<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>'Thank you.'</em> The girl mouthed with no audio, as the guest dispensed his member pass. Slow and graceful was Lacy's hand, as it reached for the VIP Card. She sent the Latin man a crooked smile. As <em>he</em> sent a hundred down to the table for her to react to, she nodded. "We'll have lots of time to play." She walked backwards, scrutinizing the scene before her. It only took three long strides to get back to the opened door. Protocol was to shut the door, and swipe the card. It would then lock and trigger the backup surveillance. Lacy hesitated. Letting her nosiness get the better of her. She twirled the card in her hands. His name was embossed on the bottom corner of the piece of plastic. "Francisco Guerrero..." She paused. When she shut the door, Lacy jammed his VIP card between the door and the strike plate. Lodging it shut, but not locked. This way, the cameras would not switch on, but <em>would</em> tell onlookers that the room was occupied. She continued speaking. "I just relieved you from a shit load of problems."<br/><br/>She sauntered to the table at a quicker pace. Openly feeling like she did enough to deserve the drug shamelessly now. Sitting her tush on the cold ass coffee table. Lacy wasted no time. She grabbed a stir stick and the hundred dollar bill. Using the plastic to help create a tight cylinder shaped straw like device. She slid the stir stick out and tossed it aside. Sliding the mirror towards her, the girl lined the delicate white powder up with the razor blade. Her line was too long for the mirror to hold, that it trickled onto the tabletop about an inch or so. She secured the bill to rest against the edge of her right nostril. Covering her left nostril with her middle finger, Lacy hinged forward. In a swift sweep the white powder was vacuumed off the surface. <br/><br/>She hunched over herself for a moment. Bracing herself for the initial impact of the stuff to collide with her senses. The head rush felt good and bad. A coldness swept into her head, but it made her feel like she could do anything now. The other times were instantaneous. This time took a little longer. When Lacy finally straightened, she was already pouring them all full glasses of Greygoose. She then set the rolled up bill down on the table. Disregarding it at all as enticement. But just an instrument to assist in the sniffing department. </span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/One_Way/Home/normal_black010.jpg)</div>