<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/Paige23HotAVi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tabitha “Tabby” Allison (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847247#msg13847247)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xap1/t51.2885-15/e15/1170465_244081422421699_980893838_n.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Running for the elevator<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kacie<br/><hr/><br/>She was running behind.  That wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for Tabby.  Even after ten years and a lot of change one thing that hadn’t changed was Tabitha’s fast and loose definition of punctuality.  The mirror stared back at her with pursed lips and furrowed brow.  Was it too much?  Not enough?  Tabitha had errored on the side of too much.  It was quite a change from high school where the only dress she had ever worn was to Senior Prom.  Sure, she had worn the occasional skirt, but jeans, t-shirts, overalls, those had been her jam.  Tie her hair up in a ponytail and shove it through the back of a snapback and she had been good.<br/><br/>Now carefully plucked eyebrows and dark thick lashes looked over a body sculpted by hard work, pain, sweat and endless hours in the gym.  She loved it. Loved pushing herself.  Loved setting goals and blowing past them and she loved the way she looked.  It wasn’t for everyone and people (mostly dudes) were often more than happy to point out their dislike for her strong form.  The black dress fell to her ankles. But a slit ran up the right side of her dress to her mid-thigh that would allow her to move well if she wanted to dance.  Tabitha loved dancing. It hugged her waist and bust tightly and had no sleeves so she could show off her muscular arms and back.  She tugged a little at her hips settling it in place.  Tabitha left her hair down so that it tumbled over her shoulder in waves of sand and corn flower.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Rock, rock, rock, rock n' roll high school<br/>Well I don't care about history<br/>Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school<br/>Cause that's not where I want to be<br/>Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school<br/>I just want to have some kicks<br/>I just want to get some chicks<br/>Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school</em></span></div><br/>The alarm she had set to let her know that she was going to be late blared the Ramones from her phone.<br/><br/>“Fuck it,” she breathed at the face in the mirror.  She snatched up her phone to turn off the alarm and drop it into a black sequined clutch she was going to take and grabbed the black strappy high heels she had yet to put on and hurried out the door.<br/><br/>Tabby paused and was about to put on her heels when she heard the distant ding of the elevator.  “Shit, shit, shit..”  she said and began to make as much of a run for it as she could in the tight fitting black dress.  She rounded the corner of the hall just in time to see someone disappearing into the elevator.<br/><br/>“Can you hold the door please!” she called ahead and in a rush appeared inside.  “Thanks!” She said immediately resting a hand on the elevator wall and balanced on one foot so she could slip on her heal one at a time. “You are a life saver.” Tabby said as she slipped on the second heel.  “I might even be on ti….”  Tabby finally looked up and her eyes traveled up very long legs to sumptuous hips and upward until she eventually found a pair of the most lovely grey eyes regarding her.  “Umm.  Hi. I’m Tabitha,” she said finally standing up straight.  Her fingers reaching up to worry a strand of her long blonde hair.  It was an affectation she had not gotten over when confronted with a beautiful girl, or woman as the case was now.<br/><br/>“I hate to be a bother, but I was in a rush and could you finish zipping me?” she asked turning slightly to reveal that she had only zipped her dress about half the way.  She had tweaked her shoulder a little at her morning work out and it made reaching behind her back uncomfortable.   She had completely forgotten to zip it the rest of the way until she felt a draft from the circulating air in the elevator.  The back of a lacy black bra was just visible poking out of the dress along Tabitha’s sun kissed skin.<br/>