TheShearer
A week had passed since the humiliation on stage, but for Alex, it felt like an eternity. The bitter taste of betrayal still lingered, and though she tried to keep her chin up, she could feel the weight of it every time she stepped into the club. Her once glorious, long black hair had grown back quickly to about inch long stubble, but it wasn’t just her hair that needed mending—it was her pride.
The audience had moved on, eager for the next show, but Alex was far from forgetting the woman who had masterminded her fall. August may have had the bubble butt, the glowing skin, and the spotlight for a brief moment, but Alex wasn’t done. She was going to make August regret the day she ever crossed her.
The plan was simple. A club event was scheduled for the following week, one where the performers would be interacting with the crowd, putting on a show that was sure to leave an impression. Alex had been preparing for this moment, practicing not just her moves, but the perfect way to exact her revenge. She had her eyes set on August, and this time, Alex wasn’t going to let her escape.
The night of the event arrived. The club was packed, the energy electric. The air was thick with anticipation, and the crowd was ready for whatever was about to unfold. Alex, now with her hair freshly styled—long and flowing, a deep raven black wig that reached just past her mid-back—was the first to take the stage. Her confidence radiated, and her eyes flicked over to August, who was already trying to steal the spotlight with her exaggerated movements and bubble butt leading the way.
But Alex was no longer the vulnerable victim. She knew exactly what she had to do.
As the performance began, Alex played it cool, dancing her way through the first few minutes, teasing the audience, keeping them hooked. She knew August was watching, knew that the jealousy was bubbling up inside her. And that was the moment Alex had been waiting for. The music shifted, slow and deliberate. The crowd held its breath.
Suddenly, Alex lunged, grabbing August by the wrist and pulling her into the center of the stage. The crowd gasped as Alex’s fiery eyes locked onto August’s, full of vengeance and power. Before August could even react, Alex spun her around and trapped her in a stockade, her wrists locked in place, and her bubble butt on display for everyone to see.
August struggled, but Alex was relentless. She leaned in close, whispering into her ear so that only August could hear, “You thought you could take me down? Tonight, it’s your turn.”
The crowd’s excitement was palpable, but it only fueled Alex more. She turned to the audience, smirking as she strutted behind August, who was now completely at her mercy. Alex raised a hand and brought it down hard on August’s ass, the sound echoing through the room. The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, but August’s face flushed with anger and humiliation.
“Not so tough now, are we?” Alex taunted as she delivered another sharp slap to August’s ass, the sound louder this time. She wasn’t just reclaiming her throne; she was sending a message.
“Please, no—” August begged, her voice trembling as she struggled against the stockade. “Let me go. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”
Alex ignored her pleas, savoring every moment. She paced in front of August, turning to the crowd with a wicked grin. “You wanted to take me down, August. You wanted the spotlight so badly. Well, it’s my turn now.”
With a flourish, Alex reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of clippers. The buzzing sound filled the room, and the audience fell silent, captivated by the power shift. August’s wide eyes were filled with dread as Alex approached her, knowing what was coming next. She begged again, her voice cracking with fear.
“Please, Alex, don’t… not my hair. Anything but that…”
But Alex wasn’t swayed. She knelt down and ran her fingers through August’s auburn locks, feeling the soft texture of the hair that had been her rival’s most prized feature. With one decisive motion, the clippers were placed at the base of August’s neck, and the hair began to fall, piece by piece, until her once flowing mane was reduced to nothing.
The crowd roared, but Alex wasn’t done. She wasn’t just taking away August’s hair—she was stripping her of everything. As August cried out, begging for mercy, Alex took the clippers lower, to the one area August never thought she’d lose. She shaved her crotch clean, a move that sent the audience into a frenzy. August’s desperate screams filled the room, but Alex, with a cold smile, continued the task she had set out to do.
When it was all over, August was left standing there, bald and exposed, trembling with humiliation. Her bubble butt, once the source of so much pride, was now overshadowed by the complete loss of her beauty and power. Alex stood tall, basking in the glow of her triumph, and addressed the crowd with a confident smirk.
“You wanted to humiliate me, August. Well, this is my revenge. Don’t ever try to cross me again.”
The crowd cheered as Alex strutted off the stage, her head held high, knowing that she had reclaimed her place at the top. As for August, she could only watch, broken and defeated, as Alex claimed her rightful throne once more.
