The town car pulled up to the front and a driver got out, opening the back passenger door. A pair of long toned legs slid from the car. The sounds of her four inch patent leather stilettos announced her exit from the dark tinted vehicle. As the driver helped her out his gaze traveled up her bare legs to the short hem of her turquoise cocktail dress. It fell tastefully just above her knee and fit well to her curved form. The sleeveless garb scooped low to show an abundance of cleavage and fit well to her backside showing off all her curves.<br/><br/>She chose this dress for the sheer fact it showed everything she had in the best light, without making her look like a common whore. Gracie was an escort, a companion, some might call her a call girl, but she was no common street trash. She didn’t dress like them and she didn’t act like them. She had class, well when situations called for it she did. She moved one black lace covered hand up to adjust her dark hair and smiled to the driver. She wore her hair in an under curled style akin to a 1940’s glam girl.  Some men compared her to a modern day Betty Paige, though she didn’t see it.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you.”</strong><br/><br/>She spoke quietly to the driver before she continued toward the door with her matching black leather clutch in hand. She always got a car and driver for these events. She couldn’t always afford it but when it mattered she made sure she had one. Tonight, however she didn’t intend on keeping this driver. He would go on his way back to wherever the company sends them, probably to pick up some politicians mistress. Another profession Gracie considered but found too distasteful. Funny that. A mistress distasteful, she almost laughed at her own thoughts of that formerly thought of profession.<br/><br/>She checked her dark red lipstick in her compact and powdered her nose before giving herself a couple light spritz of perfume and closed it all up in her bag. A deep red nail lifted up to press in on the doorbell as she smoothed over her dress and put on her most charming smile for whomever would answer. Invites to these functions were few and far between for girls like her, girls who didn’t have a set place of work. She was glad for contacts and references.<br/>