(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/8143crop.jpg)<br/><br/>It had been so very easy to live this life. So very easy to go from shaking her ass for a few hundred bucks a night to doing a different sort of shaking for a whole lot more. She was thankful for Sam, that he’d found her. And in truth, she liked him better than most of the Hollywood types. At least with Sam, nobody had to wonder where they stood or who they were. As he was really quick to tell you all about what he thought. More often than not, he was right on the money with it.<br/><br/>Nicole had been at this a few years now, even managed to pay her own lease payment on the spacious LA apartment Sam had originally set her up in. She currently walked through that apartment, in nothing more than a pair of blue lace panties and matching bra. Her red hair was already done, professionally, and her makeup already applied. This was how she operated, who she was. What she wore now was what had to look the best.<br/><br/>And she spent a lot of time making sure of that. A gym membership with a personal trainer kept her lean, toned body in lean and tone. Every week she went to the spa for skin treatments, manicures, and pedicures. Several times a week she had her long red hair styled by a professional. For Nicole, spending time and money on her body, was investing in her career. It was that body that kept one of the four blackberries on her night stand going off on a consistent basis.<br/><br/>The ding of the alarm caught her attention, announcing the arrival of someone, just as she opened her lap top to check her appointments for the evening. Only one person had a key, only one person currently knew where the apartment was. Nicole was glad to hear him come in, especially since she had been thinking on adding Caroline into her business ... to take some of the load off.<br/><br/>“I’m in here, Sam.”<br/><br/>She moved from the desk. Her long, tanned body crossing the room in only a few steps. Blackberry in hand, she was always working. She replied to a text from a client, as she stepped into her walk in closet to decide on her outfit for the evening.