Play with awareness

The duo entered the noisy establishment and scanned the crowd for their friends. finding them in a booth near the back. Arthur stopped at the bar to order their drinks while Bridget went to sit. His heart was beating out of his shirt as he waited for someone to break the illusion. Any moment, someone would call out Bridget's slutty appearance, and she'd finally realize how weird it was to be wearing his cum. But no one made a scene, and she was ogled the usual amount for a Friday night. Arthur grabbed two tall beers and met with his friends who were all laughing together oblivious to Bridget's strange new look. He had to check what they were thinking about it. "So, what do you guys think of Bridget's look right now? Pretty good makeup right?" The three friends looked at him strangely. Donna spoke up first.

"It looks nice. Did you do something different with it?" Donna was the shyest girl Arthur knew, but she wasn't fazed my spunk drying to her friends face. Justin agreed with his girlfriend's assessment.

"Yeah it looks like her usual night out look. Which is hot." He added, earning an elbow jab to the ribs.

"Thanks guys. I'm happy with how it turned out." Bridget smiled, gratefully taking her drink from a stunned Arthur. He could smell the musky aroma of his own fluid lingering around the table, and the slight panting of everyone seated there indicated that their bodies were aware of the scent as well, even if their brains weren't sure why. The cum covered woman lifted her mug to her pursed lips, her solid neck bobbing with each swallow. She let out a satisfied sigh and licked her lips clean of both the bubbly beverage and his sticky splooge. Arthur's make up brush was ready to apply another coat just from this lewd display. She blissfully smiled at him, an erotic sight for his horny eyes. "Wow, which brand did you order? It tastes so good." She took another long drink, relishing the unique aftertaste.

"Uh, I just asked for the house brew." He fumbled a terrible lie, but she bought it. Her glass was quickly drained, and she got up to get herself another one. Arthur hadn't even touched his as he looked at his phone with reverence. It was 9:30PM. The small timer near his lone gem indicated a midnight countdown, presumably adding more gems. He hadn't seen any app shop, so there must not be a way to buy gems. He chuckled at the poor marketing tactic, but he realized whatever imbued this app with power probably didn't need money. Seeing there wasn't much he could do until his pay hour hit, he looked once more at the current makeup command for Bridget. No one thought anything about her jizz look was strange, but what if only she did? He assured himself that any panic that was caused could be undone by switching the awareness back. With the steady finger, he allowed others to be aware of the command.

As Bridget blended through the crowd to the bar top, a few customers turned up their nose at the salty aroma that followed her. She snuck a sniff to her armpits, noting the usual after work smell, but nothing too offensive. She shrugged at the prudes and flagged down the bartender. The bartender offered a friendly smile, which soon faltered to a confused stare when she saw the fresh cum sliding down her customer's cheeks. "Could I get another of the house beer? It's delicious." Bridget handed over a few bills to cover the tab and tip, and the bartender poured her a fresh drink, never taking her eyes off the mess on Bridget's pale face. The server offered Bridget some extra napkins, which she took with a look of confusion. "Thanks!" She turned and walked back to her table, but was blocked by a rowdy looking group of gentlemen, emboldened by liquid courage to approach the bukkaked amazon. She steeled herself for another cheesy pickup line.

"Hey, hot stuff." The lead of the bunch began. "Do you need you makeup touched up at all?" The rest of his cronies chuckled along, but Bridget was just stunned by the strange flirting attempt.

"No? Thanks, but my friend can take care of that." She gestured to her table, and the drunks laughed at the man she was specifying.

"That runt? No wonder there's so little on you. I could give you a whole faceful. You want that, sexy?" He hefted his average bulge as offering, and she almost snorted at his bravado. She easily stepped through the group and continued to her table. She looked at the dumbstruck faces awaiting her.

"Bridget! What the hell happened to you?" Justin asked, shifting in his seat at the in front of him. Donna glared at him and he meekly looked at his shoes.

"Oh it was just some sloppy pervs, couldn't hold their liquor and were getting cocky. I took care of them." Bridget assured her friends. Despite her own strength, men seemed to just always try to protect her. She assumed it was their own low self esteem trying to compensate.

"Bridget...your face!" Donna tried to explain the situation to her friend, but Bridget just rubbed her cheek, curiously looking at the dry crust on her fingers.

