Laugh, Slice, and…

Roxanne was delighted at how well that little phase of her plan had gone. She was worried that pulling and holding Skyler in a vice wouldn’t work.

She pulled off her night vision goggles and tossed them on the bench. Skyler attempted to pull at her tie.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Roxanne waggled a finger at her. “That’ll ruin the game.”

“This… this is not a game,” Skyler screamed in frustration. “You little creep. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“That’s between me and my therapist.” Roxanne came around the workbench and placed her hand over hers. “And my therapist is me.”

“Grrrr… you need professional help. Shouldn’t a girl your age be chasing boys or something?”

Roxanne ignored that comment. She has far better things to do than getting fingered by some douchebag jock behind a dumpster. This being one of those better things.

“Well, well, my business bitch —”

“Stop calling me that.”

Roxanne got behind the trapped Skyler and took out the Roxy Cutter again. Her tests were going swimmingly. But that was just while cutting through stitching. Time for a new experiment. Roxanne grabbed the back of her collar.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I wouldn’t move so much if I were you?”

Roxanne sliced clean down the back of the blazer. The Roxy Cutter slit through the fabric as if were nothing, not stopping even for a moment as she went all the way down. She flicked both sides of the blazer away, revealing the back of her white button-up shirt and the obviously brightly coloured bra strap beneath it.

“Eureka!”