Not yet

Lyra’s eyes then lock onto the toppled trash can she had been stuffed into earlier. She grabbed it with both hands, lifted, and upended the entire thing over Bayley’s head and shoulders. Rancid garbage—food scraps, wet paper, empty cans, and worse—cascaded down over the Role Model in a disgusting avalanche, sticking to her skin, her bra, and her hair.

Bayley choked and sputtered, frantically digging the last of the deeply stretched black Victoria’s Secret panties out from between her legs. The fabric was permanently elongated now, the waistband sagging and misshapen even after she pulled it free. She tried to wipe the filth off her arms and chest, face twisted in pure disgust—

Lyra was already on her.

She seized Bayley by the upper arm and the back of the bra, dragging her across the gravel toward a large metal dumpster a few yards away. A stack of wooden crates sat beside it. Lyra scrambled up onto the crates first, hauling the still-reeling Bayley up with her until both women stood on the unstable platform above the open dumpster.

Lyra’s blood-streaked face split into a wild, triumphant grin.

“You’re gonna get trashed, Role Model.”

She never got the chance to shove her in.

Bayley suddenly exploded upward, wrapping her arms around Lyra’s waist in a tight grip. With a roar she hit a Bayley-to-Belly—lifting Lyra and driving both of them backward off the crates in a powerful belly-to-belly suplex straight into the open dumpster. The heavy metal container rocked violently under the impact, its wheels catching on the uneven ground. It rolled, gained speed, and smashed straight through a section of chain-link fence with a loud metallic scream of tearing metal.

The dumpster tipped hard onto its side, spilling both women out onto the gravel and broken fence links in a tangle of limbs, garbage, and stretched underwear.

Lyra groaned and immediately tried to crawl away on her hands and knees, dark blue Calvin Klein panties still visible and trunks half-down.

Bayley, filthy and furious, lunged after her and locked both hands around the waistband of Lyra’s trunks, stopping her cold.