Go along with Jamie's advances to satisfy your needs before the show

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You arch your back against Jamie's desk, your silver micro-dress bunched around your waist as his hands grip your impossibly narrow waist. The Sensory Overload effect turns every touch into an overwhelming cascade of sensation, making you gasp as he positions himself behind you.

"You sure this is what you need before your performance?" Jamie asks, his voice husky with desire as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Yes!" you moan, pushing back against him desperately. "I need all my holes filled to be smart! It's like, totally medical!"

Jamie chuckles, the sound low and predatory. "Medical, huh? Well, as the club owner, I should make sure my performers are in peak condition."

He pushes into you with a smooth thrust, filling your pussy completely. The satisfaction of your Stuffed Slut kink sends immediate clarity rushing through your mind, making you gasp not just from pleasure but from the sudden mental sharpness.

"Fuck," you breathe, your enhanced C-cups pressing against the cool surface of his desk. "That's so much better."

Jamie establishes a rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of intensified pleasure through your hypersensitive body. The rhinestone 'BABYGIRL' choker at your throat catches the light as you turn your head, moaning loudly.

"Someone's enthusiastic," Jamie observes, spanking your ass lightly. Even this gentle impact feels magnified tenfold with your heightened sensitivity, making you yelp in surprise.

"It's the app," you try to explain between gasps. "It makes everything feel so much more—oh god!"

"What app?" Jamie asks, his rhythm never faltering as his hands explore your curves. "Your Instagram?"

You try to explain again, but words fail you as pleasure overwhelms your bimbo-locked mind. Instead, you just push back against him harder, taking him deeper.

"Need my ass too," you manage to whimper. "And my mouth. Triple makes me smartest."

"One thing at a time," Jamie murmurs, reaching around to stroke between your legs while he continues thrusting. "Let's take care of this first."

The combination of penetration and his skilled fingers brings you to an explosive climax within minutes, your body convulsing against the desk as you scream his name. Jamie follows shortly after, groaning as he empties himself inside you.

Before you can catch your breath, the office door opens. David stands in the doorway, a protein bar in his hand and shock on his face.

"What the fuck, Jamie?" he demands, stepping into the office and slamming the door behind him.

Jamie withdraws from you casually, tucking himself back into his pants. "Relax, mate. Riley here was just explaining she needs some... assistance before her performance. Medical necessity, apparently."

David looks at you, his expression a mixture of concern and something darker. "Riley, is that true?"

You nod eagerly, pulling your silver micro-dress back down over your hips, though it barely covers anything. "It's my kinks! They make me dumb unless I get filled up. And the triple penetration makes me, like, super duper smart!"

"Jesus Christ," David mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Jamie, you can't just—"

"Hey, she asked," Jamie says, holding up his hands defensively. "And we've got a show to put on. Speaking of which—" he checks his watch, "—we should get Riley backstage for prep. Main stage debut in less than an hour."

Still riding the mental clarity from your orgasm and satisfied kink, you bounce excitedly on your clear platforms. "Omigod, I'm gonna be famous! Do you think I'll get lots of Babe Bucks?"

David sighs, handing you the protein bar he brought. "Here. At least eat something before you go on."

21:30 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Jamie's Office, Pulse Nightclub, London

[Main Stage Performance] | [Scheduled] | [22:00 Sunday]

[Sensory Overload] | [Active] | [Ends at 23:15 Sunday]