<em>Desdemona Pratz - 11.25 PM - arriving at the Gulch</em><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Ferrari-599.jpg)</div>Desdemona turned up the old gravel driveway that led from the street towards the shack in the middle of the field. From up here it didn’t look like much. Not that the old home looked any better from up close. Apart from the neon sign he had put up years before Joshua Harris hadn’t spent a dime on the Gulch’s exterior. All the money had gone into renovating the interior.<br/><br/>Her car – a two month old Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano she had gotten for her birthday – wasn’t very fond of the uneven and narrow little ‘road’ that led from the main road to the battered field of earth that was supposed to be the Gulch’s parking lot. This was truly what Desdemona loathed most about the place and she couldn’t understand why the old man wouldn’t spend a few thousand dollars on improving that aspect of his establishment, but she had no say in matters here…<br/><br/>She found an empty place near the end of the lot and got out and locked her car. Unlike most of the other girls, she didn’t drive into work already dressed for the occasion. She couldn’t risk her mom or dad or someone on her father’s house staff catching her in some skimpy outfit as she drove off to the Gulch. Part of her work attire stayed at the Gulch at all times, and whatever she needed from home, she brought along instead of putting on beforehand.<br/><br/>The dark-haired beauty slipped into the back door and stood in the empty changing area. Based upon the sounds coming from below and up front, quite a few clients had arrived already. Desdemona stepped out of the tight pair of bleached denim pants and unbuttoned the crème-colored simple blouse she had on. She also stripped off her boyshorts and the plain wireless bra she was wearing underneath and replaced them with a ruby pair of thong panties and a berry gloss push-up bra. She finished her work attire with a pair of ruby four inch stilettos. Old Man Harris was wise enough to keep the place hot enough throughout winter and summer to make sure his girls never were cold, no matter how few clothes they wore.<br/><br/>Desdemona briefly checked her reflection in the mirror, arching her back and pulling in her belly and she liked what she saw. She put her regular clothes in the locker that had been assigned to her, and then was off downstairs. Her first stop in the lounge was always to say hello to Doc, and her ritual included having a whiskey-cola to start the night. She moved to the attractive bartender and bent over the counter to press two kisses onto his cheeks. “Good evening<em>sexy</em>… looks like we have a good crowd already… The usual, please.”<br/>