The Recognition You Deserve

Claire watches Gavin step through the door hours early, award tucked under one arm and a scowl cutting across his face. Tara’s nowhere in sight. He drops the whole story in one breath—Tara turning up late, passing out business cards like candy, then pitching a fit until she marched out and left him hanging in front of everyone. Claire’s heard enough. Her mom’s treated him like garbage long enough. She gets an idea quick: their own private after-party, right here, just the two of them. They raise imaginary glasses, trade a clumsy slow dance in the foyer. Heat builds with every sway of her hips against his. She can feel how hard he’s getting. When she looks up, his eyes say the same thing hers do. Clothes come off in a rush. She drops to her knees, takes his cock deep, then climbs him right there against the wall. Her natural tits bounce as he slams into her, red hair swinging, the pair of them grunting and cursing with every thrust. Tara bursts in mid-fuck, frozen, but they barely glance over—just wave her off and keep pounding. Tara storms out again, wrecked, while Claire rides Gavin harder, making damn sure every inch of him gets the prize he earned tonight.