TikTok

I rolled out of bed, grabbed my tablet and pulled up TikTok. This had become my daily morning ritual, ever since Thriller had begun posting videos online.

She may not have been the most powerful superhero, but she was, without a doubt, the sexiest. Known for tantalizing displays of her luscious body in her trademark skimpy outfits, Thriller had gained a huge following on social media. Her first upload, a selfie flying video in a strappy two-piece swimsuit, had made TikTok history by shattering all previous viewing records within 24 hours.

This morning, her video was entitled “Millionth viewer gets a kiss!” I felt my heart flutter with excitement as my eyes darted to the view count.

“1.0m”

Could it really be? I didn’t know whether to believe it. Wasn’t this too good to be true?

I hadn’t quite wrapped my mind around what it meant when a message notification popped onto the screen. I touched the screen with my trembling finger.

“Congratulations! I’ll be at your house in a few to give you your reward… ;)”

I felt my mouth go dry, my fingers go numb. She was coming… here? Now? I scrambled to put on some clothes, then ran into the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and splash water on my face.

Shit! I was so not ready for this! 

Still not entirely convinced that this was really happening, I refreshed the screen, heart racing. She had announced the winner in a post… with my handle tagged.

It. Was. Actually. Fucking. Real.

I heard a tap on the back window of my bedroom and whirled to look.

Oh, my God… It was HER! Long, red hair waving in the breeze as she hovered just outside, her white strappy T-shielded costume—my favorite of her many revealing outfits—barely contained her curvaceous, athletic body.

I straightened my shirt and walked toward the window. As I did, however, I noticed a small speck growing larger behind her. Something was approaching! As it grew closer, I revised my thought. Or maybe, some… one.

I recognized her. It was Showtime, supervillainess extraordinaire and longtime adversary of Thriller. I felt my eyes widen as I frantically pointed, attempting to alert Thriller to the rapidly closing danger.

Her head swiveled to spot Showtime at the last moment. She dodged away just in time, and Showtime missed her, crashing through my bedroom window in a spray of glass. I dove behind the bed for cover, then peeked over the mattress to see what was happening.

Thriller swooped around, flew inside my room and landed gracefully on the carpet at the far side of my room.

I had a freaking superhero battle going on in my BEDROOM… right before my eyes!

The two women traded blows, blocking, spinning, kicking, and punching faster than I could visually track. It was like watching an MMA fight from ten feet away—if the fighters were striking with the power of a freight train.

I could feel the wind blowing my hair back with each superhumanly fast movement, the concussive reverberations of every earth-shattering blow rattle my chest.

Showtime grabbed onto one of the straps of Thriller’s costume and pulled it toward her, away from Thriller’s body, before releasing it to snap back into her breasts. It struck with supersonic speed, like a gunshot.

“Mother fucker!” cried Thriller, rubbing her sensitive flesh with her fingers between the straps. “You know how sensitive I am there!”

As Thriller glared, Showtime just gave her a dark, knowing smile.

The casual, bantering comment—and especially the look in Showtime’s eyes in reaction to it—right in the middle of the fight seemed odd. I began to wonder if there was more to their relationship than anyone knew. Was there some sort of frenemy thing going on here? Like Batman and Catwoman, maybe?  As my eyes scanned Showtime’s luscious profile, nearly the equal of Thriller’s, I felt one eyebrow rise. Interesting…

Thriller scowled, then unleashed a vicious right hook into Showtime’s jaw, sending her through my dresser to the floor. Wood crackled and clattered as my clothes flew across the room.

I pulled an errant shirt—having landed on my head after the destruction of my poor dresser—from my eyes to watch Showtime rise, once more, to her feet.

She rushed Thriller and tackled her to the floor, then rained powerful punches to her exposed abs and delicate jaw. After the first few blows hit home, rocking her with their prodigious might, Thriller crossed her arms in front of her, blocking the beautiful villain’s next two strikes. She swept her arms to the side, shoving Showtime, launching her into the drywall on the far side of the room.

As Showtime rose and dusted herself off, Thriller pulled a glowing net from somewhere inside her costume. I knelt there, behind my bed, incredulous. How on earth could she store anything inside those thin straps?!!

Somehow, she had, however, and she was waving it over her head like a lasso. As Showtime rushed her once more, Thriller let the net fly. It found its target, weighted corners whirling around her several times, pulling the net tautly around her shapely form.Iridescent strands ensnared her, and she dropped to the floor. She clutched at the glimmering fibers, attempting to tear the mesh away from her. The voluptuous villainess struggled against it, but its pulsing light seemed to be sapping her strength by the second. Her violent thrashing grew less and less spirited until she was a shuddering lump on the ground.

Thriller let out a long, slow breath, straightening and relaxing her shoulders. She cast a quick glance in my direction, perhaps making sure I was okay, then returned her eyes to Showtime. Walking over to the trembling woman, she lifted the net with one hand, raising her adversary off the ground, then flung it out the window to land on the grass outside.

Thriller wiped her hands, her ruby lips curling upward into a satisfied smile. Then, she turned to me. I felt my breath catch.

“I knew that Showtime couldn’t resist such a public opportunity to catch me by surprise. It’s kinda her M.O. Thank you for helping me out with that,” she said with a dazzling smile.

She extended a hand, and I took it, feeling an electric tingle where she touched me. Her slender fingers wrapped around mine and pulled me upward with ease.

Now that I was upright, she sized me up with her luminous cobalt eyes. She seemed to like what she saw because her eyes were alight, her mouth forming a slight smile.

She leaned in, puckering her perfect, scarlet lips and pressed them into mine. They were satiny soft, caressing mine with light, skillful ease. Pyrotechnics exploded behind my closed eyelids. My knees weakened as her lips became my entire world. It lasted only a few seconds, but… wow… they were the best few seconds of my life!

I felt the delicate softness of her mouth pull away from mine, leaving me feeling hollow after the brimming, emotional fullness of the previous instant. Her lips brushed past my cheek on their way to my ear.

“You’re cute,” she said in her velvety voice. “If you’re up for it, maybe I’ll give you a different kind of thrill sometime…” she whispered into my ear. 

As she pulled back, I saw her arm outstretched, phone in hand, taking a video of our magical moment, a video I knew I’d be watching about a hundred thousand more times. Her eyes sparkled and a mysterious smile graced her lips as she hit submit.

“You know how to reach me…” she clucked coyly. “Tik. Tok.”

She gave me a long-lashed wink, then flew away.

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