Eliza is a unique girl, she never had to work for anything. A memory that is almost photographic got her through school, a daddy who was willing to give her anything got her through life.. and a body, well that got her everything else. Eliza has never worked a day in her life, the only thing that she worked on was her body.. and that was only to improve flexibility and stamina for her favourite past time. Sex.

Eliza was a nympho, she had been this way since she was about 15, the first time she had been curious, played with herself.. it was like the more she got, the more she wanted. She soon learnt that boys did not want to stick around, or if they did they were concerned on their pleasure.. so she decided to take what she wanted. Concerts, planes, bars, restaurants, shops, subway.. she was a bit of a slut.. but she could not help it. She had never been in a relationship, not even with her father who threw money at her, but was never there. She never bonded, never got to know someone, hell she barely even asked the name of most the men (and women) she shared beds... walls.. chairs with.

Her routine consisted of a morning run, coffee, yoga and pilates, a trip to her local bookstore every few days, and in between.. well. That all depended on who she found.

She was stunning, beautiful, intelligent.. and part of her knew it, but beyond the passionate grunts and cries of men she had never really had anyone take a proper interest in her. Her hair was somewhere between short and medium, allowing for ease of care, but also femininity. She had soft, pale flesh which was well cared for and rarely wore makeup beyond perhaps lipstick and some mascara. Her toned, athletic body normally highlighted by her clothing, tight jeans, shorts, skirts.. tight tops that hugged her small waist and DD breasts, or ones that had a deep cut to reveal the cleavage that such glorious breasts make.

No-one bothered to get to know her, few rejected her (those that did were normally married.. and even then..), and most never asked her name. It was what she was used to, though at times she did wonder if it was what she truly wanted.