Lorianne Masters

You stand on the curb waiting for the next car to pull up. You're a valet at a nightclub in Los Angeles. Its a rotten gig but it pays some of your bills. Between college and this job your life is quite busy. Then a sleek Bugatti pulls up. You step off the curb and open the driver's side door. Then you see the driver. Older, gorgeous, and dressed for fun. You know immediately she's a cougar on the prowl. Her smile hits you like a 120-volt power line. You offer her a hand getting out and her fingers curl around yours.