Wait for David to arrive, letting Clara and the others tease you further without letting you cum.

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

You lean against the fogged-up mirror, legs parted, skirt bunched high on your hips, the hard marble biting into your bare thighs. Clara stands just behind you, her emerald dress twisted, one hand splayed possessively along your waist, the other gripping your chin to **** your gaze up at your own reflection. “Keep your eyes open, Mia. I want you to see what you look like when you’re this ****.”

Luca’s hands slide up from behind, his palms bold and greedy, fingers slipping beneath your crop top to knead and squeeze your cartoonishly swollen breasts. “She’s seriously leaking,” he murmurs, voice thick with hunger. “You sure you want to wait for her boyfriend?”

Clara’s eyes flash in the glass. “She’s not allowed to cum until David arrives. But you can make her beg.”

Theo steps in, his tattooed arms folded as he watches, a lazy grin on his lips. He moves behind Luca, crowding you in, and leans down to murmur, “Open wider, Mia. Let us see how empty you are.”

You obey, knees trembling as you spread yourself for their inspection. Clara traces the fresh CLARA tattoo above your mound, then presses two fingers to your slick, needy entrance, circling but never pushing in. “So empty,” she purrs, “so fucking ****. You need to be filled, don’t you?”

Your reply is a stream of explicit, breathless pleas, every word filthier than the last. The men laugh, teasing you with the blunt heads of their cocks against your thighs, rubbing but never entering, always pulling back just as you try to grind into them. Clara keeps you pinned, her nails digging crescents into your flesh, her tongue flicking your earlobe. “Say it, Mia. Tell us how bad you want to be stuffed.”

You babble everything they want to hear, voice high and giggly, every phrase dripping with need. Luca slides his palm under your skirt, rubbing your clit ring in tight, maddening circles, never enough pressure to tip you over. Theo kneels, his mouth ghosting over your inner thigh, tongue darting out to taste the slickness gathering there, but always stopping short of your entrance.

Clara catches your chin again, forcing you to meet her eyes. “You want to be filled, you little cum-doll? You want to be bred in front of your boyfriend?”

You nod frantically, words tumbling out in a shameless, explicit rush. “Please, fill me up, stuff me full, I need cock, I need cum, I need to be ruined for anyone else—please, Clara, please!”

The teasing continues, relentless and cruel, every touch calculated to leave you trembling and empty. Your mind is a haze of hunger and heat, the ache between your legs growing sharper, the need to be filled an agony. Clara’s voice is a constant, mocking purr in your ear, promising everything and giving nothing.

The minutes crawl by, every second an eternity of denial. The club’s bass thuds through the walls, echoing your racing heartbeat. You’re a spectacle: platinum hair wild, makeup smeared, every inch of your skin flushed and needy, tattoos and piercings gleaming under the harsh bathroom lights. The others take turns whispering filthy promises, but never, ever letting you cum. You’re left on display, a masterpiece of desperation, waiting for David’s arrival to finally end your torment.

02:20 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

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