Cum On Babe, Take Me Shopping

Billy’s glued to his screen with the boys, headset half-on, swearing at whoever sniped him last. Alexis pads in wearing that robe thing that barely bothers to close. She says he promised—today, shopping, cute undies and lingerie and silk shit. He waves one hand like she’s a pop-up ad. Then she drops the robe. Real slow. Underneath she’s got nothing but the skin she woke up in, tits sitting perky, nipples already tight, smooth belly leading down to the smooth strip between her thighs. Billy’s eyes do the math twice and his thumb slips off the joystick. She takes another step, hips rolling like a dancer on lunch break. “You buying me the lace set or the silk one?” she asks, voice butter-soft. He stammers something about next round. She turns, grabs the waistband of his sweats with one finger, tugs like she’s ring-checking a bell. No contest. The guys are yelling into comms; Billy hits mute, because shopping just jumped every other boss fight on his list.