<div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb396/applepielife1/17%20batch/alexandra011.png)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ellie "Pearl" Goddard - Sunday Night, Opening Time - The Fucking Gulch<br/>Her Outfit (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335257.jpg)<br/>Her Shoes (http://media.victoriassecret.com/product/prodpri2/V335623.jpg)</span></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>Ellie hadn't been working at the Gulch for long, but she had begun to develop some regulars. She was one of the girls that men called for when they wanted someone more innocent. She was a bit less experienced than the other girls, and had even lost her virginity to her first client here. Because of that, plus her doll-like face and sweet personality, she was the ideal fantasy for men to corrupt. Of course, how much could one really corrupt a prostitute? That didn't mean that she wasn't seductive. She played each man how she sensed they wanted, so she could be seductive and urging for a young and inexperienced man, and innocent and coy for a more dominant male. And women were not out of the question, either.<br/><br/>She hadn't worked for the past week, as she had to finish a midterm report for her online courses. Luckily a prestigious university was willing to send her course work online in order for her to stay home and work at the farm...and the Gulch. The latter was the reason she could afford school at all, so she worked here as much as she could. The week off meant she'd have to work extra hard from now on to make up for it. She parked her Toyota Camry outside the building and stepped out of the car. She wore a long trench coat with something hidden underneath, and white lacy heels as she walked inside. Immediately she went back to the employee area and put her things away before stripping off the coat, adjusting her white eyelet baby doll nightie and fluffing her red curls They were loose and glossy, and she reapplied some red lip gloss before exiting and smiling at the patrons so far. Tonight she figured she'd start with the basement, so she descended the stairs and sashayed sensually into the room. Looking around, she saw a man sleeping in the corner and frowned. That simply wouldn't do. Mr. Harris would have her head if he thought she left a man in boredom, so she walked over to him and leaned over, giving him a good view of her ample cleavage when he woke. She gently ran a finger down his chest and spoke seductively.<br/><br/>"Sir? Is there any way I can help ease your boredom?"<br/></span>