<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">The look on Richard's face was one that Emily had seen before. The expression of disbelief, the wonder and surprise. So, he had just received a blow-job from an exotic dancer who sometimes doubled as an escort of sorts. It wasn't like she told him her job title, but then again, she realized it wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together, either. A moment later, the expression of recognition at the series of events, was wiped clean from his face, ducking down as he bent to pick up his shorts and pull them back on again. <br/><br/>She smirked as he chuckled at the name of the place she worked, nodding to him, in case there was a chance he didn't believe her. Her hand reached up and angled back, fingers swiping along the nape of her neck, to fluff up her hair in a whip of motion, sending long golden tendrils to flutter in the tropical breeze for a moment. When Richard offered to bring someone named Sarah with him, it was Emily's turn to put pieces together. "Your girlfriend probably won't appreciate the atmosphere," she warned, "unless she heads over to the ladies' side of the club, where she can meet some male dancers, escorts, bartenders, and the like." She found it strange that he continued to mention her, even tried to include her in his ventures. Perhaps he'd get off on a threesome, and had high hopes, like so many men did, that he'd land one. Or, maybe he was still in denial about the situation in his relationship; whatever that may be. <br/><br/>After his question, it was Emily's turn to laugh. "'Not romantic or anything?' You realize what Island you're on right?" She shook her long mane, pointing behind her once again at Lure, the restaurant. "That's the restaurant. We don't have any McDonald's here. Sorry." Though the words came out with a slight edge, Emily's sweet face was smiling, making her an anomaly to figure out. Perhaps she was, rather simply, a blond with a sense of humor. Waving at him as she turned, hearing his farewell, Sarah playfully rolled her eyes. "They would've been nice and wet if you would have just fucked me." With that, she walked away, letting her luscious hips swing like a pendulum, as she crossed the beach and walked into Lure, stepping into her lime flip-flips at the door, smiling and waving at the people she recognized, as she made her way to the back. <br/><br/>"Well, well, well, if it ain't the mooch!" The booming voice could be heard echoing off the walls of the kitchen slightly, as his chef's hat came into view, just a moment before an arm snaked around Emily's waist. She grinned ear to ear, lightly smacking his chest as she glanced around for her meal. The Chef scoffed jokingly. "What, you can't even pretend that you're happy to see <em>me?</em> All you care about is the food?" He pouted as his hand slipped from her waist, making Emily chuckle, as she leaned in and kissed his cheek, her breasts brushing against his chest lightly in the process. "Sorry, Chef. It's so good to see you!" She exaggerated, laughing with him as her order came up and she grabbed the plate, along with a glass of lemonade, then headed to the break room to enjoy it. <br/></div>