DangerousBeauty
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2005
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OOC: Closed as soon as I get someone to play with.
Name: Katie
Age: Mid-twenties
Body type: 5'6'', 180 lbs, runners legs and behind, DD breasts.
Hair: Shoulder-length brown, wavy
Eyes: Brown
IC: Katie entered the elevator, holding her briefcase and a cup of coffee. Hitting the 30th floor button, she realized just how late she was given that no one else was on the elevator. Cursing herself, she took a drink of her coffee and lifted her briefcase to make sure she had her proposal for her meeting which was going to start in half-an-hour.
"Hold the elevator," she heard someone yell. The hand with her coffee reached out and hit the door-open button, making sure the person attached to the sexy masculine voice was able to enter. She always tried to make sure that she let people on the elevator in the hopes that one day someone would do the same for her.
Dropping her briefcase on the floor, she smoothed out her black knee-length skirt and jacket, checking to make sure all the buttons on her white-button down were in the right holes. She really hated being late to work and more than once, she'd shown up with her shirt misbuttoned and her skirt tucked into her pantyhose.
"Thanks," the man said as he entered the elevator.
"Not a problem," she murmured and took a breath of his cologne as he reached over to hit the 35th floor button.
Name: Katie
Age: Mid-twenties
Body type: 5'6'', 180 lbs, runners legs and behind, DD breasts.
Hair: Shoulder-length brown, wavy
Eyes: Brown
IC: Katie entered the elevator, holding her briefcase and a cup of coffee. Hitting the 30th floor button, she realized just how late she was given that no one else was on the elevator. Cursing herself, she took a drink of her coffee and lifted her briefcase to make sure she had her proposal for her meeting which was going to start in half-an-hour.
"Hold the elevator," she heard someone yell. The hand with her coffee reached out and hit the door-open button, making sure the person attached to the sexy masculine voice was able to enter. She always tried to make sure that she let people on the elevator in the hopes that one day someone would do the same for her.
Dropping her briefcase on the floor, she smoothed out her black knee-length skirt and jacket, checking to make sure all the buttons on her white-button down were in the right holes. She really hated being late to work and more than once, she'd shown up with her shirt misbuttoned and her skirt tucked into her pantyhose.
"Thanks," the man said as he entered the elevator.
"Not a problem," she murmured and took a breath of his cologne as he reached over to hit the 35th floor button.