<em>Alexandra, slave toy, arriving</em><br/><br/>Alexandra pulled into the Estate driveway quietly, looking almost non-descript as she clambered out of her Civic in jeans and a tanktop, her hair clipped back and little makeup on. She dressed up enough for work, for parties, for the clubs and of course for her time here.  In between it was nice to have something a little more low-maintenance.  Seeing some strange cars here, Alex realized she was probably a bit later than her employers would like.  For that matter they probably didn't want her calling them her 'employers'.  As they reminded her most emphatically when the time was appropriate, while she was here they owned her.  But Alex was not one to give them anything easily.  While some reveled in the role of slave, Alexandra resisted it.  They would use her, they would abuse her, but she would always keep insisting on having things on her own terms.<br/><br/>Regardless, she was here, and they'd have to be happy with that.  Alexandra slipped in one of the side entrances and slipped the back way to the private rooms.  She knew they wouldn't want any of the guests seeing here before she was ready.  Alex had been to a number of these gatherings, as well as more private affairs at the house, ever since the day they had first found her at the strip club.  She might not be as attentive to detail as they would like, but she had some idea what to do.  Padding quietly down the back corridor Lex peeked into several rooms looking for her mistress.  Who knew what the woman had in mind for tonight.  Chances were, though, no matter how excruciating, Alexandra would enjoy it.