Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 214: Kelvin’s Big Save

The voices outside the stall were getting clearer.

A man and a woman. Their footsteps came through the bathroom door together, sharp on the tiles, the door swinging shut behind them.

"I cannot believe they were actually doing that in the men’s bathroom," the woman said. Her voice had the particular energy of someone who had found something outrageous and was going to get full value from it. She was wearing a bright yellow wrap dress, the kind that tied at the waist, her heels clicking with every step.

"We should report them," the man said. He had on a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, dark trousers, the kind of guy who looked like he had opinions about things. "I mean we’ve had sex plenty of times but do you see us going into public bathrooms to do it?"

"Exactly," she said. "There’s a standard."

"There’s absolutely a standard."

"Okay wait outside," she said. "I need to pee quickly and then we go straight to the front desk."

"Why can’t I just go here," he said.

"Because this is still the women’s bathroom."

"But I need to go."

"Hold it."

"I’ve been holding it."

"Then hold it some more. Thirty seconds."

He made a sound that communicated everything about how he felt about thirty more seconds and then his footsteps moved back toward the door.

Inside the last stall Liam and Jane had not moved.

Not a finger. Not a breath that was any bigger than it absolutely had to be. Jane was still on his lap, her hands on his shoulders, both of them looking at each other in the dim light of the stall while the woman’s heels moved across the tiles to one of the other stalls.

Liam felt it.

The pressure that had been climbing before the door opened hadn’t gone anywhere. It had just been sitting there, waiting, and now it was doing something about the waiting entirely on its own without consulting him.

He pressed his lips together.

’No,’ he thought. ’Not now. Absolutely not right now.’

Jane read his face.

Her eyes went wide.

He shook his head slightly. Once. A clear and direct no.

Her eyes stayed wide.

The pressure didn’t care about any of this.

He came.

It arrived without permission, his whole body tightening at once, his hands gripping her hips hard as everything released, deep inside her, and Jane’s mouth opened and a sound came out of it before she could catch it.

Small. Muffled. But present.

"Mm—"

Outside the stall everything went completely silent.

The tap that had been running stopped.

The heels on the tiles stopped.

Then the man’s voice came through the door from outside.

"Did you hear that?"

A pause.

"I heard that," the woman said from inside, her voice lower now.

Liam and Jane sat completely frozen, his hands on her hips, her hands on his shoulders, neither of them doing anything that involved air movement of any kind.

The man pushed the bathroom door open. His footsteps came in.

"I cannot believe they are doing it in here too," he said, his voice rising as he crossed the floor, heading toward the stalls.

His footsteps got closer.

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"Haaaa." Kelvin leaned back in his cinema seat with the satisfied energy of a man who had just watched something excellent. He held up his hand toward Priscilla and made a circle with his fingers, the okay sign, slow and deliberate.

Priscilla looked at him. She wiped the corner of her mouth with two fingers and adjusted herself in her seat. Then she looked at him with an expression that had a very specific quality to it.

"Your turn," she said.

Kelvin looked at her. "My turn for what."

"Your turn," she said again. Firmer this time. The kind of firm that didn’t leave much room for interpretation.

Kelvin studied her face for a second.

Then he glanced around the cinema.

The two people at the front hadn’t moved.

The person in the third row was still on their phone.

The couple in the sixth row were in their own world entirely.

"You want me to get down on you," he said, keeping his voice low. "Right here." He paused. "I genuinely don’t mind if you don’t."

Priscilla looked at him. "Hell no."

"Okay then what—"

She reached over, took his hand from his own lap, and guided it under the hem of whatever she was wearing.

His fingers found warm skin immediately and then further in, the thin fabric of her underwear, and she pressed his hand there and looked at the screen.

Kelvin smiled slowly. "Oh I like this one."

He started slow.

His fingers moved against the fabric first, feeling the heat through it, learning where everything was before he did anything specific.

She shifted slightly in her seat, just a small adjustment, giving him better access without making it obvious to anyone watching that she had moved at all.

He pressed lightly through the fabric.

Her hand on the armrest between them tightened slightly.

He found the specific point through the material and stayed on it, his finger moving in slow deliberate circles, not changing the pressure, just keeping it consistent and letting her body respond at its own pace.

"Mm—" The sound from her was barely anything. More breath than voice. She kept her eyes on the screen.

He pulled the fabric to the side.

She inhaled. Small and controlled.

He worked slowly.

Two fingers, moving together, finding the right spots and the right pressure, his hand hidden completely under her skirt, his expression turned toward the screen like he was watching the movie.

He felt her getting wetter with every passing minute and adjusted what he was doing accordingly, reading her body the way someone reads a room, noticing what landed and coming back to it.

Her hand on the armrest was pressing down now. Both hands. Her knuckles slightly pale.

"Kelvin—" Just his name. Barely audible.

He curled his fingers slightly on the next stroke and she pressed her lips together so hard they went pale.

He kept the pace exactly where it was.

Not faster. Not slower.

Just consistent and relentless, his fingers moving with the particular patience of someone who understood that the journey was the point and wasn’t in any hurry to reach the end of it.

Her whole body had gone tight in the seat beside him, her thighs pressing against his hand from both sides, her shoulders pulled slightly inward, everything she had directed at staying completely still while her body tried to do the opposite.

"Mm — ah—"

He added his thumb, pressing lightly at the front while his fingers kept moving, and she made a sound that she caught halfway through and swallowed the rest of.

He kept going.

She came quietly.

The way someone comes when they have decided to keep it contained and are mostly succeeding, her thighs clamping around his hand, her head dropping forward slightly, a long slow breath leaving her through her nose that was doing a lot of work.

