supernatural urban fiction

 

PART 1

🍑 Scene 1: The Setup
Sofi lounges on a pink fur rug, her phone propped up on a stack of designer shoeboxes. She’s wearing jeans so tight they might as well be latex, paired with a cropped Fendi tee that barely contains her chest.

“Heyyy, cuties!” she coos, winking at the camera. “So, like, I saw this trend where girls count money while shaking their ass and—UMM, hello? Why am I just finding out about this?! Let’s fix that.”

She fans out a wad of hundred-dollar bills between her manicured fingers. “Rules are simple, babes: Every time I count a bill… these cheeks clap. The higher the number…” She trails off, arching her back to give the camera a slow, exaggerated wiggle. “…the harder they clap. And if you tip enough? Maybe I count ‘em… with my teeth.”

🔥 Scene 2: The Meltdown
Sofi starts slo $10, $20, $30 each count punctuated by a sultry sway. But when a sugar daddy’s $500 donation notification pops up, she lunges for the phone, squealing.

“OHMYGOD YES! Okay, okay holy shit FIVE. HUNDRED. DOLLARS!” Each number is a deafening, jiggling smack as she drops into a full split, the denim straining dangerously. The comment section erupts:

👉 “THAT ASS IS A NATIONAL TREASURE”
👉 “I just went bankrupt and I regret NOTHING”

💸 Scene 3: The Trap
By $1,000, Sofi’s glowing. Literally. Her fox tail bursts into blue fire, casting shadows as her hips piston in hypnotic rhythm. But then—

“Wait, WAIT…“ A sudden gust from her own tail-flames blows the cash across the room. Sofi scrambles after it, ass in the air, and riiiip—the legendary jeans finally surrender, splitting down the seam to reveal a lace thong.

🐾 Scene 4: The Twist
She freezes. The camera catches her shocked O-face, then—

BZZZT! Her phone dies.

Cut to static… then a new upload an hour later: Sofi curled on the floor, naked but for glitter pasties, eating cold pizza.

“Sooo… lesson learned?” she mumbles, crumbs tumbling down her cleavage. “Next time, maybe wear leggings. Also PLEASEEEE keep sending money—I need new jeans!!! 💋🍑”*

[THE END…?]

 

PART 2

🔥 Scene 1: The Glossy Gambit
Sofi struts into frame, her mirror-black latex bodysuit squeaking with every step. The second-skin sheen clings to every curve, her ass looking like two polished obsidian orbs ready to shatter the internet.

“Okay, babes, ROUND TWO!” she purrs, adjusting her phone. “Last time, denim lost the war. So tonight? We’re going FULL. FUCKING. SHINY.” She slaps her own ass—THWAP—and the sound echoes like a gunshot. “Y’all better be ready to PAY UP, ‘cause this suit doesn’t breathe… and neither will you when I start.”

💦 Scene 2: The Drip Effect
She starts counting $50, $100, $150— ach bill punctuated by a slow, oil-slick hip roll. But latex doesn’t play fair. By $300, sweat beads between her thighs, making the suit squeak like a dog toy with every bounce.

“Ughhh, why is this so…..huff HOT?!” she whines, fanning herself. A sugar daddy’s $1K superchat pops up. “OH SHIT…OKAY, FINE!” She arches into a handstand against the wall, legs spread, counting the cash upside down while her bodysuit threatens to split at the seams.

The comments lose it:
👉 “I JUST WATCHED THIS 87 TIMES”
👉 “SHE’S A MENACE TO FABRIC AND MY WALLET”

🖤 Scene 3: The Catastrophe
At $2,500, disaster strikes. A sweat tsunami pools in the small of her back. Sofi goes for a tornado twerk—and WHOOSH—her feet slide out. She faceplants into the cash pile, ass still jiggling in the air as the latex peels halfway down her waist from the struggle.

“NONONO pant THIS WAS NOT THE VIBE!”

💸 Scene 4: The Aftermath
Cut to Sofi duct-taping the torn suit over her tits, pouting at the camera. “Soooo… latex is definitely a no-go for cardio. BUT!” She grins, pulling out a gold-plated CashApp card. “The good news? We hit $10K in donations. The bad news?”

She peels off the suit with a wet SLURP, revealing a Fendi thong and nothing else. “I need three baths… and a very rich boyfriend to scrub my back. Volunteers? 😘”

[THE END… AGAIN??]

Moral of the Story: Latex + Sofi’s ass = a lawsuit waiting to happen (but the internet loves it).