Sharon's lustrous red hair, now artificially enhanced by hair dye, cascaded down her bronze shoulders, bouncing rhythmically with the motion of the car.

The scarlet color, together with her emerald-green eyes and massive breasts - a testament to numerous surgeries - combined to create an appearance that was attention-grabbing, regardless of the occasion. However, despite the physical allure, her eyes held a cold ambition that did little to conceal her true intentions.

Sharon's vehicle rolled up the driveway, coming to a slow stop outside the house. She steeled herself after exiting the vehicle, feeling, no, convinced, she deserved what was coming to her.

With a sly smile, she prepared herself for the inevitable confrontation with Carla.

Clearing her throat, Sharon knocked timidly on the wavy glass storm door of the bungalow.

From within, a silhouette moved slowly towards the door, tilted at an angle, as if curious. The door creaked open, revealing a young woman with short brown hair, the same color as Carla's.

Sharon's smile widened as she recognized Mimi, Carla's daughter and Nick's sister. "Hello, darling, is your mother home?" Sharon asked sweetly, knowing full well that Carla should be.

Mimi stared at Sharon with lidded eyes. "No, but she should be soon. Come on in," she said, stepping aside to let Sharon into the house. Her voice barely letting any hint of annoyance creep through the words.

Mimi's eyes danced over Sharon, evaluating her from head to toe, and smiled. "You look gorgeous as always, Sharon. Good to see you." She said, her tone anything but sincere.

Sharon returned the smile, but it was more of a scowl underneath, "Thank you, dear. But please, I prefer 'mommy.' The young men in the neighborhood get a kick out of hearing that. Speaking of; is Nick here?" she asked, looking around the house.

Mimi wasn't going to play Sharon's little game. "Nick isn't here right now, mommy," Mimi responded, using the pretentious nickname with a sarcastic edge. "He's out with friends. But you," Mimi tilted her head, "are here, aren't you? You want something from him, don't you?" Mimi asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Sharon, caught off guard by Mimi's sharpness, hesitated briefly before responding.

"I came here today because I wanted to check on you both. See how you two were doing. I heard some disturbing news, and I thought that maybe...perhaps my presence could help." Sharon stammered, trying to act concerned despite her ulterior motives.

Mimi studied Sharon for a moment, reading through her fake concern with practiced ease. She snorted derisively, "Disturbing news about who? Mom? She's been fine as far as I can tell. She's a smart woman, always finds a way to manage. So, what makes you think something's wrong?" Mimi asked, crossing her arms in a defensive posture.

Sharon took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "Well, I heard she came into some money. A substantial amount, I might add. And I know how she's been struggling financially. It just made me worry that all this sudden wealth might put a strain on her, in ways she isn't prepared to handle. I've dealt with large sums of money before; my experience could be useful." Sharon explained, feigning concern.

"Is that why you chose the plastic dress today?" Mimi said while cupping Sharon's breast, her thumb wiping over the nipple through her thin dress, making her yelp. "I mean, you couldn't look more desperate for attention if you tried."

As Mimi touched Sharon, she could sense the other woman's unease, her desperation, the need for a way to stay relevant. Sharon glanced at Mimi, an unreadable expression on her face for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in resignation.

Mimi watched Sharon intently, her own mind racing with thoughts of what Sharon wanted. Mimi was smart, she knew Sharon had been pushing herself on her brother Nick for a while now. But with this sudden visit, Mimi couldn’t help but wonder what else Sharon could be after.

Mimi stood defiantly, still holding firm to Sharon’s breast. This was not about to be a simple conversation; Mimi was going to make sure Sharon understood that she was protecting both her family and her.

Sharon's eyes were suddenly cold, the sudden shift in the room's temperature catching Mimi off guard for a moment. "Let go," Sharon demanded, gaining the upper hand.

Mimi hesitated for the briefest of moments before relinquishing her hold on Sharon, who immediately pulled away, smoothing down her dress with a smug expression. "You want to play the game this way? Fine," Sharon said slyly, removing a stack of auto-developed photos from her purse and offering them to Mimi.

Mimi looked through the photos, one showed her masturbating to a handheld device, the image of her mother, Carla, in a college lecture hall clearly visible on the screen, a recent event while she was visiting her father's house with Nick.

"And there's more where that came from," Sharon said with a coldness meant to sound intimidating.

Mimi chuckled while shaking her head, "You took Polaroids as a screen grab? How old are you?" Mimi said with a sneer. "And who the hell are you planning to show these to? It's not like anyone else is going to care, or even believe it for that matter." She wasn't going to be intimidated by this cheap attempt at blackmail.

