<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her hotel room, running late as<em>unusual</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Baylee<br/><br/>Her plane had been delayed at LAX for nearly two hours.  By the time Chrissa picked up a rental at Newark airport and made the drive out to Westwood, her class reunion would probably be well under way.   Being late was one of her biggest pet peeves, but the situation was out of her control and she was determined to not let it put a damper on things.  She would probably miss the initial kickoff of the evening’s festivities, the mix-and-mingle before dinner, but that might actually work in her favor.  She always felt a little more at ease arriving at an event after most of the others were already there as opposed to coming in on the early side and nervously waiting for things to really get going.<br/><br/>The five hour flight from Los Angeles gave Chrissa plenty of time to reminisce about her time at Westwood.  High school held a few good memories, but there were many times she was made fun of, excluded, talked about behind her back.  Mostly, it was her own fault.  She made the decision to go on a sex spree adventure, sleeping with just about anyone and everyone who was willing.  Jealousy and rivalry between teenage girls could be brutal, and sadly, Chrissa found herself on the wrong side of slut-shaming.  What would her classmates think about her now, working in the porn industry?  She was still on a sex adventure per se, only now she was getting paid for it.  Would anyone recognize her as Lacie Blue?  She wasn’t sure.<br/><br/>The one thing she was sure of, however, was her excitement at getting to see Baylee again, her best friend and confidante throughout high school.  Back in the day, Bay was a rough and tough cowgirl who could go toe to toe with anyone who crossed her.  But underneath that tough exterior was a real sweetheart. The two of them had only recently started talking on Facebook, getting reacquainted with one another and making plans to meet up at the reunion.<br/><br/>Arriving at the hotel, the parking lot was almost full, forcing Chrissa to park in Bumfuck, Egypt. She snagged what appeared to be the only parking spot left.<em> “Damn, looks like everyone’s here!”</em>she mused, putting the car in park.   Dragging her luggage behind, she briskly walked back through multiple rows of cars, making her way to the front entrance of the hotel.  She was huffing by the time she reached the check in desk.  They had her reservation waiting, room 720 on the seventh floor.  Seven was a lucky number for Chrissa, and she hoped it to be a sign of a great night ahead.<br/><br/>Being in a bit of a time crunch, she didn’t bother to unpack everything, only the things she had planned on wearing that first evening.  Chrissa changed her clothes, re-freshened her make-up, and fixed her hair, all in record breaking time.  Suddenly, it felt like a swarm of butterflies fluttering through her stomach.  She was feeling a bit more nervous than she had anticipated.  Fumbling through her handbag, she found her cell phone and sent a text to Baylee, thinking she might already be in the ballroom waiting for her.<br/><br/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><strong>Hey girl! I'm here! Rm#720.  Where are you?</strong>