Xandra.

Xandra and Spike emerged from the mall, the former swinging the fancy and brightly coloured paper shopping bag as she walked. The bag weighed next to nothing, half a dozen sets of women's underwear ranging from a bikini, a couple of sets of sports bras and booty shorts and a few items of skimpy and lacy panties and underwired bras that Lizzie had insisted Xandra needed, added up to less material than a single pair of jeans. The only bulkier purchase Xandra had made, she had chosen to wear immediately.

"I didn't think those knockers could get more impressive, but bloody hell, I was mistaken," Spike commented, his eyes drawn to Xandra's bust by the hypnotic jiggle of her breasts with each step. "You walk home looking like that, and you'll end up in the back of a squad car for soliciting."

Xandra was wearing an emerald green and black corset as a top, her already outstanding firm breasts pushed up and together by the tightly cinched laces to produce a cleavage of traffic-stopping proportions. Her titflesh quivered with each footfall and movement, and as she kept twisting around and readjusting the rear of her jeans, her pushed-up and compressed mounds were in constant motion. Xandra glanced down, a smile spreading across her face as she stared down into the valley between her firm globes with narcissistic appreciation.

"At least the girls are not bouncing all over the place anymore," Xandra replied with a giggle that sent another ripple through her exposed titflesh. "It's this matching thong that's distracting me. It's right up the crack of my ass."

"Lucky thong," Spike muttered to himself, earning a suspicious glare from Xandra, who had not quite heard the whispered comment."Uh, lucky thing I have my bike. I can give you a lift if you want."

"Um, sure, thanks," Xandra accepted doubtfully. "I was going to stop off on the way, though. I could do with a drink and a bite to eat, I'm famished."

"No problem," Spike eagerly amended his offer. "I could swing by the Bronze easy enough. The fry-up is almost as good as a full English, and the deep-fried blooming onion is out of this world. The trick is freezing the onion after you cut it so it holds its shape. Looks just like a rose blossoming."

"Sounds better than eating stale fried cardboard from McDonald's," Xandra agreed. "You got a date."