Coffee For Two,Trouble For Me

So I met Daniel for coffee the next afternoon. Public place. Busy. Safe. I told myself I could handle it.

He looked good. Soft smile. The same careful way he always looked at me. He asked how I slept. I said fine. My pussy was still sore from the night before. I crossed my legs under the table and smiled back.

We talked about nothing important. Work. Weather. Plans for the weekend. My phone sat face-down next to my cup. I had silenced it. I thought that was enough.

Halfway through my coffee it vibrated once. Hard. I glanced down. His friend’s name on the screen. No text. A video.

My stomach dropped. I left it there. Daniel was still talking. I nodded like I was listening. The phone vibrated again. Another message.

I slid my hand under the table and unlocked it with my thumb. The video preview showed skin. My skin. Last night. Me bent over the couch. His hand on my hip. The caption underneath read: “Thought you might want a reminder while you’re with him.”

I locked the phone so fast I almost dropped it. My face felt hot. Daniel tilted his head.

“You okay?”

I said yes. Too quick. He watched me for a second longer than usual. Then he reached across the table and touched my hand.

“You’ve been different the last couple of days.”

My phone vibrated one more time under my palm. I didn’t look. I already knew it was him again.

Daniel’s fingers stayed on mine. Warm. Steady. The complete opposite of the man who had fucked me the night before and was now sending me videos while I sat in a café trying not to fall apart.

Then Daniel’s phone buzzed on the table between us. He glanced at the screen. His expression changed for half a second. He locked it and turned it face-down.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

He looked at me. Really looked. The careful smile was gone.

“My friend just sent me something,” he said quietly. “A video. Of you.”

He did not let go of my hand.

“I think we need to talk about what you’ve been doing with him.”