That dark booth over in the corner

You gesture to a free, dark booth.

"Chicken!" she teases with a cheeky smirk, but she pulls you by the belt again, leading you to that table. She leans against the table and undoes your belt and jeans, pulling out the waist of your underwear for a peek down the front before she backs along the bench seat on her hands and knees, beckoning you to follow her in. You sit down and slide along, pushing your pants down. The instant your cock springs out she wraps her hand around it and starts slowly pumping the shaft as her mouth descends toward the head.