Midnight strikes, and it's time to leave...

Amy's humiliation may have reached its peak, but it still isn't over.

Having happily witnessed her fart asscum all down her thighs and the manor's expensive carpet, Drake encourages her to return to socialising with him, without cleaning up.

And she wouldn't be a very good Queen of Spades if she said no to such a simple request now, would she?

So there she is, once again being introduced to another of Drake's peers, just now constantly distracted by the feeling of her anal creampie slowly drying on her legs under her dress.

This guy is super keen to talk about the Strip Poker game.

"So, how are you fancying your odds? You've got the most interesting decision out of the four of you. A poker pair of queens would be deadly, but also I imagine those custodian contracts are pretty wild. And the rules only let you hold onto one card between streets, so it's not like you get pocket queen's all the way through to the final hand. The prize money this round is pretty okay, but nothing compared to the first place prize on the river. But you need to come at least second place on every street if you want to be able to wear normal clothes for the rest of your 20s. And I'm not sure that queen-three-suited really has the reliability to see you through this round. But again, I have no idea what those queens contracts are like. Maybe you'd rather spend 10 years with no panties than three years here in total slut mode, or whatever."

Amy just nods along politely, hardly listening. The reality of the strip poker game, and what's happened to her tonight, and what's going to happen to her for the rest of her law college experience... It's just all crashing down on her and almost making her disassociate.

And what of Becky? She seems to have her head in the game way more than Amy does. Maybe even if Amy utterly fails and ruins her life, Becky will win it all and save Samantha.

That would make it all worth it.

Amy remains in this trance-like state for most of the rest of the time she's with Drake, focused inwardly on her own fears and anxieties rather than being in the moment.

At one point, she is so focused on herself that she forgets to react positively to everything Drake says and does, and earns herself another chime from her bracelet.

As frustrating as that is, it also triggers the realisation that it's almost midnight.

Almost time to leave.

She spends the last few minutes making an extra effort to assure Drake that she's greatly enjoyed getting to know him... Especially intimately... And will be looking forward to seeing him again soon. And then she says her goodbyes and waits for Becky to find her.

When Becky doesn't appear straight away, Amy starts wandering the party, trying to find her, but every room she goes in, there's no sign of her.

Maybe she's in the toilet.

Amy checks the toilets, which are indeed occupied, but when the woman using them finally finishes her business and steps out, Amy discovers that it's in fact Cindy - one of her opponents in the strip poker game - the redhead who hasn't got an opportunity to obtain a pocket pair, and therefore the person Amy is most likely to be winning against on Sunday's draw.

"Oh. Hey." They both mumble to each other, not sure where to look.

"Good luck on Sunday." Amy offers, still not making eye contact.

"Yeah." Is all Cindy manages.

"Have you seen Becky?" Amy asks.

"The brunette? Um, not for a while. Saw her heading upstairs with a really rich looking guy about 15 or 20 minutes ago." Cindy answers, before hurrying off back into the depths of the party.

Upstairs? Well, that makes sense. It's the one place Amy hasn't checked. She climbs the grand flight of stairs, and then listens keenly for any sounds of conversation.

She doesn't hear any noise of conversation-making... But she does hear something else. The sound of lovemaking.

Amy hurries to the bedroom door, which hasn't even been closed properly - much like her anal ecscapade earlier - and quietly nudges it open to get a better look.

Freddie, the rude posh guy who had described her to her face as 'Low savings account, and low self-respect' just half an hour ago, is naked, and pumelling his large condom-protected-dick as hard and fast as he can down into the pussy of some poor squeaking woman who is lying on her back, on a rug on the hardwood floor. Her tits are out, her dress has been hiked up to allow Freddie access (she's not wearing underwear!), and he has her thighs pinned spread wide by his own thick strong legs, giving Amy an incredibly intimate view of the woman's tight puckered butthole, and the place just above that, Freddie's dick is powerfully punching in and out of her.

The skirt of the woman's silky silvery-blue dress is splayed out beneath her.

Becky's silky silvery-blue dress.