"Yeah they were talking about it, too. Pigs thought I wasn't wearing enough. Is it smudged? I don't have a compact on me. I'll check in the bathroom." She took a quick sip of her beer, frowning that it didn't have the same taste as before, then she rose to go to the woman's room. Arthur looked at his remaining friends, who were gaping at each other, unsure of what to say first. It was Justin who found the courage first.

"That...was semen, right?" Donna hid her face in her hands at the mention.

"God, Justin, how can you just say it like that?"

"Well, it's true isn't it? It sure smelled like it."

"How, did we not notice before? It's not that dark in here." As Donna and Justin continued to try and figure out what they just saw, Arthur decided to end the awareness before a more confident drunk tried something with her. The couple sitting with him were still going back and forth, but about a different subject.

"Some men are just pigs like that. Right, Arthur?" Justin waited for Arthur's response, but he hadn't heard the question. "We were talking about those creeps who commented on Bridget's makeup. I know I've had to step up to punks who said that kind of shit to Donna." He hugged her closer as he declared his love for her, and she expressed herappreciation for his help dealing with flirting guys.

"Maybe I should check on her." Donna said before Arthur received a text from Bridget.

"I need you to fix my makeup. Get in here." Arthur read aloud. "Guess she wants me to check on her." Donna relented easily. This command seemed to rewrite Arthur as her friend that also helps with makeup, so this wasn't an odd request to anyone but him. As he walked to the back of the bar he pondered how her awareness would react to knowing what she was smearing on her face. He knocked on the women restroom door, and Bridget quickly pulled him into the vacant room inside.

"Thanks so much, I didn't realize how bad it had gotten. Here I'll take care of it." She pushed him onto the porcelain seat, shocking him into submission as she squatted on her strong legs to yank his jeans and boxers down in one swift tug. "I know you usually produce quick, but we know how much faster it will be with a woman's touch." All these casual references to past times the two of them had done this were still surreal to Arthur, and he quickly rose to full staff again. "See what I mean? I know what gets you going." She pumped her muscular arms quickly and confidently, and Arthur barely had time to toggle the awareness switch. Bridget's quick wrist froze at the base of his cock and her eyes grew steadily with her panicked breath. "WhatTheFuckWhatTheFuckWhatTheFuck?" She let go of his meat, a strand of precum trying to keep them together. She looked up at his blushing face, both too shocked to say anything. Her pupils contract, and she reaches up to pluck a large glob of jizz off of her eyelid. She stretched it between her thumb and forefinger, confirming her disgusted fear. She staggered back on her crouched heels, falling against the stall door as her only clean hand ripped out yards of toilet paper to clean off her face. She climbed to her feet and stumbled to the sinks, cleaning her face fully of the dried spunk. She turned to Arthur, still seated on the toilet, his dick twitching, so close to bursting. "Why did I...Why was I... oh, God why am I kneeling?" As much as her powerful form strained to run for the bathroom door, Bridget watched herself return to between her coworker's legs, and her hand returned to stroking. "Arthur, What's happening? I can't stop!" Her pumping fist was slick with precum and her massaging fingers expertly brought him to another orgasm. This was his first at the hands of another person, and the person was his sexy best friend. Bridget groaned in disgust and then in panic when her neck craned, not away from the flowing jizz, but closer to the source. Her wrist flicked deftly, spreading his seed widely across her disgusted face. She finished her look with her lipstick again, her frustrated whimpers making his shrinking cockhead twitch a few more dribbles onto her waiting mouth.

Finally released from the compelled makeover, her hand released his dick and she staggered back to the mirrors. Arthur quickly lifted his pants back up and approached his speechless friend. Her quivering hands would approach a glob of spunk, but never making contact. "I...can't." Bridget was muttering to herself. "I...need to wear it." She looked ready to burst into tears as her subconscious told her this was her make up for the rest of her life. Arthur felt terrible, and quickly shifted her awareness to off again. Instantly, Bridget's tears ceased and she dabbed them away, careful not to smudge her mascara. "Thanks so much, Arthur. I don't think those guys could complain about my lack of makeup now." She offered him an appreciative kiss on the cheek and left him stunned in the woman's restroom. "Sorry about the lipstick mark. Maybe it will impress some girls, and you'll get lucky tonight" was the last thing she said before the door closed behind her.