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She leaned on the rail guard of her balcony, taking in the beautiful sunset on the beach- she lit a cigarette and looked back into the room for which she just left. Last night was crazy, she let her hair down and decided to do something that was not in her nature. She decided to actually have fun. 
Being the CEO of a multinational doesn't really give one time for their self and those simple pleasures that mere mortals enjoy are far and few. She hadn't had a drink in forever,neither had she felt the touch of a man too. Speaking of which, who's the bloke in my bed? She thought to her self as she lit another stick of the cigarette she was smoking. She was pretty stoned the night before so don't got much or any recollection of what transpired after 10pm. She remembers "last call" and acting like a floozy for a hot guy she met at the bar but that's just about it.
Whether the night was remarkable or not is a discussion for another day; her lady parts feel good at the moment and she was going to get another bite of the apple before she "sets him free anyways". Oh well, "time to dip that burrito into all this sauce" she said to herself as she flicked the cigar of the balcony  and into the sand. She has to Enjoy the little pleasure now, because she'll switch back to the cut throat professional tomorrow anyways.