<span style="font-family:Spectral">Benjamin rolled his eyes at the duo and smiled, but Mai stood her ground. It looked like her 'friend' wasn't in the mood for any games either. Mai glared at the male, "You heard her. You're crashing our date."  <br/>
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"It's a shame you're already taken. Call me," he snickered. A small piece of paper was tossed onto the table and the burly man left. Mai let that encounter serve as a lesson to not judge a man by their appearance. She ripped up the paper into little pieces and threw it in the garbage can nearby. Mai gestured for the woman to sit down at the table. The booth was sleek and leathery. <br/>
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"Thank you for stopping by. I'm pretty sure that guy would've had a broken nose if he'd continued. Are you one of the people I was with last night? My mind's a little hazy, so I can't quite remember." <br/>
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Mai sat back down. An uncanny sensation overcame her without notice and before she could excuse herself for a few minutes, her hand undid the buttons of her jeans and slipped casually inside her pants. Mai stroked herself beneath the fabric, unable to comprehend the meaning of her urge. The experience was oddly satisfying; it'd been a while since she'd had sex. Her breath caught and she covered her mouth. The woman in front of her thought she must've been weird; Who masturbated in public?<br/>
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"Sorry, give me a few minutes. Something's-" A repressed moan slipped and she left the table, out of respect for the woman. Mai searched for the bathroom sign, desperate for some well-needed privacy. The bathroom was just down the hall, all the way down the room to the right. She barely made it to the bathroom door a few feet away before she sank to the carpet, mind and body preoccupied with pleasure. After a few minutes, a small whimper left her mouth as she reached climax.  <br/>
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Mai shivered as she regained a somewhat acute awareness of everything around her. Relief washed over her, but when she stood up, her head felt like the vibrations of a mallet hitting a gong. Her leg muscles were sore and it took a few moments to become accustomed to what was a loss of blood flow. Mai buttoned up her jeans and felt a wave of cool air brush over her skin. She entered the bathroom and busied herself with getting cleaned up. Guilt coursed through her as she dried her hands off.<br/>
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Something wasn't right. She didn't even think she could back out there to face the woman who stepped in to get that creepy guy off her shoulders. Why the hell did she even- Mai tried to analyze the situation. She wasn't the kind of person to even do that. It was frustrating, disgusting even; the urge to touch herself. Mai tried to soothe her pounding heart before she went back out, eyes averted. Hopefully, no one, aside from the woman, had seen her. That would make things twice as embarrassing.<br/>
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A glass of water with no ice didn't seem to comfort the tension settling within Mai. She ordered another glass of water after she downed the first one, fingernails unconciously tapping the edge of the bar as she waited.</span>