Make conversation and tell Tara about your date

"I'm actually waiting for a date," you tell Tara. "Her name is Carol."

Tara raises her eyebrows. "Cool," she says. "Does she, you know, think cocks are her God?"

"I dunno," you say. You're finding Tara's in-your-face style a little tiring. "This is the first time I'm meeting her."

"Ouch," Tara says. "Not a great first impression on Carol's part. Thirty minutes late?"

"Fifty," you say, "on account of the bus being stuck in traffic, and then I'm guessing someone's cock being stuck in her. She couldn't wait."

Tara nodded. "Okay, that's fair, I've been there. First impressions are important, and it's better to be late thanto be out of your head with hunger for sausage."

"Do you get that a lot?" you ask.

Tara stares at you predatorially. "I'm thinking about what it'd be like to have you inside me right now. But I don't want to suck you raw, and I don't know you well enough yet to take you another way. I've got rules, you probably noticed."

"Yeah," you say, gesturing at her tatoos. "They're pretty well signed I have to say."

"You like them?" Tara asks, mock-sweetly.

You raise your eyebrows. "They're unusual," you say. "It probably scares off guys who'd annoy you, though."

"No silly," Tara teases you, playfully slapping your hand on the table. "I mean my tits. Do you like them? You've been having trouble making eye contact."

"Uh, yeah," you say, "Sorry. They're kind of inviting. And, uh, your stark black tatoo does make it difficult to look away. Not that I'm complaining, but why don't you cover up? You're obviously very independent minded, who's going to be more angry with you for pretending to be married?"

Tara gives an evil grin. "I love you, now I can give you my rant. One: I don't do marriage, and that's super imoortant to me. I'll let you strangle me before I'll marry anyone, and I'm not going to let anyone mistake me for the thrall of some two-bit priest to their little godhead. Second, I need cock on the regular, so I *want* men to look at my tits. And I want them to know they can't have them. It compensates a bit for the not-worshiping-random-dude's-penises-on-top-of-swallowing-their-cum thing."

You furrow your brow. "You don't like swallowing cum? Makes fellatio a bit of a weird thing to choose for strangers."

Tara's eyes went wide. "No, no, I fucking *love* cum, in me and, when appropriate, on me. It's just that I'm not so blinded by religion to think that it's some selfless act by the guy. I'm not stupid, I know you get off on it like I do."

Tara is interesting, but you get the feeling that she has some agenda with you in particular. "Tara, I have to say I find you refreshing, but I think you're up to something. Thanks for the latte --- and yeah, for the blow-job on the street --- but what's going on here?"