A mysterious stranger approaches...

“Impressive performance, John. Ori is a formidable opponent, not many people can even make her cum, I know that first-hand.” The mysterious stranger opened with a handshake, which you accepted, picking up on how soft, yet strong her hands felt.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile, as some of your thoughts wandered to the idea of Ori and this attractive stranger facing off. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh, you’re too kind, monsieur.” She responded in a sultry manner, before answering. “I’m Clara. Also known as The Doctor.”

A gulp escaped as you recalled the name. Your eyes look away from her before landing on Dennis as you try not to look at her, and he politely waves. There was silence for a few moments before Clara spoke again.

“So I see you know Dennis!” her eyes go from you to him and back. “Or, at least, he knows you.”

“Uh yeah! Met him after a match, and after a while, he told me about his...situation” you replied, looking back at Clara, a hint of nervousness now in your voice.

“Oh, he did now, did he?” a grin forming on her face. “Well, since you know...how about a wager, stud?”

A wave of pleasure hit as she called you that before you shook your head a little and tried to re-focus. “What's the wager?”

“Well, as I said, I was very impressed with what I saw.” Another wave. “So much so that I’d quite enjoy making you mine.” Another gulp. “But this was just one match, I’d like more proof of your abilities. So my proposition is this: you face an opponent of my choosing in a standard EF match, someone I know can definitely find out whether it was luck or skill. If you triumph, you have the pleasure of facing moi.” She smiled, trailing her hands across her body. “If you somehow manage to win there, I...would not...be against...combining our talents, and Dennis will be free of his chastity.”

You weren’t quite sure what she meant, but the idea was definitely...intriguing. Other questions had to be asked first, however. “And if I were to lose?”

“When you lose, you will be in my service, locked up like Dennis, a vessel for myself and perhaps other women to use for our pleasure.”

“...And if I say no?”

“Officially, nothing could happen to you for simply declining a match, of course. Unofficially, a sizable number of the folks here have been under my wing at one point or another and wouldn’t take much convincing to avoid someone silly enough to decline their wonderful Doctor. Oh, and of course, poor Dennis would remain all locked up.”

You let out a sigh before responding. “Well, I suppose I don’t have much choice then. I accept.”

“Magnifique!” she gleefully cheered with a tight hug...which you eventually had to tilt your hips away from.

“Well, I certainly look forward to seeing you in action. Au revoir, John”, she said before finishing with a wink and a kiss before departing.

“Bye Clara...” you let your voice drift off as you watched her walk away...