Lisa And Hubert, Dressing Room

"So, like, Hubie, are you and Monnie still a thing, or like, what?" Lisa asked, fixing her hair. She was sitting in front of a mirror in a dressing stall, applying a bit of make up, or rather, a lot of makeup.

"Uh, well, uh, y'know, I'm not sure." Hubert stammered a bit. Obviously there were some rough spots in what was going on between them, for obvious reasons.

"She is, like, totally in love with you though." Lisa turned around, and looked at him.

"Uhm, sure." Hubert sighed, and looked off to the side, still blushing. When Lisa turned, her breasts nearly popped out of her company provided cow-print bikini. It was hard for him to not get worked up over it, but Lisa was oblivious to it.

"I'm totally serious. Like, she's so into you. But, you gotta, like, clutch up, something. I'm totally sure." She flipped her hair and went back to looking in the mirror and stood up.

"What do you think?"

Hubert looked up, and his cheeks got hot. "You uh, look, um..." He had trouble getting his words out, "uh, sexy, yeah! Perfect for the, um, photo shoot."

Lisa did a quick turn around and squeezed her posterior. "You, don't, like, think this makes my butt look big, right? I don't, like, wanna, like, make myself look bad."

"No, uh, no. Your butt is...perfect." Hubert's face entered a perpetual state of redness.
"Yeah, like how so? Do you, like, wanna touch it?" Lisa giggled and turned her back to him.

"Wh-what?!" Hubert was taken aback.

"I'm, just, like, teasing you! You're soooo funny, Hubie!" Lisa laughed and walked out of the dressing room.

Hubert sighed and put his face in his palms.