With Rage

Roxanne tossed aside the tattered rags that were once a smart business shirt. She touched Skyler’s tie, which was still tied around her neck.

I look great in this tie. Think I’ll keep it. Welcome to Roxy Industries, business bitch.

“Wow, I like your bra. It’s very… pink,” she said.

Skyler still had tears in her eyes as she sat back on her haunches with a hand thrown across her bronze chest. Her skin tone only made her bra choice stand out even more. But were those real tears or pepper spray tears? Roxanne still couldn’t tell.

“You cut my shirt off!” She yelled.

Roxanne flashed a gleaming smile, her old confidence returned. “No, I cut your jacket off too.”

Skyler wiped some more tears from her reddened eyes. “I’m going to hurt you.” She said matter of factly. “I’m going to hurt you bad.”

Roxanne took a step backward, unsure what to make of the cold tone. It was less embarrassment and more threatening. A tone that made Roxanne wary. She hadn’t broken her yet, even with her bra on show.

“Come here!”

Skyler lunged out of nowhere.

“Eep,” Roxanne managed to get out.

Skyler crashed to the ground. The lasso still around her ankles, leaving her flailing a few feet away from Roxanne’s sneakers.

Roxanne cackled at that. “You need to watch where you’re going.”

Skyler growled as she righted herself and began going to work on the remains of the lasso. With the gun out of her hands, it took only a little fumbling to begin working on the lasso.

“Ooooh you’re turning me on,” she said in a sing-song voice. “You’re trying so hard.”

Skyler got part of the knot free. “Just you wait. You’ll be showing more than your underwear when I’m done with you.”

Roxanne lingered with a smile that wouldn’t fade as she watched Skyler struggle. This was indeed turning her on, like a spider playing with a fly in its web.

When she saw Skyler undoing the final part of the knot, she decided that now was time to exit stage left and regain some real control.

Roxanne winked. “Catch me if you can, business bitch.”