Rpkitten
Really Really Experienced
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Jessica Ryan felt more than a little out of place. The bald ties of a car older than her nineteen years kicked up stray autumn leaves as it rumbled through this affluent countryside neighborhood. She smiled politely and offered a tiny wave of her hand as she sputtered past an older couple out riding bikes more expensive than her rent and tried her best to ignore the there goes the neighborhood expressions plastered to their faces.
This was definitely not Jess' part of town, but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. And in her case that meant finding work... rather unconventional work.
On the opposite end of the Richie Rich neighborhood was a long gated off drive with an estate set so far off the road she could barely see it. The Elite of the Elite, it seemed. She pulled her clunker up to the tall iron gate and checked the address she had scribbled down to confirm this was the place.
Feeling the watchful eye of security cameras on her, and wanting to make a good first impression, Jess tilted the rear-view mirror to check herself one last time -- combed her fingers through a mane of crimson hair so that it fell over her shoulders and framed a face with emerald eyes and porcelain skin so pale her Irish ancestry could never be questioned.
"Hello?" she reached through the car's window and thumbed an intercom. "Umm... Jessica Ryan here. I, uh, have an appointment..."
This was definitely not Jess' part of town, but a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. And in her case that meant finding work... rather unconventional work.
On the opposite end of the Richie Rich neighborhood was a long gated off drive with an estate set so far off the road she could barely see it. The Elite of the Elite, it seemed. She pulled her clunker up to the tall iron gate and checked the address she had scribbled down to confirm this was the place.
Feeling the watchful eye of security cameras on her, and wanting to make a good first impression, Jess tilted the rear-view mirror to check herself one last time -- combed her fingers through a mane of crimson hair so that it fell over her shoulders and framed a face with emerald eyes and porcelain skin so pale her Irish ancestry could never be questioned.
"Hello?" she reached through the car's window and thumbed an intercom. "Umm... Jessica Ryan here. I, uh, have an appointment..."
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