Messy

Daphne a slender, toned, redhead, and her boyfriend, Fred a lean, athletic, blonde, are private investigators for hire. Business for the couple slows down for a while, uneventful cases only, until mysterious explosions start happening at the abandon candy factory on the outskirts of town.

“Fred! Come check this out!” Daphne squeals in excitement, “all of these women went to the factory and never came out!”

“Wow, this might be the break we need with our business. Daph you’re a genius!” Fred replies.

"Hmmm..." Shina pondered.

The burglar knelt at the end of a dimly-lit stone hallway, ear pressed against a stout wooden door, absorbed in process of probing its lock. Once she was through, there was nothing standing between her and the job of a lifetime. There was of course one detail that had made the venture the job of a lot of other people's lifetimes, and not long ones at that, but she had an ace up her sleeve for that eventuality. Probably.

"So like what?  You get off to blowing up balloons?!"  

Claire winced as she sat at the end of her bed.  Her roommate Brooke's sharp tone caused her already flushed cheeks to blush a deeper crimson.  A slender girl with light brown hair and unremarkable features, Claire had a seemingly naive cuteness to her that some found pleasing.

"It's...it's not quite like that.  It's just a dumb fantasy is all..."

Alexis was an adorable and innocent 18 year old girl. She was a slim, gorgeous, and outrageously sexy teen with blue eyes and short black hair. This is the story of a tragic incident, but something that just happened to some girls like her.

On the way home from her 12th grade class, Alexis stumbled into a flyer asking for people to try a new dieting method. Being the kind of girl who loves her figure to be perfect, she immediately drove to the address and walked into the building as it said to do on the flyer.