<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>Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nate, (Baylee)  (Katie), Open<br/><br/>Subtleness had never been Chrissa’s forte, but perhaps she could have tried using it when answering Nate’s questions.  Or, maybe she should have left things vague, telling him she was in modeling and films, and just omitted the fact that she was also nude and fucking on camera for money.  It wouldn’t have been a total lie, after all.  But Chrissa didn’t want to be deceptive, especially where Nate was concerned.<br/><br/>If there was anyone in that ballroom she could be completely open and honest with, it was Baylee and Nate Phelps.  Besides, there was a huge chance someone there at the reunion already knew her line of work, that she and Lacie Blue were one and the same.  Katie Reynolds, being one.  She glanced down at the other end of the bar and found Kat still standing there, but she was now chatting with another gentleman Chrissa didn’t recognize.<em>Geez, had she forgotten all of her classmates? </em>She didn’t know if Kat was aware of her, but she figured there would be plenty of time to say hello, to find out what gave with her attending a ten year class reunion in Jersey.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she didn’t have to agonize long over whether or not she had made the right call with Nate.  True to form, he calmly turned and raised his glass, echoing her toast.  It may have taken him a second or two to let her words sink in and register, but he didn't over-react or come unhinged when she admitted she was working in porn.  He seemed genuine with his initial response, telling her he was happy for her.  Immediately, Chrissa felt her tension ease somewhat.<br/><br/>As Nate leaned in towards her, she tentatively leaned in closer to him.  She thought she saw a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes as he questioned her further about her work.  She blushed just a tad, her grin quickly turning into a giggle.<br/><br/>“Well, perhaps I’ll give you an exclusive interview say, tomorrow over lunch?”  She smiled and felt herself relaxing a bit more.  She moved closer to Nate, wanting their conversation to remain just between the two.<br/><br/>“I’m not ashamed of what I do, Nate.  It’s a legitimate job.” She grinned and winked.  “Albeit a<em>dirty job</em>, but someone’s got to do it, right?” She took a sip of her Tequila Sunrise and continued to hold it in her hand. “But seriously, to me it’s nothing more than consensual sex being put on film.  And the money I make isn’t something to sneeze at.  It’s a pretty sweet gig, actually.”<br/><br/>It didn’t appear anyone was paying much attention to the two as Chrissa explained her take on being a porn star.  Well, except for the barkeep, who kept wiping down the area directly in front of her and Nate.  He was trying to act all non-chalant about it, but Chrissa knew he was eavesdropping.  She thought for a brief moment, she should pull her panties off and auto-graph them for him.  That would either keep him at bay, or…she and Nate would have free drinks thrown at them the remainder of the night.  But she decided it best to behave herself and not embarrass the poor man.  She looked around at the people still gathered near the bar, then back at Nate.<br/><br/>“I think there may be one or two here who know about<em> Lacie Blue</em>.  Well, three now, counting you.”  One of the bartender’s bushy eyebrows shot up to the middle of his forehead when he heard her mention her stage name.<br/><br/>“So enough about me, Mr. Phelps.” Setting her drink back down on the bar, she leaned up on one elbow and inquired of him.  “Tell me something about you.  How has the world treated you since leaving Westwood?"<br/>