<strong>Samantha Weston, aka Sam  or  Sammy<br/>Location: New arrival, lost and curious, heading towards the lounge<br/>Tagged: anyone<br/></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1079353/936full-vanessa-marcil.jpg)</div>Samantha’s fingers gripped the steering wheel of her dilapidated VW Bug, sure it cost more to keep it running then her pocket book could really afford, but it was purely for sentimental reasons that she didn’t abandon it to some cold junk yard. Reaching a slim hand towards the dash, Samantha caressed it lovingly<strong>“come on baby, you can do it. Just a little further and then you can rest. I promise” </strong>she coaxed using that soft and sultry tone of voice reserved for getting her own way.<br/><br/>Samantha had been alone at her desk, seemingly the last one in the office, a direct result after being delayed by a long winded court clerk with nothing else to do but give her a hard time.  With her legs crossed at the knee, one delicate stiletto dangled from her toe as she searched for the more practical flat, the young and work weary assistant lazily flipped through the pile of letters that had been sitting on her desk most of the week.  Her fingers flipped through the pile, searching for anything that looked important when her fingers paused over a golden envelope, addressed to her and marked as private and personal.  With a single, perfectly groomed eyebrow arched, Sam turned in her seat, dropping the other letters, leaving them to scatter across her desk without worry.  She trailed her slim finger across the elegant scroll pondering what might be found inside.<strong> “Only one way to find out”</strong>Samantha whispered aloud. Plunging the steel of the opener into the rich looking stationary, she pulled out what seemed to be an invitation. Upon further study Samantha was surprised to find that it was indeed an invitation, one like no other she had ever received before.<br/><br/>So here she was. a few weeks later, lost in a part of town that wasn’t familiar to her and completely out of her income bracket, searching for an address hastily scribbled on the back of a brown paper lunch bag that still held the uneaten apple she had brought with her that day. The invitation had been placed safely in her purse, hidden within the pages of a favorite book both to keep out of harm’s way as well as from prying eyes.<strong> “Come on, where are you?” </strong>Samantha growled aloud, squinting as she inched along the road way. A horn blared behind her causing her to jump in her seat as the car swerved around her, its driver shaking his fist in frustration.<strong>“I’m sorry!”</strong>she called out, even though she was fully aware she wouldn’t be heard.  The apology helped to make her feel a bit better considering the situation she had found herself in.  Finally the address on the bag fit that of one house bringing a smile to her lips and a shout of jubilee from the discouraged brunette driver.<br/><br/><strong>“Finally!”</strong>Patting the large and bulky leather purse stored safely at her side, Samantha aimed her car onto the long drive at last. She watched in awe as the impressive mansion came into view, her eyes growing wider the closer she came.<strong>“Holey shit batman!”</strong>she called out in a throaty whisper, blinking several times and swallowing nervously in an attempt to lessen her suddenly dry throat.<strong> “Man, who ya gotta  screw to get a house like that?” </strong>she asked no one as she pulled her car to a stop, parking it just outside the grand steps.<strong>“Whoever it is, sign me up” </strong>she added playfully as she gathered her purse from the passenger side floor. The envelope she had taken pains to keep from harm since receiving it slipped from its confinement to lie innocently on the cars floor.<strong> “Ooops better not forget you"</strong>she chirped happily as she grabbed the invite that had sent her on a wild goose chase in the first place.<br/><br/>The creek of the rusting VW Bug’s door echoed followed closely by the shudder of metal slamming against metal as Samantha made her way towards the imposing front doors. As she grew closer to the door she noted the sign posted indicating a party had begun and that all visitors should come ahead in. Raising her eyebrows for just a moment’s hesitation, she shrugged her shoulders and reached for the front door, letting herself in as the sign suggested.<strong>“Hello?”</strong>she called out, softly at first as she paused by the front door listening for the snarling signs of ravenous dogs. There were faint sounds of something, but it wasn’t from an attack dog.  Following the flow of the house, Samantha moved further into the mansion clutching the invite to her chest like a shield.<strong>“Hello? I was invited to a…..?”</strong>finding a blush appearing on her skin, Samantha released a small, sweet sounding giggle. It had been years since she had blushed last. With any luck she would soon feel a flush of a more intimate nature.<br/>