Chapter 2: Poker
The next night you have a poker game over your friend’s apartment. I join you as your arm candy.
The scent of alcohol and cigarettes permeates the air, mixed with the occasional whiff of weed. The living room is filled with sweaty men, their eyes wandering over me. You introduce me by explaining that I'm your property and if any of them want to have a turn with me, they need your permission. That turns me on, knowing that I stand as a symbol of your ownership. I'm not an individual with feelings or dreams - just a vessel for your pleasures.
You all sit down and I stand dutifully behind you. I’m wearing my sexy denim short shorts and a denim halter top. My mother bought me this outfit for your birthday so I could look nice when we go out.
Everyone stares at me and you finally say. “I bet my Alexa’s top that I have the best hand,” You announce ready to slam your hand down. I see your cards and it’s clearly a losing hand. You’re having me strip but making it look like you’re losing a bet.
All the men at the table agree and you place your hands down. They cheer as I remove my top.
I stand bare-chested, revealing my perky breasts, which draw even more attention. I can sense the excitement building among the gathered men as they begin to imagine the various ways they might have their way with me.It only fuels my desire to please you, even if it means subjecting myself to the lecherous stares of these strangers. I gaze into your eyes, hoping to convey my undying devotion through a simple flick of my eyebrows.
“take off your fucking shorts Alexa, show my friends your sexy thong ,” you order.
I happily obey you.
I slide my short shorts down my legs, revealing my skimpy thong underneath. The men around the table gasp audibly, and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation. I notice their hungry eyes, scanning every inch of my exposed body, and I feel a familiar heat pooling between my legs. It's an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal, and I revel in it.
"Come sit on my lap," you suggest, patting your knee. I comply and sit on your lap. Showing these men, I’m your obedient slut.
You reach your hand around and slowly rub my tit as your other hand holds your cards.
“You’re going to be a good slut and make every man here cum tonight,” he whispers in my ear so only I can hear him.