Jenny fantasises

Clara smiled at Vastra, nodded when it seemed appropriate, and tried to look like she was paying attention.

But nothing the Silurian was saying was sinking in. She was to distracted by her body.

She was unable to sit still, fidgeting constantly. She didn't know whether it was better to cross or uncross her legs. Her hands constantly stroked and massages her thighs, her bare toes twitched and her chest heaved as her erect nipples brushed against the soft material of her nightdress.

Jenny didn't know it, but during her measurements, she had inadvertently driven Clara to the point of no return. The brunette longed for some privacy to drive her hands inside herself and finish the job, but was far too embarrassed and shy to explain why she was shuffling about.

"...so I think the best thing for us to do is simply wait for the Doctor to come back to us," Vastra finished.

"Right. OK. So, err...what are we supposed to do in the meantime? Just sit here twiddling our thumbs?"

"Actually, Clara," Vastra smiled. I was hoping that you would pose for a painting for me. It's always good to have a new subject to draw."

"What?" Clara was busy digging her nails into her leg and biting her lip. "Yeah, sure."

"Excellent," Vastra smiled. "If you can just leave hand your clothes over to Jenny and step this way."

"H-hand my clothes over?!" Clara recoiled, leaping to her bare feet and backing away.

"Well I can hardly do a life drawing if you're not nude, Clara."

"Fine."

Taking a deep breath and plucking up the courage, Clara pulled he dress over her head and handed it to Jenny. She wanted to throw her arms protectively over her torso, but risked exploding violently if she brushed her bare skin.

Instead, Clara allowed herself to be walked over to a raised plinth, were Vastra busied herself with contorting Clara's body into a satisfactory position.

"Err...do my boobs have to be out?" the naked girl smiled weakly. "Can't it be more of a seductive, teasing sort of thing? You know, a hint of cleavage visible, but nothing more?"

"No, I think this is best," Vastra said, preparing her paints.

"Please, I don't want people seeing my boobs!" Clara protested.

"Don't worry, Clara. I've done this countless times, it's purely professional."

And with that, the painting began.

xxx

Jenny reclined on the sofa, watching the life model with glee. Her skin sparkled under the soft lights, her chest gently rising and falling, a wetness still visible between her legs.

Clara was actually turned on by this! One more touch and she would surely orgasm! Jenny wondered if Clara was loud and violent, or if she went stiff and silent. She wondered how many people had ravaged that perfectly manicured pussy, how adventurous Clara was in bed. Just by watching her, Jenny tried to work out if Clara would enjoy being tied up, if she liked being spanked, if she wanted her feet tickling until she was out of breath and wetting herself.

Jenny hoped Vastra would let her try all of these things. Jenny wanted to chain Clara to a bed even if she protested. She longed to tease her sensitive skin with a feather, to test out the strength of her bladder, to cover her in ice and watch her shiver, to hold her so close to an orgasm it would be agony. That cute face should be **** to hold an expression of sexual frustration, Jenny decided. She wanted to hear Clara beg her for relief, to say whatever Jenny wanted her to say. Only when Clara had relinquished ownership of her pussy over to her would Jenny grant Clara her wish.

A Victorian, a 21st century hottie and a box of tricks. They would write stories about this for generations to come, Jenny decided.

Oh yes, Clara would become infamous. Her privacy would be ripped to shreds. Never again would she walk down a street without everyone knowing every minute, intrusive detail about her.

Jenny would destroy Clara across all of time and space.

xxx

Jenny was jerked out of her daydream by Vastra speaking to her. She hurried to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water as requested.

Her heart hammered as she stepped up to her nude victim, touching her cheek as she poured cooling liquid down her throat.

Jenny suddenly realised that she was making herself incredibly horny. Making her excuses, Jenny almost sprinted to her bedroom. She inhaled Clara's smell from the dress she was still holding as she plunged a hand deep inside her. A dress Clara would never wear again.

It didn't take long before Jenny exploded, dousing her hand and the dress with her juices. As she recovered, Jenny laughed at the thought of climaxing in front of Clara, teasing her with something she could not have.

Jenny knew that Clara was looking forward to having her new dress delivered. But if Jenny had her way, Clara would never be dressed again.