That won't even have been the greatest challenge of the day...

Back in her room, it takes Amy a while to calm her nerves.

What's happening to her life is really quite inconceivable, and yet somehow, it's real. Of course in this world of heavily enforced contract law, it's not like this sort of thing is unheard of, but it's one thing to hear stories from your parents and on the news warning people of the risks of entering into seriously high stakes contracts... And it's another for it to actually happen to you.

In the end, there's one thing she clings onto to bring her back down to Earth.

I'm doing this to earn the money needed to pay off her contract. I'm doing this for HER.

Focusing on thoughts of her old friend, Amy brings herself out of this panic, and back into focus mode.

The next task ahead of her... Is attending this party she's been invited to. She can't flake out, because she was invited by a black man, and that would definitely earn her a bunch of Frigidity Points from her Sentinel. She's already earned one... And is doing her best not to think about what will be required of her to 'pay' it off.

RIght now, the goal is to not earn any MORE Frigidity Points. Which means turning up to this party and acting like a women who loves black men and everything she has to say.

And, since a black man requested it of her, she has to turn up in a smart but slutty outfit.

There's really only one item in her wardrobe which matches that description - a long black gown with a deep slit in one side and a rather plunging neckline, which she has only worn once, and that time was with a vest top underneath to make the neckline more modest.

This time, she'd have to wear it without a vest top... And probably without a bra, too.

She was going to definitely be attracting a LOT of male gaze tonight.

Amy meets Becky at the entrance to Becky's dorm block. As Becky descends the short flight of external stairs, she raises her eyebrows at Amy's appearance.

"Wow." Is all Becky says, as she takes Amy in.

The long slit exposing lots of hip and thigh, and the deep plunging cleavage are bad enough, but the high stiletto heels, heavily made up face and hooped earrings all come together to really sell a picture of a woman who enjoys male attention.

"I know." Amy says raising her hands defensively. "Just... It's what I have to do."

"Right. The Queen of Spades." Becky says understandingly.

"For the Queen." Amy says, mockingly making a military salute as she does.

"You really should make it two queens." Becky reiterates her earlier opinion.

"I'm not. Becoming. The College. Call Girl." Amy snarls through gritted teeth.

Becky doesn't say a word, but her expression betrays what she wants to say: You already look like the college call girl.

"UGH!" Amy growls in anger and frustration, and turns and begins to trot towards the part of campus where the posh houses are located.

Of course, the click clack of her tall heels, and the way it makes her legs look and her hips sway, just reinforces Becky's silent point.

"You made it!" The young friendly black man called Drake says as the front door of the small mansion swings open to grant them entry.

"Of course!" Amy replies jovially. "I've been excited all day!"

"You look great! Black really suits you." Drake flirts, hungrily taking in the view of Amy's cleavage.

"Haha, you bet it does. I love everything black." Amy flirts back.

Becky makes an exaggerated eye roll, and pulls Amy inside.

"I'll get you two some drinks. Fizz? Beer? Or something harder?"

"Water for me, please." Becky says dryly.

Amy gently elbows her friend in the arm. "We'll both have fizz. Thank you."

"Two glasses of Prosecco, coming up!" And he disappears through the crowd of partygoers.

The huge atrium is well populated with twenty or so men and women in smart suits and posh dresses. Everyone looks good, but nobody looks as eye-catching as Amy. The women glance at her and click their tongues, the men glance over and then forget to stop glancing. Amy feels like she has immediately become the center of attention, and she hates it. She already feels like she just wants the ground to open up and swallow her. She hates being the person that everyone is looking at when the circumstances are normal - but now that she's a minor celebrity, because pretty much everyone knows about the strip poker game, and was in the audience when the cards were dealt, and also she's pretty much got her tits out.

"I'm going to check out the food." Becky says, licking her lips, and heads over to some buffet tables against one wall. Amy moves to follow... And then her view of Becky is obstructed by the face of a man.

"Hey, remember me?" He asks, grinning widely.

He does look familiar, but Amy can't remember why. "You are... Um..." She hesitates... And then remembers.

"Oh god... You're the guy who gave me directions."

"That's me! Haha! Good memory! Well, am I glad to see you here! I thought it might be ages before I get the chance to cash in on our contract."

Fuck. FUCK!

Amy had all but forgotten about that contract - pretty much the first person-to-person contract she agreed to after arriving here. It feels like it was a year since that all happened. But in fact it was only slightly over 48 hours ago.

In exchange for directions to the study room that her supervision was being held in, she agreed that this man, whose name she does not know, was allowed to request immediate ownership of her panties, once, at any time of his choosing.

"Wait, you don't mean..." Amy starts.

Not now, not while I'm wearing this slutty dress with the high slit! The slit goes so high up my hip that people might be able to tell I'm not wearing underwear!!!

"Yep, that's right, I'd like you to fulfill the terms of the contract now. Panties, please!" The man says, not making any attempt to hide how proud he is of himself.

"FINE! Let's go find a private room, and..." Amy begins.

"Nope!" He interjects. "Right here, right now! That's what we agreed to. And every moment you delay gives me a stronger case if I decide to take you to arbitration for breaking its terms."

That last sentence sends chills down Amy's spine. She can not handle any more penalties from failing to adhere to the terms of contracts.

"This can't be right. I specifically remember you saying that it wouldn't be in front of a crowd."

"Actually, the wording was that it wouldn't be ON-STAGE in front of a large crowd. I was merely clarifying that it wouldn't be in the middle of the strip poker game proceedings. Parties like this are obviously totally fair game." His grin grows even wider.

"You son of a bitch." She says coldly. "You absolute asshole."

But even as she says those words, she's hiking up the side of her dress with the slit enough to reach her lacy black thong, and begin to slide it down her legs.

In front of what must be nearly half the people at this party.