Alexora was having a bad day. Customers bitching, electrical issues to the gaming rooms, cat fight in the ladies room, causing security to crawl all over her ass about monitoring customers. Alex really hated dealing with those fucking "we are more fully evolved than you are" ass wipes.<br/>"Miss I need you to sign the vid-pad, this is an official warning to control your environment. By not doing so you are in violation of article 569-N49 code 2-3V. I must also advise you to keep proper maintenance of your establishment," Alex rolls her eyes as she listens to this ass’ voice drone on.<br/>Alex was almost as tall as the elven security officer next to her. She stood at 6’2 with the over the knee boots she worn, they added 3” to her already tall frame. She could tell that the officer was trying not to look at her well endowed cleavage. Especially with her height, he didn’t have to move his head to look down. He only had to slant his eyes in her boobs direction.  One of these days she was going to have to have tattooed across them: ‘Tell your boobs to quite looking at my eyes’. It didn’t matter the species of man, they all looked at her front line.<br/>Today she had on another of her corset tops she favored. Plum colored leather that laced up the front. It left her tattooed back partially exposes. The art work was reminiscent of Earth’s Japanese culture. Floral, butterflies, green rocky landscapes, cranes, and a  stream with coy fish. The tattoo started at her right should covering almost half of her back.  Winding it’s way across to her waist. It then wrapped around her left hip and down to taper off at mid-thigh.<br/>Her panel skirt with shorts like hot pants underneath. It was not actually a skirt, it was more like a long version of what the ancient Native Americans worn. Two long rectangular panels of silk, hit around mid calf.<br/>Alex knew she was going to have to hire a bouncer, she couldn't keep doing everything herself, and manage Rex‘s Sweet Spot.  Alex was new to Caviar Russo. She had inherited the place from her Uncle Rexobeau. It was an unusual combination of bar and sweet. Uncle Rex’s open the Sweet Spot because of his two favorite things, Trilianlian Rum and pastries. The bar was still a bar, but the bakery side and evolved into a sort of coffee shop, café, and sweet shop.<br/>The kitchens divided the space, doors at either end allowing access to each side. Outside the kitchens, the was bar one side , and serving counter on the café side.<br/>In the letter she had received from him via lawyers, her uncle informed her that she would inherit his entire estate, in other words the bar and sweet shop. Swearing that he would leave it only to his favorite niece. Alex eyes had rolled at that statement, she was his only freaking niece. Uncle Rex, was a huge man everyone called T-Rex because of his infamous temper. Many a comment had been made that she got hers from him.<br/>She was ready to pull her hidden blade out and put herself out of the misery of having to listen to the security officers voice another 10 seconds. “Do you understand all I have stated Miss Alexroa Idril,” holding the vid-pad up in front of her eye, for it to record her eye reaction as she made her statement. “If so, please verbally speak your statement.” “Yes,” Alex replies. “Miss Idril you must make a complete statement.” “ You have got to be fucking kidding,” she exclaims. “Miss, please refrain from verbally assaulting me, and make you statement out loud,” the office tells her in typical evlen arrogance, that just  pushed Alex over the edge. Narrowing her green eyes at him, she looked straight at the vid-pad, and said in a sugar sweet voice, “Ok ass wipe, I, Alex fucking Idril, proprietress of Rex’s Sweet Spot, do state that I understand what you have told me regarding the warning I am being issued. Article 569-N49 code 2-3V. (she actually recites from memory the code, photo graphic memory) I also state that you enjoyed viewing my luscious boobs the entire time.” Alex ran a hand over one breast, where the top part of her breast was exposed over the cup of her corset. The security officers composer finally cracked long enough, for him fumble and almost drop the vid-pad. “Yes, Miss, thank you, I shall go now, and leave you to… I am through here.” The security turns and walks away from Alex.<br/>As the security officer departed, vid-pad in hand, the laughter of the remaining customers followed him.<br/>Oh, yeah Alex was having a lovely day. “Jack, (that wasn’t really her name but damn if she could say her real name, so she dubbed her Jack) I am going over to the music store. I will be back later. Make sure someone cleans up the bathroom.”<br/>As she walked pass customers, here and there they greeted her, on her way out.<br/>Alex walks into the Glitter and Girlz, next door. She had not had time to browser the music store. She went to the table that held the catalogues of music available for purchase. Damn she thought she has forgotten her mini-pad, and wouldn’t be able to purchase any downloads. Alex decided to browser anyway to get her mind off of the day she had. She was thinking  she should have doubled checked the hours. The store was bound to be closing soon. Alex worked her way to the sample station. Ran a finger down the list of titles and chose one. Punching in the numbers, the song started. It had a nice Latin beat to it. Music to sooth the savage beast she thought.<br/>Alex couldn’t help herself, she began to sway to the rhythm of the music. Soon her hips were make small hip rolls. She gave into the music and closed her eyes and let herself be lost to the beat.<br/><br/><br/>