Demand a signing bonus orgasm right now or claim breach of Contract. Then call David to tell him about your amazing new life decision and career path

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You hop to your feet with sudden energy, your F-cups bouncing dramatically as you place your hands on your hips. Water droplets still glisten on your enhanced curves as you pout at Gregory.

"Um, excuse me? We need to like, seal this deal properly," you announce, tossing your platinum extensions over one shoulder. "I want my signing bonus orgasm right now, or it's totally a breach of contract!"

Gregory raises an eyebrow, his towel still loosely wrapped around his waist. "A signing bonus... orgasm?"

"Duh! Everyone knows business deals need physical confirmation," you insist with complete conviction, your bimbo logic feeling utterly sound to your 70-IQ brain. "It's like, super important for the energy exchange or whatever."

Clara stifles a laugh behind her hand while Thomas adjusts his designer glasses, watching the exchange with undisguised amusement.

"I suppose that's... one way to establish a working relationship," Gregory concedes, his professional demeanor cracking as he gestures toward the king-sized bed. "Shall we proceed with this... confirmation?"

"Actually," you counter, your glossy lips curving into a mischievous smile, "I want Clara to do it. With her tongue. Girls are better at that stuff."

Clara's eyes widen, but a slow smile spreads across her face. "Well, I wouldn't want to be responsible for breaching a contract," she says, moving toward you with deliberate grace. "Lie back, Riley."

You giggle triumphantly as you sprawl across the plush carpet, spreading your legs with zero inhibition. Clara kneels between your thighs, her auburn curls tickling your inner thighs as she lowers her head.

The first touch of her tongue sends electricity shooting through your body. "Ohhh! Fuck yes!"

While Clara works her magic, you fumble for your phone, determined to complete the second part of your plan. You scroll through your contacts until you find David's number and hit the call button, putting it on speaker.

After three rings, David answers, his voice thick with sleep. "Hello? Riley? It's four in the morning."

"Daviiid!" you cry out, your voice hitching as Clara finds a particularly sensitive spot. "I have like, the most amazing news! Oh god, right there!"

"Are you... are you having sex right now?" David asks, sounding more awake now.

"Mmhmm," you confirm, not bothering to deny it. "But listen! I got this super amazing job as a brand ambassador! Gregory's gonna pay me to be pretty and fuck people! Isn't that—ah!—fantastic?"

There's a long pause on the line. "Who's Gregory? Where are you?"

"He's this super hot businessman with a cosmetics company," you explain between increasingly rapid breaths. "We're in the Platinum Suite at Pulse with Clara and Thomas and—oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Jesus Christ, Riley," David mutters. "So you're not... you're not trying to change back anymore?"

The question barely registers as Clara's tongue brings you to the edge. "New life! New me! I—I—oh GOD!" Your back arches dramatically as the orgasm crashes through you, your voice echoing off the suite's high ceiling.

When you finally catch your breath, you grab the phone again. "Gotta go, David! Come meet my new boss later! Love you, byeee!" You hang up before he can respond, beaming up at Clara who wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Contract officially confirmed," you announce to Gregory, who's been watching the entire scene with undisguised interest. "When do I start?"

04:25 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Platinum Suite, Pulse Nightclub, London