What would happen if the BVA girl would strip in front of V while he is doing a livestream? (Behind the camera of course?) 😋😊
“Can I help you?” he asked with a smirk, his eyes aimed at her cleavage, right where she wanted them as she crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned over the backside of his filming set-up.
“I’m about to jump on,” he said, waving at all his gear, his game queued up, his camera on. “Isn’t Alex working out or something? Go watch him do sit-ups.”
She huffed. “He went to the gym. I don’t want to leave the house.”
“Go get our fearless dictator,” Valter sighed, clicking and typing a short response on his computer.
“Bill’s Skyping with his...handlers or whoever.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, baby girl. You can hang out in here, but I’m starting in like two minutes and I’ll be here for awhile.”
She sighed and flopped into a chair, curling up in it and watching listlessly as he made some final adjustments, fired off a few messages, and posted a heads up that he was going live.
She behaved herself for awhile, but watching Valter play a game without even seeing the game was not curing her boredom. Instead all of his faces and exclamations when something went wrong, his low tones when he was answering random questions, it was actually very...amusing. Arousing, even, the way his eyes focused on his screen or he pouted his lips for no good reason or took off his headphones, ran his hands through his hair which was absolutely no use, then puffed out his cheeks as he leaned forward to resume the game.
He didn’t look up at first when she stood, but then when she just hovered there, his eyes darted to her. The next time he spared a glance, there was a clear warning because she’d shimmied out of her shorts. His brows took on a semi-permanent furrow as she took her bra off under her shirt, sliding it out from her sleeve.
“What am I mad about?” he said, reading off a question. “My roommate is being a little pest.”
She bit back a giggle and slid her panties off, flinging them gently. They smacked soundlessly against the back of his monitor, and he glared openly at her.
“Hang on a second, guys.”
He paused the stream, rounded the desk, and got in her face. “I’m fucking working.”
“I’m fucking bored,” she snapped back. She crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her shirt up and off, completely naked in front of him. “Play with me.”
She grabbed his fingers and slid them between her legs, and she saw his jaw twitch when he realized she was wet. He jerked away from her, though, taking her arm and guiding her to the door. He opened it and called down the hallway.
The Swede in question popped his head out of the office, alarmed. “What?!”
“Take this,” Valter snarled. “And don’t let it come until I’m finished with my live.”
Bill sighed and crossed his arms, giving her an expectant look. She demurely folded her hands in front of her and bounced up and down slowly on her toes.
“Soooo...whatcha doin’?” she asked in a song-song voice.
Bill smirked and shook his head. “Apparently, I’m meant to be getting you all fired up for the drama queen. Have you been naughty?”
She grinned, shaking her head. “Do I look naughty?”
Bill didn’t respond. He pointed to her bedroom, and she skipped in, bouncing on the bed.
“I’d wipe that satisfied look off your face, if I were you, kitten,” Bill scolded as he began rolling up his sleeves. “You won’t be giggling by the time Valter is through.”
“Pfft. I’m not afraid of Valter.”
Bill put a hand to her sternum and pushed her back onto the mattress, pinning her there. He lowered his lips to her ear. “You should be.”