Ask Gregory if he would "pretty please fuck my sweet ass" while Thomas taste "test my nipples to make sure they aren't sour or anything". Oh and Clara can so like play with me too, if she wants to.

You set your pink cocktail down on the glass table with a delicate clink and slide to your knees on the plush carpet between Gregory and Thomas. The soft lighting catches the gloss on your plumped lips as you look up at them through your false lashes. Your platinum extensions cascade over your shoulders as you let the black silk kimono slip further down, exposing most of your enhanced C-cups.

"So like," you begin, your voice breathy and high, "I was thinking about that Midnight Money Madness thing, and I totally need to be doing something super naughty when the clock strikes twelve." You turn to Gregory, batting your eyelashes. "Would you pretty please fuck my sweet ass while Thomas taste tests my nipples to make sure they aren't sour or anything?"

Thomas chokes on his drink while Gregory's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before a slow, appreciative smile spreads across his face.

"Well," Gregory says, setting his tumbler down with controlled precision, "that's certainly direct."

"Oh!" you add, turning toward Clara who's watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, "And Clara can so like play with me too, if she wants to."

Clara's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink. "I... I'd love to," she stammers, her voice thick with desire.

Gregory stands, towering over your kneeling form. He runs his fingers through your platinum extensions, then grasps them firmly at the nape of your neck. "I think we can accommodate that request, can't we, Thomas?"

Thomas adjusts his glasses nervously but nods, his eyes fixed on your exposed breasts. "Yes... absolutely."

"Perfect!" you squeal, clapping your hands together excitedly. "The bed in here is like, super huge!"

Gregory laughs, genuinely amused by your enthusiasm. "Indeed it is. Why don't you go make yourself comfortable while we pour another round of drinks?"

You bounce to your feet and skip toward the massive circular bed dominating one side of the suite. As you untie your kimono and let it pool at your feet, you glance at the digital clock: 23:50.

"We should hurry," you call over your shoulder as you hook your thumbs into your silver G-string. "Only ten minutes till midnight!"

Clara approaches the bed first, her own drink abandoned. She sits on the edge, watching hungrily as you slide your G-string down your legs.

"I've never seen anything like your show tonight," she whispers, reaching out to trace her fingers along your snatched waist. "You were incredible."

"Aww, thanks babe!" you reply, leaning in to kiss her softly. "It's like, so much fun being this hot."

Gregory and Thomas approach the bed, both men already unbuttoning their shirts. Gregory's eyes are dark with desire as he produces a bottle of lubricant from a discreetly placed drawer beside the bed.

"Let's make sure you're properly prepared," he says, his voice dropping an octave. "Thomas, I believe you have some testing to do."

Thomas needs no further encouragement. He joins you on the bed, his shirt completely off now revealing a surprisingly fit body beneath his business attire. He lowers his mouth to your right nipple and circles it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips.

"Mmm," he murmurs against your skin, "definitely not sour."

You giggle, then gasp as Clara's hands slide up your inner thighs. "Oh! That tickles!"

Gregory positions himself behind you, his expensive trousers now discarded. You feel his impressive length pressing against you as he applies the cool lubricant with practiced fingers.

"Ready, Riley?" he asks, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

You nod eagerly, checking the clock one more time: 23:57.

"Hurry!" you urge. "We gotta be like, right in the middle of it when the clock strikes twelve!"

00:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Platinum Suite, Pulse Nightclub, London

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