He was about fifty, slightly raddled, an air of alcoholic misery hovering around him. His nose was red and rough and his cheeks were heavily veined. Dulled eyes observed me momentarily as he walked to the counter. My heart was pounding and stomach churning.

The game was on. And I think I knew I was going to play.

[molly] someone in

[str8guy] Man or woman?

[molly] m

[str8guy] Do you know him

[molly] no

[str8guy] Excellent.

[str8guy] Prepare yourself, Molly. And remember, I want to see him.

As the stranger stood with his back to me I trained the cam on him, giving str8guy a view, then switched back to my face.

[str8guy] Good, but remember I want to see him seated, and see what he is seeing. Not just your face.

[molly] i know. leave it to me.

My initial fear was that he would sit at the opposite end, with tables between us, but I needn't have worried. It's generally true that if a man enters a room where there is already one woman present, he will seat himself where he can get the best view of her. Which is what my new companion did, sitting a couple of table away and facing towards me. I made no attempt to acknowledge him. Eye contact wouldn't be good - it would create a bond which would make it difficult to fake the accidental nature of what I was about to do.

Slowly, I swung the cam towards him, resting it on the table. It looked like a large pen and I doubted whether anyone would give it a second glance. Trying to control the shaking in my hands, I brought him into focus and looked at his image on my screen.

It was fascinating. Because I was looking away from him, he was taking the opportunity to stare at me. A couple of times I looked up and he pulled his head away, as though taking no interest in me, but as soon as I turned back to my screen, the cam showed him ogling me intently once more.

[str8guy] You've certainly caught his attention.

[molly] lol u can say that again

[molly] i can almost feel his eyes boring into me

[str8guy] Are you flashing at him?

[molly] no, not yet. sitting her quite demurely.

[str8guy] You haven't forgotten our arrangement? Or got cold feet?

[molly] no, biding my time.

[molly] patience m8

It's curious. I'm still blazing mad with str8guy and furious that he has tricked me into this situation, but as I sat in the cafe just then I felt a kind of connection with him. I think it was the fact that we were both watching the stranger ogling me - we were complicit, somehow, working together to trap this guy. Writing this now, I'm back to my normal anger against him, but when I was doing it I felt differently.

I feel that I have to admit that, though I'd rather not.

In truth, I wasn't biding my time - I was plucking up courage. I didn't want the guy to think I was flashing him on purpose, but rather I wanted it to seem unintentional, an accidental slip. My skirt was short, a couple of inches above the knee, so it was quite feasible that it could ride up to embarrassing levels without me realising it. Well, in reality it isn't feasible, but no guy, given a free cop like that, is going to analyse the details too closely. Is he?

Turning in my chair as though trying to get comfortable, I tried to force my skirt to ride up. By bouncing my buttocks first forwards, then backwards, a few times, I managed to guide it in the right direction, and with a surreptitious glance downwards I could see my hemline was rising to dangerous levels. I continued to chat to str8 as I slowly proceeded with my unveiling.

[str8guy] Are you showing yet?

[molly] nearly.

[str8guy] He's looking at you more and more intently.

[molly] i kno. he can see fairly well up my thighs now

[molly] hes realised he might be able to see something major

[molly] oh did u see that

[str8guy] I certainly did. LOL

[str8guy] He's moved his seat half a yard to the left. A better view, presumably?

[molly] almost perfect view now, i'd guess...

[molly] oh boy...

[molly] i tell you what m8

[molly] i can almost feel the air wafting against my pussy

[molly] must be very close to full exposure

[str8guy] You're telling me. Look at his face.

[molly] precious isn't it?

[molly] i'm tempted to look in his direction, just to see his reaction.

[str8guy] No don't. That would spoil it.

[molly] dont worry, im not going to

[molly] im not that stupid

[str8guy] You certainly aren't. You're a star my dear, an absolute star.

[molly] im going to give a full flash now.

[molly] open my legs

[molly] on the count of three

[molly] lol

[molly] did u see him

[str8guy] He sat back in his seat like he'd had an electric shock...

[molly] priceless.

[str8guy] Are you still flashing?

[molly] yes, my legs are open a fraction. not much, but enough for him to see, i think

[str8guy] I want to see you now. Can you move the cam?

[molly] yes. wait.

I had realised it would be impossible to move the cam surreptitiously without arousing suspicion. The only way was to do it in a grand gesture. Reaching for my bag, I rummaged and pulled out a piece of paper. Instead of returning it to the chair on my left I swung it onto the one in front of me, and in the same motion gathered up the cam and smoothly placed it on top. If you want to do something secretly, do it as openly as possible: people simply won't notice.

The cam was almost in position, but a fraction too far right. I reached for my bag again and pulled out a pen, adjusting the cam as I did so, and this time I saw my legs appear on the screen before me. Pretending to turn in my seat, I parted my legs a couple of inches and the cam peered into the recesses of my skirt. It didn't show all the way, but it was sufficient for str8guy to see that I had done what I was told.

[str8guy] Beautiful little Molly, brave Molly. You've excelled yourself, my dear.

[str8guy] I'm so proud of you.

[str8guy] Truly I am. That's wonderful.

[str8guy] How do you feel?

[molly] um, im not sure

[str8guy] Relieved, sexy, frightened, turned-on?

[molly] all of those yes

[str8guy] Light-headed?

[molly] yes

[str8guy] Euphoric

[molly] yes, i suppose

[str8guy] glad it's over, but a little sorry too

[molly] how do u know this... lol

[str8guy] I've told you, Molly. I know you better than you realise. Better than you know yourself.

[molly] my battery's about to go. it's just beeped at me

[str8guy] That's fine. Mission accomplished, Molly. Splendid. I'm proud of you.

[molly] ty

[str8guy] Looking forward to your next challenge

[molly] don't push it m8. i'm still not happy about this whole thing. one thing at a time, please?

[str8guy] Are you not? Really not happy? I wonder, little Molly. I truly wonder. Feel how wet your cunt is and ask yourself how unhappy you feel.

[str8guy] Speak to you later

[str8guy has quit]

Yet again the bastard leaves me a little bit flat at the end. Why can't he just enjoy what he gets, instead of trying to psychoanalyse me and plant thoughts in my head. Am I happy or not? I'll decide that, not him, thank you very much.

But it was kind of kinky, though. I can't deny it. I gathered my stuff up and made to leave. As I did, I caught the guy's eye. He looked at me guiltily, like a schoolkid caught stealing apples, and I gave him a broad smile. Enigmatic. I bet he's still wondering what it meant, and whether what he just witnessed was deliberate or not.

Oh dear.

I could get to like this.

I know I could.

And it's dangerous. You're playing with fire, Molly 3;