send David out on an errand to get, like snacks or something. You totally need to get Jaime to try out your ass, pussy and DSLs. But only to make you all smart and stuff, not cause you are a slut or anything

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You twirl in your silver micro-dress, the fabric catching the neon lights from Pulse's entrance sign. Your enhanced C-cups threaten to spill from the plunging neckline as you step toward Jamie, the clear platforms making your legs look impossibly long.

"David," you purr, tapping his chest with one long acrylic nail. "Be a super sweetie and go get us some snacks? I'm, like, totally starving after all that... exercise." You giggle, twirling a platinum blonde extension around your finger.

David frowns, glancing between you and Jamie. "Snacks? Now? We just ate—"

"Pleeease?" You push out your permanently plumped bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. "Maybe those yummy protein bars from that health store down the block? I need energy for my big performance!"

Jamie chuckles, the sound rich and knowing. "Let the girl fuel up, mate. The main stage is demanding work."

David sighs, keys jingling in his hand. "Fine. I'll be back in twenty minutes. Try to... just wait for me, okay?"

As soon as David's BMW disappears around the corner, you turn to Jamie with a deliberate batting of your false lashes. The Sensory Overload effect makes even the light evening breeze feel like caressing fingers across your exposed skin.

"Jamie," you breathe, stepping closer, your hips swaying with exaggerated femininity. "I need your help with something super important."

"Anything for my newest star," he replies, his eyes lingering on the 'BABYGIRL' choker at your throat. "What can I do for you?"

"I, like, totally have these... conditions," you explain, pressing your thighs together as the words tumble out. "My brain only works when I'm, you know... filled up." Your cheeks flush but you continue. "And it's not 'cause I'm a slut! It's for, like, medical reasons!"

Jamie's eyebrows rise, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Medical reasons, huh?"

"Yeah! See, I need someone to, um, help me stay smart for the show." You gesture vaguely at your body. "All three spots need attention, or I get all dumb and stuff."

Jamie glances around the empty parking lot, then takes your arm gently. "Let's continue this conversation in my office, shall we?"

He leads you through the staff entrance and up a narrow staircase to a spacious office overlooking the main floor of the club. The bass from the sound system testing vibrates through the floorboards as Jamie locks the door behind you.

"So," he says, leaning against his desk. "You're saying you need some... assistance before your performance?"

"Exactly!" You bounce excitedly, your breasts jiggling with the movement. "My DSLs, my pussy, my ass—they all need, like, attention! Otherwise I'll be too ditzy to dance good!"

"Well," Jamie murmurs, reaching out to trace your jawline with his finger, sending electric shivers across your hypersensitive skin. "We can't have our main stage attraction underperforming, can we?"

Without further discussion, he turns you around and bends you over his desk. Your silver micro-dress rides up, exposing the tiny thong beneath. Jamie's hand comes down in a sharp spank that makes you yelp—the Sensory Overload effect transforming the sting into a cascade of pleasure.

"Is this what you need to be smart, Riley?" he asks, voice husky as he slides your thong aside.

"Yes!" you gasp, feeling him press against your entrance. "Please make me smart!"

20:45 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Jamie's Office, Pulse Nightclub, London

[Main Stage Performance] | [Scheduled] | [22:00 Sunday]

[Sensory Overload] | [Active] | [Ends at 23:15 Sunday]