Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Bodyguard Date

It was time for a big shopping spree. Why? The divorce was done. Stella was finally free from her adulterous whore (as she called him) of a husband. And the best part? So to celebrate, she was going big. She felt great. She was finally free. There was, however, one small matter. Stella called her little friend for company (with zero ulterior motives, obviously). With her contact set, she finished getting ready. From cash to credit, she was armed and set to buy her heart out and shop till she dropped.

One hour later, Stella and Striker were at the mall. The first and most important stop was Lilith Secret. Stella had a list of items from a magazine. She had been wanting to come here for ages. Now she had the chance. One by one, she put outfits together. The last item was special. It was lingerie and some very nice ones at that. This time, Stella asked Striker. Now, he was a professional. He didn't mix business with pleasure, usually. His job was to accompany her and keep her safe. This was not part of his duties. But Striker was clearly red in the face. With a smirk, Stella went back to the changing room. His body language was all she needed.

After shopping, Stella treated her bodyguard to lunch as thanks. She paid for everything as he carried half of the bags. As they ate, everything replayed in his head. On the drive back to the mansion, he was still confused. It wasn't like anything had happened. But he just had a feeling. Whatever said feeling was, it didn't go away as he helped her organize all the clothes and other things. And it wasn't till the drive back home that he realized. Stella had played him. She had gotten him good. Damn her. Yet, there was a wicked grin on his face. Next time, he was going to be ready. If she wanted to play him like that, he was game. Striker never went down without a fight. This was gonna be fun.