Kim wanted to show that she could take the heat

The cocky guy said with a smirk, "Name is Dickon by the way. Don't say a word sweetheart, because mine will be in your mouth soon."

Kim rolled her eyes. She wondered if that was his real name or a nickname. Either way, it suited him.

The next round started. Kim had scarcely seen the pair of 10 she was dealt before Dickon raised.

Sure, pair 10 was worse than the previous hand. But what were the odds Dickon had a better hand? Surely he was bluffing. She couldn't let him see that she was intimidated.

Dickon raised an eyebrow when she called his raise. "Wow, Sweetheart has spunk. But it will take more than that to burn my hand."

The other players, wary of the aggression, folded. "Looks like its just me and you again Sweetheart. Why don't you drop out and save yourself from being hurt?" With that, Dickon raised again.

The moment of truth. Kim would have to go all in if she wanted to follow Dickon. She did.

It took an agonizingly long time to reveal the flop. Before the dealer could do so, Dickon slid his cards to her, face-up. A pair of Aces. The fold was a 9 Spade.

Kim stared at her losing hand, her stomach twisting with anxiety.

"I'm sorry, Kim," Dickon said, his tone mocking sympathy. "It seems you owe us your clothes." In the casino, the winner can request for the loser to change their clothes.

Another school uniform appeared in front of Kim.

With a sigh, she started undoing her smart jacket and tie. Her starched blouse was next, then her bra. Her breasts hung free for a few anxiety-laden seconds as she struggled to put on the new bra. This time, the bra was a garish pink half-cup bra. Its striking color and push-up nature made it more suitable for a nightclub than the classroom. Her perky breasts were accentuated, barely contained by the half-cups.

Her new midriff-baring top was just as white but definitely not starched. Instead, its material was thinner than expected and her pink bra was just slightly visible through it. Somehow, there was also a convenient button missing in the middle of her chest, exposing her cleavage.

Her modest knee-length skirt went the same way, to be replaced by a similarly pink high-cut panties and pleated miniskirt. The miniskirt was so short and light that it flounced up whenever she leaned over the table, which she had to do to pick up the cards. This afforded bystanders plenty of opportunities to witness her party underwear.

Worse, the panties was cut so high that its top rested above the miniskirt. Kim could pull down the skirt to cover her genitals, or pull it up to cover the panties' waistband, but not both. No matter what, anyone could see her intimate clothes were for a night of fun.

Annoyingly, she had to replace her socks with white stockings and her shoes with another pair one shade darker. It was difficult to change her footwear without flashing anyone.

Finally, she was done, looking she wore a Halloween costume and seeking a night of partying. Predictably, Dickon let out wolf whistles and the other men - and some women - laughed, their eyes raking over her body with undisguised lust. Kim felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she **** them back, determined not to show any weakness.

"Why don't you get over my knees and I'll teach you to play poker."