<div class="floatleft">(http://aimg.rule34.xxx//samples/207/sample_7405f8b991de312df119ccffc90f4487.jpg?1566664)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Del Ricci<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Professional surfer/sex performer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The beach > Broadwalk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><hr/>Stephanie let out a quiet groan of discomfort as she was so rudely awakened by Allie Freemont's voice blaring out of a nearby radio. Some beachgoers had brought a radio with them and were listening to her radio show at an appropriately loud level. Stephanie liked Allie - her show was good, she was definitely attractive, and she played quite a decent variety of music. However, when her voice was the first thing she heard upon waking up, it was a little difficult to avoid the occasional grumble and gripe about her voice.<br/><br/>"Whosair?" She muttered, still half asleep as her washboard stomach easily levered her up into a sitting position. Her head was still pounding from the night before; she had performed at one of the more popular adults-only nightclubs and encountered a quartet of German futa on holiday. They had taken a shine to her and invited her back to their hotel to continue the party after-hours. Stephanie rubbed her forehead and let out another groan - there had be lots of alcohol and lots of sextasy (a devilish mixture of MDMA and Cialis that Stephanie had always thought was just an silly myth), and she had stumbled onto one of Lewdopolos' many beaches and passed out sometime around 7:00 am.<br/><br/>Looking down, she saw that her bikini bottoms were mostly undone, no doubt due to the rather significant amount of sexual enhancement drugs still surging through her bloodstream. Her cock throbbed and ached for attention, and she was forced to triple-knot her swimsuit in order to keep it from pulling them loose once again. Forcing herself to her feet and tucking the small roll of ¥10,000 bills she had made the previous night into her top, Stephanie stumbled toward one of the public showers that were meant to be used by beachgoers to rinse sand off of themselves.<br/><br/>After she had rinsed the sand off herself (and used the rather cold water to wake herself up quite thoroughly), Stephanie left the beach and headed toward the last known location of her car - somewhere along the Broadwalk. Upon reaching it, Stephanie noticed that there seemed to be an inordinate number of tourists disembarking today. Wanting to enjoy the show of the tourists getting acclimated to their new surroundings, Stephanie lifted herself up onto the hood of her car and leaned back against the windshield, soaking up some sun as she watched all of the newcomers.