Sharon snapped up the photos from Mimi in anger, "Digital photos can be tampered with. These can't." Sharon said in a hushed tone. "Don't underestimate my reach, darling. The internet is an amazing place where one's deepest desires and darkest secrets can be exposed at a whim." Sharon continued, a cruel note in her voice. "Don't expect the world at large to be so accepting of your...activities. There are plenty of people who'd be happy to vilify a young woman like yourself, just for a taste of fame and fortune. Do you think that's a risk you're willing to take?"

Mimi couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at Sharon's words. The older woman knew how to wield her power with a venomous precision, and it was clear that she was willing to use any means necessary to get what she wanted.

But Mimi was not so easily swayed, not anymore.

She sighed, and opened her palm for the photos, but as soon as she took them, a mischievous glint sparked in her eye. "What you are after is in my room." Mimi remarked as she brushed past Sharon, her eyes flicking to the photos cradled in her hand. "I would suggest you use some discretion, or if you feel the need to snoop further, we could always handle this in a different manner." Mimi said, taking her phone out of her pocket, a sinister smile on her face.

Sharon sighed, "No-no. If I get what I deserve, I'll leave you to your little family fest, and I won't share those photos with anyone. But the next time you cross me, I'll make sure those pictures go viral. I have allies in the blogsphere that will be only too happy to expose you, Mimi. Remember that." Sharon said in a still cold voice, as the two women looked each other in the eyes, both testing the waters of the other's resolve.

Mimi laughed dismissively, a cruel mockery of Sharon's attempt at intimidation, "You don't intimidate me, you know that right? While you need to rely on cheap blackmail tactics, I can physically take you down with one arm tied behind my back."

Sharon's eyes narrowed, but she quickly regained her composure. "Mimi dear, are you projecting onto me what you want to do with your mother, Carla?" she paused to see Mimi's terse reaction then continued, "Oh indeed, I heard your moaning her name during climax while I snapped the Polaroids. Disgusting." Sharon concluded, leaving Mimi seething in rage.

"Going after Nick, my brother, your stepson, isn't disgusting?" Mimi retorted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's different for stepfamily. We're not blood, so it's playful. He just needs to come around to my, features." Sharon presented herself to be viewed, hands on hips, as they paused at Mimi's bedroom door. "Nick's not a pervert who lusts after his own flesh and blood, like you do with Carla," she sneered, looking down over her nose at Mimi.

"So, I guess if I lusted after you, it would be okay then, right?" Mimi said, her lips pulled into a sardonic grin.

Sharon scoffed and stepped closer to Mimi, "Despite what the porn videos you obviously watch teach, I'm not into women, nor do I plan on being seduced today. I prefer my partners with a hard shaft and dangling bits, if you catch my drift." Sharon said, condescension dripping from each word.

Mimi's grin widened at Sharon's comment. Mimi then opened her bedroom door, stood back and gestured for Sharon to enter before her.

Sharon, feeling both victory and defeat, stepped carefully over the threshold into Mimi's room, which was surprisingly tidy considering the owner. The walls were painted a soft, soothing pink and were adorned with various posters. A queen-sized bed was positioned in the middle of the room, flanked by two bedside tables on either side. The centerpiece being a sleek, minimalist desk, pink and black leather gaming chair, and a rig setup to record and broadcast.

Mimi stepped in behind Sharon, observing the other woman as she scanned the room with a critical eye.

As Sharon moved further into the room, her eyes caught upon the recording rig. "I noticed you have a broadcaster account, like I do. So, this is where you broadcast from?" Sharon questioned with a note of curiosity, her eyes lingering on the pink and black leather gaming chair.

"Yeah, but it's not private enough. So, I've been soundproofing my walk-in closet." Mimi explained, acting uncharacteristically cordial as she gestured to the sliding door.

Sharon slid open the walk-in door, her curiosity getting the better of her, "Don't think for a moment that all of this will distract me from getting what I deserve. I'm assuming you have access to an offshore account... or... something…" Sharon paused as she gazed at the setup within the walk-in.

Multiple mobile cameras and mics surrounded a machine that was effectively a large radio-controlled piston. At the end of that piston was a realistic looking dildo, but the size was unfathomable. "It's massive! Even I've never taken anything that big. Won't that split your dainty little body in half?" Sharon murmured.

Mimi smirked as she watched Sharon's eyes travel over the intimidating piece of machinery in her walk-in closet, a gleam of delight flickering in her gaze. "You're neglecting the best part mommy, look at the soundproofing. It's perfectly isolated. I could scream and no one would hear."

Sharon pulled her gaze away from the toy to examine the soundproofing. "What's your point, Mimi?" she asked, her tone wary. She gasped at a sharp pain in her shoulder, "Ow!" Sharon yelped, her head starting to spin. "What..."

"An I.V. based barbiturate. I was advised to keep some in a syringe as well. It appears to have been sound advice." Mimi's voice echoed in Sharon's ears as she struggled to stay conscious. She could feel herself growing weaker, the room spinning faster and faster around her. The last thing she saw before everything went black was Mimi's sinister grin.