It was good to be Bette Porter.

After nearly ten years of grunt work in every studio, gallery, and museum that would hire her, it finally started to pay off. Bette stared, unbelieving, at the crisp letter in front of her and read it again for the hundredth time that night:

Dear Elizabeth Porter,

It is with great pleasure that I inform you that the Bette Porter Gallery has been selected for funding in the amount of $50,000 under The Peabody Foundation. The selection committee is confident that your outstanding project demonstrates perseverance of a dream and a strong commitment to culture and arts.

Blah… blah… blah…

Attached, please find a press release to announce this year’s Peabody Grant. Feel free to use it as you create your own press release. We look forward to working with you on this exciting project. Again, Congratulations!

Sincerely,

Peggy Peabody

Bette was overjoyed. No, that’s an understatement. She was fucking ecstatic. The smile on her face couldn’t be smacked off with a two by four. “I can’t wait to tell daddy,” she thought and looked at her watch. It was after 10:00 PM. “Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I’m going to celebrate Bette Porter style.”

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Alice Pieszecki walked into Milk with her head held high and determination written all over her face. She would find love this night, but if not love, then mind blowing, toe curling, cum until you pass out sex; the kind that leaves you sore and walking funny for days afterwards. Glancing around, Alice spotted the bar and made a beeline for it. Three shots of Jagermeister later and Alice felt like she could take on the world, or at least the next beautiful woman she saw.

The club was starting to fill up fast. Alice scanned the crowd watching all of the beautiful women bumping and grinding against each other on the dance floor before turning her attention to the wallflowers. A cute brunette sat alone in the corner sipping on some kind of cocktail. Smiling, Alice checked her reservations at the door and strode purposely towards the lonely-looking woman. She was rewarded with a brilliant smile as she approached. “Hey, gorgeous,” she said, “You want to dance?” The brunette raised her eyebrow and seemed more than a little interested in the offer.