No

Skyler couldn’t believe how weird this had gotten. She wasn’t turned on by this because she wasn’t a creep like Roxanne. The sudden **** made her feel like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

She’d been warned about Roxy’s true nature, but even this surprised her. As the punk’s hands groped her over her clothes, her pulse quickened. This could get so much worse if she didn’t get away now.

“My business bitch… how about we take things one step further, huh?”

She felt the hairs on the back of her neck spring up. “What?”

“Have you ever cummed on camera before?”

Skyler thought with everything she had to break free of Roxanne. She bucked Roxanne away for a moment and went for her tie again, but this weird gremlin jumped on her back, forcing her against the workbench.

“Stay still,” Roxanne complained.

“Get the fuck off me, you dirty creep.”

Skyler couldn’t do much facing the table and being unable to turn around, but she could still fight her off for as long as possible. The last thing she would ever do would be orgasming on camera for her perverted website.

In desperation, she wound up and threw an elbow back at Roxanne. The point slammed directly between Roxanne’s legs. Her skintight leggings did nothing to cushion the blow as her breath escaped her, and she collapsed to the ground, holding herself.

Skyler immediately went back to work on her tie and managed to undo the knot. Spinning out of it, she looked down on the subdued Roxanne. With her freedom returned, she got an idea in her mind.

The punk princess at her mercy, Skyler decided that now was the time to start delivering on some ****.