'We went to an elite steakhouse in Scottsdale. We shared a bottle of Cabernet, ordered dinner, made small talk, and tried to drive each other crazy. D...na's hands were in my crotch and mine were up her skirt. Luckily, we were both "commando" and did not have to slow down for any extra clothing. Under the table, she was stroking my manhood and I was rubbing her smooth perfumed cunt. She must have used some scented oils on it. We molested each other until dinner arrived. We ate, drank and then. And the day before that the female staff washroom. And the daybefore the previous other day before that, they had held him and written"Sissy" on his forehead with the fuscia magic marker he always carried inhis fanny pack.The girls at school were even worse. They were the girlfriends of thevarious Biffs, Thors, Rexs, etc. Madge and Mabel. Hazel and Mavis. Wandaand Janet. Kate and Cindy. Crystal and Candy. Betty and Brenda. These werethe girls, the principal girls, of the high school. And Sara. I glanced over at James and he was looking at me too. We smiled and then he glanced toward the pad of paper in his hand and tilted it towards me. It said, “were you serious about dinner?” Talk about feeling like a teenager again passing notes in class. I wrote on my paper, “Absolutely.” I tilted it his way and watched his face as he read it. A slow smile spread across his face and a very naughty look came into his eyes. I had a sudden feeling I would be getting more than just a fantasy. Rachel nodded as she joined the crowd. The woman went on to explain the rules now that they were all accounted for; Rachel would dance sixth after Savannah a tall black girl with heavy tits and large ass. The two girls locked eyes for a second insuring that they each knew their place. The boss lady went on to finish out the order assigning Jasmine, a cute short blond to dance seventh and last. Continuing, the boss told the girls that they would each have three songs in their set; they could.