Moving into an apartment was the best idea she had. It might've set her back, money wise, but it was a long-term investment, like buying stocks only she didn't have to pay attention to the DOW. Some people might get an apartment and room up with friends to finally be free of the draconian policies of a dorm, because honestly they were all adults and she shouldn't have been forced to wear a towel from the short trip from the showers back to her room two doors down. [i]If only they knew[/i] she thought when the R.A. chewed her out for 'public indecency', [i]if only they knew[/i]. 

The apartment for Mari wasn't just so she could enjoy being air dried following a shower, but also because it was far easier to perform her more fun job without worrying that an ill timed knock on the door or paper thin walls would ruin someone's private paid for show. An apartment meant she had more room to work with as she worked with what she had. An apartment really stepped up her ability to make people hand over tokens in exchange for a flash. No one realized that cam models had it hard too, sure it was all fun and games and titillation, but those tokens were worth a lot less than you'd think and she never got the full amount of a tip. It wasn't just about the money, sure, but it was a nice incentive. 

Mari had every intention of turning the camera on that evening and earning her next month's rent check. Her hair was all straightened, her glasses were looking fab, and she had this new pair of shorts that just made her booty absolutely pop. Not that it mattered, the outerwear was always the first tip goal that was reached. Still, those shorts were [i]fine[/i]. The camera was all set up and ready to be turned on when a sudden knock on her door changed everything. Mari sauntered over to open it, only to be met with the familiar, though far from friendly, visage of Anita. Mari met Anita in a women's studies class - Mari took it more as a burnoff than anything but Anita...Anita got really into it and rallied damn near half the class into attending her pointless rallies and meetings. Mari didn't think Anita liked her very much, citing an example when the blonde laughed after Anita gave a fifteen minute fillibuster in class about why pornography was a pox upon women because no woman in pornography could possibly enjoy it.

[i]If only she knew.[/i] 

If there was one thing Mari did regret it was telling Anita that she looked cuter without glasses. What Mari thought was a simple compliment set the woman off on a tirade about how Mari shouldn't let male dominated standards dictate appearances to which Mari laughed again - that was a recurring theme in her interactions with Anita. 

So Mari was certainly surprised to see the woman at her door...and less surprised when Anita, without a word, stepped in and began to choke her. Of course Mari resisted, as would anyone in such a situation, but it only served to make Anita work that little bit harder. The real impressive aspect came when Anita displayed an unknown strength and damn near ripped Mari's shirt clean in two as she yanked it off her body...and then the bitch had the nerve to rip Mari's brand new shorts. It was never her intention to strip in front of Anita, but then what about her current situation counted as intended? 

And still Anita was spouting her rhetoric and Mari, through her struggles to breathe, managed to laugh. "But aren't you assaulting me?" Mari asked as her legs flailed about, "Isn't that a male act? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were about to force yourself on me which is what the scary Patriarchy does, right?" Mari was well aware that her words might only serve to goad Anita harder, but that moment of hesitation would be enough for her to kick the girl square in the knees and put some distance between them.

She was fighting for her rights after all.