Olivia Blink is the center of attention

As the door creaked open, Olivia could hear busy chatter and conversation both behind the counter and amongst the patrons. It was a more crowded-than-usual morning at The Owl, but nothing inexplicable. Olivia glanced around, and saw that the mood was upbeat, people seemed to be feeling good about whatever brought them in.

"It's a nice day out. Maybe the good weather has inspired some folks to ... I don't know ... read? Drink coffee?"

She laughed at herself and stepped back behind the counter. She grabbed an apron and tied it around her waist, and then looked down the line and saw Evan and Tyler, huddled in a corner together, and Traci, watching Olivia arrive, arms folded.

"Hey Trace. How's the morning?"

Traci smiled and nodded, not answering but not ignoring. "So," she said. She often started conversations this way, launching with some kind of performatively presentational word, as if the next statement was going to be the statement of the day. "So," she said a second time, a little less sure of herself.

"You okay, Traci?" Olivia furrowed her brow. She looked past Traci and saw that Evan and Tyler were surreptitiously glancing at her. "What's going on?"

"Maybe you should tell me?"

Olivia looked around, starting to get uneasy. "I ... I don't think I know what you're talking about."

She started to panic a little. Did I accidentally screw up the cash box? Did I forget to order replacement flavor bottles? Did I ... I don't know what I did!

"I don't know what I did!" she said aloud, realizing she was on the verge of crying, but didn't know why.

Traci put a hand out. "Whoa, calm down. It's just ... it's weird, is all."

"What is?"

Traci looked back at Evan and Tyler, and then took a few steps toward Olivia, as if to talk to her in greater confidence.

"Is this about the TikTok the other day?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, so ... you want to talk about it?"

Olivia was confused. "No, I -- I don't really want to, but -- I don't -- I -- I don't think I know why I'm upset. What happened?"

"Your boyfriend ..."

"Brian?" Olivia sounded scared. "What happened? Did something happen to him?"

Traci smiled. "No, not that I know of."

"Well what the fuck, Traci? You're making this sound like some kind of crime scene. What the hell is going on?"

Traci glanced over the counter, noticing that some patrons had looked up when Olivia raised her voice. "Relax, Liv."

"No! I ... I can't relax, you're being super weird, and I feel like I'm being pranked or something, and it's not cool!" Olivia also caught sight of patrons staring at her, but she wasn't backing down.

"Olivia," Traci said. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Why did you use my whole name? And why did you ask about Brian?" Olivia's mind raced through thoughts of their night together, how he was gone in the morning without a word, how she assumed he had gone to the gym like always, but maybe it something else, maybe it was something sinister ... she lost focus and couldn't think straight.

Again, Traci turned her head to check in with Tyler and Evan. Tyler got up and walked forward, holding out his phone, which he handed to Olivia. Olivia felt her heart racing, and found herself scared to look at the screen. She could tell, from a small distance, that it was some social media thing, but couldn't see details. Tyler nudged the phone toward her, nodding his head as if to make clear the offer. Olivia slowly took it from his hands, turned it, and studied the screen.

It was TikTok. It was the same username as the thing from the other day, barbaroni2727. And it was a series of images, the first of which was another block of text. As Olivia read, she slowly swiped through the series of images, each of which was a continuation of the text.

"Let's try something new," she said, luring her lover toward the bedroom. Candles were already lit, the room had a natural romantic glow about it. There was a lavender and vanilla scent in the air, and as she surveyed the room and rested her eyes across the way on the tall man opposite her, she felt the mood was set. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"What did you have in mind?" the man replied.

She dropped her silk robe, revealing a matching black bra and panties. She took slow steps toward him, her hips swinging from side to side. "Do you like this look?" she said. She placed a hand on his chest, running her fingers down his front, grazing her touch past the waistband of his boxers and across the front, where she felt the unmistakable bulge of his growing cock. "Mm, big boy."

He put his hands on her body, touching her neck, her shoulders, her arms. He leaned and kissed her, almost using that as a distraction so he could pull away her bra straps. She was happy to be handled this way, and hoped only that the loosened bra strap was merely the beginning.

[SWIPE]

"Follow me," he said to her, leading her to the bed. He lifted her with his strong arms, and placed her down on the mattress, and then climbed up himself. He lay back, and steered his partner around so that her ass faced him. He gripped her, his big palms clutching her taut and firm skin. He thrust his face into her pussy, savoring her flavor, teasing her clit, driving his thick tongue into her slit.

