Between Two Worlds

Saturday lunch at Nando's Millbridge, the one near the retail park that's always rammed with families wearing tracksuits and white trainers.

Sophie sits across from Richard and Thomas. It was Thomas who wanted to come here, loves the sauces and all you can drink fizz. She's picking at her wrap and chips while he goes on about some YouTube video and Richard half-listens, checking emails on his phone. Both of them don't want to be there but they came to keep him happy.

Sophie's wearing a navy dress, smart casual, knee-length, with holdup stockings underneath because even for Nando's she can't do bare legs. Small pearl earrings. Expensive wedding ring on her finger.

Her phone vibrates and the message pops up on the screen.

I spy a filthy posh bitch. Disabled toilet. Now.

No name but it doesn't need one.

Her fork stops halfway to her mouth and she puts it down carefully, swallows, looks up. Scans the restaurant. Can't see them but they're here somewhere, watching her.

"You alright?" Richard asks without looking up from his phone.

"Fine, just work." She picks up her phone and stands. "Need to get back to my client, won't be long."

"On a Saturday? Oh darling, they are working you too hard."

She gets up and Thomas pinches chips off her plate. "Can you get me another Coke while you're up?"

When she refills the coke her eyes look for the toilets. Returns with the drink and walks back past the counter, past the queue at the tills and the hand sanitiser station. The disabled toilet is at the back of the restaurant, past the regular loos, round the corner where the corridor narrows.

She finds it and taps on the door twice. It opens slowly.

Chloe grabs her wrist and pulls her inside. Jack's there too, and Cal, all three of them in the cramped space. Chloe locks the door behind her and the bolt slides across.

Sophie's trapped between the sink and Chloe now. The toilet smells of overpowering bleach and air freshener, someone's scratched "I love cock" into the mirror, the floor's wet in patches.

"Took your time didn't yer," Chloe says.

"Please, I couldn't just... Richard and Thomas are right outside."

"We know." Cal grins. "Saw you all cosy in your little booth, proper family outing innit?"

Jack laughs and moves to leave. "I'll keep watch, you two crack on with her." Then he's standing outside guarding.

"Now be a good darlin' and turn around," Chloe says. "Face the sink."

Sophie does and her hands grip the edge, white porcelain cold under her palms. She can see herself in the scratched mirror with her hair tied up and lipstick perfect.

Chloe lifts her dress and pulls it up round her waist. Navy fabric caught up, exposing holdup stockings, black knickers with lace trim at the top.

"Proper stockings for Nando's," Chloe says, runs her finger along the lace edge. "Can't even do casual without dressing like a tart... take those fancy knickers off."

Sophie steps out of her kitten heels, pulls her knickers down and off, then slides her feet back into the shoes. Standing there with her dress pulled up round her waist, stockings, bare cunt exposed, while her husband is thirty feet away eating chips with their son.

Chloe holds up the knickers and they're damp. She knows.

"Open that filthy cock-sucking mouth wide Soph."

Chloe stuffs them in her open mouth. The lace presses against her tongue, spreads her jaw. She tastes herself on the fabric and winces.

Cal's behind her now and doesn't bother with words. Just puts his hand between her legs, finds her wet, and laughs. "Fucking hell lady Muck."

He lines himself up, teasing her clit and laughing, then pushes inside with one thrust. Sophie's groan is muffled by her own knickers stuffed in her mouth.

Chloe moves in close and kisses Cal. Slow, wet, lots of tongue, really intimate. Her hand on the back of his neck.

Cal kisses back and his rhythm builds. One hand gripping Sophie's hip through the bunched dress, the other reaching for Chloe's face, gentle.

"Good?" Chloe asks him, pulling back slightly.

"Fuck yes," he breathes and speeds up. The sink rattles, the mirror shakes.

Chloe watches Sophie's face in the mirror. She's taking it, grinding back against him now. Chloe leans in and kisses Cal again, deeper this time, while he rails Sophie harder.

"You know what we should do?" Cal says, still moving inside her, grinning at Chloe like he's just thought of something brilliant.

"What's that then?"

"Tie up the husband and make him watch this."

Chloe laughs, proper laughs. "Fuck off."

"I'm serious." Cal's getting into it now, working Sophie harder, and she can feel him getting more turned on just talking about it. "Bring him to yours, tie the posh twat to a chair and just go at it right in front of him."

"And what, he just sits there?"

"What's he gonna do? He'd be tied up wouldn't he." Cal's breathing harder. "Let him watch his wife getting proper fucked, make her tell him how much better it is while I'm inside her."

