(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/><em>‘So far, so good.’</em>Was all Caroline could think as she left Nicole’s apartment. With it’s central location it was often the easiest way to clean up and change before she made her way to the next appointment. She was shocked to see Nicole had a waiting list. Very few clients she considered VIP and met with weekly. The sexy redhead had been right when she said she needed help. Caroline was happy too help out, as long as the payday continued to be what it was.<br/><br/>Hell, she was already mapping out her grocery list of all the foods she’d not been able to afford. Sure, she’d go out to eat … but no more top ramen for her! If she was gonna eat shrimp flavored pasta, it would be the real thing. And she would get a new apartment first thing Monday, one more call and she’d have first and last months rent. As well as a utility deposit. Caroline had a feeling she’d be spending a lot more time working for Nicole. If Nicole would have her.<br/><br/>Not long after she’d left Nicole’s apartment she was knocking on the door to her next call. A Mr. Jameson, was all the information Caroline had. She didn’t know him, which meant he wasn’t the typical Hollywood type of celebrity. But he had money, and for her that meant they’d work out just fine.<br/><br/>Caroline knocked on the door, wearing nothing but a simple white wrap dress that showed of her legs very nicely, and a pair of strappy white and earth toned heels. Casual elegance was what she was aiming for, though anywhere but Los Angeles and she’d look very out of place.<br/><br/>“Mr. Jameson, my name is Caroline … Nicole sent me over.”