A Change Of Scene

"Light's not good enough. TARDIS, could you be a dear?"

A flicker, and then Clara and Glorbax were no longer standing in the wardrobe. Instead, they were standing on a grassy hillside, under a clear blue sky. At the bottom of the hillside, some people were picking on the grass, in the shadow of a tall spreading oak tree. They hadn't noticed Clara yet.

"That's more like it," Glorbax said, getting a shot of Clara as she stood with her bare toes in the grass, hands by her sides, giving him a frosty glare. "Earth girls look prettiest in daylight. Know where you are, Clara?"

"Hampstead Heath," snapped Clara, fighting the urge to whimper. She wasn't going to give this pest the pleasure of displaying her embarrassment. Even though she was standing in the middle of a busy London park, in broad daylight, in nothing but her special sexy knickers that were supposed to be for Danny's eyes only, letting him take pictures. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"Of course not. You're too pretty to be stupid. Now, Clara, my fetching little turtledove, do you like standing around on Hampstead Heath in just your knickers?"

"I most certainly do not."

"That's a shame," said Glorbax, thoughtfully, taking a few more snaps of the squirming Clara while he contemplated the situation. "A downright shame, that is. You look like such a luscious little tart. Your boyfriend's a lucky lad, whoever he is. Still, I expect it can't be helped."

"No! No, it can't!"

"You'll have to take them off."

"That's right, I... wait."

"Slowly, please. The lads back at the head office like a bit of a tease."

And he watched in satisfaction, capturing the whole scene in slow-motion as Clara's thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties. Her breasts were squeezed between her forearms, pressed tantalisingly close together as the red silk rolled down her thighs, past the pink stockings that were now the only thing she wore.

"Much better," he said, snapping away as Clara kicked the last remaining scraps of her dignity off the end of her toes. "Sometimes it's nice to get a good look at everything, isn't it? Give us a twirl, now."

He cocked a finger, and his eyes scanned over Clara as she spun for him. Breasts as perky as ever, pleasantly heart-shaped bottom, neat little dark thatch crowning the pretty pink lips of her pussy, framed between her lovely creamy thighs. The camera took it all in, carefully documenting every aspect of her nudity for future reference.

She came to a stop, fidgeting, breathing heavily, still doing her best to **** him with her eyes. "You... ugh! You and that bloody TARDIS deserve each other!"

"I agree," said Glorbax, picking up Clara's sexy little red knickers and stuffing them into his pocket as a souvenir. "One last snap for the road, then. Until next time."

"...next time?"

"Of course there's a next time, love. Time travel costs money, you know. Did you really think the TARDIS would let you ride for free?"

And with a puff of smoke, he disappeared. Leaving Clara standing on Hampstead Heath, in broad daylight, with nothing on but her pink stockings, and nothing to do but run all the way home.

Hastily, she ducked behind the nearest tree, just seconds before the people at the bottom of the hill turned around to look at her. Stupid TARDIS.