Bully

"There is this one girl," said Jessica as you head to the elevator. Before she can continue, the elevator arrives, and the receptionist gets out. Her bun is a mess, and there is dried cum in her hair. She goes to her desk.

"Excuse me," you say. You turn and aim the remote at the receptionist. Program. "Any changes you see at the firm are normal. You love having guys fuck your hair buns. You love having semen in your hair and showing it off to your coworkers." Play.

You and Jessica get on the elevator, and Jessica continues. "When I was in high school, I had a classmate Sasha Cardona. She was a bad girl. She smoked in the bathroom, got into fights in the weekend, and one day she tried to cheat off of me, but I would not let her, and the teacher saw what was going on. She got a zero on her test, and for the next three years, she would trip me in the hall or knock my books from my hand. One day she even threw my purse in the toilet. This was before schools had cameras everywhere, so I could never prove anything. At our senior party, I got drunk and passed out. I woke up with my hair all chopped off. I heard she bragged about it. After school, she went to college, but flunked out, and went to cosmetology school. She's now a stylist. Yep, the bitch who humiliated me by butchering my hair is now a professional stylist."

"You've been keeping up with her?"

"We are both on our almuni year Facebook page."

"So you know where she works?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Some time later, you walk into a salon. It's not a busy day. There is a woman being shampooed, and another under dryer. Sasha is near some empty salon chairs. She looks up. "Well, if it isn't the snitch. Here for haircut? That would be ironic.

You hear Jessica grunt under her breath.