Miley Roth, age 18, had never been a particularly well-behaved girl. A senior in high school, she had been regularly sleeping around, getting drunk, and experimenting with various drugs since age 14. Her parents mostly knew and mostly didn’t mind. They figured she was smart enough to keep herself safe. Miley was five feet eight inches tall, with pale skin, long brown hair, and a decent hourglass figure. Not supermodel-stunning, but generally considered fairly attractive even in her usual t-shirt and jeans. When she wanted dick, which was often, she could usually find some.
Not that Saturday night, though. She had attended a party at an acquaintance’s house, a somewhat disappointing party. Miley knew of two attractive guys who were invited, one she had fucked before and one she hadn’t, and she hoped to sleep with at least one of them that night. But neither appeared, and she ended up leaving the party around midnight, a little drunk, a little stoned, and a lot horny.