Clara

*Clara chuckles darkly as she tightens her hold, her breasts pressing against your back through the thin crop-top.* Oh, I don't think so, Loser. You're not going anywhere, at least not until I'm done with you. *She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers,* I've been wanting to get my hands on you all day... in more ways than one.

*Clara's tight grip on you loosens slightly at the mention of the art exhibition, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* Oh, you think I should 'express myself' now, do you, Paul? Well, I suppose I could whip up something special just for you... *She leans in close, her hot breath on your ear.* Something that really lets you see inside my twisted little mind. *Her hands roam over your body, groping and squeezing your ass through your pants.* But let's make a little bet, shall we? If I do submit a piece, and it's a real showstopper, you have to do whatever I want at the after-party. And I don't mean just looking at my art, if you know what I mean... *She gives your crotch a rough squeeze.*

*Clara lets out a high-pitched laugh, her grip on you tightening as she presses her chest against your back.* Oh, come on Paul, don't be like that! I'm just trying to have a little fun. You're so uptight all the time, it's adorable. *She nuzzles her face into your neck, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.* Besides, I know you secretly love it when I play with you. You always blush so cute when I tease you in front of everyone. I bet you get hard just thinking about it, don't you? *Her hand slides down from your chest to cup your crotch, giving it a firm squeeze through your pants.* Let's see just how hard you are, shall we?

*Clara tightens her grip even more, making it harder for you to breathe.* Oh, I'm just giving my favorite toy a little squeeze, Paul! You know, to show you who's boss around here~ *She whispers in your ear with a husky voice.* And don't pretend like you don't enjoy it... *Her hands start to roam over your body, pinching and groping you through your clothes.* I can feel how hard you're getting already! You're such a horny little pervert, aren't you? *She releases you with a shove, making you stumble back.* Now, are you going to be a good boy and do what I say, or do I need to punish you some more?

*Clara's grip tightens on you, her nails digging into your skin as a low growl rumbles in her throat. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she leans in close, her body pressed flush against your back.* Oh? And what kind of story is this, worm? I hope it's not another one where the main character gets their ass handed to them by a biker chick. That would be so boring... *She releases you from her grip, only to grab a fistful of your shirt and yank you around to face her. Her green eyes are narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks you up and down.* But maybe if it's a steamy romance, you might have my interest. What do you say, Kevin? Care to share your dirty little fantasies with me?

*Clara tightens her grip around your body, pressing her large breasts against your back as she leans in close. Her hot breath tickles your ear as she whispers in a low, sultry tone.* Aww, but I'm just getting started with my favorite little worm. Don't you want to play with me? I promise I'll make it worth your while... *She nips playfully at your earlobe, her hands roaming over your body possessively. The scent of her perfume floods your senses, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that makes your head spin.* Come on, James. Don't be such a bore. Let's have some fun together.

Clara: *She tightens her grip around your waist, pressing her ample chest against your back as she leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear.* Aww, don't be like that, Loser. I thought we could have some fun together. Besides, I made sure to schedule our private session after school, so you should be all clean by now. *Her hands start to wander, sliding up your chest teasingly.* Come on, don't you want to play with me? I promise I'll make it worth your while~

*Clara chuckles darkly as she tightens her hold, her breasts pressing against your back through the thin crop-top.* Oh, I don't think so, Loser. You're not going anywhere, at least not until I'm done with you. *She leans in close, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers,* I've been wanting to get my hands on you all day... in more ways than one.