An unpleasant meeting

Matt lowers his head with the most embarrassment he's ever felt in his life as he's walked through the middle of the casino floor in nothing but his underwear. All eyes turn to him with surprise, many of the men recognising Matt from all the time he's spent beside them at the table previously. His little walk of shame finally reaches it's end when they reach a door marked as 'staff only'. The security guard leading the way opens it up, leading Matt into a series of hallways and backrooms that he's never seen before. Most of the doors are closed, but one room that he does manage to get a peak into reveals the make-up room, where a couple of the working girls are getting ready in front of some mirrors, presumably before starting their shift.

The security guard Matt is following finally comes to a stop in front of a door labelled 'floor manager'. He gives a brief knock before hearing a voice respond from inside.

"Come in." A deep voice responds from the other side of the door.

The security guard opens the door and enters, stepping aside to reveal a man seated at a desk in some sort of an office. As Matt gets a look at him, he's shoved inside by the security guard standing behind him.

"Hey, what the hell!" Matt exclaims as he stumbles into the centre of the room.

The second security guard enters the room, shutting the door behind him and joining his colleague to block off the sole entryway, ensuring Matt doesn't get any ideas about making a quick exit. As he overcomes the whiplash of being pushed into the relatively small office, he takes in his surroundings. Seated before him at a large desk is another bald, muscular, black man, but unlike the security guards, he's dressed in a full suit. Stood beside him is an Asian woman with jet black hair, presumably an employee, although dressed quite differently to all the other women that work in this place that he's come across so far. Unlike her colleagues, this woman is dressed in a formal corporate style outfit, with a white button up shirt, pencil skirt and blazer. However, her outfit doesn't quite meet the dress code required for most offices in corporate America. Her skirt is short enough that it only barely covers her pussy, and her blouse is showing enough cleavage that Matt is pretty sure he can see the top of her areola poking out. She's clutching a notepad in her arms and looking him up and down with a serious expression.

"I'm assuming you're Matt." The man who is presumably the 'floor manager' asks.

"That's... that's right." Matt answers hesitantly.

"Well my name's Wes, and I manage this joint." The man responds.

"Ahh, nice to meet you." Matt says in return.

"Nah, it won't be." Wes responds, making Matt even more nervous.

He pauses a moment, looking Matt's half-naked body up and down, seemingly not thinking much of him based on his expression.

"See, Trinity here has just brought your name to my desk, which is very bad news for you." Wes continues.

Matt is practically sweating now, the reality of how much trouble he is in slowly sinking in. His clouded mind from all the booze is rapidly clearing as the adrenaline sets in.

"She did this because your debt has now gone over the limit that we allow our customers to reach. Meaning it's time for you to pay up." Wes says sternly.

"I see... and what... what would that limit be?" Matt asks anxiously.

"Hmmph, so you're telling me you haven't even been keeping track of your debt?" Wes asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Ummm... normally I do. But tonight things got kinda... out of hand." Matt responds.

"Trinity." Wes says, turning to the woman stood beside him.

The woman, Trinity presumably, looks down at her notepad, before responding.

"He currently stands at $51432 sir. And that's including all drinks purchased tonight, as well as the cost of a 60 minute anal session with one of the girls." She answers, her voice monotonous in tone.

"60 minutes! I was barely with her for 5..." Matt starts, his voice initially raised before trailing off as he realises it's far from the point.

"You know the rules, you pay for an hour minimum. But that's hardly relevant. You've crossed our $50000 debt limit, which means it's time to pay up." Wes says sternly.

"Alright look, I don't have the full amount right now, but I get paid next week and I can pay enough to get me back below the limit." Matt responds, his voice getting desperate.

"I'm afraid that simply won't do. Once you cross that threshold, you're marked as high-risk, and you'll need to pay up the full amount before you're welcome back in one of our establishments." Wes answers.

"You're kidding. That's almost half a year's salary for me. It'll take me forever to pay it all back." Matt pleads.

"We thought that might be the case. Which is why, under these circumstances, we're required to collect a form of collateral. You know, to prevent you skipping town and not paying up." Wes continues.

"I... I don't have anything worth anywhere near that much. My car is maybe worth a few grand, but I need that for work. Come on guys, there has to be some sort of agreement we can make here." Matt pleads, his desperation growing as he realises how dire the situation is.

"We'll be the judge of that. Let me tell you what's gonna happen. You're gonna give your keys to one of the men standing behind you, at which point them and a couple other guys are gonna swing by your place and collect some items which total at least 20% of your total debt. Once those items are secure on the premises, you're free to go, but the next time you walk back through our doors it'll be to fully repay your debt. Understand?" Wes explains.

"What if they can't find anything worth that much?" Matt asks, his mind racing through all his belongings at home.

"Then we're gonna have some much more serious problems." Wes responds bluntly.

"Ok ok but wait, my girlfriend is home right now. She doesn't know about any of this. Can they come back once I've made sure she's left? Please. I can't have her finding out about what I've been up to here." Matt begs.

Wes seems to share a knowing glance with his security guards, but Matt doesn't make anything of it.

"Don't worry, my boys have a very delicate way with women. Now give him the keys." Wes says sternly.

"This can't be legal. There's no way you guys are allowed to do this, no matter how big my debt is." Matt says, growing desperate now.

"Matt, do you know who I work for?" Wes asks.

"The... the ummm... Bulls. The Ebony Bulls." Matt responds.

"That's right. And do you know what the Ebony Bulls normally do to people who owe them debts?" Wes asks.

"Umm... no... no I don't" Matt responds, heart racing.

"Would you like to find out?" Wes asks.

"No. Please no." Matt says, shaking his head, nearly at the point of tears now.

"Then I suggest you fork over your keys." Wes responds, motioning to his guard's outstretched open hand.

"Ok. Fine." Matt responds reluctantly, handing over his keys.

The man behind him snatches the keys before exiting the room without another word. After finally giving in, Matt stands there awkwardly, half naked, in front of the three remaining people in the room, not quite sure what to do with himself. His mind wanders to Zoe, sitting at home with no idea what's about to happen. Maybe he'll get lucky, and she'll have gone out to the shops or something. However, so far tonight, his luck had been far from that good.