"Annalena" is in the nurse outfit

When you return to the living room, the sight before you brings a wicked grin to your lips. Annalena stands there, smirking like she owns the room. The pink nurse uniform you swiped from school hugs her curves in all the right ways, the fabric straining to contain her. Her tiara perches proudly on her platinum-blonde hair, which she’s swept over one shoulder in a glossy ponytail. Fishnet stockings snake down her legs, peeking out from beneath the short skirt. Black-painted lips curl into a teasing grin as you saunter closer, her gloved hands resting on her hips with deliberate flair.

-Well, well, you do wear me well, Lasse. A sight like that is something I could definitely get used to.-.

-Please. Call me Jacinta.- Your smirk mirrors hers, a sharp edge of confidence slicing through the air: -In fact, I’ve got nothing but contempt for that prissy witch you’re wearing. You’re so much hotter than her. So much better.-

Her laugh is low and dark, her gaze trailing up and down your body: -Careful with your words.- amusement dances in her voice, laced with a hint of mock scorn: -If you’re going to pass yourself off as me, you’d better not ruin my reputation by fawning over cheap sluts like Anne here.-

You toss your hair with an exaggerated flair, letting the silky strands flutter against your shoulders.

-Mh? Is that so? Then why am I so wet right now? Could it be that I, Jacinta, have always had a thing for tight-dressed whores like you? Such a shame if people found out.-.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and her eyes gleam with challenge: -What can I say? I’ve always had a soft spot for nurses. And for bitches who think they’re better than me.-.

Her smirk widens: -But we’re at a crossroads, my dear. For my new, perfect life, I need a partner just as stunning as I am. The answer should be obvious, don’t you think?- she closes the space between you with a sultry stride, her gloved hand cupping one of your breasts. The teasing touch sends heat surging through your veins, a soft moan escaping your lips.

-But you’ll need to prove you’re more than the mindless little drone you replaced. Understand? That girl was dreadful company.- Her tone is feigned regret, though her smirk betrays her true feelings: -So, what exactly do you have to offer as the new Jacinta?-.

You’re taller, so you lean in close, your lips brushing tantalizingly against hers: -Why don’t we start with the medical examination, and I’ll show you?-.

-Now you’re sounding like me.-.

Her mouth claims yours in a heated kiss, her grip on your breast tightening possessively. She pulls away just long enough to push you onto the couch, the motion hiking your thong up your moistening pussy and ass. You gasp as the cool fabric bites into you, her devious grin sparking fresh waves of excitement. Annalena circles you like a predator, her thumb grazing your lips before pressing firmly against them.

-I’ve always wanted to taste those lips from the outside.~.

Her words are a purr that coils around your senses. You let her toy with you, teasingly sucking her thumb through the latex glove. She pulls it away with a soft pop, replacing it with another kiss before straightening and clearing her throat.

-Strip. I need to examine you thoroughly.~.

-Of course.~.

Eagerly, you shrug off your blouse and trousers, leaving you in only your lingerie. Her eyes flicker with approval, but she stops you as your hands move to peel off your thong.

-Ah-ah.- Her index finger trails over the thin fabric, resting against your folds: -Let me check it first. Improper wear can cause... irritation.-.

Her nail brushes against you, and a high-pitched squeal tumbles from your lips.

-I see. It looks like you are indeed irritated. I need to ascertain the full situation in more... depth.- She smirks, pulling the thong aside and slipping two fingers inside you with calculated ease.

-Ahh! M-Mistress!-.

Your cries are shameless, your body writhing as she moves her fingers expertly. Her confidence is intoxicating, her dominance undeniable. But you refuse to let her control the narrative completely, that's not what Jacinta, you, would do. With a bold arch of your leg, you shift, causing your walls to clench around her fingers. Her eyes snap to yours, surprise flashing across her features.

-Mmm, Miss Nurse, my boobs feel irritated too. This bra is so tight.-.

-Oh, such a shame.- Her voice drips with sarcasm as she unhooks your bra, her fingers fumbling briefly with the clasp. When your breasts spill free, her gaze darkens with unrestrained hunger. -Since they’re magnificent.-

-I know, right?- You pinch a nipple idly, letting your voice turn playful. -Sometimes I like to do this when I’m bored.-

-No wonder you’re sore. Let me see if saliva helps.-

Her lips close around your nipple, her tongue flicking and swirling. The heat and pressure draw a gasp from you, your fingers tangling in her hair as her free hand kneads your other breast. The sensation is overwhelming, electric, and you arch into her touch.

Annalena chuckles, her voice muffled against your skin: -Oh, my dear Jacinta, you are delightfully responsive. I could spend hours examining every inch of you.- her words are dripping with both mockery and lust, making your cheeks flush even as your core tightens with need. You arch your back, pushing your chest further into her mouth, and her laugh hums against your skin.

-Of course you would. After all, I’m marvelous.-.

She seems contented with your answers, as one hand slides down to trace the line of your thong again, her nails sending little shivers up your spine. Your nostrils catch fire at every breath.

