Chapter 1 - Introduction

Riley Hanway was driving through the hills surrounding Los Angeles. It was just past 8:30 on what had been a warm summer day, and the sun had already set, leaving behind a slowly darkening sky. She had put the top of her new black Porsche 911 down, and was enjoying the feeling of her hair being blown back by the warm wind. She didn't have to go anywhere, she just enjoyed driving fast sports-cars through the region surrounding LA, which had been her home for just a little over 6 months. She had lived in Chicago for most of her life, where the headquarters of her fathers business empire was located. He was the founder of a large pharmaceutical company, of which he sold his shares when he was diagnosed with lung cancer 2 years ago, with the purpose to enjoy the remainder of his life spending time with his friends and family, the latter consisting of only Riley. After he died about a year ago, Riley inherited the gargantuan fortune that her father had amassed, and decided to move away from Chicago. After traveling Europe for a couple months, she decided to buy a large, modern looking mansion in Malibu, close to the beach where she would spend many days enjoying the warm Californian weather.
She took a turn towards Malibu, deciding that she had driven around enough for tonight, and decided to go home. As she checked her rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of her face. As always, it made her smile. To say Riley was vein would be an understatement. She thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and was not afraid to articulate that opinion. She did, however, have the looks to back her claim up. If Margot Robbie was considered beautiful, then a new word should be invented to describe Riley Hanway. Her face was the perfect combination of cute and sexy. She had full lips, looking so beautifully red that she might as well have put on lipstick. Her nose was small but not too small, and was formed perfectly. Her cheekbones where pronounced and high, giving her a face a gorgeously sculpted look. Then there were her eyes. They were blue, the kind of blue that would make you instantly fall in love when looking into them. They were eyes that could get her anything from anyone, just by blinking a couple times.
And if her eyes didn't do the job, her boobs would. They were large and perky, a dangerous combination. They were so perfectly formed that they even made the simple black top she was wearing right now look like a piece of sexy lingerie. They were stretching her top just enough to give her great cleavage, drawing any guys', or girls for that matter, eyes to her boobs. Her perky ass was also large for her size, but not so large as to make her bottom-heavy, for she had a great hourglass figure. Her legs were long and sexy, and she loved showing them off in shorts or short dresses. Her hair was Scandinavian blonde, finishing the look of a girl that had clearly won the genetics lottery. Twice over.
Riley's life was therefore pretty much perfect. More money than she knew what to do with, one of the most beautiful bodies in America, and to top it all off, she was smart, fun, and outgoing, hosting lots of parties with her friends (and a lot of complete strangers) at her mansion in Malibu, where she would usually end the night by having sex with the hottest girl she could find at the party. At only 22 years old, Riley had it all, and yet there was one thing that she still wanted: she wanted to get fat.