Don't Mind Us

Whitney's finally ditched that pest Eliza. New place. New roommate. Spencer Bradley. Even worse than the last one. She's settled in, controller in hand, headset on, online with her crew. Spencer walks straight into the TV, blocking the whole screen like she owns the joint. Wants to ask a question. Whitney sighs and gives her the go-ahead just to get it over with. Spencer needs the room later. She's bringing her girlfriend over. Whitney shoots that down fast—today's her day, her controller, her fucking TV. No deal. Back and forth until Whitney finally says fine, they can use the room. As long as she keeps playing. Afternoon comes. Spencer shows up with Mocha Menage. Right on the couch next to Whitney they go at it, hands all over each other. Whitney tries to ignore them, keep her eyes on the screen. But the shirts come off. Bodies press together. Spanking. Grinding. A bra lands in Whitney's lap and her character eats shit on screen. She tells her team she's done for the night. Turns to the girls and tells them to knock it off. They don't even blink. They just say she can join them instead. Share the fun. That's when it clicks—she's right back where she started, another roommate pulling the same shit. Only this time it sounds better than pretending to play through all this heat. Whitney sets the controller down. Time to play a different kind of game.