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Imogen lay in a heap in the kitchen behind the counter. She'd heard the buzzer. She knew it was over, but she was grateful not to be able to see Alma for a few moments. Her ass was on fire as she rubbed her flaming posterior. Her cheeks blazed with pain and embarrassment.

The cameras had seen her at Alma's mercy. Being thrown up onto a counter like a child and spanked in front of her and Alma's friends was almost too much to take. That was three rounds and three losses. It had to come to an end.

Imogen climbed to her feet, with some of the soreness leaving her ass. She had to focus. Going down like this would be even more degrading than losing at all. How could she show her face if she never even put up a fight and allowed Alma to dominate her?

Alma was already waiting at the table with her arms folded. Six cards had been removed from the deck, including two of the lower cards. All the big cards were still there, cards that would guarantee Imogen a shot at returning the favor at last. The timer on the shelf had already been cranked up to two minutes.

"How's your ass?"

Imogen didn't respond as she trudged back into the living area.

"You're so easy. Next time, I'm going to make you scream even louder."

"Just let me pick my card."

"No, this time, I want to pick the first card," Alma smirked. "You could use a chance.

Imogen blinked. Was she really that arrogant that she wanted to alter the order of who picked the cards? "Fine."

Alma bent over, making a show of wiggling her fingers as she approached the deck. Imogen's stomach clenched. Everything was crossed, hoping for a low card or even a lowly two that would all but guarantee her a win in round four.

"Oh, look." Alma flashed the card at her. "A jack. You're in trouble."

Imogen's mouth went dry. There were only three cards that could beat a jack. Four queens, four kings, four aces, or one of the remaining three jacks to tie. Imogen tried to do the math in her head, but she knew the odds were already against her. Alma's wide smile was annoyingly perfect. She wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her face.