The club was packed. Sadie couldn't remember being in a place that was so exhilarating. But wasn't that just perfect? She was 21, and having her first nightclub experience! She hoped she'd dressed right. She'd ripped her tightest T-shirt across the boobs to show off both her impressive cleavage, and her taste in music. Maybe the Daisy Dukes were a little much, but the boys didn't seem to mind. Sadie batted her eyes at one, and received her first free drink. She smiled as she lifted her margarita to him, but the sip made her grimace. She hadn't known what else to order, but anything had to taste better than this!
I think I'm a pretty dominant kind of woman. I'm the executive of a huge company—think billions of dollars per year—and I have lots of people who count on me to tell them what to do. That's why I wanted to talk to you about your deliveries here. Every time you bring a package to my office, I somehow lose face with my staff. I can tell. An experienced manager always knows. So what are you doing? Spreading rumors? Opening my letters? Spill.
If you're new to this series, remember to start with the first installment, Puppy Mask!
Lara's green eyes blinked open. For a moment, they focused only on the ceiling above her, white and sterile. Then, she sat up with a gasp.
Delia was never one to miss Halloween, but this year was going to be extra special. DJ Marqd, a.k.a., her old classmate Mark Witman, was spinning at the hottest club in town for the annual Vampire Night. She was going to be his VIP—and maybe more. Standing in line, she twirled in her black tutu, admiring how her fishnets hugged her cute runner's legs. The fake fangs felt weird in her mouth, and she had to work hard not to drool. The guy who'd made them for her said she'd get used to them, a few minutes after putting them in. Delia certainly hoped so! There weren't many things in life less sexy than a drooling vampire.
You have a routine. Every morning, your eyes blink open and you stare at the ceiling for a minute, letting your mind rise out of the depths of your unconscious. Your dreams evaporate like early fog, leaving you with the sense that you've forgotten something important. Soon, even that disappears in the light of the new day. It's time to rise.