I put on a pair of jeans, and a tank top with a button up shirt to cover it up.I was just fixing my hair when Missy came into my suite. Missy looked a...t me, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.“You need to let loose. You’re not wearing that!” she said.Missy then went to my closet and pulled out one of my shortest skirts. It was one that I hadn’t worn in a while.“Put this on”, she stated in a tone that told me I shouldn’t disagree with her.After I put on the skirt, she looked at me, and then. When she came up, I introduced the driver to her and she didn't really recognize the name, as she wasn't very interested in NASCAR stuff.She looked at the bike for a while then asked him what he wanted. Do you want to make it look nicer because there were several add-ons that he had that she said detracted from the bikes natural beauty and that the paint job was pretty dull, no pizzazz. He said that the bike ran like shit, the transmission was clunky and he felt for the money he spent the bike. It was probably because I hate going out. And that's when it happened.I had wedged myself into a nice quiet little corner where the hustle and bustle and cacophony of noise would hopefully leave me alone for a bit. Then a crazy hot chick with short bleached out hair and dozens of facial piercings came over and pinned me in. She had a wild predatory glint in her eyes and around them as the three black metal bars in her each of her eyebrows shimmered with the same piercing intensity. She pressed. " I demanded."Yes Sheriff Porter," she asked. "Is everything alright?" Actually no it isn't. Chief Deputy Simpson will be leaving his post next week." I said."My God, what are you going to do to fill his slot," she asked."I'm not going to fill his slot. What I am going to do is create a new job, Administrative assistant. I need someone to take care of all the paper work of his job, but not be responsible for the personnel problems. So what do you say, would you like to be my administrative.