A little poker

Veronica walked unsteadily to the porch in her two inch heels. The twinge in her pussy felt like it was throbbing. She leaned over the railing and looked in on the game.

The frat guys were wearing long shorts and baggy tshirts. There was a pile of chips on the table. Hands were going by quickly.

She felt a burning pain in her nipples and clit.

"Slut, semen, NOW!" the voice barked a reminder.

"Boys, can you deal me in?" Veronica said the first thing that came to her head.

The guys looked over her business suit and whore hair and grunted approvingly.

"Sure, milfy," one of the said. "What are you putting up?"

Veronica blushed, simultaneously flattered and embarrassed. MILFy. Mother they'd like to fuck. She began to reach for her purse.

"YOUR CLOTHES, YOU DUMB SLUT," the voice blared.

"My clothes," Veronica rasped.

The frat boys wolfwhistled and dealt her in. A couple sent texts on their phones.

"Sure."