A very uncomfortable hour of partygoing

For whatever reason, Drake doesn't want to allow Amy to go to the toilet.

Fine. She'll just hold the cum in her ass. It's not worth another Frigidity Point for disobeying a black man.

The two return to the party, where Drake takes her for further tours of the manor and its beautiful garden. He introduces her to some friends, sometimes as 'Amy or something', and sometimes as 'my new piece of ass'. In either case, Amy smiles sweetly and acts as if she's pleased to be referred to in such a flippant and disrespectful manner.

And all the while, the pressure in her backdoor builds.

"Drake, I'm happy to meet your friends, but first, I've really got to go deal with what you left up inside my butt. I'll just be two minutes in the toilet." Amy says to Drake after an entire hour has passed, and the sensation of needing to expel this anal creampie has reached near intolerable levels.

Drake wrinkles his nose. "That's no fun, though, is it?" He comments idly. "I like the idea of my cum still being in your ass. And I love the idea of you losing control of holding it while wandering around my party."

You can't be serious. Amy thinks. Oh my god, you're serious.

"You w-want me to..." Amy stutters.

"I want you to hold it until you can't hold it any more. Or maybe you can make it all the way until midnight, when your friend comes to take you home. It's my idea of a fun little game." Drake grins. "In fact, we should make a bet."

Another contract?! Amy thinks, horrified. But she can't show anything but enthusiasm to this crazy man.

"What sort of bet did you have in mind?" She asks with poorly concealed trepidation.

"Hmm... Well I'm guessing by the fact that you're playing in that crazy strip poker game, that you need money, right? So how about this. If you can make it to midnight without farting my cum out, I'll give you five thosuand dollars."

Holy shit. That's a lot of money.

"But...?" Amy asks.

"But... If you can't hold it until we part... You have to let me see it." Drake grins.

"Huh?!"

"No matter where we are, you have to pull aside your dress and bend over so that I can watch it come out. And we're not going to go hide away upstairs, we're going to keep wandering and socializing. If you fail to do that, you owe me the money instead."

Holy shit. But the money... And if I outright decline, I'll definitely earn Frigidity Points.

"Make it ten grand, and you're on." Amy finds herself saying.

I can hold it.

"Deal!" Drake replies instantly, very happy indeed.

"Sentinel, how long is there until midnight?" Amy asks weakly.

"43 minutes and 12 seconds." Her bracelet immediately replies in its posh British voice.

Fuck. I don't think I can hold it.