A Secret Surprise

“OK,” Sabrina said. “So there’s this Twitter account.”

“Because all really good stories start like that,” you said.

The three of you were ensconced in a small booth at the front end of the Greek place, each of you eating your own order of Shawarma. Well, that was true until Gemma tried hers, and then eyed yours, and without saying anything you swapped baskets with her. She grinned and leaned over the table to kiss you, and Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Could you two stop being cute for one second so we can get through this story?”

“Sorry,” Gemma grinned.

“You know, it would be easier if you would just let me order for you,” you said.

“That would actually be kinda hot,” Sabrina said.

“But then I wouldn’t get to try things. What if I miss out on something new?” Gemma asked.

“Just- What’s the Twitter account, Sabrina?” you asked.

Sabrina swallowed her mouthful of shawarma and then pulled out her phone. “It’s probably easier if I just show you.” She manipulated her phone for a couple of seconds, then put it face-up on the table and slid it over to you.

You looked down, then immediately covered it with your hands as you looked around to make sure no one was peering over at it. “What the fuck?”

“Look closer,” Gemma prompted you.

You narrowed your eyes and moved your hands away, looking down at the profile. It was called @DaddyDick and had an erect penis as its profile picture with a cartoon face drawn on the head.

And you realized quickly that it was your dick.

“I’ll repeat. What the fuck?”

“It’s a fan account,” Sabrina explained. “I told you I have guy and girl fans, right? Well, I don’t know who it is, but someone has decided to start this account and is roleplaying as… well, as you? But it’s actually more from the perspective of your penis. Look at the first few posts.”

You scrolled down the timeline and saw more pictures of your penis - well, they were screengrabs, not pictures. The account only had about ten posts so far, and each one was written in first person and was detailing ‘adventures’ of ‘Daddy’s Dick’ and your encounters with Sabrina’s OnlyFans persona. It started with the restaurant, and a couple of photos Sabrina had posted mentioning her having fun with you, and the last three were from the video she’d released. As you were watching a ‘new tweets’ notification came up and you refreshed, seeing that the newest tweet was talking about the next video in Sabrina’s releases that she’d started teasing.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you said, sliding the phone back to her.

“Just be flattered,” Gemma suggested.

“My penis has a Twitter account with more followers than my own, and I don’t even control it,” you said.

“Do you use your Twitter account?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, no,” you said.

“Then that doesn’t matter,” Sabrina continued. “Look, you have fans. I have fans. Nothing else here, between us, or in the content is changing. I just thought it was funny and showed Gemma, and we knew we needed to tell you. It’s like… it’s like free advertising. And it’s not like anyone is going to recognize it’s you.”

You had to take a long breath, and then stalled further by taking a big bite of shawarma and slowly chewing.

“I guess there’s nothing I could even do about it,” you sighed.

“Nope,” Gemma said. “Plus, I think it’s kinda funny. Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes.

Finishing up your lunches, you took your time walking back, arriving just before one o’clock and getting sat down. The three of you had put on the rush that Garrison had asked for that morning, and even when leaving early for lunch the three of you had cleared out all the ‘high priority’ tasks for the day.

Right at one o’clock, Garrison was knocking on the conference room door. You saw his eyes scan the table, lingering for a long moment on the trash of Andy’s lunch still sitting on the table in front of him, and at the empty seat where Joy wasn’t currently sitting. Then he pointed at you, Gemma and Sabrina. “Follow,” he grunted.

You did, the three of you following Garrison down to the elevators. He brought you down to the first floor, and Becks shot the three of you another concerned glance as Garrison led you through the lobby and into the hallways. He brought you to a small, bare office that had been set up with three dividers on the desk, and three chairs. Each spot had a small stack of papers face down, and three sharpened pencils.

“Pick a seat,” he directed you. Once the three of you were sitting, he checked his watch. “Alright. You’re writing a practice LSAT,” he said. “You have three hours. Go.” Then he left.

You, Gemma and Sabrina blinked and looked at each other in surprise. The door shut with a loud clunk.

The three of you flipped over your papers and it was, in fact, a practice LSAT. It looked like the sort of one you would purchase through a service that people used to help study, and a high-grade one at that. You took another glance at Gemma, who was frowning as she was reading the instructions, and then at Sabrina who was already looking stressed as she was tying her hair back as her eyes darted, wide and panicked, up and down the page.

For the next twenty minutes, the three of you worked feverishly, trying to remember everything from when you’d written the actual test a month ago.

Then you stopped. A thought had occurred to you. A risky one… but was it?

“Hold on,” you said.

Sabrina frowned and glanced up at you. “Shh,” she hushed.

“No, hold on,” you said again. “This is a test.”

“No shit,” Gemma said, looking up at you quickly.

“No,” you shook your head. “I mean this, all of this, is a test.”

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