Return to the main club area to find David and tell him about your successful VIP service

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You smooth down your silver micro-skirt, still feeling the lingering heat of Antonio's hands on your hips. Your body tingles with satisfaction, the Plugged-in Princess kink temporarily satiated, bringing welcome mental clarity. The businessmen are adjusting their clothing, exchanging satisfied glances as Marcus counts out bills.

"Eight hundred," Marcus says, handing you the cash with a knowing smile. "A little bonus for your... enthusiasm."

"Omigod, thank you!" you squeal, clutching the money to your chest. Your newly plumped lips form a perfect O of surprise at the unexpected generosity.

"Perhaps we will arrange that private filming session," Antonio adds, straightening his tie. "Here's my card. I have connections who make very... exclusive content."

You tuck the business card into your tube top, next to your enhanced cleavage. "That would be like, totally amazing."

With final appreciative glances, the businessmen file out of the VIP suite, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy scent of sex hanging in the air. You give yourself a quick check in the mirrored wall – your platinum extensions are disheveled, your glossy lips slightly smudged but still prominent after their permanent enhancement. You look thoroughly fucked, and something in you loves that look.

You slip out of the VIP room, the clear platforms clicking against the floor as you make your way through the throbbing club. The bass pulses through you, matching your heartbeat as you scan the crowded space for David.

You finally spot him at the bar, nursing what looks like a whiskey neat. His expression is difficult to read – somewhere between concern and something darker, more possessive. He straightens when he sees you approaching, eyes immediately tracking to your mussed hair and the telltale flush still coloring your cheeks.

"Hey," you call over the music, sliding onto the stool beside him. You fan yourself with the stack of bills. "Look what I got! They gave me like, way more than Jamie said!"

David's eyes widen slightly at the cash. "Eight hundred pounds? For an hour?"

"I know, right?" You lean closer, your enhanced body pressing against his arm. "They totally want to film me for their private collection. One of them gave me his card and everything."

Something flickers across David's face – a complex emotion you can't quite parse with your bimbo-limited cognitive abilities. He takes the card from your fingers, examining it before slipping it into his pocket.

"I'll keep this safe for you," he says, voice tight. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing," you admit, the word coming out breathier than intended. "Like, my ass is still totally tingling, and my mind feels super clear right now."

David's throat works as he swallows. "Your... kink. The anal one."

"Uh-huh." You nod enthusiastically. "It's like, when I've got something in my butt, my brain works way better. It's so weird but kinda awesome?"

He takes a long pull of his whiskey. "And the men... they treated you okay?"

"They were super nice." You count off on your fingers. "They paid extra, they want to film me again, and they made sure I came too."

David's eyebrows shoot up at your candor, but something in his expression softens. "I'm glad," he says finally. "That you're... enjoying this."

01:40 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Bar Area, Pulse Nightclub, London

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