<strong>Lyla Cross</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Lyla.jpg)</div>Lyla was excited, just as she had been each time before. There was something exciting about getting dolled up; applying the makeup and silk before going to work. And it was work, it was her career. Just so happens that Lyla Cross’ career is sex. She was making a good living out of it too. In just a few weeks working for Nicole Delane and she had enough money to rent a nice little apartment near Beverly Hill, which was a lot better than what she’d had before.<br/><br/>The little apartment was sparsely furnished, but after tonight with Mr. Pierce she’d be able to splurge on furniture. She didn’t know much about Bryce Pierce, as Nicole hadn’t told her much. Lyla wasn’t the type to do research on her own, she preferred being surprised. She knew, from Nicole, that he was attractive and that he enjoyed feminine women. That meant putting on all the things Lyla loved. Right down to the white silk thong and bra, the matching garter, and the silk stockings. Over that she wore a short, figure hugging, black dress. Her full breasts left curves of creamy cleavage just over the low cut front, and her legs looks amazing in the black spiked heels.<br/><br/>She pulled her dark hair up off her neck and made sure that her eye make up was smokey. Smokey eyes to Lyla exuded sex and that was exactly what she wanted to look like. She’d spent time and both her legs and between were freshly waxed; though a thin strip of dark hair remained over her pussy, proof that the red was very much real. She smelled of lavender and sin a she applied the pale pink lipstick. Sin was just what she was looking for.<br/><br/>She took a car that Nicole had arranged to the hotel and received several appraising glances as she walked straight to the elevator. Nicole had given her the room number and Lyla had been to the Hotel Bel Air before. Like many of the others of its kind, there was more money spent in décor in the lobby than Lyla had made all of the previous year.<br/><br/>The excitement of being there, of making money, of sex and sin, had tightened the belly of the curvy redhead as she walked to the door. Nicole had said she would suite him perfectly and that Mr. Pierce would be a very enjoyable experience for her. Lyla really hoped so. With a deep, nervous breath, she knocked politely on the door and smiled.