Transfixed | S1 E10 | The Tea Party

Lena Moon floats through a meadow in her baby-blue dress and thigh-highs, light on her feet, almost bored, when a stuffed rabbit perched on a stump gives her a sideways wink. Odd. Two steps later the woods turn downright sarcastic: a cupcake in a teacup dangling from a branch, a gold pocket watch swinging like it owns the place, and a trail of oversize playing cards stamped into the grass. Curiosity wins; she follows the makeshift road until she bumps her toe on a tiny blue vial. Down it goes. The next thing she knows she’s standing in front of a pastel gingerbread cottage. Door’s open. Naturally she walks in. Inside it looks like a child’s fever dream—stuffed bears balanced on shelves, card suits painted on every wall. On the far table sits a mountain of pastries and, lounging at the head like she owns the mortgage, April O’Neil. April’s surrounded by cake but her eyes land straight on the bulge under Lena’s skirt. In three quick strides she’s yanked Lena into her lap, flipped up the blue hem, and is working Lena’s cock with lazy, practiced fingers. The next moment her mouth replaces her hand—hot, wet, relentless—until Lena’s knees shake and her breathing turns ragged. When Lena’s near the edge April slides forward, leans over the cluttered table, and looks back with a grin. Lena steps in, grips hips, and gives April exactly what she’s been smirking for. The table rocks; pastries tumble; Lena feels a dumb, blissful hope that this Wonderland won’t dump her back in reality the second she finishes.