Mia

Mia gulped as she read the message on her phone again. She had been one of the girls who had expressed interest in taking on the Punk Princess. Why? No money was at stake, only the glory of taking Roxanne down.

More importantly, Roxanne may have an obvious turn-on, but so did Mia. Despite her colorful clothing, Mia had a sadistic streak of her own. Back in high school, she’d always been one of the popular kids—not a cheerleader—as ENF genre stereotypes go—but just popular. She, too, had humiliated her peers, but since she’d left high school behind, the opportunities just weren’t there anymore.

Mia looked upon the mansion on the hill. The lights blazed in every window, welcoming her arrival. Unlike the three who had come before her, she wasn’t about to be caught off-guard. She knew she wasn’t here to babysit. She knew precisely what Roxy was. And she also knew the consequences if things went wrong.

Today, Mia had dressed in her eclectic trendsetting clothing style: a coat of a patchwork of bright colors and shapes, a pink long-sleeved shirt, a pair of tight blue jeans, and bright yellow boots.

Mia had come prepared this time. She’d actually paid Roxy her hard-earned money for access to her website’s array of images and videos. The night before, she’d observed each one, trying to figure out what Roxanne might have cooked up for her.

Her fingers felt in her pockets as she approached the towering gates barring entrance to Roxanne’s mansion. In her head, she mentally went over her checklist—anything to give her an advantage in the battle that was to come.