Getting Clean and Sending the Boys a Message

The bathroom fills with steam as hot water cascades over your bodies. Clara's hands glide soap across your back, lingering at your hips. The whipped cream has long since washed away, leaving only sticky sweetness between your thighs where her mouth had been minutes earlier.

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"That was quite the breakfast," Clara murmurs against your neck, pressing her breasts against your back. "I don't think I've ever started a Sunday like that before."

You turn in her arms, water sluicing between your bodies. "I have an idea," you say, reaching for your phone resting safely on the bathroom counter. "Let's take a picture together."

Clara raises an eyebrow. "Getting sentimental already?"

"Not exactly," you admit, angling the phone. "Jamie and David have been blowing up my phone. I thought we could let them know I'm... occupied."

Clara's eyes flash with mischief. "Oh, I see. Making the boys jealous?" She considers for a moment, then grins. "Fuck it, why not? But nothing too explicit—I still have colleagues who follow me."

You position the camera carefully, framing your wet shoulders and Clara's face peeking over them, her arms wrapped around you from behind. The shower head creates a steamy, dreamy background. With a click, you capture the moment—two women with wet hair and flushed cheeks, intimate without being pornographic.

"Perfect," you say, examining the photo. You open your messaging app and create a group message to both Jamie and David.

"To: Jamie, David

Safe and very satisfied #NoRainCheckNeeded #BetterCompany"

Clara reads over your shoulder and laughs. "You're evil. I love it."

You hit send just as Clara's hands begin wandering again, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other dips between your legs.

"Now," she purrs, "where were we before this photo shoot interrupted us?"

Your phone chimes almost immediately with replies:

Jamie: "Damn girl! Didn't know you played for both teams. Room for one more? "

David's response is more measured: "Glad you're safe. We need to talk when you get home."

Clara reads them and rolls her eyes. "Typical. Men always think they're invited to the party." She reaches past you to turn off the water. "Come on, let's get dried off. I make a mean avocado toast, and we've worked up quite an appetite."

As you step out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself, you glance at your phone one more time. The app notification glows pink against your lock screen: "Tempt task still outstanding. Time's ticking, babe! "

11:45 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Clara's apartment, Fulham

[TASK] | Tease | Take a sexy mirror selfie in underwear | [COMPLETED]

[TASK] | Tempt | Wear a male friend's shirt and nothing else | [PENDING]

[TASK] | Touch | Give someone a lap dance | [COMPLETED]

[TASK] | Taste | Lick food off someone's body | [COMPLETED]