I have no idea what we ate, the food was not important, all that mattered were the thinly veiled hints and my own unrestrained need. If she had touche... me, even fleetingly I think I might have cum right there and then.I was ready to leave as we finished our starter, more ready with each passing course, my seductress flexed her skills and I almost melted then and there. Even the rich fresh coffee failed to distract me. I know I tried to split the bill, fumbling for my purse as she laid a card on. Tonight it turns out we were to be street hoes, marketed out of the back of a truck!Compared to the first night this did not seem as bad. I was dressed in stockings, garter belt and a skirt which barely covered my ass cheeks. Sara had on a plaid skirt, white socks and white blouse like a school girl, which I guess fitted her figure. Our ?pads? for the night were two dirty mattresses thrown in the back of a box truck. Our handlers would drive us around in the back of a pickup with a sign. Standing out there on the taxi way, spot lights on us as though we were performers on a Broadway stage, with himself in the lead of course; brave, noble, heroically erect in the way only an androgynously good looking actor could be.I didn't much care for the way his smarmy self-importance resonated off my ear-drums either.Where was I? Taste and feel, right? No, the thing is... everyone's emotions feel and taste differently. Mostly they vibrate a little differently ... that's the feel part.. After all, she was eighteen years old, a junior in high school, and still a virgin! Her mother was obviously quite strict about her dating and maybe doesn't want her to get mixed up with the wrong boy and end up getting hurt.I could totally understand her mother's concern. While not a parent myself, I couldn't help but form an attachment to the kids at school.I was their principal and authority figure sure, but I was also their friend and I made sure that I was never too busy to listen to their.