Table Turning

Roxanne was still enraged as much as she was running on adrenaline after what had almost happened. Satisfied at her current state of dress, she went on the attack against the nearly blind Aiko.

Just 10 seconds to go. But that’s more than enough for what I need to do to you.

Roxanne shoved through the smoke and kicked Aiko’s foot out from under her. The babysitter went down on her front. She moved quickly to summon all her strength to lift up the sofa from the middle.

With strength that surprised even her, she turned over the sofa directly over Aiko’s lower body. She was pinned to the ground from her waist downward. It wouldn’t hold her for long until she wiggled out her slender lower body, but it was enough to do what she had to do.

Roxanne swept in and came face to face with Aiko as the smoke began to dissipate and the acrid stench grew stronger.

“Hi, k… ketsumodo.”

Aiko looked blankly.

Shit, I really need to work on my trash talk.

“Anyway… fuck you for whipping me.”

Roxanne got off the ground and pulled the black zip-up hoodie over her head to screams from Aiko. Determined to take things another step further, she also returned for the white t-shirt as she screamed.

Off came the shirt as Aiko bucked and bronco’d half way out of the sofa. The back of her matching sky blue bra came into view as Roxanne left her in her bra and panties.

“Wow, you’ve got bigger tits than I thought you had.”

The comment only seemed to make Aiko fight harder. Roxanne realise she only had a short window to get her plan back on track.

She couldn’t afford any more mistakes or this time it would cost her her dignity.