Friend or foe?

“So how are we going to take this puta down?” Mira asked, watching her friend’s ass jiggle as they walked down a hallway.

“I figured one of us could pretend to fall for her hologram trick, while the other waits for the real woman to attack, and grab a hold of them.” Caveira said.

“Ah. Claro.” Mira said. She bit her lip as she continued to watch Caveira’s tan globes bounce about.

“Wait a second.” Caveira said, stopping in her tracks.

“What’s-“ Mira started to say something, but was interrupted by Caveira harshly shushing her. The duo stopped by an open doorway; Mira, still covering her breasts, looked around the hallway, while Caveira looked into the dark room.

“Ay! What the hell?!” Caveira shouted, as she felt Mira’s shirt get whisked away from her waist. She turned to face Mira, with her hands over her crotch.

“Que?” Mira asked, as she looked over at her teammate.

“I told you what would happen if you screwed with me.” Caveira growled.

“What are you talking ab-“ Mira felt fabric in her hand, and looked down to see the remnants of her shirt were hanging off of her fingers. She looked up at Caveira’s scowling face, then said, “Uhhh. I didn’t do that.”

Caveira narrowed her eyes, then looked down ar Mira’s pants.

“Eek! Hey!” Mira shouted as her pants were whisked down to her ankles. She bent down to pick them up, only to be knocked onto her ass. She squealed as she struggled to pull her pants back over her exposed legs, her breasts jiggling as she did so.

Unfortunately, Mira’s embarrassment was overshadowed by Caveira’s pure, seething rage, and her pants were pulled completely off her body.

“What the hell, puta! I told you I didn’t do that!” Mira exclaimed as she stood up. She draped one arm over her breasts, and moved her free hand down to cover her bare, shaven, crotch.

“Yeah, whatever.” Caveira said, dismissively. As she was about to put on her newly acquired pants, a noise came from the room they were standing next to. She glanced over at Mira, then nodded towards the door.

Mira shook her head. “You can go in there if you want, I’m going to keep guard, out here.”

Caveira rolled her eyes. “What are you so scared of? You have nothing to lose,” she said, “except for that ridiculous helmet of yours.”

Mira frowned. “I’m not going in there.”

Caveira groaned. “Ugh, fine, covarde. You stay here looking pretty.”

Mira stuck her tongue out as Caveira walked into the room. She giggled when she saw that Caveira had forgotten to put the pants on. “Pendeja.” She said.