He held his hand still through it. Feeling everything.

When it passed she sat back fully in her seat and breathed.

Kelvin withdrew his hand and looked at the screen casually.

A moment passed.

"You okay?" he said.

"Yes," she said. Her voice was slightly rough.

He looked toward where Liam and Jane had been sitting.

Empty. Popcorn buckets still there but the seats were gone cold.

He looked around the rest of the cinema and caught something at the corner of his eye, two people moving through the exit doors at the back, a man and a woman, close together, moving quickly.

He watched them go without thinking much of it.

He turned to Priscilla. "Have you seen where they went?"

Priscilla turned and looked at him with an expression that contained several things. "Kelvin," she said. "I had a significant amount of you in my mouth. How exactly was I supposed to be tracking their location."

Kelvin opened his mouth. Closed it. "Fair."

"You should be asking yourself where you were."

"I was enjoying myself," he said. "Genuinely. I wasn’t tracking anything."

She looked at him for a second. Then she stood up and smoothed her skirt. "I have a feeling I know where they are. Come on."

Kelvin got up and followed her out of the row.

They came through the cinema corridor and turned toward the bathrooms.

Before they even reached the door they could hear voices, a man’s voice, raised and indignant, coming from somewhere inside.

Kelvin pushed the women’s bathroom door open.

The man was standing in the middle of the tiled floor, shirt sleeves rolled up, about to open the last stall.

His girlfriend in the yellow dress was behind him, arms crossed, nodding along.

He had one hand already reaching toward the stall door.

"Stop," Kelvin said.

His voice came out flat and calm and it landed in the bathroom like something physical.

The man’s hand froze halfway to the door. He turned around.

Priscilla came in behind Kelvin and stopped beside him, looking at the couple with an expression that had questions in it.

"What are you doing?" Priscilla said to the man.

"I’m—" He looked at Kelvin. Then at Priscilla. Then at the stall. "I’m trying to catch people in there. I heard them and—"

"Shut up," Priscilla said.

The girlfriend’s head came up immediately. She was wearing a yellow wrap dress, gold hoops, her arms crossed tight across her chest. "Excuse me? Don’t tell my boyfriend to shut up."

"I’ll tell him whatever is relevant," Priscilla said evenly, "as long as he’s standing in the women’s bathroom uninvited."

"He was just—"

"He should leave," Priscilla said. Simple. Direct.

The man straightened up. "I heard someone moaning in that stall. I’m not leaving until—"

"You heard someone," Kelvin said, stepping forward slightly, his hands in his pockets, his voice completely conversational. "In the women’s bathroom."

"Yes," the man said.

"You heard a girl making noise," Kelvin said. "In the women’s bathroom."

"Yes, exactly, and I—"

"You do know," Kelvin said slowly, tilting his head, "that doesn’t automatically mean anything, right."

He paused.

"Women moan for all kinds of reasons that have nothing to do with what you’re thinking."

Another pause.

"She could have period cramps. Those are genuinely awful. She could have pulled a muscle trying to get her jeans off because cinema seats do something to your back."

He looked at the man with complete sincerity. "A woman moaning in a bathroom stall is not evidence of anything except a woman having a rough time in a bathroom. Which is frankly none of your business."

The man opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

His girlfriend blinked.

Kelvin let the silence sit for exactly the right amount of time. Then his expression shifted, just slightly, the conversational quality sharpening by a degree.

"Or," he said, "was the plan to open that door and look." He held the man’s gaze. "Because if that’s what’s happening here I’ll walk you to security myself right now."

The man went red. "No. No that’s not what I was—"

"Then get out," Kelvin said. Still calm. Still completely pleasant about it. "Before I change my mind about walking you there anyway."

The girlfriend grabbed the man’s arm. "Come on," she said, her voice smaller than it had been thirty seconds ago. "Let’s just go."

She pulled him toward the door.

They walked past Kelvin and Priscilla on the way out, close enough that there was no avoiding it. The man kept his eyes on the floor.

The girlfriend looked straight ahead with the focused energy of someone who had decided eye contact was not going to happen.

Kelvin watched them pass with a completely pleasant expression.

Priscilla looked at the girlfriend the entire way past, not saying anything, not needing to.

The door swung shut behind them.

Kelvin exhaled.

Priscilla looked at him. He looked at her. They stood there in the women’s bathroom for a moment.

Then Kelvin turned toward the last stall. "Okay," he said, loud enough to carry. "You can come out."

A beat.

The lock clicked.

The door opened.

Jane came out first, fully dressed, her hair slightly less perfect than it had been in the cinema but otherwise composed. She walked straight to Priscilla who was already moving toward her, the two of them falling into step together and heading for the door without looking back.

Liam came out after her.

He looked at Kelvin.

Kelvin looked at him with the expression of a man who had just single-handedly prevented a significant problem and was aware of it and found it very funny.

"Thank you," Liam said. The tone of it communicated that he meant it and was also slightly annoyed about needing to say it.

Kelvin pointed at him. "Say thank you like you mean it."

"I just did."

"With feeling."

"Kelvin."

Kelvin grinned and fell into step beside him as they followed the girls toward the exit. "So," he said, keeping his voice low. "How was it. The making up."

Liam looked at him. Then he smiled. "One of the best times of my life."

Kelvin stopped walking for half a second. Then he started again, shaking his head slowly, the grin getting wider. "I knew it. I knew it from the second you got in the car."

"You knew nothing."

"I knew everything." He pushed the bathroom door open and held it. "Come on. Let’s get out of here before they figure out what just happened."

Liam walked through the door.

"Agreed," he said.