AN Day 6 - Help Moxxi

"Need a hand?" You grab some of Moxxi's bags.

"Thanks, kid," she says. These two are minor celebrities, and not used to this. The camp is nice and all... but it's not very hollywood. And they have to share a coach cabin, but at least it has separate bedrooms.

You put down her bags in her room, and she is already taking off her jacket and loosening up her blouse, revealing even more cleavage. She is your mother's age, but she just does not act like it.

"OK, kid. What's your name?"

You already introduced yourself...

"It's Riley," you say, and she absently shakes your hand and grabs your shoulder, looking into your eyes.

"Which one of these teams are you on? Team A? Team B?" she asks.

"Um, Pink Team," you say.

"OK. Thanks for your help today, Riley. Pink Team's my favorite team. You want to do me one more favor?"

"Sure," you say. Your mom will be so jealous when you tell her you met Moxxi. Maybe if you can get on Moxxi's good side, she will sign something for you...

"This place sucks," Moxxi says.

"Oh."

"I need some stuff. What's your number?"

You give it to her, and she texts you a list.

"Can you help?" she asks.

It's... a shopping list. She's basically treating you like an assistant. Sending you out for coffee and things... but instead of coffee, it's booze. You aren't even 21, but no one has ever carded you. It's probably fine.

"Sure," you say.

"Thank. Go Team Pink. Or Pink Team. Whatever," she says, pushing you out of the cabin.

Actually, it would be good for the team if one of the announcers was a fan... obviously.

You take the list she texted you and grab an uber into the city. First she wants... a comfy bathrobe. Then bath bombs. Some very specific snacks. And finally booze. It looks like she wants whisky, and lots of it. You buy that and check the list. The last item is... wait a minute.

You google it. It's a dildo! Did she mean to put this on her shopping list for you?

You text her to ask.

She texts back: 'b/c theres no men here obv'

That's... the reply. OK. You have your driver take you to the big sex shop at the mall and go check out their dildo selection.

The one Moxxi wants is a fleshy pink, with lots of details to make it realistic, like veins and stuff... it even has a little pump and some cream you put in there to act like semen.

Hmm... there's one left, but you could tell Moxxi that they're out of stock. If she's this **** for, you know...

You look at the dildo, then put it back on the shelf.

"I offer myself as tribute," you say to yourself. Another girl shopping for vibrators looks at you like you're crazy.

On the way back to camp, you text your mom that you are running errands for Moxxi.

FOR REAL?? she texts back.

You get back to camp and find Moxxi in a towel, removing her makeup... she looks a little different without it, but she's an attractive woman no matter what... and the towel is riding up a bit as she bends forward to look at the mirror.

"Got my robe?" she asks.

Lulu is in the other room, watching TV.

"Right here," you say.

"Thanks." Moxxi drops her towel with no hesitation. You pale skin and big, heavy breasts, a tattoo or two, and then she has the robe on.

You set down the shopping bags.

"There's one thing I couldn't find," you say.

"What?" She's back at the mirror.

"Your little friend."

She scowls. "Damn it."

"Sorry. If you need a substitute, I might know someone," you say. "You're a fan of Pink Team, right?"

"Sure, kid. Big fan," Moxxi says.

"I'll do anything for a fan," you tell her.

She stares at you.

"Oh. You're one of those. You horny little slut," she says, but then laughs. "I love it! You got moxie, kid. Keep it in your pants. But let me buy you a drink."

Actually you bought the booze, but OK.