Clairebear Nudes Novels & Stories

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I could feel their love and support regardless of who was standing in front of them. “Because that isn’t really what I am seeing right now,” Claire crosses her arms as she leans into one of those metal beams we use for our training. “What I am seeing is a bunch of girls trying to play some kind of strong independent women but don’t really have the power to be one so what they do is lure them instead, making sure that their target is powerful so that they can gain access to that power. In other words, you are nothing but cheap whores.” The tension in the room is palpable, and I have to give my teammates the credit that they deserve for holding out all the aggression they have against Claire a

Claire Miller spent the entire morning in a haze of nerves and filthy anticipation. She stood in front of her full-length mirror for almost forty minutes trying on different outfits before settling on the most shameless one. It was a white, ultra-sheer sports bra that was barely more than a crop top and matching white micro shorts so thin they were practically see-through. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and when she turned sideways, the outline of her shaved pussy lips showed obscenely if the light hit her just right. She looked like a whore trying to pass as a gym-goer.

Both of them stared at me with open hunger. Claire stepped forward first, running her hands over my waist. “You look like such a little whore for us,” she murmured, kissing my neck. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you again.” Dr. Hawthorne watched us for a moment before commanding, “Both of you. Undress. Now.” Claire pulled her tight white dress over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already hard. She was completely naked in seconds. I unhooked my bikini and let it drop, standing bare before them.