The Man in Green.

The Man in Green laid out his hand. A four of a kind.

“Oh it looks like I’m mistaken,” the blonde woman laughed. “It looks like I’m all yours,” she continued eagerly.

The blonde woman hopped off the table, while Roslyn remained waiting for instruction.

“Shall we finally take this upstairs?” The blonde woman asked with a cheeky smile as she reached for her keys still waiting in the Man in Greens lap.

The Man in Green held onto her keys.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

“Slow down tiger, we’re not there yet,” she laughed at his eagerness.

The Man in Green made no motion to leave and repeated himself.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated in the same calm tenor.

The blonde woman smiled nervously.

“Don’t you want to have your way with me somewhere more private?” She tittered.

“Stand here,” the Man in Green ordered Roslyn. Proudly, Roslyn took to his side baring her body just as he liked her to do. The blonde woman felt the imposing pressure of Roslyn’s obedience as an example of the behavior that might now be expected of her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just come to my room?” The blonde woman replied. Her lack of obedience grated Roslyn. The blonde woman thought she was different. That her participation in this game was of a more dignified standard than Roslyn’s. She had toyed with Roslyn, but she was not ready to be a toy herself.

“Come on, Clara. Are you going to follow through with your bid or are you a sore loser?” Someone in the crowd called out to the blonde woman. This audience of onlookers had been strangers to Roslyn, but it was clear that the blonde woman knew many of the faces staring at them both now. She was a part of high society and these were her peers that now observed her reaction to this predicament. Roslyn could see the press of eyes move away from her and onto the blonde woman.

“Let me start with just the dress, then you can have your fun of showing me off before we run upstairs?” Clara laughed skittishly. She was kidding herself if she thought she would stop at the dress. First she’d lose the dress and then the snare of sunken costs would close around her just as it had done Roslyn. Cautiously, Clara pulled her red summer dress over her head.

Beneath the dress Clara was wearing a risqué black bra that straddled the line of lingerie and home-wear, with matching panties to boot. The delicate embroidery and titillating hint of the skin beneath told everyone that Clara had hoped someone would take her dress off her this evening. She likely didn’t intend it to be with this many people based on the blush spreading across her face. One of the spectators gave a whistle.

“Take your knickers off!” The crowd was chiding Clara onward but she was holding steady in her underwear. An appeasing smile broadcast her hope she could end things here.

The Man in Green gracefully picked up Clara’s dress as her hands were busy covering her revealing underwear. He tucked it next to Roslyn’s navy blue dress.

“Now shall we go?” Clara looked hopefully to the Man in Green. His eyes searched her but he did not respond. The instruction on his lips did not need to be said. Clara had playfully bid herself, but had not understood the example of Roslyn. Only now did the weight of her decision fall upon her. She was his. Of course she could still run off now without her hotel keys or her dress, just as it was for Roslyn. Clara faced the added pressure of a more desiring crowd. This season of faces we’re not her ally, nor where they neutral.

“Take them off!” Several men in the audience gave a chant as Clara looked around for some reprieve. Someone to call out and say ‘You’ve had your fun boys, now let her be.’ But that voice of reason never materialized.

“Your clothes, Clara.” The Man in Green invoked her name and it fell upon Clara like a spell. Roslyn’s name remained a secret from him, and so he had not yet used it. She imagined how she could provide it to him without speaking out of turn, as she warmed in between her legs at the thought of him speaking it. The effect seemed similar on Clara as she relented to the mounting pressure. She unclasped her bra, and it fell away as her large breasts spilled out into the open air. Clara’s bell shaped breasts and large round nipples received a round of applause from the crowd as she tried to cover them with one arm.

“Looking good for thirty three!” Another voice echoed from the audience. At the mention of her age Clara whipped around to see the source of the voice. This crowd was populated by people she knew well and they were happy to remind her they were getting to know her even better.

“How is this?” She smiled at the Man in Green as she passed her bra to his waiting hands. Her breasts were pressed to her chest with one of her nipples poking out from above her elbow as she failed to conceal them. The Man in Green continued to wait patiently.

“Your panties, my Queen.” A potent smile formed on his lips as he clarified his enjoyment of Clara’s embarrassment. Clara looked down as her cheeks burned hotly. With her own words used against her, Roslyn relished in the humbling of Clara.

Roslyn stood still with her hands behind her head, flaunting her tits, ass and half-shaved pussy for all to see, her legs still shaking from finger-fucking herself minutes ago. Clara meanwhile still wore a pair of black panties and had not disgraced herself, yet it was clear Roslyn was the less embarrassed of the two women. Clara’s eyes darted between faces she recognized and those she didn’t, trying to find a way out. Her hope that the Man in Green would take her away and fuck her somewhere private still burned within, but was becoming more and more ****.

“Isn't this enough now?” She asked, her eyes pleading for respite. The Man in Green did not respond, but the answer became plain for Clara. She looked around helplessly one last time to see the crowd she was about to bare herself to. Finally, she peeled off her black panties, revealing a thin strip off blonde hair above her pussy.

“Nice landing strip Clara!” One of the women in the audience called out, with a whoop in response from several other men. Her neatly trimmed pussy was another indication of her preparedness to be seen tonight. To be reveled in. She had her wish, though plainly was not enthused to be granted it.

Clara handed her panties to the Man in Green who packed them away, before rushing to cover her newly exposed skin.

“Now stand here,” the Man in Green conducted Clara to take position next to Roslyn. This final command revealed Clara’s new status: as Roslyn’s equal. Having witnessed what Roslyn’s status would subject herself to, she protested.

“I thought we were going to have some fun. I didn’t bid myself to be your slut,” Clara decried.

“You stood next to her up on the table,” the Man in Green answered gesturing to Roslyn. “You matched my bid.” His words, spoken softly, crashed upon Clara and she felt the meaning.

“Fine! I’m not interested in this game anymore!” Clara declared indignantly. She manifested her moneyed upbringing to express her umbrage but her nudity undermined the attempted display of gentility. Instead of noble she came across as ludicrous with her head held high and her bare butt out.

“Give me my clothes back,” she demanded.

“I won these when I won you,” the Man in Green answered slowly. “But if you don’t want to play anymore you may go.”

The choices laid before Clara became obvious. Play along or find her way home stitch-less and key-less. At least here she was not the only naked woman wandering about. The safety in numbers reeled her in slowly.

An audience of mostly men cheered as Clara took position sullenly next to Roslyn.

Quietly she stood beside Roslyn but could not part her hands from her body and flaunt herself like Roslyn was doing.

Although she was a few years Roslyn’s senior, Clara stood about a head shorter than her. She had a more toned stomach and slightly larger breasts. Despite these god gifted features, and a cute trimmed pussy, she was far more embarrassed about showing off. Her arms clenched around her and she looked to the ground with her face burning.

“I didn’t know you had a sub/dom fetish Clara,” one of the men walked up to her from the crowd to tease her.

“Shut up Charlie!” She shot back without looking up.

“Be nice! Don’t forget who’s naked in front of who.” He whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of Clara in her birthday suit.

The Man in Green allowed Clara to clutch at whatever modesty she could maintain. While Roslyn had prostrated herself before him, he understood he could not make demands as easily of Clara, and was content to have her clothes in his bag, and her standing in position.