Accept Clara's invitation and let her have her way with you while the men watch.

22:25 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

Clara’s eyes gleam as you nod, her hand sliding possessively up your bare thigh. She shifts you onto the velvet bench, positioning you so your knees are spread wide, skirt bunched around your waist, every inch of your body on display for both men. Her lips find yours, lush and insistent, tasting of wine and arousal. Her tongue flicks at your piercing, making you giggle and moan, the sound echoing lewdly in the hush of the VIP lounge.

She trails kisses down your throat, pausing to tug your crop top up, baring your breasts. Her fingers toy with your heart-charmed nipple rings, rolling them between her cool fingertips before she bends to suck one into her mouth. "Mmm, these are gorgeous," she murmurs, voice husky. "Bet you love showing them off, don’t you?"

You arch into her touch, whimpering as she licks and nibbles, her hand sliding down to cup your mound. She slips two fingers between your slick folds, teasing your clit ring with practiced pressure. "So wet already," Clara purrs, glancing up at the men. "She’s **** for it."

Theo leans forward, stroking himself as he watches, his eyes glued to the sight of you writhing under Clara’s command. Luca lounges back, a satisfied smirk on his lips, one arm draped along the booth as he nurses his drink, clearly enjoying the show.

Clara eases your thighs further apart, then lowers her head, her tongue warm and agile as she laps at your pierced clit. The sensation is electric—her mouth soft, her fingers relentless, working you with a confidence that leaves you gasping. She moans into you, her own arousal evident as she grinds against your thigh, emerald dress riding up to reveal lace panties already soaked through.

You babble encouragement, every word filthier than the last, your voice thick with pleasure. "Fuck, babe, eat my pussy, make me cum all over your pretty face—wanna show these boys how a real slut does it."

Clara hums in approval, sucking your clit between her lips, her fingers curling inside you. The jeweled plug in your ass intensifies every wave of sensation, making your hips buck. Theo groans, fisting his cock faster, while Luca’s eyes are locked on the glistening mess between your legs.

Clara’s tongue works you mercilessly, her nails digging into your thighs, until you shudder and cry out, your orgasm crashing over you in hot, helpless waves. She doesn’t stop, licking you through every aftershock, then finally pulls back, her mouth and chin glistening with your juices. She grins wickedly, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Delicious."

She leans in, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. The men are transfixed—Theo’s breathing ragged, Luca’s cock visibly straining against his jeans. Clara glances at them, then back at you, her eyes full of mischief. "Think you’re ready for round two, pretty girl? Or should we let the boys take over again?"

You’re left sprawled and panting, the centre of attention, your body still trembling from Clara’s skillful mouth. The VIP lounge is thick with anticipation, every eye on you, waiting to see what you’ll do next.

22:50 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

WEEKEND WARRIOR | Ultra Spicy | Midnight | 1 hour, 10 minutes remaining

ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day, 1 hour, 10 minutes remaining

TIMER | Daily Orgasm Requirement (2/2) | Resets at 07:00