Quinn was a twenty-something city girl, three years out of college and enjoying life as a well-paid executive assistant in a communications firm, while working on her MBA. She was smart and ambitious, and planned to be the executive, not the assistant, by the time she was thirty.
Quinn managed to fit an active social life into this busy schedule also. She had a good figure, worked out regularly, and had eye-catching red hair. Although she had no steady partner, she went to restaurants, movies and clubs regularly with her friends. Since her sophomore year in college, she had accumulated a number of fuck-buddies, men and women who enjoyed sex, but had no time for a steady relationship.
This Saturday morning, Quinn woke up with a slight headache from one vodka too many the night before, and a recently fucked feeling in her pussy from her buddy Steve's large cock. Steve was a cop, a detective. They had arranged to meet at a club the night before, and had danced energetically with their group. Later, as the dances got slower, she and Steve had clinched on the floor. As they hungrily kissed, she felt his cock grow against her belly. She thought of fucking him in the club, or at least blowing him, but they decided to go to a friends apartment first to party a little more.