White Robe Tiktok Novels & Stories

I just needed to dunk, scrub, and escape before anything catastrophic happened. I stepped in. The robe soaked instantly. Great. Now it weighed approximately one million pounds. “Okay,” I called, voice cracking like a twelve-year-old boy, perfect, “I’m in. You can keep ignoring me forever now.” Silence. I grabbed soap and tried to wash under the robe without actually opening it. Which meant I was basically rubbing a rock against my armpit through three layers of wet fabric. Efficiency at its finest. The robe started slipping. First the shoulder, then the whole front sagged like it was trying to defect to the enemy. I yanked it up, slapped water on my neck, and the stupid belt came undone.

"That okay with everyone?" More tips. More messages. But the only approval I want is from the man in the corner who hasn't blinked since I went live. I untie my robe and let it fall open, revealing the pink lace I'm wearing. The chat explodes with fire emojis and tip notifications. Theo's jaw tightens visibly. His fingers curl around the arms of my desk chair so hard his knuckles go pale. Good. "You like this?" I'm asking the camera but I'm looking directly at him. "Want to see more?"