Bell had been rudely awaken by the bartender to get her butt out of bed and down to her whoring job.  "Where the hell is Emma!"  She screamed at the top of her lungs, sitting up and tossing her pillow at the door.  Emma was usually the one that got up early to take the morning guys.  Hell, Emma didn't have a schedule and it irked Bell she had to cowtow to that prima donna.<br/><br/>Bell slowly got out of bed and cleaned herself up, put on her black dress and fixed her hair.  Bell knew she had the prettiest blonde hair in town and a cute face to go along with it.  As her hands stopped fiddling with her hair, they came down and slid gently down the sides of her waist.  And she had a great figure too.  She and Emma were always in competition to see who could do the best each night.  Now that she was up midday, maybe she could actually beat Emma.  And Emma couldn't complain since Bell was told to come down.<br/><br/>The thought made her morning much brighter as she walked over to her bedroom door, opened it and walked out to the stairs.  She was still trying to make sure her hair was right when she approached the top.  As she took the first step, she glanced about the room surprised at how many men were there.  "Well, I'll be."  She said loud enough for everyone to hear as she moved down to the middle of the stairway and looked at all of them.  "I've never seen so many handsome men here at midday in a very long time.  Now....which one of you gentlemen will be buying me a drink?"  She asked in her best southern belle drawl, as she continued down the stairs to the bottom.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab292/SmallvilleDreamer/Fantasy%20Art/Image1-5.jpg)</div>