Justice wasn’t something Mahogany Jones felt inclined to on normal terms. She felt a pull to revenge more often than the justice part. Maybe it was her upbringing but she wasn’t the prim and proper woman her mother would have wanted. No, she used her charisma and wit to outsmart even the toughest crowd. 

Time For A Change

Mahogany had big brown eyes and dark hair that seemed to always glow under the moonlight. She had an unearthly beauty that rivaled Grecian goddesses. Her thicker frame only made her curves more profound. She always wore skin-tight bodices and jeans that hugged her hips “just right”. She was a fierce sight to behold. 

Tonight, she was out succumbing to the urge to drink past intoxication. Not one man in the bar caught her eye but she seemed to be the center of attention. Her eyes shone brightly as she leaned; playfully caressing the knee of the nearest schmuck that offered her a shot on his dime. 

“Mahogany, babe, you are incredible.” The words slurred slightly on the tongue of this poor bastard. 

He rubbed a finger against her neck and leaned forward to lick just below her ear.

“Watch it, I bite,” Mahogany grinned and pushed the man back onto his seat. 

“You playing coy?” The man made to grope her bosom and Mahogany shoved his hand hard.

“No, I don’t like assholes who take whatever they want,” Mahogany said flatly.

The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him while she struggled to keep her composure. A flash of panic spread to her somewhat placid eyes. 

She’d been here before, as a young girl. Not yet old enough to even entertain the notion of sexual harassment and innocent. The target of misconduct by a teacher at her school.