Ask Clara to take you home with her for an afterparty.

01:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

You arch your back against the marble, breasts jutting, your voice a shameless whimper as you clutch Clara’s wrist. "Babe, let’s go somewhere wild—take me home, throw an afterparty, make me your toy all night. Invite whoever you want. I wanna be your fuckdoll till sunrise."

Clara’s eyes glint as she stands, smoothing her emerald dress down over her hips. She leans close, lips brushing your ear. "You want an afterparty? Let’s make it unforgettable. But first, let’s get your boy involved."

She fishes your phone from her purse and, with a wicked smile, dials David on speaker. The ring is loud in the echoing bathroom. He answers, voice groggy and suspicious: "Mia? Where the hell are you?"

Clara purrs, "Hey, David. Your girl’s with me at Velvet. She’s been a very, very naughty slut. How about you come pick her up? Maybe join us for a little private fun?"

There’s a pause—David’s breathing sharpens, the tension in his voice unmistakable. "You want me to come to the club? Now?"

You can’t help yourself, words tumbling out in a filthy, explicit torrent: "Please, Daddy, come get your stupid little bimbo. Clara’s got me dripping and ****, but she won’t let me cum unless you’re here to watch. Wanna be your party favor, just for you."

Clara laughs, eyes shining. "You heard her. We’ll be in the VIP bathroom. Don’t keep her waiting."

The line clicks off. Clara turns to you, her tone suddenly commanding. "You’re not cumming again until David gets here. But you’re going to beg for it, Mia. You’re going to show him what a perfect little fucktoy you are."

She leads you out of the stall, her hand gripping your wrist, and positions you in front of the fogged mirrors. The door opens moments later, and Luca slips in—olive skin flushed, eyes hungry, shirt half-unbuttoned. He grins at the sight of you, then glances at Clara for direction.

Clara smirks. "Boys, she’s off-limits for cumming. But let’s see how **** we can make her."

Luca presses up behind you, his hands roaming your hips, his thick cock grinding against your ass through your skirt. Clara kneels, licking a slow, obscene line up your inner thigh, her tongue flicking your clit ring but never giving you enough. Theo appears in the doorway, tattoos gleaming, and joins in—his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipple rings, breath hot against your neck.

They tease you mercilessly—tongues, fingers, cocks pressed against your slick folds, but never quite inside, never enough pressure, always pulling away when you buck your hips or whimper for more. Clara’s voice is a constant, mocking purr in your ear: "You want to cum, Mia? You want to be filled? Not until David gets here."

You’re left trembling, body slick with sweat, every nerve on fire, the need to be filled and bred overwhelming. The men laugh, taking turns whispering filthy promises, tracing the outlines of your tattoos, but denying you every last scrap of release.

02:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day remaining

TIMER | Daily Orgasm Requirement (1/2) | Resets at 07:00