Claire Clayworth - Chapter 2 - Part 1

A few weeks back, I promised to get back to work on some of my older ebooks, and polled you to choose between the Jenny Poussin and the Claire Clayworth story. Since the latter won out, I started writing it again. It's not near being complete, but here's what it looks like at the moment.

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When she woke up that morning, Miss Clayworth might have thought her day was going to be busy and unusual, but I can assure you my interventions would ensure it wasn’t. Sure, she’d laid off all these people and that had gone her way, but after I unleashed a bunch of spells on her, everything had become chaotic.

Just the way I like it.

So now she had these very big boobs—and they weren’t done growing—as well as super sensitive nipples. Even without my faerie sight, I could tell they were hard and puffy from the way they tented through her flimsy blouse. And thanks to another spell, Foul Mouth, she couldn’t help talk dirty and say out loud every nasty thought that came to mind. Considering how horny she now was, there were a lot of those.

All this courtesy of yours truly, Naughtybelle, faerie extraordinaire.

But now, to make matters worse, she had an important interview with someone called Mr. Edwards, something about a promotion or something. And even though her recent bout of self-pleasuring had slightly dulled the edge of her lust, it was just a matter of time before she lost control again. Maybe she thought she could wrap up the interview quickly and hide in her bathroom for the rest of the day to pleasure herself.

That wasn’t going to happen, I’d make sure of it. Claire Clayworth was a very bad woman. I felt it was my job to hand out some sexual retribution.

I’ll give her credit for trying, though. After her busty assistant Denise announced that Mr. Edwards had arrived, Claire grabbed a large folder with a bunch of documents in it, and pressed it against her oversized chest. While it covered her obscene nipples, it did push a lot of boob flesh sideways. It might look suspicious to that Mr. Edwards, but much less so than massive boobs struggling to pop her blouse’s buttons and escape their prison.

When James Edwards entered the room, the version of Claire Clayworth that stood before him certainly wasn’t the one he had expected. He probably thought she was a slim, severe kind of woman, with not a single hair out of place and dressed appropriately for a female manager in a man’s world. The woman who stood before him was anything but that. Her hair was disheveled and she seemed out of breath, as if she’d just finished a 100-yard sprint. She walked toward him on wobbly legs, holding out a hand while firmly keeping the large folder over her even-larger chest with her other arm.

"Mr. Edwards," she said in a hurry, "it's so fucking nice to meet you"

She pulled her hand back to cover her mouth just as her guest was about to shake it. Edwards himself was the very picture of propriety and decorum. His three-piece marine suit was impeccably tailored to his size and his graying hair was groomed to perfection. His thin moustache and round glasses added refinement to what was an already distinguished gentleman’s face. The briefcase he carried bore his initials, discreetly embedded in the fine Italian leather. As he extended his hand, I could see his nails were perfectly manicured. This was a man who valued appearance and an attention to detail.

Claire quickly recovered from her verbal gaffe, grabbed Edwards’s hand, and shook it vigorously. She stared at him in the eyes and gestured toward the couch in the corner of her office.

“Mister Edwards,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice. “It’s so very good to have you here. Would you please have a seat? Can I offer you… anything?”

Claire coughed and clasped a hand over her mouth. I chuckled. I knew she had almost blurted out something indecent, like “Can I offer you a taste of my tits?” or “Care to ram your cock up my ass?” or something along those lines, but she’d managed to catch herself before it came out. That was Foul Mouth forcing her to say out loud any and all filthy thoughts crossing her dirty little mind. With Nitch driving her nipples crazy and Boobalicious causing her breasts to expand beneath her blouse, there were constant jolts of pleasure zapping her clit and pussy, keeping her wet and eager for sex. Even the recent masturbation session, minutes before Edwards’s arrival, could not sate her burning libido. With my Faerie Sight, I could see her heat rising again. In five to ten minutes at most, she’d be crazy with lust and would do anything for sex. This interview was going to be FUN!

Mr. Edwards shook his head, opening his briefcase to fish out a pen and notepad. If he had noticed anything about her predicament, he was too professional to let it show.

“That won’t be necessary, Miss Clayworth," he said in a Southern accent. "If you’re ready, we can proceed. I’m sure you’re having quite a… busy day.”

Claire nodded, swallowed, and sat down next to him. This interview meant the world to her. Yet there she was, aroused like she'd never been in her life, sitting on a couch with a man who could determine her future, struggling to keep her expanding tits behind a folder that now seemed woefully inadequate to the task, and fighting against waves of pleasure radiating from her itchy nipples.

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To be continued.