<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/94872/jessica-alba-hot-actress.jpg)</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Carmen Guerrera</span></span></em><br/><hr/><br/>Carmen padded softly into the living room (http://img.diytrade.com/cdimg/655421/5041867/0/1199801539/Corner_Leather_Sofa_Sets.jpg) with a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and her eyes on the envelope in the other. Barefoot and dressed in a silk robe, she sat down and pulled one leg under herself, dug the toes of the other into the carpet and leaned back. The way she moved was almost in slow-motion, flowing and somehow seamless. She sipped the coffee carefully, closed her eyes for a moment to fully enjoy the sensation of having the hot, black liquid pour down her throat and warm up her body. She rested her hand on her thigh, clutching the cup, and pulled an invitation out of the envelope. The paper was heavy, the print obviously expensive and the over all feel of holding something important crossed her mind. It made her feel the way she wanted those to feel who were invited to her special events. Elite of the city's society.<br/><br/>Reading the invite and what it entailed, she smiled and made a soft hum in approval. This would be a good way to take her mind of work, and she really wanted a distraction at the moment. Something to remind her she wasn't<em>just</em>a business woman.<br/><br/>Slowly but surely as the morning progressed her pace did as well. This was usual for her, the slow rhythm of morning gradually building up to the fast paced beat of the evening and night. Being a club owner, this was how  she functioned. She knew it was different from what many of her colleagues did, some working on a rush and then crashing to wake up to a new rush, but this worked perfectly for her. Of course, she didn't have any family to tend to.<br/><br/>At the night of the event, she was exited and curious. The whole idea of being limited to four items of clothing made her question the motives of the host, but at the same time she found it humorous and unique. Carmen was no prude, she wouldn't survive in the club business if she was, and had hosted various versions of play-nights. Of course they were never called anything even remotely suggestive, but those invited knew the nature of the events. It was part of what made her clubs such a popular place for those who try to keep their personal matters out of the limelight.<br/><br/>She got dressed, did her hair, her make up. The dress felt like a breath of air on her skin and even more so since she didn't wear anything but lace boyshorts under it. The back of the gray dress was open, plunged down her sides from being tied around her neck and only came together over the back of her hips, revealing her whole back and exposing her shoulders as well as every curve of her body.<br/><br/>That, along with the boots and the earrings, made her feel as sensual and confident as she wanted for this occasion. She draped a fur cover (http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/8718494/2/istockphoto_8718494-young-woman-in-white-fur-coat.jpg) over her shoulders to wear on the way and left the house. Her driver waited out front, holding the back passenger door open for her and offering a hand to ease her way into the black limousine.<br/><br/>Once seated, she checked her purse to be absolutely sure she had everything she needed. The invitation, an unsigned check for the stunning amount of quarter of a million dollars, her Blackberry, a pen and a single business card from her personal stock. She was a skilled poker player, not the best perhaps but her ambition and motivation made up for whatever lack of skill.<br/><br/>The only way Carmen Guerrera entered an event like this was with every intention of winning.