Most good stories always start out in a pub, or a bar, this tale is no different, though instead of the musty scent of stale ale, and the vision of tired old mercenaries gathering around exchanging yarns, and proudly displaying battle scars...  We have the sound of heavy bass music that pounds in the chests of those too close to speakers, the scent of mingled perfumes and spilled drinks, and occasionally a hint of human sweat if one moves closer to the dance floor.  The eyes are captured by the display of rhythmic flashing lights occasionally dancing over the body of a beautiful young woman, or man, accentuating their already stunning features.  The times have changed, but, stories still follow the same rules.<br/><br/>The young woman, Caitlin, seems like an out of place face amongst the crowd of leather clad youths pierced and tatted out to there hearts content.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t a young woman, not at all in fact, she was just out of college fresh faced and ready to take on the world.  She was even quite fetching to be truthful, with long raven black hair that many who prowled the club paid good money to posses, using expensive dyes and stylists.  She had a beautiful heart shaped face, with prominent angular cheek bones, generous full pouting ruby red lips, and last but not least a pair of cold slate grey eyes.  All of which terminated in an angled aristocrat’s chin.  The young woman’s neck was long, elegant, some might even choose to call it swan like, from it hung a small golden heart shaped locket that rested between the swell of her impressive chest.  If one were to scan lower, eyes would fall upon a firm flat belly, then her hips, and a firm bubble butt, maintained through a religious and rigorous exercise routine, that other women in the office swore by.  Her legs were long, perfectly tone, as were her arms.<br/><br/>This particular young woman, was not dressed the way the rest of the bar was, at least, when one looked outside the little circle of friends that she was sitting with.  Like her companions, Caitlin was dressed to impress in a different way, instead of black leather bondage, she wore a perfectly tailored coal black business suit, a white dress shirt, and a matching black skirt that was cut to the prescribed office dress code, not too short, but not too long either.  She was wearing a pair of conservative flesh colored nylons, and on her feet were a pair of black high heels.  Currently she was sipping a rather heady tequila sunrise, Barbra, the woman who had dragged the co-workers to this place had convinced her that, it was the best drink in the house...  And Caitlin, who normally drank water, couldn’t agree more.<br/><br/>Mostly, the gathering consisted of a few co-workers, all but Barbra looked horribly uncomfortable in this odd setting.  Their eyes were focussed on each other, sipping their drinks slowly while Caitlin, without even realizing it was drinking rather quickly from the glass, and already had an empty one off to the side.  The only figure that wasn’t from work was her soon to be husband, who she was leaning against dutifully, her slender digits did their best to lace across his arm.<br/><br/>The out of place female’s eyes though, were wandering over the people gathered here...  Watching them smoke, drink, and dance...  Particularly dance, one girl, out on the floor seemed to have her hypnotized.  He rythmic Bacchic motions she made, the way she smoked as her body moved to the feral beat, had the raven haired beauty entranced.