"The bartender turns at the noise but then looks at us, me straining with pleasure, rising on tiptoes to evade Mike's demanding strokes, but Mike goes harder, faster. Under the thin fabric of my shirt, concealing nothing, Mike pinches my nipple as he drives his fingertips against my clit. I gasp. The bartender blessedly turns his back. I look at Andy, glaring at me as I strain. I can't believe I let it go this far, too far. Now I can't stop it because I need it, I need the release and Andy's going to see that ultimate pleasure in every detail."