In Her Workroom

Roxanne was in a good mood. She was expecting a brand-new babysitter today. Some girl called Skyler was coming over today to play with her, which meant another victim and more content for her website. She wasn’t sure if it was the money or the turn-on that she enjoyed the most.

Lately, she’d been working on a brand-new tool to add to her arsenal. She figured that having to unbutton and unlock a girl’s clothes was far too much effort, so she had come up with a fabric cutter.

Not that cool, right?

This cutter was one of her own making. It was made from ruthenium and a selection of other metals to ensure it never dulled and could cut through any clothing material.

Okay, I know it’s a little dangerous, but I’m always careful. Besides, it’s an efficiency improvement, so give me a break, yeah?

Roxy had only finished it that morning and was looking over it again inside her workroom at the back of the house. Various tools and work benches cluttered the room, alongside experiments in progress and failed ideas.

This was her favorite place for all the contraptions she’d created here. Toward the end of the mansion’s grounds was her laboratory, where she looked to bottle chemical warfare.

Right now, I’m working on a liquid that can make girls horny on demand. It’s almost finished. I just need a few more days. Wait… that’s not for me, you weirdo. It’s for the website. And I don’t care if you believe me or not.

Roxanne turned the fabric cutter over in her hands. She’d ensured that it could be retracted and extended at will, but only with an awkward safety catch that had to be pulled at the same time as the button. Awkward and inefficient, yes, but she wasn’t about to put a blade through her leg while it was in her pocket.

She checked the clock ticking on the wall above her head. Skyler would be here in one hour. Barely enough time to prepare everything.

Roxanne sighed. It also wasn’t enough time to change into the usual glorious ensemble she liked to show her guests.

Today, Roxanne was dressed in the least punk outfit possible. She wore a black hoodie, a nylon sports shirt underneath, and long black leggings with bright red sneakers.

No baggy clothing, spikes, or chains today. Instead, her clothes did a lot to show off her bubble butt, and the lack of panty lines showed exactly what her choice of underwear was today.

Hey, hey, hey, it’s comfortable, and I’m lazy. Besides, nobody will be seeing anything anyway, so sorry if you thought I was teasing you. I’ve already planned for everything. Skyler won’t know what hit her when I shred her little outfit into pieces.

In fact, other than the spiky orange hair and her undercut, there was no indication that she was a punk at all.

Pocketing her new invention, which she’d dubbed the “Roxy Cutter”, she left the workroom to begin her last-minute preparations.