<br/><em>Debbie  Miss Violet  Arriving at Fucking Gulch </em><br/><br/>She arrived late, the wheels of her old model Sentra scattering dirt as Debbie slammed on the brakes.  Killing the engine and switching off the headlights, the dark haired beauty grabbed both her bag and purse before getting out of the car.  It was dark outside yet her features were bathed in the pink glow of a neon sign that read ‘Fucking Gulch.’  Framing the sign was the old weathered structure that served as the town brothel.  Debbie threw both bag and purse over one shoulder and quickly strode her way to the porch where Bert let her in with a smile and a friendly, “Evening, Miss Violet.”  Giving him a wink and a nod, she strode past and made her way straight to the employee lounge.<br/><br/>Abandoned for the moment, Debbie stashed her purse away before tossing the bag onto the table.  She undressed quickly; gone were the sneakers, socks, jeggings, and halter top.  Peeling out of her bra and panties, Debbie opened the bag and removed her costume for the night; a white tulle and satin babydoll and matching low-rise v-string panties.  After putting both on, she retrieved a pair of white stiletto heels and slipped them on.  Feeling pressed for time, she paused in front of the mirror and took the moment to brush and tease her hair before applying glossy lipstick.<br/><br/>Done.  Running her hands down the gossamer fabric of her baby doll, Debbie took a second to assume her persona for the night.  She was now Violet, a soiled dove.  Putting her old clothes away, Violet left the lounge and slowly made her way downstairs where the bar was located.  It smelled of tobacco, booze and both cologne and perfume.  Men and scantily clad women milled about, some in conversation, others alone and waiting.<br/><br/>Hers was a sinuous walk.  The heels made a slow click as she made her way to the bar with the grace of a tigress.  Men turned to look at her as she nodded to the bartender.  “A Long Island Iced Tea, please,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.  She held a pose that accentuated her legs and the firm globes of her ass.  She turned her head, meeting the gaze of several men with a suggestive lingering look.  It was time to make some money.<br/><br/>(here is a pic of what Violet is wearing)<br/><br/>(http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V283127.jpg)