Got stood up, huh?" Oh, no, we're just friends. We were looking to just kind of hang out tonight, but apparently something must have come up." Really?... Just friends? 'Cause what you're wearing says "date"." Does it?" Yeah. I got that vibe about thirty minutes ago when I saw you, so either you're fashionably early, or just very, very early, or you just got stood up. I just thought I'd come over and keep you company for a while." Right. Let's get something clear. I know you're looking to score.. After straightening the skirt of her dress nervously, she holds out her hand. "I'm Megan. Thanks for the rescue."He smiles as he takes her hand. It's delicate and cool to the touch. "I promise I'm not a stalker," he tells her, taking the seat next to hers. "You just look the way I feel."Laughing, her eyes crinkling at the corners, she tucks her hair behind her ear. "It shows, huh?" she asks, her eyes dropping to the counter where she picks at the edge of the napkin beneath her glass. "That this. ...there was porn but in the back there was a theatre and booths with what I know no as glory holes....he took me to a booth and I knew exactly what to do when a cock came through the wall....the guy blew a load in 1 minute....he said you are a good cock sucker....He then began to fuck me as cock after cock came through the hole and I sucked and swallowed every bit....but the guy fucking me didn't cum....after a dozen cocks he told me I had graduated and could go to the basement...he stripped. She said not quite yet, she wasn’t finished with one detail. Trisha asked me to sit down and she went to work on my hair as I had with hers. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her brush and fingers through my hair. She then took a tie and pulled it into a very high and tight ponytail, and took a donut ring from my vanity case, twisting my hair into position for a high bun. I could feel her securing the do with bobby pins and sprayed my head with some hairspray to give it that extra firm.