Wait

Kirsty was surprised to receive a reply so early. Merely 24 hours before, she’d replied to Roxanne’s call for “contenders” because, like most, she imagined, she was a girl in her late teens who needed the money.

What surprised her even more was that Roxy had posted a new series of images and videos on her website just one day before. The girl’s name wasn’t revealed, of course, but Kirsty had thoughts about her identity. The humiliation didn’t bother her much because she was lithe and athletic, enabling her to escape any situation.

What little was known about the Punk Princess, who still hadn’t shown what she actually looked like online, revealed a girl who likely relied on her intelligence, not her physical build. If she could get hold of her, the sun-kissed Kirsty knew she could kick her ass.

Kirsty’s phone buzzed, and she turned her hazel eyes onto the SMS.

Come in.

The message didn’t even come with a greeting. Kirsty took a deep breath and ventured onto the mansion’s grounds. She tossed her long, wavy hair aside and straightened her outfit. The next girl to step up wore a cropped T-shirt revealing a hint of her toned midriff and tight denim shorts showing her long, shapely legs. She capped it off with a pair of boots, ideal for kicking the crap out of some punk nerd.

What was her strategy? Kirsty hadn’t thought of one. In fact, she hadn’t expected to be chosen at all. For some reason, she sensed that she would be just one of many applicants who would be passed over.

Kirsty decided to play everything by ear and stepped into the mansion’s entrance hall. Looking up at the marble staircase, she plotted her opening move.