An Opportunity

“Roxanne, seriously. Help me. We can talk about why I’m here later when I get my coat back.”

Talk about this later. She thinks because I’m eighteen that I must be retarded if she’s here. Who the fuck does she thinks she is? ME? Retarded? That’s funny. Time to make her pay, but first…

Roxanne shuffled toward her on her bubble butt until she was looking down at Katie, who was now stuck. She was too strong to fall down and too weak to pull herself up. To Roxanne, this was the perfect position. What fun she could have.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Like every teenager in the middle of a difficult situation, she switched it to selfie mode and threw the devil horns at the screen with her black-painted fingernail as she snapped the photo.

“Seriously?!”

“Shhhh…” Roxanne looked at her phone.

Perfect. I look awesome, and the shot captures Katie being pissed off perfectly. Or is that fear?

“Fucking hell, Roxanne, I’m going to hurt myself. Help me.”

Roxanne knew she was directly above the sofa, and she’d already calculated her fall. At worse, she’d bounce off the sofa and take a bump, but no real damage. Why would she have brought her up here in the first place, after all?

“Okay. I’ll help you, Katie.” Roxanne got onto her knees in front of her and reached forward as if she were going to lift her up from under her arms. “By the way… I like your shirt.”

“Wha –”

Roxanne reached toward the fabric at her back and pulled the shirt up her back. It took mere seconds for Katie to scream, Roxanne to get the shirt up to the back of her neck, and Katie to fall backward in shock.

She grinned as Katie fell backward and hit the soft comfort of the sofa back-first. As expected, she landed perfectly, not even bouncing onto the floor. Katie, on the other hand, lay like a starfish with her small bra-covered tits pointing back up at the punk princess.