Yes

Aiko was a mess. Naked, oily, and lying on the ground with nothing to cover her trimmed bush or ample tits, she was beaten. Whatever happened now, she had nothing left to give. Her tears were mixed in with oil. Now she knew that everything that was said about Katie was true. And now she’d suffered the same fate.

Roxanne was on high. Nothing could bring her down now. Pleasure bounced around her body, and she wanted nothing more than to touch herself. But not here. And most certainly not with this beast still in the house.

The punk princess opened the front door, satisfied that she’d inflicted a trauma that Aiko wouldn’t soon forget. “I’ve got what I need. You can go now.”

Aiko breathed heavily as she crawled foot by humiliating foot toward Roxanne and the open door. She didn’t care what she was showing. She didn’t care what compromising pose she was giving Roxy’s perverted subscribers anymore. There was no lower she could go. She’d hit rock bottom.

She gazed up at Roxanne from three feet away for the last time and saw only the type of glee young children had on Christmas Day. The joy, the smugness, and the arrogance saw something well up inside her.

Aiko shot to her feet and charged at Roxanne, hoping to go down defiantly for the last time. For a moment, Roxanne’s face fell, but she managed to duck. Aiko missed her by inches, but her oily exterior undermined her, and she began to slide.

This time, she slid toward the door’s threshold and tripped. Rather than concrete or grass, Aiko hit an inflatable waterslide. The oil and the laundry soap combined to send her flying down the front path of the mansion until she landed in the grass next to the gate.

“Hahahahahahahaha…” Roxanne cackled and doubled over. “Holy shit, I forgot that I’d put that out earlier. That’s the best thing ever. I’ll charge the pervos extra for that video.”

At a distance, she saw Aiko writhing in the grass, mud, and cuttings adhering to the oil. Satisfied, she decided that that was enough for the day. Her urge to touch herself was at such a height that she couldn’t even think anymore.

Overwhelmed by horniness, Roxy closed the front door and already had so many naughty things in her mind. Then she saw the mess that was now her entrance hall, and the oil trailed from upstairs.

Ah shit… I’m going to have to clean that up.