Sophie makes a strangled noise behind the gag, shakes her head frantically but Cal's got her pinned so she can't move properly. She's getting wetter thinking about Richard seeing this, seeing what she's become.

"Oh she don't like that idea," Chloe says, watching Sophie's face in the mirror and still grinning. "Look at her going."

"Reckon he'd cry?" Cal asks.

"Probably, he seems like a proper nice bloke doesn't he? All polite and shit." Chloe's getting into it too now. "We could make her say it right to his face."

"Cuck the fucker properly while their kid's at football practice or whatever posh kids do."

They're both laughing and Cal groans, speeds up because talking about it's got him close. "Ah fuck, that's good."

"You're sick," Chloe says, but she's still grinning when she kisses him again.

"Should get her preggers," Chloe says against Cal's mouth, casual, like she's discussing what to order. "Little estate bastard growing inside her."

Sophie makes a sound behind the gag and her whole body goes rigid. Her hands grip the sink harder. No no no not that.

Cal laughs and doesn't slow down. "Fuck, imagine that. Her explaining that to her lame fella."

"Imagine her sat in court," Chloe says, grinning. "All professional in her silk, knocked up with your kid. Bump showing under her barrister gown."

Sophie's shaking her head frantically, eyes wide in the mirror, trying to say no through the gag but she's so close to coming she can barely think straight.

"Nah," Chloe says, watching her panic and enjoying it. "Not yet anyway. Maybe later though, yeah? When we get bored of just fucking you."

Maybe. Later. When they decide.

Cal grins and kisses her again. His hands grip Sophie's hips through the bunched fabric, pulling her back onto him, using her. They break the kiss and Chloe rests her forehead against his, both of them watching Sophie in the mirror.

"You like her posh cunt?" Chloe asks.

"Love it," Cal says. "Grateful Milf cunt."

They're talking over her, about her, like she's not even there. Just a body, just a hole they might breed if they feel like it. She's grinding back against Cal, chasing it.

Jack's voice from outside, different tone now. "Someone's coming. Manager."

Cal slows but doesn't stop, stays buried inside her, grinding. Chloe keeps watching Sophie's face in the mirror.

Footsteps. A woman's voice. "Excuse me, this toilet's been occupied for quite a while now, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, all good," Jack says.

"I need to check. Health and safety."

Sophie's eyes go wide in the mirror. She tries to shake her head but Chloe's hand grips her jaw, holds her still.

Jack opens the door a crack. "Have a look then."

The gap widens. Sophie can see the manager's face in the mirror's reflection. Thirty-something, Nando's polo shirt, name badge that says Anna. Her expression shifts from concern to shock to disgust in about two seconds.

She's seeing a woman on her knees against the sink, dress bunched round her waist, stockings, Cal behind her, Chloe holding her face.

"What the fuck," Anna says.

Jack pulls the door shut again. Sophie hears his voice, quieter now, dangerous. "You didn't see anything. Yeah?"

Silence. Then Tracey's voice, uncertain. "I... you need to leave. Now. Before I call the police."

"You're not calling anyone. You're going to go back to the counter and forget you came down here. Because if you don't, you and me are going to have a problem."

Another pause. Footsteps retreating fast.

Jack locks the door again. "All clear. She's gone."

Cal laughs against Sophie's neck, speeds up. "Fuck, that was close."

"She saw everything," Chloe says, still watching Sophie's face in the mirror, grinning now. "Saw you getting fucked like this. Saw what you are."

Sophie makes a noise behind the gag. Fear and arousal mixing together until she can't tell which is which.

"Bet she's shocked," Cal says, breathing harder. "Posh bint like you."

"She won't say nothing," Jack calls through the door. "I made sure."

"Some family coming," Jack warns a minute later. "Wait."

Cal slows but doesn't stop, just keeps himself buried inside her, grinding. Chloe kisses him through it. Footsteps right outside and a kid's voice asking about the toilet.

"Occupied buddy, you shouldn't be using these ones anyway. Now fuck off," Jack calls.

"There's others," a dad's voice, then footsteps moving away.

"All clear," Jack says.

Cal speeds up again, harder now, chasing it. Pulls out suddenly and Sophie whimpers behind the gag because she's so close, she was right there, but he spins her round.

"On your knees."

Sophie drops, heels sliding off as she goes down. Dress still bunched round her waist, stockinged knees on the wet toilet floor, thinking fuck this is disgusting but wanting it anyway. He pulls the knickers out of her mouth and she gasps, jaw aching.

