<div class="floatright">(http://skats.us/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/hair-style-ruby-rose-long-with-hairruby-remarkable-image-inspirations.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Osmond (http://URL TO CS)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather jacket, loose white t-shirt, tight leather pants and five inch spike heels. (http://www.cosas.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/23.jpg) (wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the ballroom heading for the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chrissa,Nate, OPEN!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fuck she was late. Natalie knew that she would have made it if it hadn't been for that cop that wanted to double check her licence. The drive from NY shouldn't have been that bad and on her bike she was sure she'd make it in good time. But fuck if that cop should become suspicious like hell. Had that guy never seen a girl with a little ink before? Fuck him, she had arrived, however late and checked in. She brought her single bag to the room and changed her shoes. She looked in the mirror and decided to add some lipstick and mascara. But she hadn't really brought anything else to wear than what she had left home in. So she had nothing else to do to get herself ready before heading towards the ballroom.<br/><br/>She took the elevator to the ground floor and she felt her heart beating as she approached the table with the name tags and the class photo. She already knew she didn't want to look at that photo. There was nothing to see there, she knew how boring she looked back the and had no desire to get the reminder. She took her name tag and placed it on her right breast. With the red demi bra she wore under the white t-shirt, the top line of the tag was aligned with the top of the bra. She snickered, anyone wanting to know her name would have to look at her tits. Something no one here had ever considered.<br/><br/>Natalie took a deep breath and headed towards the double doors to the ballroom. As she reached the doors she put out both arms and pushed on both doors without slowing her pace. The heat and music of the room met her face as she continued inside. She wondered how many would ever recognize her without the tag. Almost everything about her had been changed since high school. And though school had been a hell, there was still plenty she wanted to see again. People that had been nice to her despite circumstances, and maybe she'd get to kiss those guys that she never got to kiss i high school. But most importantly she wanted to have a fucking good time and get drunk.<br/><br/>Well getting drunk starts in one place. The open bar that had been advertised. The price for this event had almost dissuaded Natalie from coming, but the free bar was the deciding factor (or perhaps it was her manager telling her it would be good for her, in fact so good that she'd pay for it). So of course she made way towards the bar. As she walked she noticed a few heads turning. "Who's that now?" "Natalie... no fucking way." was some of the words she heard on her way.<br/><br/>Halfway to the bar she was stopped, by a man, "Hi Gretchen. It's me Simon. I saw your former boyfriend George over there." He smiled at her and pointed over his shoulder and then continued, "Good to see you Gretchen." And then he left her.<br/><br/>Puzzled Natalie's pace slowed a little.<em>Who the fuck was that?</em>She wondered as she reached the bar. She gave the bartender a look. It seemed like he was having a hard time taking his eyes off a hot blonde in a dress that ought to be illegal. She seemed familiar... and then it hit. Fuck that was Lacie Blue the porn star. She looked amazing. And it was then that Natalie noticed the name tag. They'd gone to school together, Chrissa.... Lacie Blue was Chrissa from her high school? That was so unreal. She'd never known a porn star before - she would really have go get her to sign something cool like her bra or her panties she thought and grinned. The guy that she spoke to was not someone she recognized. But really she had not expected to recognize many coming here. She had spend most of her high school looking down.<br/><br/>Natalie lifted her hand to get the bartender's attention. When it didn't work she said, "If you are done devouring her tits with your eyes then get me a whiskey." The man looked at her with cheeks that blushed and was about to turn to get her something, "And make it triple!" She added.