Who: Ecstasy and Marijuana. Where: Club Escape. When: Tuesday morning. Warnings: There's a promise of spankings (and will likely end up being NC-17 shortly thereafter).
Ecstasy sat on the edge of her desk, staring at her television in horror. It wasn't that the entire guerilla army had been destroyed. Hell, it wasn't even the earthquake. It was where it was that had her mouth practically dropping to the floor. Columbia was where most of MJ's supply came from, and everything had been destroyed.
What the hell was going on?
"Oh, shit!" Tossing the remote down, Ecstasy jumped up and darted around her desk to start gathering her things. She had completely forgotten that she had been on her way home before she ran into Big Red. Shoving her chair away, her head and torso dove under the desk to start shoving things back into her purse, her cute little ass up in the air behind her desk while she worked. "Shit, shit, shit!"