They are just getting started.

Clara’s shyness was reforged under the laughter of her audience, and she tightened the security over her breasts and pussy. Another display of her feminine charms could not be so easily wheedled out of her by the brunette or her compatriots.

One of the Casino staff had been beckoned by the Man in Green to refill his chips after he lost another round. The young employee whispered into the ear of the Man in Green and a brief look of surprise was cast upon his eyes before being concealed by his familiar neutrality.

“Excuse me for a moment,” the Man in Green announced to the table. He stood up and turned to face the two naked women standing beside him.

“Be at ease while I am gone,” the Man in Green commanded, before turning to leave.

“At ease?” Clara responded incredulously. “Give me my clothes back if you want me to be at ease!” The Man in Green made no further reply but left the table and followed the Casino employee away from the table.

Roslyn had been standing with her hands behind her back for the past few rounds, and remained motionless. Now, being momentarily released from the Man in Green's instruction left her lost. She had not made a decision for herself in several hours. Her mind whirred as her executive decision making returned to her. What did she want to do for this momentary lapse in authority? The well-dressed PhD student who had entered the casino with a wedding ring and a fiancée was nowhere to be found. That woman had given away her clothes and dignity several hours ago, yet the submissive sexual deviant within her had not had to make a decision since taking ownership of Roslyn.

Thoughts of her ordinary life returned to her. In the morning she had experiments to run in the lab. She needed to go home and get some rest if she was to be in any shape to work the next day. But the liberty she was granted did not extend to leaving the casino. She was still property of the Man in Green. He had only given her the decision on how to occupy herself while he was gone. Finally she could cover herself but to what end? Everyone around her had a video on their phone of Roslyn furiously rubbing her clit while moaning with desire until she squirted and collapsed on the floor. What good was modesty now? Paralyzed by indecision, Roslyn remained standing.

To her left, Clara was grappling with her own choices. Her peers redoubled their teasing without the Man in Green present.

“Your friend here gave us quite the performance before, when is your turn?” The brunette began.

“Are you insane?!” Clara snarled back. “Unlike this freak I have some dignity.”

“Not much by my count,” another of Clara’s peers chimed in.

“Your owner left but you’re still choosing to stand here for him.” The brunette prodded. “What are you waiting for if not permission to follow your friend.”

“I’m waiting to get my clothes back!” Decried Clara.

“I think you’ll be waiting a while. Why not pass the time?”

Suddenly the brunette started laughing. “It seems your friend gets it.”

Clara looked to her side with horror as she watched Roslyn begin fingering herself once more.

“What are you doing?!” Clara demanded

In truth Roslyn didn’t know. She had no instruction, and as her mind had wandered it lingered on the Man in Green. And as it lingered she felt her desire for him pulse once more. Without the instruction to stand in a particular way she felt no prohibitions on her desire. Dreamily her fingers drifted south and began work on her clit, initiating a low hum of pleasure unlike the frantic intensity of her previous performance.

“Stop it!” Clara swatted at Roslyn as though she were a misbehaving pet. The hand previously protecting Clara’s breasts revealed her large puffy pink nipples. Her breasts wobbled as Clara slapped at Roslyn.

“Stop embarrassing us!” Clara angrily commanded. The crowd of onlookers laughed as Clara disciplined Roslyn. The two ridiculous nude women. Clara continued in a vain effort to hide her body while whacking at a Roslyn, determined to continue touching herself.

“Your friend seems a lot happier, be more like her.” The brunette chided.

“She’s not my friend!” Clara again answered.

Roslyn ignored Clara’s intervention and continued to play with herself.

“Stop it! You’re disgusting!” Clara batted at Roslyn and she received only a blank look in response.