The evening before she was paged, Cory had two engagements on her, "Day Job."  It was bloody hard work, juggling a doubly life like this, most people at the corperation didn't do it, but she was young and strong and would probably go mad if she didn't have this slice of what she called real life.<br/><br/>If being a high payed erotic dancer for private parties could be called real life.<br/><br/>The first had been an 'early' job, 8PM, a bundle of high payed executives, good customers, needing to let off steam after a hard week with an office party.  Upbeat pop, alchol, booty shaking, lap dancing, and occaisionaly teasing kisses with her fellow dancers worked mircacles for these more or less honest men who payed handsomely for the escape.<br/><br/>Then, after a dinner and a visit to their favorite massues, she and her best friend Fey, a tourmaline haired human girl who'se beauty was only surpassed by her intelegence and barbed wit, worked a bachlor party from 11 to 2.  She loved these bachanael rites, especialy when she got to perform them with Fey, nothing worked up the party like they two working each other up on the dance floor!<br/><br/>Bachelor Parties, crazy ritual, last night of natural behavior before entering into an unatural social contract.  She used to think of them as an opertunity to subtly sew the seeds of destruction into the western marriage, but though she managed to be properly subtle, and could stand being chased down the street by three furious ex-fiances with sharp objects who found the groom in her bed rather than at the wedding, she couldn't do it anymore after a girl broke down and sobbed in heartbreak when she saved them both.  No, marriage was a mistake some people just had to make, and if anyone ever managed to get her to do more than enjoy the ritual teasing and pleasing, if anyone ever got her to stop personating the power of the exotic dancer and talk to him as Cory, all she would say on the matter was, "If you have kids, don't fool yourself into thinking they only love you because you're together."<br/><br/>After that party, she and fey were too worked up to go their seperate ways.  The got rides to her home from their bodyguards, gave them half the<i>very generous</i>tips, and then snuggled into the hottub together, and from there kept each other awake in bed for a blissful hour before passing out in each others arms.<br/><br/>A few hours before the meeting, Fey ran home to take the lasanga out of the autobake and drive it to her writer boyfriend.  If she was coming to this meeting, she'd probably show up with a goofy, beaming smile and the subtle scent of that crazy writer's pleasure on her lips.  What did she see in that chubby, shy boy and his word processor anyway?<br/><br/>Cory took a long shower, enjoying the rose scented aloe shampoe in her long white hair and the suds of tea tree oil soap sheatind down her ebon curves and across the spirals of ivory flesh.  The 2 hour chime disrupted her revery and, with a sigh, she cut off the water, stood their in the cool air as water sheeted down her body, then ran in trickles, drpping from the tips of stiff deep purple nipples.<br/><br/>She dried off slowly, enjoying the caress of her most expensive towels before donning her favorite red halter and loincloth and boots.  She took her motorcyle to work in case there were issues, though her primary combat kit was stil at the office, and she had a handgun in the saddlebags.<br/><br/>She arived early, striped out of helmet and black leather jacket to check through the layers of security, grab some breakfast, and arive well fed at the meeting a few minutes early.<br/><br/><br/>(http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o275/Paladin2436/C-techClothes.jpg)<br/><br/>She gave Victoria a worried look.  She'd given her friend a hard time while getting her into the EMS about investigating without her, feigning fierce angr to hide her tears.<br/><br/>Then she nodded to the nazadi girl in nurses gear and greeted her in their natve languege, "I don't believe we've been introduced, big sister?  My handle is Sable."