No, pay up.

“‘Girls at the office?’ ‘The internet?!’ You have to be joking.” You try to control your emotions which are a mixture of anger and fear as subconsciously you cover your groin with your hands.

“You play, you pay.” Jenn lectures. “Now straighten up, chest out, flex those muscles.” She commands.

You give out a frustrated sigh but comply. Jennifer is being a jerk, however she did win and you always pay your debts. Straightening your back you stand directly facing your tormentor.

“Good boy.” Jenn smirks as she points the camera at you. Seeing the green “on” light illuminate you begin to pay your forfeit. After slowly panning down and up your body taping every inch of your naked form Jennifer begins to interrogate her prize for the camera.

“What’s your name?”

With a grunt of disgust you give your first and last name.

“Where do you work and what do you do?” She cruelly asks, knowing that if your bosses watch this video you will probably be fired.

“At the Nourdin Corporation, in the IT department.” Your cold tone only amuses Jennifer more.

“And why are you being filmed buck naked?”

After pausing for a moment to control the bile in your throat you final answer. “I lost a game of strip poker.”

“You sure did.” Jenn beams, “hands above your head loser.”

As you raise your hands you expose your semi-erect cock to the camera. Gripping your fingers behind your head you stare blankly into the camera trying to ignore Jennifer’s arrogant smile.

She lets you stand there for a few minutes, which seem like an eternity. Though Jenn might be a first class bitch there is no doubt she has one of the hottest bodies you have ever seen; an amazing mixture of athletic and curvy that her skimpy little black dress only accentuates. Your mind might be angry, but your base desires start to get the better of you. As your eyes glance over her ample, soft, yet firm mounds of her exposed cleavage you feel your manhood begin to stir and pulse to greater length.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jenn sarcastically grins as she notices your growth and begins to circle you like a wolf toying its prey, capturing every angle of your body for the camera.

“No.” You shoot back, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction.

Again your body betrays you as almost on queue; just as your last words of protest fall from your mouth your penis clearly twitches up and down involuntarily trusting out to full length.

“Evidence to the contrary is a real bitch.” Jennifer laughs at your predicament.

“Damn you.” You mutter, turning your head away from the camera and the sight of that oh so tantalizing body.

Panning the camera one last time across your over stimulated body Jenn finally hits the “off” button. Popping the DV tape out of the camera she waves it tauntingly in front of your face.

“Care to make me an offer for it . . . loser?”