<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">When Malika walked in Lacy's drool needed to be wiped from the corner of her mouth. The woman was so confident with her body that it was emulating so much hotness. Gabrielle was blessed as well. The girl acted like she had done this a million times. Yet it was her first night too. Lacy almost looked to the heavens and asked the lord, <em>'What the fuck?'</em>. But calling on god in a place like this was literal blasphemy. Plus her mother would probably detect it and have a stroke. Damn holy roller. <br/><br/>Lacy had nothing to be shy about either. Her body was proportioned, and very tight. Her breasts were a perky, young 34 C. A tiny 24 inch waist curved into 34 inch hips. Her butt was like a Brazilian supermodels. She ran a lot. Tonight she wore a black tank and matching underwear with printed cherries on them. Her stockings were secured with garters. Her make up was 30's Hollywood starlet like, as was her hair do. She almost looked like a Shirley Temple look alike. Down to the dimples. And as she listened to Sayid lay the club's ground rules, she found that being naked was the least of her worries. <br/><br/>"Whatever you earn on the floor, that's yours. But I strongly advise that you put it away in your lockers in here as often as you can. There's no sense in running around with green-lined underwear all night, especially when Vinny and the boys are going to chop half of whatever you come out of the booths with right out of your garters." <br/><br/>"I can run a marathon in heals." Lacy said quietly to Conner. It was true. The girl was in heals, playing "Princess" since she was three. It wasn't a problem. And as the absinthe began saturating her innards, the girl was feeling more inhibited. Enough to live with herself the next day, because she most likely wouldn't remember this the next day. Of course, she would have to consume a shit load of liquor before that happened. Her tolerance was unusually high for her body frame. She <em>was</em> part German...quarter Irish. So tonight, it seemed that sobriety was a curse rather than a blessing.<br/><br/>After one long, hard blink, Lacy dropped her robe. While in passing, she addressed her bosses.  "Don't freak out on me. But I'm leaving this on." Pointing to her covered chest. The cherry tank's fabric shimmered in the club's light. "<em>This</em>...is all part of the tease." She gave them a sarcastic thumbs up. About to leave, she had another thought to shoot at them. "I decided on <em>Cherry</em>...I think it sounds better than <em>Fresh Meat</em>." She perused out on to the floor. Her body lilting to the music. Finding the booth belonging to the AIG guy. There were already so many people in the club. It was hard not to get distracted, or intimidated.</span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>