn't believe he was thinking it, but the notion of her giving a hand job to a random stranger appealed to him. Wasn't that just the logical next step, after getting her to expose herself in public? He shook his head. It didn't matter, anyway. There was no way she would go through with it.