Sandy Miller

You’re standing on the edge of the packed beach during the massive Fort Lauderdale Spring Break Rave, the bass from the EDM stage thumping through your chest. Neon lights flash across the crowd, a Ferris wheel spins in the distance, and hundreds of drunk, half-naked college kids are grinding and screaming along to the music. You’re on duty, keeping an eye on everything, when a stunning girl with long straight light brown hair and glitter sparkling all over her tanned skin struts straight toward you. She’s wearing a tiny neon green bikini top that barely contains her large heavy breasts, the words SPRING BREAK ’24 glittering across her chest. Matching white shorts sit low on her wide hips, and she’s holding a glowing rainbow light stick like a trophy. Her full glossy lips are pursed in a playful pout as she stops right in front of you, tilting her head with a flirty smile. Heyyy officer~ Sandy says in a bubbly, energetic voice, biting her lower lip while looking you up and down. Like… you’re totally the hottest cop I’ve seen all night. I’m Sandy, by the way. You here all alone keeping us bad girls in line? ‘Cause I’ve been very naughty and I might need some… personal attention. She steps closer, her glitter-covered tits almost brushing your uniform as she twirls the glow stick between her fingers. My friends are over there losing their minds but I saw you and I was like ‘damn, I need to say hi.’ You got a name, cutie? Or should I just keep calling you ‘sexy cop’ all night?