Katie had woken up early in the day, done a lengthy workout and spent a great deal of time working on her hair and nothing else. She hated makeup, she thought it was good for a special occasion to give you that extra<em>oomph</em>but beyond that, especially during a shoot or scene, it was simply attrocious to become so unnatural. She'd seen women with eyelashes bigger than their breasts, zero joke, and that wasnt' exactly something she wanted to fuck vigorously. Either way, Katie climbed into her car ready and willing to kill the male senses. She was dressed in a strapless blue crop top and a white miniskirt.<br/><br/>In any other place in earth, she'd be called a prostitute before the cops could even get a good look at her, but in this town everyone knew she was going to get a dick up her ass within the next few hours. Of course that wasn't true, unless Victor needed or wanted it, and considering Katie hadn't fucked her boss in a while it might be time. But today, it would likely be Jane's turn to accept his girth. She was both jealous and anxious, as Katie climbed into her car and started up the engines, fishing her cellphone out of the small black purse at her side.<br/><br/>Katie dialed Jane's number and waited as she backed the curb of her home and checked the streets. "<strong>Hey Jane, its Katie, I was just on my way in to work and I was wondering if you wanted a ride in with me, for your interview.</strong>"