Suddenly, a car turned the corner. "Look alive, girls," Sarah whispered. "We got ourselves an early bird special."
Out of habit, the hookers took up their positions in line. Remembering her training, Joan stood in a relaxed yet provocative pose, showing off her best assets while not straining herself. The voice of her instructor, Miss Carmine, echoed in her mind. "Remember, my young temptresses. Shoulders back, breasts out, and head high. Don't be too stiff, or you'll tire out before your shift is half over. Part of being sexy is being relaxed, like you could keep it up all night if necessary."
Joan's mind returned to the present as the car came to a stop at the curb. With a practiced eye, she and her companions noted the quality of the prospective client's vehicle, estimating a hefty income. A good sign.
As one, the girls took a step forward when the window opened, trying to be the first to meet the client's eyes. The driver, a well- groomed man wearing a casual polo shirt and slacks, smiled in greeting. "Hello, ladies."
"Hey there, stud," purred Stephanie, dutifully reciting the textbook pitch. "Looking for a good time?"
"Such would explain my presence here, my dear," the man grinned, speaking his words with careful pronunciation. Then, he scanned the sidewalk. "So, where does one register and pay?"
"The teachers aren't here, yet," Sarah answered, leaning into the window and making sure to offer a good view down her cleavage. "Of course, that doesn't mean we can't have some fun before they get here. It's gonna take them, like, another hour or two, and I doubt any of us wants to wait that long."
The man's eyebrows rose a little. "Impatient little thing, aren't you. Will you not face severe discipline from the Lady?"
Sarah gave him a coquettish wink. "Only if anyone tells, and trust me, none of us will tell. What the school doesn't know won't hurt us."
"Am I correct in assuming this will cost extra?" the man inquired. Despite the question, his grin told her he was interested.
"A teensy bit, but I'll make it worth your while. Pay extra, get extra. We both walk away happy."
The other girls pouted at Sarah hogging the John's attention. For her part, Joan felt envious at the girl's daring but also a bit nervous. This was her first time witnessing an XX proposition, and a big part of her shouted that this was insane. Sarah was risking her neck, and her grade!
On the other hand, without the limitations of Lady Elle's standard charges and cuts, she could pretty much name her price. Besides, for all of Sarah's XX activities, nothing bad had happened to her. Yet.
"So, how about it, stud?" Sarah asked, pouring on the charm for all she was worth. "In the mood for some instant gratification?"
The man let the teenage blonde stand there panting in anticipation as he considered her offer. Then, his gaze roamed past her and settled on Joan. A gleam entered his eye as he beckoned her closer. Hardly believing he had noticed her behind the Slut Queen herself, Joan just blinked and hesitated, her confident poise faltering.
"You, the lovely angel with the brown hair. Come closer, please," the John coaxed gently.
Sarah shot Joan a glare but moved aside. At the same time, Karyn grabbed her friend's shoulder. "He wants you!" She whispered excitedly. "Oh, the girls are gonna freak! Go on! Go on!" She shoved the brunette forward, her excitement overwhelming her earlier trepidation.
"That's a good girl," the man chuckled kindly. "I promise you, I don't bite."
Trying to salvage some dignity, Joan took the last couple of steps by herself and crooked a smile. "I-I don't bite either. Unless you want me to."
This got an easy laugh from the man. "I suppose I must take your word for it, for the time being." Studying Joan from up close, his eyebrows rose appreciatively. "The sweet Lady must tend her garden with great care to produce such a fine flower."
"Thank you, sir," Joan blushed at the flattery before catching her slip. "I-I mean, uh, stud."
Again, the man seemed amused. "Stud? Hardly. Pray tell, m'lady, what are your rates?"
Once more falling back on her training, Joan listed off the figures, cautiously doubling her usual charges and extras. She knew that Sarah bragged about bringing in triple or even more, but she decided to play it safe.
Rather than trying to haggle, the John shrugged. "Sounds reasonable. Get in." He leaned over and unlatched the door. Joan thought that perhaps she should have charged more, but the deal had already been set.
Almost giddy with anticipation, she opened the door and set one heel-clad foot inside before glancing back at the others. Karyn made shooing motions, echoed by Stephanie and Buffy. To her surprise, even Sarah gave her a nod. "You'll be fine," she said. "We'll tell the teacher you're running late. Just remember to have him drop you off out of sight when you get back. Welcome to the XX club, girl."
Thus reassured and emboldened by the thrill, Joan made herself comfortable in the car's plush seat and strapped herself in.
"And here we go," the man said. Quickly, the car pulled away from the curb and carried Joan off into the city.
