<div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.135.1080.1080/13744101_1039694612775273_1296490155_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI5ODAyMTc4OTQ1MjAyODkwMA%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Landry<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee  - Maid<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 11:00 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In Front of Mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini & Sundress (http://cfc.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/.sig/EulhN8KO83WTXMlJzDMg/cid/212082822/id/HKJHIrqy5hGpHgUdXi33Qg/size/c600x471.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James Richards, Open<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She let out a playful squeal and wheeled on James, giggling as she batted lightly at him and reached back to rub her backside, feigning injury with a grin.  "Ouch!  Careful, Mr. Richards, you never know what those evil HR guys might be watching for on this trip.  Oh...wait, that's Janet from HR right there....sucking face with one of the stewards.  Nevermind, I guess you don't have to worry much, do you?"  She grinned at him and winked, then turned back to peer at the beach, stretching her arms up over her head with a feline purr of contentment.<br/><br/>"I've never asked for permission, Mr. Richards, at least not when it didn't benefit me more to do so.  Sometimes it<em>isn't</em>easier to beg forgiveness."  She flashed a wicked little grin, then shrugged a bit, dropping her arms and taking a deep breath.  "I'm just trying to decide what I want to do first.  The ocean looks incredibly inviting...not to mention all that warm, soft sand...but there's also drinks to be had, rooms to explore and lots of gorgeous people to get to know.  I'm just feeling a bit like a kid in a candy store."