-Not bad, but do you think this is enough to impress me?- Her voice is a purr, the challenge in her words lighting a fire in your belly.

You bite your lip, trembling but refusing to back down: -If you don’t think so, perhaps I need to step it up, Nurse.- without waiting for her to respond, you reach up and grab her tiara, tilting it askew with deliberate defiance. Her eyes widen, mock outrage flaring before narrowing with playful malice.

-Oh, you little brat. I’ll teach you to treat royalty with respect.-.

She pushes you back down, straddling your hips as her fingers hook into your thong and slide it down your thighs. The cool air kisses your exposed skin, and you shiver, a mix of anticipation and raw desire pooling in your belly. Her gloved hand returns, this time more deliberate, her thumb circling your clit with maddening precision as her fingers dip back inside you. Your moans become louder, unabashed, filling the room like a symphony. Annalena’s smirk grows wider, her control over you evident in every movement.

-You sound so sweet, Jacinta.- She murmurs, her smirk wicked and knowing: -I could get used to hearing you beg like this.-.

But you aren’t about to let her have the upper hand. With a sudden burst of boldness, you sit up, knocking her balance just enough to flip her onto her back. Her surprise is quickly replaced with a laugh of approval as you pin her wrists above her head.

-And I think it’s my turn to show you what I can do.~.

In minutes, the roles have reversed entirely. You’re riding her face, her tongue working expertly between your folds as you moan and writhe above her. Your hands grip your breasts, squeezing and pinching as the pleasure intensifies, her every movement sending fireworks exploding inside you.

Leaning back, you balance yourself on one elbow, your other hand sliding down to rub furiously at her groin. The damp spot spreading across her skirt only spurs you on, your fingers pressing harder, teasing the fabric as you grind against her lips. She moans against you, her cries muffled but sending vibrations that tingle deliciously through your core.

Her body jerks and trembles beneath you, her legs thrashing as the sensations overwhelm her. You keep going, determined to maintain the upper hand even as the tension in your own body tightens to the breaking point. Eventually, the two of you collapse together, tangled in each other’s legs. Your naked form presses against her still mostly clothed body, the contrast somehow heightening the intimacy. Your slick folds brush against hers as you grind together, stifling moans and desperately fighting to delay your climax. But it’s a losing battle. Annalena breaks first, a scream tearing from her lips as her body shakes violently.

-Fuck you, you bi- Her voice dissolves into incoherent cries, her head falling back against the pillows as the aftershocks roll through her. Her orgasm triggers your own, and your laughter transforms into a sharp cry as you’re consumed by waves of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. You collapse beside her, both of you breathless and trembling.

When you finally regain your strength, you sit up groggily, watching as she tosses the tiara onto the floor in mild annoyance.

-Did I pass the test, Mistress?- Your voice is teasing, laced with a playful lilt.

-Mpf.- She rolls her eyes but smirks: -You’re losing points for making me hear my own voice calling me that. But... maybe it wasn’t a mistake to keep you as you are instead of turning you into a mindless zombie.-.

-Thank you, Mi... Annalena. You know~ You crawl toward her, leaning over with an amused grin: -It just feels so natural to want to please you. Maybe it's because this is your clone I'm wearing, but I really really want to make you happy.-.

-An act of weakness that I can forgive.- She replies, stroking your cheek and chin contemptuously: -After all, you haven't even tried to snatch the pen while I was... distracted.-.

You frown slightly, a thought tugging at the edge of your mind: -Speaking of which, I promised Laura I’d give her Max’s skin.-

-Uh, right. Her.- Annalena retrieves the pen, twirling it between her fingers as her eyes glint with mischievous intent: -I suppose I could just shoot her and make her my ****.- you don't miss the subtle glance she throws at you, wanting to see how you will react.

-Yes, it's a valid idea. But you said it yourself, that human accomplices are far more stimulating than mindless drones. And trust me, Laura would be quite amusing, almost like me. She’s been dreaming of wearing a boy since the day I met her.-.

Annalena tilts her head, contemplating your words as you mask your apprehension. Despite everything, you still care for your best friend.

-She’s a liability, though. You and she could turn against me. But... let’s say I’m willing to give her a chance. I don’t like boys, as you know, so I fail to see how she could be of any use.-.

-Not everything has to be sexual.- You counter, your voice calm but persuasive: -Power comes in many forms. Public control. Humiliation. Besides...- you lean in, your lips brushing her cheek, your naked body doing the rest to hold her attention: -I’ve clearly inherited your preferences. And, since Annalena was obviously the kind of slut who likes it rough, perhaps...-.

You let the implication hang in the air, watching as her amused expression shifts into something more intrigued.

-I can’t seem to say no to that voice of yours.- She finally admits, her smirk returning: -Fine. Let’s see if your friend has what it takes. If not... she’ll make an excellent skin to take a break from this bitch.-.

-My, I couldn’t have phrased it better myself.- You reply with a grin.