Either way she needed to make a decision because she had already been gone for five minutes. She sighed in defeat and decided to take her chances. She leaned down and glanced under the stalls to be sure she was alone in the bathroom. Once confirmed she entered one of the stalls and stood pressing her back against the door. She lifted the hem of her dress, slipped her damp underwear to the side and ran a finger over her sensitive folds. She quivered with anticipation. She sucked on her finger to slick it before inserting it into her tight opening, pumping against her g-spot only four times as her partner had instructed. Four was just the right amount, no more no less. She took her time with slow, lingering strokes trying to get the most out of her minimalistic pleasure. Just as she was debating a fifth stroke the bathroom door opened and voices flooded the space. She snapped out of her fantasy and back to reality. She hurriedly wiped herself, flushed the toilet as to not draw suspicion, straightened her dress and exited the bathroom.
Back at the table, dinner had just arrived. Will sat poking at his plate, having not waited for her to start. She smiled politely as she took up her seat across from him. She was uncomfortably aware of the flush in her cheeks and the uneven tempo of her breath but was sure Will was too self-absorbed in his dinner to notice. Four strokes my ass she frowned as the desire grew between her thighs. She would have to figure out a way to take care of her little problem without Will noticing or she was not going to be able to focus on dinner at all. Not that it particularly mattered to her. She was only there as a nicety. JJ and Will had been split up for over a year but went to dinner about once a month to catch up and talk about how Henry was doing with split custody. JJ wasn't sure if Will was particularly boring this evening or is she was just too heavily preoccupied to be bothered by mundane talk about work.
She shifted in her seat and moved a foot up underneath her, pressing firmly against her center. It was minor comfort as she shifted her hips back and forth to relieve a bit of tension. It wasn't the best angle but it was all she could manage without being too obvious. She pressed her heel against her clit and tried to keep her face flat as she nodded at Will's story. It was no use, she just couldn't get the right momentum. She shifted again to cross her legs and squeezed her thighs together tightly as if she could ward off her unwanted arousal.
By the time the waiter came with the bill her head was swimming. She needed to feel that sweet release and she needed it thirty minutes ago. There was no way she could hold out any longer. Will excused himself to the men's room and JJ seized her moment of opportunity. She grabbed the butter knife from the table and slipped it under the table cloth, pressing the handle firmly into her core. It was vulgar but necessary. She worked quickly pumping in and out, racing against time. Finally she felt her muscles tighten and contract with a rush of fluid. She collapsed back in her chair, pulling the knife from under the table cloth and wiping it with the napkin in her lap.
JJ sat alone at the table, sipping her wine as she attempted to catch her breath. The buser came over and looked down at her knowingly. He picked up the dishes from the table, taking extra care to wink at JJ as he lifted the knife to an empty plate. She tried to avoid eye contact the best she could, suddenly very interested in her wine glass.
"Who do you belong to darling?" he asked in a thick Irish accent.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean nor do I appreciate your tone," JJ answered.
"Well, most women don't fuck themselves at the dinner table. And even less fuck themselves at the dinner table only after their husband walked away. So either you're one twisted bitch or someone gave you specific instructions this evening," he replied precociously, licking his lips slowly.
"He's not my husband and I have no reason to fill you in on my personal life," JJ stated, finally looking him in the eye so he could see she would not put up with his inappropriate line of questioning.
"You don't have to get feisty lass," the man whispered. "I know of a dominatrix who likes to have her subs pleasure themselves in public, just thought we may run in the same circles - you and I."
This information suddenly got JJ's attention, it couldn't possibly be...right? It would have to be some enormous coincidence if she and this low life were in any way connected and besides her instructions hadn't come from a dominatrix, per-say. She was JJ's dom but they were mutually exclusive, weren't they?
"Fine, not that it's any business of yours but her name is Lauren," JJ lied, carefully monitoring the older man's reaction. She sure as hell wasn't going to fork over Emily's real name to some stranger who just wanted to use the image of two women to spank off too later. Whether he expected it was a lie or not, he kept a flat tone and shrugged slightly.
"Guess not," he added before taking his leave, nodding slightly at Will who was arriving back at the table.
"Let's get out of here," JJ rushed. She didn't wait for Will's reply she simply gathered her purse and headed towards the door without looking back on the eerie older man she could still feel watching her from across the dining room.
She thanked Will for dinner and hugged him goodnight. She fished out her keys from the bottom of her purse while she sent Emily a quick text, 'You'll never believe what happened at dinner. She cringed just thinking about the man in the restaurant. She made her way to the back of the building and got into her car, locking the door behind her.
Before she had a chance to get the key in the ignition she felt the unwelcome coolness of a gun barrel to the side of her temple. She raised her hands in the air, still holding her keys. She managed to glance in the rear view mirror and was not surprised to find the inquisitive Irish man sitting in the seat behind hers.
"Alright love, follow directions and no one gets hurt," he quipped as he took the keys out of her hand. As an FBI agent she knew better than to argue, she was easily one third his weight and unarmed. She nodded to show she understood.
"Now, your friend Lauren seems to get around. She caused a buddy of mine a great deal of trouble and as much as he'd love to repay the favor to her directly, I think you'll bait the trap ever so nicely. You're exactly what we need to draw that miserable bitch out of hiding," he laughed as he pulled a rag from his coat pocket and placed it over JJ's mouth. "Now is it just me or does this rag smell like chloroform?"