<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen</strong><br/>            (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br/>The alarm ringing in her ear, Courtney grumbled under her breath and rolled over in the bed, pulling the comforter over her head only to realize that the sound wouldn't go away.  "oh for fuck's sake"  she cried acrimoniously as she reached over and turned the alarm on her iPhone off.  Laying back, staring up at the ceiling she thought through the conversation last night with Dorian regarding the shoot that Mr Driscoll wanted.  No direct plans had been discussed, but Driscoll sounded like he was more than willing to pay good money for the shoot.  Courtney found herself very attracted to Dorian's style.  He reminded her of an underground artist she worked with when she first started getting into the scene.  They had started out doing a simple shoot which turned into a very erotic evening.  Dorian's vision was very much the same as his.  Courtney wondered how excited she'd be after posing for Dorian.<br/><br/>Throwing the covers off of her, Courtney pulled her naked body out of bed.  Stepping over to the dresser she pulled on a pair of tight underarmor shorts and tank top then pulled a loose heat wicking running top over her head.  Tying her hair up in a pony tail and pulling on some short socks and running shoes on, Courtney slid her iPhone into her arm band and put her ear buds in her ear.  A little AC/DC playing in her head, she rode the elevator to the first floor and exited the building, quickly jogging out of sight.  The music was a distraction from the agony complaints of her body, but it didn't keep her mind from wandering.  She thought about the previous days events, the people and the thoughts.  Before she knew it she was rounding a corner in front of the studio.  She came to a stop in front of the doors, her heart pounding, sweat running down every crevice  on her body, her hair a mangled mess hanging all around her head.  Finally getting her heart rate down a little, Courtney walked through the revolving glass door and pushed the button to the third floor.<br/><br/>Back in her room, she pulled the tight sweaty clothes off of her body and hung them from a towel rack in the bathroom.  Turning on the shower, she let the hot water warm up the small tiled room before she stepped into the space age styled half circle shower.  The European style multi shower head covered her body in water.  Her hands slowly ran over the curves of her body, down her chest, over her full breasts, down over her stomach and across both of her hips.  The water cleansed away the sweat and many of her cares as it ran over her skin, caressing her body.  The fluffy white luffa frothed with soap suds as she ran it over her body, scrubbing every inch of her body.  Dorian wanted her in his studio around ten to start the shoot, she was curious what he and Driscoll had discussed after she left the studio.  The last of the soap slid down her legs towards the drain and the shampoo and conditioner had been washed from her hair.  Stepping from the shower covered in a towel which just barely hid the cleavage of her breasts or covered her bare crotch, Courtney ran through her usual morning routine of getting herself together.<br/><br/>Dressed in a ratty pair of sweat pants and a tight Air Force shirt she had taken from an ex boyfriend, Courtney walked into the kitchen, her still wet hair in a pony tail hanging down her back, making her shirt wet.  Finding some fruit and a few pieces of bread and cheese, she sat at the table slowly nibbling away at her breakfast wondering what interesting activities the day would include.