Slap!  Something thudded her in the back of the head.  She grabbed at her neck, stumbling forward as she crashed down on her knees.  A loud grunt, and not from Amy.  She tried to raise her hand, to defend herself, but instead a second slam in the back of her skull rendered her oblivious to the world.

            Lacey snorted as she pushed open the door of what looked like a closet, but found an office instead.  She smiled, grabbing Amy under her arms, and dragged the unconscious blonde into the office.

            She dropped her unceremoniously like a limp sack on the floor, looking around and seeing the wire to the phone and tugging it from the wall.  She tested it, nodding at its strength.

            Lacey quickly stripped the woman, not bothering to exchange clothes. She just tossed off her dark shirt and dark pants, changing them for Amy’s uniform.  Lacey was in the waiter uniform in moments; she fixed her messy hair, then popped a large book into her smock, hiding it efficiently with a few tugs and nips.  She kicked Amy gently, and the woman didn’t stir.  She proceeded to tug her arms painfully behind her back and tied the very attractive blonde’s hands.