The woman, her heart racing and her face beet red, knows she's losing the bet. It's a game of poker, but she didn't reckon on her opponent's skills - or his zest for revenge. As the chips fall, it becomes clear that she owes him. A lot.
His grin widens as he leans back in his chair, taking a long sip of his whiskey. She tries not to stare at his hardening member, visible even under the table. "You've got quite a hand there, sweetheart," he says finally, "but it looks like you've lost."
Swallowing hard, she nods. She hates to admit it, but he's right. The promised blowjob is suddenly a whole lot less appealing than the pride she's been holding onto. Still, she rises from her seat, her heart pounding with anticipation and trepidation, and makes her way towards him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his desire.
