Lower - Will loses

Will gulped nervously. Chloe's eight didn't fill him with confidence. Still, it could be worse. He reached for the deck and drew the next card.

Four.

His blood turned to ice in his veins and his mouth dropped open in shock. Four? What the fuck? Oh shit, shit, shit. Why did he agree to this? He held all the cards, and now, had been undone by one.

Chloe was beaming with delight. "Oh, deary me," she mocked. "That's not good, is it?" Will made to stand up and pull off his shirt, but Chloe stopped him. "Wait just one sec," she said, and darted from the room, still covering herself.

When Chloe returned, she was fully dressed, her air up in a messy bun. She settled down on the sofa and gestured for Will to continue. "That's better," she said. "Now, please continue." She couldn't help smiling. What an escape. What a great idea she had, turning the tables, reversing her humiliation. She had snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. This - almost - made up for the embarrassment of waking to find Will perving her body.

Will hadn't said a word. He couldn't speak. Internally, he was cursing his stupidity and greed. How could he have fallen for her trap? His greed and lust had undone him. Seething, Will knew there was nothing for it. Nothing to be done but accept the punishment.

Chloe watched carefully as Will pulled his shirt up and over his head. It was great not having to hold her hands up over her body any more. Will's muscular chest came into view, and Chloe felt the same light rush as she did last week. This time, however, it was about to get even better.