It was getting late, she could tell. She glanced over at the smartphone dangling on the corner of her side table, and checked the time: 10:45 PM, just about right for her new nocturnal schedule, the one that had formed since she had started using her fake ID and bombshell body to get as many drinks as she wanted. She groaned, rolling out of bed, as she reran her evening ritual; she stared at her gorgeous body, from her curly black locks that flowed just past her shoulders, to her large but not slutty breasts.
