Jessica Haraldsson.

Jessica Haraldsson, your former co-worker who had out of the blue offered her services to you. You arranged a meeting with her in the offices of the warehouse that was slowly turning into the Divina, nightclub extraordinaire. It was pretty late in the afternoon, most of the building crews already gone for the day. You no longer needed them to do long hours, since what remained was mainly rigging up mounts for lights, lasers and such. The office was silent, soundproofed as well as possible to keep the office workers sane throughout the night and to have a quiet place to breathe in when the floor was hectic and noisy.

A knock on the office door was followed by the handle turning and a familiar figure peering in through the crack. Jessica was a slender woman who had just entered her thirties but didn't look a day older than twenty in your mind. She had decided to wear a pair of skinny jeans and a simple tank top to you meeting, her wavy brown locks flowing freely to just past her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparked to life as she saw you behind your desk and you smiled in return.

"Hey Jess!" You said and stood up as the woman came in and the door swung closed behind her as she stormed up to you and hugged you tight. Her scent was almost intoxicating as she pressed her firm breasts against you and squealed out of excitement into your ear. She broke off quickly, although you were still lost in the hug after she had already parted, her body bringing back memories from great nights a few years back.

"Oh man, I'm glad to see you. I'm trusting that this gig is gonna pan out, because I already quit and I've only got cash left for so many weeks." Jessica said and took a seat opposite your desk, a bright teasing smile dancing on her lips.