"Taste yourself on my cock you dirty bitch."

She does and he's already pushing in, thick and hard, stretching her lips. Fucks her mouth and she gags immediately, can't help it. Chloe's got her phone out, filming.

"Look at the camera."

Sophie looks up through watering eyes. Can see herself in the front camera, kneeling, taking cock. Looks absolutely wrecked.

Cal's gripping her hair now, pulling her face onto him, grunting. "Fuck, yeah. Take it."

She's drooling, can't swallow properly with him in her throat like this. Spit running down her chin.

"Show me," Chloe says.

Cal pulls out and Sophie opens her mouth wide, tongue out, gasping. Shows the camera everything. Waiting for it.

He finishes with his hand wrapped round himself, aiming, and the first shot hits her tongue. Hot and thick. Second one lands across her lips. She keeps her mouth open, lets it collect, looking straight at the camera.

"Good girl," Chloe says, still filming. "Swallow it."

Sophie does and it's messy, some of it dribbling down her chin because there's too much. The camera catches everything. Her throat working, her tongue licking her lips, trying to get it all.

"Now my turn," Chloe says and locks the phone, pockets it. Pulls her leggings down, knickers with them, and sits on the closed toilet seat. Spreads her legs.

Sophie's phone is vibrating in her blazer pocket hanging on the door hook.

Chloe reaches over and gets it, unlocks it with Sophie's face. The screen lights up.

Where are you? Getting worried.

"Text him," Chloe says and hands her the phone. "Tell him you're nearly done."

Sophie takes it and does as she says. Types:Still on call. So sorry. Back in five.

Sends it.

"Good girl," Chloe says. "Now get to work."

She guides Sophie's head between her legs. Sophie puts her mouth on her and licks her. Chloe's hand in her hair, holding her there, not gentle like she is with Cal but rough, controlling.

"That's it. Your hubby's wondering where you are and you're on your knees with my cunt in your face."

Sophie works her tongue and knows what Chloe likes now after all these months. Knows the rhythm, the pressure, where to focus. Feels Chloe's thighs tense against her ears.

"Fuck," Chloe breathes, grinds against Sophie's face. "Yeah. Right there."

Sophie keeps going. Cal's cum still coating her throat and she can hear the hand dryer going in the ladies' next door, someone washing their hands. Normal Saturday afternoon sounds.

Chloe comes hard, holding Sophie's face tight against her, grinding through it, breathing fast. When she pulls back Sophie gasps, face wet, lips swollen.

"Now stand up."

Sophie stands and her legs are trembling. Can feel everything now, the wetness between her legs, how turned on she still is. Her stockings are soaked at the knees, wet and cold from the toilet floor.

Chloe pulls her leggings back up and reaches for Sophie's wet knickers resting on the sink. Stuffs them in Cal's pocket.

"Another souvenir."

"Please, I need to..."

"You've been gone ages," Jack says from the door, checking his phone. "They're definitely wondering where the fuck you are."

Sophie grabs toilet paper, wipes her face, wipes between her legs. Knows it's not enough. She's wet, aching, exposed. Pulls her dress down and the fabric sits against her skin with no knickers to protect it. She can feel the dampness already soaking through. Finds her heels and slips them back on, wet stockings sliding against the insoles.

Checks the mirror. Lipstick destroyed so she reapplies it fast. Hair messed but fixable so she smooths it down. Checks her dress. Navy fabric shows nothing but she knows what's underneath.

"You'll do," Chloe says, opens the door, checks the corridor. "Clear."

They slip out first. Gone in seconds. Sophie waits and counts to thirty. Breathes and walks back to the table.

Richard's finishing his merlot. Thomas is showing him something on TikTok and they're both laughing.

"There you are," Richard says. "Thought you'd abandoned us. Thomas wants pudding, I was about to order the chocolate brownie."

She sits carefully and feels it immediately. Wetness. Her stockings clinging, damp at the knees. No knickers to catch anything. The dress absorbing it.

"Sorry. Difficult client." She shifts and more wetness. "Honestly, some people. Yes, order the brownie, that sounds lovely."

Richard signals the waiter and orders. The brownie arrives a few minutes later with two spoons.

Thomas pushes it towards her. "It's mint, Mum. Proper chocolatey."

She takes a spoonful and tastes chocolate and shame and Cal's cum still coating her throat. Swallows it down together. Sits there with her husband and son.

Richard reaches across the table and takes her hand. "You work too hard. Should take a proper break. Maybe we should book that Florence trip we talked about."

She squeezes back. "That would be lovely."