TikTok
By HikerAngel



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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