In For a Penny, In For a Pound

As the clock strikes midnight and a new day begins, you spot David weaving through the crowd with three shot glasses balanced precariously between his fingers. Without giving yourself time to second-guess, you slide your hand behind Clara's neck and pull her toward you, pressing your lips firmly against hers.

Clara makes a small sound of surprise before melting into the kiss, her hands finding your waist. This isn't the brief, playful peck from earlier—this is something else entirely. Her lips are soft, tasting of cranberry and vodka, and they part willingly as you deepen the kiss. Your newly enhanced breasts press against hers through the fabric of your dress, creating an unfamiliar but exhilarating sensation that sends tingles across your skin.

"Holy shit," someone nearby mutters, but you barely register it.

You're too busy processing the storm of sensations—Clara's fingernails lightly scratching at your lower back, the sweet-spicy scent of her perfume, and the way your own body responds with a shiver that travels from your lips straight down to parts of your anatomy that still feel foreign and new.

When you finally pull back, Clara's eyes remain closed for a beat longer, her lips slightly parted and glistening. She opens them slowly, pupils dilated, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

"Wow," she breathes, her voice uncharacteristically unsteady. "That was...unexpected."

The sound of glass hitting the table breaks the moment. David stands there, three tequila shots arranged in front of him, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and something darker, more complicated.

"I see you two are getting along better than expected," he says, his tone forcibly casual though his knuckles are white around his empty glass.

"Much better," Clara agrees, not taking her eyes off you. Her thumb traces small circles on your hip, sending little sparks of pleasure through the thin fabric. "Mia here is full of surprises."

David knocks back one of the shots without waiting. "Clearly."

"Did you know," Clara continues, deliberately provocative as she turns to David, "that Mia has the softest lips I've ever kissed? And I've kissed a lot of people."

You watch something flicker in David's eyes—jealousy, confusion, arousal—before he masks it with another shot. "I wouldn't know," he says curtly.

"Your loss," Clara whispers, just loud enough for him to hear. She picks up the remaining shot and hands it to you with a wink. "To new experiences."

Your fingers brush against hers as you take the glass, and even that brief contact feels charged now. You down the shot, the tequila burning a path down your throat that somehow feels right—a physical match for the heat spreading through your body.

"I think," Clara says, sliding her arm around your waist possessively, "we should skip Pulse. I have a much better idea for how to spend the rest of tonight."

David's phone chimes, and he glances at it with visible irritation. "It's Jamie. Wondering where you two are."

"Tell him we got... distracted," Clara replies, her eyes never leaving your face. Her hand slides lower, resting just at the curve where your back meets your ass.

"So," she murmurs, "your place or mine?"
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00:25 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Fox & Crown pub, Putney

[TASK] | Tease | Take a sexy mirror selfie in underwear | [NEW TASK]

[TASK] | Tempt | Wear a male friend's shirt and nothing else | [NEW TASK]

[TASK] | Touch | Give someone a lap dance | [NEW TASK]

[TASK] | Taste | Lick food off someone's body | [NEW TASK]