Chapter 5

What happens next?

Clara has an idea

Clara crawled out of the vent, and got to her feet. She was dismayed to find herself in yet another corridor, with doors that wouldn't open.

"Are you kidding me?" Clara sat down slumped against the door. "Guess all I can do is wait."

Five minutes turned into ten, turned into twenty. Clara bored out of her mind, had a dirty idea. She smiled, then slipped her hand inside her black knickers. She started stimulating herself slowly.

"Ohh… that's nice." With her other hand she began pinching the nipple on her left breast. Clara used her imagination, thinking about a certain time lord with a bowtie...

Clara sped up, and soon felt her orgasm coming. "Oh my god." Clara's knickers were soon soaked with liquid. "Ahhh…" Clara leaned back with her head against the door.

Suddenly Clara heard machinery at work. "Oh no," She said as she realised what was happening. She got up, and the door was raised up to the ceiling. Clara was suddenly face to face with the Doctor, wearing nothing put a pair of ejaculate-soaked knickers.

"Doctor! I..."

The Doctor stared at her, before turning around. "Let's get back to the TARDIS and pretend this never happened.

Clara walked behind the Doctor, hands clamped firmly around her breasts.

Note to self: never go for a wank while trapped in an alien facility.