Wolf Vixen
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Heather was making sure she had everything in place. She has a party to attend, but not on a social level, this was her job, at least a side job. During the day she worked as a secretary at a dull little insurance office, but at night she was a dancer/escort. It helped to boost her income and thus far she wasn’t made to do anything she didn’t want to do. Lately, she had been taking a few risks, but those risks were paying off because she was able to put a down payment on a house and buy her maid of honor dress for her sister’s wedding. Things were looking good.
She tucked in her shirt, making sure the fake badge was adjusted just right before she pulled her long black hair back; wrapping it around before hiding it up under the hat she slipped on her head. Yes, corny as it sounds, this group asked for a police officer. Seemed another idiot was tying the knot and Heather was given the assignment of making the soon to be groom’s last night of freedom fun filled in every way she could….exact words from her boss, which meant do whatever he asked since the money is there for it all. Heather remembered a time when she wouldn’t have taken gigs like this, but not anymore. She might as well get some fun out of it too right?
Turning she slipped the baton into her belt and headed for the door. Just looking at her you would have thought she was really an officer, but under the outfit was her typical lingerie and even her heels were hidden well. She did love this outfit. Getting into her car she headed off to the location she was given. She didn’t have an escort like some places required. Her boss was smart, he got signed contracts, ids and pictures were always taken as a precaution. So she was safe, not to mention she had her own self-defense classes that she had taken.
She thought on her sister and what she was going to buy her and her new husband as a wedding present. Heather figured what she was getting from this job alone would get them something really nice, but she just had to figure out what it was going to be. Heather laughed softly thinking about how her sister was so head over heels for this guy. She couldn’t understand it, but then again she was happy being single and seeing whomever she wanted. She loved the no strings aspect of her life.
Pulling up to the place, Heather slipped from the car and again checked that everything was in the right place. She adjusted her nametag which read “Officer Angel”; Angel being her stage name, and headed up to the door. At 5’5 in no heels, she stood at least 6’ in them. Her curvy figure was well hidden under her clothes as she took a deep relaxing breath, hearing the music pound behind the door along with raised voices of guys having a good time. She fisted her hand and pounded on the door, putting her ‘we have a problem’ face on before the door opened.