"Oohhhhhh," she moaned, her body shaking, her knees quivering. She put her hands on his legs, and shifted her position so she could return the oral pleasure on his cock. She pushed his boxers down, freeing his rigid member.

[SWIPE]

Just as she slipped her lips around her partner's throbbing cock, she felt his fingers join his tongue in pursuit of her pussy. As challenging as it was to focus, she found the will to wrap her tongue around this thick, full, wide dick, veins bulging, and the faintest hint of pre-cum on the tip.

She sucked hard, knowing she could lead him on, and hoping that it wouldn't be so much that he came early. She had plenty more in store, and --

"What ... why are you -- I mean, what's the point? What's the --?" Olivia lowered her hands, and made inconsistent eye contact with her co-workers.

"Keep reading," Traci said softly.

She had plenty more in store, and she wanted to get him as worked up as possible so she could make the most of the evening.

She felt her lover go deeper into her hot and steaming pussy, and she responded by taking his giant cock deep into her throat, sucking him to the balls. The angle, as they sixty-nined, wasn't necessarily the most ideal for deep throating, but she gave it her best effort -- and was rewarded with the feeling of his cock twitching against her hands and lips.

[SWIPE]

She felt a pat on her ass, a soft but energetic touch, which she recognized as her partner's indication that they should shift positions. She crawled over his legs, staying on the bed, and most importantly, keeping his cock in her mouth. Eventually, he slid back, pulling his wet and hard dick free from her grasp, and he climbed off the bed.

"Turn around," he said slyly. "That hot little ass of yours is so sexy ..."

She smiled, and did as she was told. Shifting her knees, rotating her body, she positioned herself with her feet hanging off the bed behind her, propping up her body with her hands. She turned and watched over her shoulder as her lover took another moment to rub and fondle her ass, and lick out her snatch a few more times.

"Hey, no fair!" she chided. "I don't have anything to put into my mouth ..."

"You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

She shook her head, smiling at him, giggling.

"You want ... more ... don't you?"

This time, Olivia dropped her hands more forcefully. "Okay, so it's porn. Someone wrote porn, put it on your TikTok feed, and now you're showing me."

"Well, I didn't exactly put it on my feed, that's not quite how TikTok works," said Tyler.

"I don't care about how it works!" Olivia screamed. She felt the room go silent, and as she panned her eyes across the area, every patron was looking at her.

"Nothing here, friends," said Evan loudly. "We're just watching some ... some TikTok ..." he said the last word with an odd emphasis. "Isn't that right, Olivia?" he said, more as a performance for the patrons than for anyone else.

"Why aren't you calling me 'Liv'?"

"That is your name," asked Traci. "Isn't it? Olivia?"

Evan jumped forward. "Yeah. It is. Olivia Blink. It's your name. And who cares how TikTok works. Keep reading." He had an almost evil smile as he stared at Olivia.

"Why?"

"Just ..." Evan made an impatient grunt and flicked his fingers toward her, obnoxiously ushering her along.

Olivia sighed and glared. She didn't like this at all, but she felt obligated to go through with it. Something about the scenario suggested that she'd feel worse if she pushed back or tried to leave. After all, it's just reading ... isn't it? She looked at Traci again, hoping for an exit from this nightmare, but finding nothing. With a sigh, she looked at the phone again.

[SWIPE]

She nodded eagerly.

"I thought so." He kept squeezing and fondling her ass. As he did, he wriggled his body up to hers and pressed against her. His cock was just about at the height of her pussy, and he could feel her warmth, even to the point of some of her juices rubbing against the tip of his dick. He pulled her ass downward, and rubbed against her opening, teasing her.

"Mm," she moaned, grinding against him.

"You like that?" he asked.

She let out another satisfied sound. "You know I do."

He nodded, still rubbing her ass with his hands and his own body against hers. "Good. Then I hope you'll like this, too."

With that, he stepped back, lifted his arm, and crashed down against her ass in a firm, tight, forceful spank. She shrieked in response, but didn't move, other than an instinctual flinch. He lifted his hand again, and gave her a second spank, and then a third. Each one stung more than the previous, and she could feel the heat from his hand against her flesh.

She staggered to catch her breath, shocked by her lover. He had never done this, they had never even discussed it. And she didn't even know it was something she liked, until this moment.

[SWIPE]

He struck her again, somehow even more sharply than the first few. The angle at which his palm met her ass made a piercingly loud noise, and caught her mid-breath such that she lost control of her body for a moment and fell forward.

As she struggled to regain composure, as she collapsed against the mattress, panting, she turned over her shoulder to look back, her face a combination of anguish and ecstasy.

"Brian?"