Begrudgingly, yes

The crowd could not have asked for a better outcome, and they were making it known. Sam stood strong against the hoots and hollars. Keeners tapped their temples, turned their eyes into cameras.

"Upstairs, then?" Her friend almost choked on the words, but she clearly wanted to get this over with. Isabelle realized that if they went up, it'd just be her, down here, humiliated and alone. The actual hacker Corban had enlisted sat smugly in his seat, eyes trained right on her **** body.

"Nuh, uh."

"Excuse me?"

"You said if we lost, I had to eat you out right here, in front of all these people. On this very table, I think you said specifically. Was that not true?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Was it?"

"It was."

"I don't see why my prize shouldn't be delivered any different." He unbuckled his belt and popped the button on his fly. "Knees first, is where I want you. We'll bring the table in soon."

Isabelle scanned the crowd pleadingly for any sort of rescue, but not a single face told her it wasn't looking forward to this. Everyone wanted it, and her friend had **** but to give it.

Sam grabbed the table for support and bent down on one knee. She looked up defiantly at Corban, then dropped down to the other. Corban licked his lips and slowly pulled down the zipper. Isabelle couldn't look away.