Maxine Rosemead, a name whispered in back alleys and dimly lit bars, finds herself in a rundown motel room. Her eyes, heavy with desire, meet the gaze of her unknown paramour. She's a hoodrat, a slut, and she knows it. But tonight, she's going to own it. She teases, she taunts, she strips, and she takes everything he gives her. This isn't love, it's raw, carnal lust, and she's fucking loving it.