The Match!

Not long after the 'incident' with Summer, she got in touch to arrange the match, sounding suitably cocky and confident. The rules would be the same as with Ori.

The location however was much more private. It would just be you, Summer...and Clara.

Apparently she promised not to interfere, but even if that is true...in this more intimate setting, the circumstances in play...even with her just watching, there was going to be a lot of pressure to perform.

The difference now, of course, is that you finally got your hangups out of your system. You know who you are and what you're here for, and that's to dominate cocksure bitches like Summer and Clara. The very thought of you bending both of them over quickly has you rock-hard.

...

Your hardon bumps comically against the door. Not wanting to give Summer – and almost certainly Clara too – any sort of advantage or satisfaction, you waited until it went limp again before, eventually, knocking on the door.

Instead of Summer greeting you, it was Clara. No great surprise there.

“Bonjour John” she greeted you with a seductive smile on her face. She moved closer, giving you an introductory peck on the cheek before gently placing her hand on your crotch and whispering in your ear.

“Summer eeez just having unne shower. Nice thought, hmmm?” she questions, clearly looking for a reaction. “Are you ready for her to drain your balls of all that cum, and become ours?”

“No,” you said simply and confidently. “No. I’m ready to give her one hell of a time, and win. And then...” You move her hand away from your crotch, and put your hand on hers instead, and started rubbing.

“And then, I’m going to get ready to do the same to you, Doctor.”

You smile wolfishly at Clara, eager to get things started with a typical fire-with-fire approach. Clara reads something in the glint of your eye and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate.

She tried to show that it wasn’t affecting her at all, but eventually her resistance buckled, her eyes fluttering as she let out a quiet moan before hastily backing off, something which made you smile to no end.

Clara glared at you, and looked like she was about to say something when you heard a voice coming from the side.

“Oh, heyyyyyy John” Summer strolled into the room with a grin. “You and Clara been having fun?”

“You could say that” you quickly responded, matched with a grin of your own, making sure to jump in before Clara could say anything.

“Ready to lose?” she asked, not hiding how giddy she sounded.

“Funny.” You quipped back instantly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Okay, okay, you two, get on with it” Clara interrupted with a smirk on her face.

At her insistence, the pair of you stood apart, both of you looking at her to call the start of the match.

Enjoying being the centre of attention, she took her sweet time with it.

“3...”

“2...”

You could feel your heart pumping in your chest...

“1...”

...

...

“Go!”