To the Wine Shop

Noah soon neared the mall’s wine shop, the fake vineyard lighting casting a cheesy glow over the scene. His phone felt heavy in his pocket, he was itching to use again. He didn’t notice the couple at first but then, his eyes caught her, the bridesmaid, standing off to the side like an afterthought. Early twenties, her long floral dress screamed “trying too hard to blend in” weighed down by three shopping bags, one clearly labeled for the bride.

The couple was all over each other, posing like they were on a fucking honeymoon. Marina, the bride, was very handsy, clinging to her husband like she’d won a prize. She laughed too loud, hands pawing his chest, tugging his arm like a leash. “Stop smiling like that…” she giggled, “...you’re gonna make me wanna fuck you right here.”

The guy, Derek, Noah caught from their chatter, chuckled, but his eyes were tired, bored. He let her kiss him, her lips sloppy, performative, like she was auditioning for a reality show. “Can’t help it babe!” he said, brushing her hip.

The bridesmaid, Avery, stood silent, shifting the bags to her other arm, her face blank but her eyes watching. “Hey, Avery,” Marina called, not even glancing back, “you good carrying all that? You’re so quiet.”

“I’m Fine” Avery mumbled.

Noah leaned against a pillar, pretending to read a display about grape varities, his phone already in hand. He opened the app, the camera snapping on, violet outlines locking onto the trio:

MARINA (23)

DEREK (25)

AVERY (22)

He tapped all three, the prompt box glowing. Time to twist this perfect little wedding party into something more exciting. His thumbs moved, each word sharp with purpose:

Marina is no longer Derek’s fiance. She’s their wedding planner, hyper-professional but burning with jealousy, obsessed with both Derek and Avery but stuck behind her helplessness. She dresses to tease but can’t have either. Avery is now Derek’s radiant bride, confident, possessive, and cruelly aware of Marina’s desperation. Derek is infatuated with Avery, blind to Marina’s existence.

He hit Enter.

The air shimmered, a silent pulse. Derek moved first, his arm wrapping around Avery’s waist, his head tilting toward her like she was his fucking sun. His eyes glowed with blind devotion, the kind that made Noah’s stomach churn. “You sure about cabernet?” he asked, voice soft, eager. “I can grab that sparkling rosé you love.”

Avery smiled, slow and smug, her floral dress morphing into a tight white dress, low-cut to show off her tits, the hem short enough to flash her thighs. She was the bride now, the centerpiece, and she fucking knew it. Her hand slid across Derek’s chest, possessive, then lower, grazing his cock through his jeans. “Cabernet’s fine, babe,” she purred, her lips brushing his cheek. “You always know what I need. Please get me that bottle.”

Marina stood frozen for a second, her engagement ring dissolved away, her dress replaced by a sharp blouse and pencil skirt, a leather planner materialized that she clutched to her chest. Her face was a mask of professionalism, but her eyes burned, darting between Derek and Avery, her lips twitching with barely-hidden need.

Avery turned to her, stepping too close, her hand brushing Marina’s arm. “You okay, miss Marina?” she asked, voice dripping with fake concern. “You look… tense.” Her fingers lingered, trailing down Marina’s sleeve, then grazing the curve of her breast. “Flushed, even.”

Marina stiffened, her breath catching. “I’m fine,” she muttered, her knuckles white on the planner.

Avery’s lips curled, cruel and knowing. “Sure you are.” She leaned in, her breath hot against Marina’s ear. “I bet you’re wet just watching him touch me. Too bad you’ll never know what it’s like.”

Marina’s thighs pressed together, her face flushing, but she didn’t speak. Avery laughed, sharp and mean, her hand dropping to Marina’s blouse, popping a button to expose a hint of lace bra. “God, I love how **** you get.”

A couple of seconds later, Derek returned, bottle in hand, his eyes only for Avery. She slid her arm around his waist, her other hand cupping his cock again, stroking him openly. “Perfect,” she purred, kissing him hard, her tongue diving in as Marina watched, frozen, her chest heaving one hand absentmindedly rubbing her crotch through her clothes. Avery broke the kiss, glancing at Marina with a wink. “Stay professional, sweetie. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

Noah watched from a kiosk, his cock twitching at the scene he had orchestrated. Marina’s jealousy was apparent, her body screaming her want while Avery owned the space, her hand still teasing Derek’s bulge like it was her right.