I'm just a girlie who loves Doctor Who, especially Sarah Jane Smith. I take real episodes and make them sexy episodes.
"Oy! Take your hands off my ass, you fuck!" Clara yelled.
"Clara! I will not have you speak to my customers like that!"
"He was feeling up my ass!"
"That's part of the job, honey, if you don't like it, you can quit, and leave the apartment upstairs!"
Clara threw a glass mug to the ground, breaking it into a hundred pieces, turned her back to the pub, and walked out into the Victorian night.
Head down, wiping away her tears, she nearly was hit by a carriage.
"Miss, miss, are you a'ight?" a young lady said from inside the carriage.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine, if I may say, would you like a ride somewhere?"
"I have nowhere to go, actually. I have no job, no home, nothing."
"Darling," a woman said from inside the carriage, "Please, come with us, we have plenty of space in our home, some tea will do you good."
Clara agreed.
She wiped her eyes, lifted her head, and saw a beautiful young woman, with ivory skin, an angelic face, and great breasts that were overflowing out of her dress.
"I'm Jenny, by the way...and this is my mistress..."
"Wife..." an older woman said.
Clara couldn't help staring at her. Her black hat and the black veil that hid her face, was memorizing. She, too, had marvelous breasts that pushed against her dress.
"Wife, Vastra."
The carriage stopped in a private drive, adjacent to a mansion.
Clara stepped out of the carriage, looked up and was startled by the alien that was driving it.
"Oh, don't worry about him," Jenny said, "That's Strax, our butler."
Clara stepped inside the mansion and marveled at the decor and furnishings.
Candlelight lit her way as she followed Vastra and Jenny to the salon.
Jenny took Vastra's coat, and hat, to reveal that Vastra was, too, an alien being.
She was a Silurian. A reptilian humanoid. Green skinned, scales, with human features.
"Well, what do you think?" Vastra asked Clara.
"Uh...I...um..."
"Go on, get it out," Jenny urged.
"I...um, think you're beautiful."
"Isn't she just...beautiful face, eyes, luscious lips, and her body, and you should taste her pussy..."
"Jenny, dear, now, now, we just met..."
"Clara, Clara Oswin."
"Clara."
"Now, about you, no job, no home."
"No, m'am."
"Vastra."
"Vastra."
"Or mistress," Jenny giggled.
"Hush...you will stay with us until you get settled."
"Thank you, that's very generous."
"Strax will see you to your room. There's clothes, night gowns..."
"Unless she sleeps naked!"
"Jenny! Do you?"
"Sometimes, sure yeah, when I'm feeling randy and whatnot."
"Kinky."
"That'll be enough for tonight, we'll say good night."
"Good night."
Later that night in bed, a naked Clara couldn't stop thinking about Vastra and how she looked naked.
She squirmed to readjust her legs because her pussy was getting wet at the thought of fucking an alien and her wife.
Clara rolled over on her stomach, slid her hand down her stomach, and put it under her pussy and started to finger herself.
Her fingers were drenched with her juice. She quietly fingered herself to an orgasm--biting down on the pillow to muffle her moans.
But she wasn't the only one fingering themselves to an orgasm--Vastra and Jenny enjoyed their own orgasms as they watched Clara through peep holes from the next room.
"Delicious," Vastra growled.
The next morning Vastra decided to paint a portrait of Jenny.
While preparing the canvas and paint, Sarah Jane Smith, a former companion of three Doctors, materialized in Vastra's study.
"Well, now, what do we have here?" Vastra queeried.
"You're, uh, right, you're naked."
"Well, how else would I be, we are going for erotic!" Jenny said, laying on the bed.
"Right, I'm Sarah Jane..."
"Sarah Jane Smith...well, now, I have heard of you."
"You have?"
"Yes, the Doctor speaks about you quite often."
"That's nice to hear."
"What do we have the pleasure for?"
"I was having tea, and my computer, Mr. Smith, notified me that something was amiss in this time of the Doctor, so I used this Vortex Manipulator he gave me to travel here."
"Yes, there is something amiss, the Doctor has secluded himself, and women are being raped and murdered."
"That's horrible!"
"Yes, and since Scotland Yard has had no success, I believe it's up to us to find and catch the killer, known as The Ripper."
"You mean Jack the Ripper?"
"The one and only."
"But how?"
"I'm working on a plan, and I think our new friend, Clara, can help."
"Clara?"
"Well, you're the second companion visiting here, Clara Oswin, is upstairs, she arrived last night."
"And she's super cute and super hot," Jenny said.
"Jenny! You're correct, though."
"Oh, hey, hi, you're naked!" Clara exclaimed.
"I know! What do you think?"
"I wouldn't kick you out of bed."
"Clara, this is Sarah Jane, a former companion of the Doctor."
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"I have an idea," Vastra said, "How about we have some tea and get to know each other? Jenny, please get dressed and fetch some tea, love."
"I'd rather stay naked, thank you very much."
"Uh, Jenny, the Surilian tea, please."
"Right, Mistress."