Try to uncover "your " identity

After Mac leaves, you take stock of his apartment. You grab some cigarettes, steal a gin filled flask, and look for your body's phone.

Wasn't it my fuckin' pocket?

You look around the apartment: Mac plugged into the wall. Nice guy.

You turn it on. You have no idea what the passcode is, but there are 12 missed calls. Maybe you'll catch one? You slide it into your pocket.

The library might be best place to prime your search: you could use a computer. You take a swig from your flask and head to the nearest library.

The library is almost empty. You take a seat at one of the computers and miss by a few inches.

I guess I'm drunk. About damn time.

You open the browser and head to facebook. You type a few entries into the search bar: red head college student, 18 y.o. girl red head, Leah.

Fuck clearly this isn't working.

You take another swig from the flask and notice a singles ad on the right hand side of the webpage. You click it. There's a popup of a woman getting gangbanged.

"She's got a nice ass." You exclaim drunkenly, in your soft feminine voice.

You slide a hand into your pants and flirt with your labia.

"Yeah, you suck that dick. You slut." you whisper loudly.

The gif changes to a woman getting fucked by a monstrous cock and you plunge you fingers into your pussy.

"Mmmh... ah, AH," you moan, slowly getting louder. Your pitiful attempt at stealthiness does not go unnoticed. Every audible shleek your pussy makes is heard by the librarian at the circulation counter.

As she turns the corner, you're vigorously finger fucking yourself, one hand cupping an exposed breast.

"Excuse me!" Cries the librarian. You turn to see a pretty young woman in her late-twenties. Her chestnut hair tied back in pony tail. "You cannot do that here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Well, I'm going to have to... tell you.. no." You mutter while standing up. Your pants undone.

"Excuse me?"

"Your ass is... beautiful, uh, miss." You say, locking your slender fingers on one of her ass cheeks.

She swats your hand away. "Are you drunk?"

"Are you always this pretty?" You grind up against her.

"You look underage, I'm calling the police!"

"No need," You slip your hand quickly into your pussy one last time, "I'm leaving."

As you walk past the librarian you wipe your juice covered fingers on the librarian's chin. She lets out a gasp and you quickly see yourself out. Still horny, and definitely still drunk, you decide to finish your business in the alley behind the library. You crouch down on the dirty ground and unzip your pants, pumping your pussy with one, two, then three fingers. You grip one of your tits and pull it up to your mouth, rubbing your clit. Finally, with your nipple in your mouth, in the back alley of a library, you orgasm. You sit there in the afterglow for a minute, then realise that you should probably clean up.