It was the last Friday of the month, we all met up leaving boyfriends and husbands at home. We'd been doing it for ages same bars, same group. Tonight was no different, find a table, cheap wine, moan about him back home and watch the world go by.
Now, this pub had a bit of a rep as a pick-up joint. If a guy got lucky, most simply left together but occasionally people would sneak into the toilets for a quicky. Management kinda knew the score but as long as the pints flowed and no one complained they turned a blind eye. It was fun watching guys shoot their shots only to be rejected, dust off their pride and move to the next girl. Occasionally they'd approach our table but a quick flash of a wedding ring dampened their hopes.
The time came when I needed a trip to the toilet, I had been putting it off since they weren't exactly well maintained. I made the ring of toilet paper squares on the seat and plonked my bum down when I heard hushed arguing from the adjoining cubicle. It wasn't the first time I'd chanced upon hearing some action, to be honest, I kinda got off on it. It quickly became clear she only went there to give head but he was pushing for more.