Payback

Alma let out a gush of air. It took her a few seconds to come back to where she was. Tentatively, she climbed down from the counter and picked the massive thong wedgie Imogen had given her. The redhead didn’t need to check if Imogen had drawn something out of her. The crotch of her thong was wet.

Now it would be five minutes. She worried that if Imogen went straight back to touching her, she would cum in her panties. Alma needed the relief.

“Awww, you were so close, weren’t you? After this round, you’re finished. Everyone’s going to see you cum, and you’re never going to live this down.”

“Fuck you,” Alma shot back. “No. This isn’t over. I’m getting you back.”

Imogen raised her eyebrows, but a smile still dared to dance on her lips. The crucial rounds the dancer had won had instilled her with confidence. Alma had to win this round. She just had to get back on track.

Alma didn’t wait to see who would choose the first card. She would. The teetering redhead moved with slow purpose back toward the table, trying to catch her breath. Alma took a card. Five. Another low card.

She gulped, fearing the worst. Alma clenched her fists, hoping, praying that the pendulum would swing back her way. Imogen had to suffer the humiliation she had just endured. Everyone was watching.

Imogen selected a card.

“Yes!” Alma burst out. “Yes!”

Imogen had drawn a three. The five minutes were Alma’s.