No, she loses. With no clothes left, she gives a blowjob.

Kim was down to her last rebuy. If she lost, she was out of clothes and would have to pay off her debt in another way - servitude.

Yet, the gods of fortune was smiling down on her. Kim held pocket Aces. She immediately raised aggressively, driving other players off. Except for Dickon that is. "I can't lose sweetheart, not with a lucky angel like you by my side. Or under me, rather, after you lose this round."

With that, Dickon matched Kim's all-in. Kim held pocket Aces to Dickon pocket 2s. She grinned.

After the flop and the turn, Kim's grin grew bigger. Infuriatingly, Dickon was somehow unaffected.

The river card was revealed. Kim's world came crashing down. Shock, horror, then a void in her mind. Impossibly, the river card was a 2 - Dickon's three of a kind beat her pocket Aces. What. The. Fuck.

Before Kim could process her changed fate, Dickon was behind her. He twisted her hands behind her and quickly tied them. The ropes were tight, biting into her delicate skin.

Then, he pushed her, none too gently, onto the floor, restricting her movements to a humiliating crawl on her knees. Kim's world narrowed to the hard, dark surface under the table. She felt the eyes of the poker players on her, both men and women chuckles filling the air with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

"Time to earn your keep, my lucky charm," he said sardonically. "Crawl under the table. Told you my big friend will be in your mouth."

With a pale face, Kim moved under the table in a slow, undignified shuffle. Inch by inch, she scooted nearer to Dickon, her vision restricted to the dark underbelly. The smell of stale cigar and shoe polish filled her nostrils. The carpet scratched her bare skin, rubbing her knees raw.

Dickon's legs were spread wide, an open invitation that left her no room for refusal. Kim crawled moved closer, her bound hands causing her to lose balance slightly and almost falling face-first.

Dickon chuckled, a low, sinister sound that echoed off the table above. "Well, don't just hang around, Sweetheart. Get to work."

Her cheeks burned with shame as she positioned herself between his legs. Dickon took time to unfasten his belt, the metallic clicks seemed impossibly loud in the quiet space, each sound amplifying her humiliation.

He eagerly freed his cock from the tight restrain of his briefs. His cock was 7 inches long. Girthy, veiny, and already half-erect, no doubt from the show she had put on. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the bulbous head.

Dickon looked down on Kim and his cock grew harder still. A kinky college outfit exposing Kim's skimpy lingerie. Her udders hanging loosely as she gave a blowjob, unsupported by the tiny bra. While she was dressed, it took little imagination to reveal her naked self. Her mind was blank, she acted on instinct, a hidden submissive revealed.

Dickon shifted impatiently, his hand gripping her hair tightly, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Pain shot through her scalp, but it was nothing compared to the wave of disgust and arousal that flooded her senses.

Kim closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of her situation, but the fleshy texture of his member pressed impatiently against her lips, demanding deeper entry. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with each ragged gasp, and then, with a silent sob, she sucked on his cock.

The taste of his dick was bitter, acrid, a stark contrast to the sweet promises whispered in the dark corners of her mind. She tried to focus on the task at hand, the slick slide of warm meat against her tongue, the rhythmic bob of her head in sync with his subtle thrusts.

Above the table, the game continued, oblivious to the intimate drama unfolding beneath. The clink of chips and murmured bets provided a surreal backdrop to her degradation.

"Slow down, sweetheart, this is not a race," Dickon taunted.

Kim could tell which hands Dickon won or lost. When he lost, he took his anger out on her, pulling her by her hair to suck him all the way in. When he won, he flirted with the dealer at the table, leaving her to her own blowjob pace.

"Man, its hard to concentrate with this bitch's blowjob. Look like an angel, blows like the devil," Dickon announced.

After too many hands, Kim could hear Dickon's breathing change, grow heavier, as he neared his climax. Kim struggled with the growing flood of pre-cum.

"That's it, girl," he growled, his grip tightening on her hair. "Take it all."

Grabbing her pigtails, he pulled his cock all the way down her throat. With a grunt and a final thrust, he released himself, his seed spilling onto her waiting tongue. Kim choked on his cock and cum, struggling to breathe as he savored the deepthroat.

The flood of cum overwhelmed Kim's senses. She could only swallow half. The rest of the thick cum overflowed her mouth and dribbled onto her blouse. The cum bleached her sheer blouse, leaving white goblets that were as visible as her angelic lingerie. She blushed, utterly humiliated.

Dickon slapped her lightly on the face to get her attention. "I'll teach you to swallow it all next time. But good job leaving marks of what a blowjob bitch you are," he guffawed.