Playin cards

With the deck shuffled and the overlarge pot loaded with Scott's ill-gotten gains they sat down at the card table again.

Scott's mind was racing, trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. She was a she. Naked, big breasted and pussified. Her body, no longer hers, was throbbing with a newfound lust that clouded her thoughts. She could feel her friends' eyes on her, noticing her every little movement. The poker game had taken a twisted turn, and she was now the entertainment, the stakes seemingly higher than ever before.

“I have nothing to bet with,” Scott observed with a scowl. All her money sat in the pot.

Luke chuckled and motioned at her impressive chest. “That’s not true. You have your body. So. You can bet that. If you give one of us a good feeling up of those breasts … five dollars?”

The other two guys nodded. “Both hands for at least a minute,” Chris said.

Jack laughed. “And if you give one of us a hand job that should be worth… what… ten dollars?”

Luke chuckled as Scott’s face reddened. “I’d pay twenty dollars if you let me tit tuck you,” he winked as she tried to cover her breasts.

“A blow jobs gotta be worth fifty dollars?” Jack opined. Luke and Chris were in agreement.

“And the coup de grace, a fuck would be a clean hundred. Standard whore rates…” Luke suggested.

“If you can get five hundred dollars you get your body back…” Chris told her.

“Five hundred? Fuck me…” Scott’s heart was racing. This couldn’t be happening.

“No. That was just a hundred. Three hundred if we all fuck you…” Luke corrected and the others laughed.

Scott swallowed nervously. Yet she felt the heat rising from between her legs, the unbearable ache begging for release. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but her friends were enjoying the show too much. They had her trapped. “Fine. Deal…”