Chuck has an unexpected request.

"You want me to what?" Claire asked, not so much aghast as she was stunned. She was not a fool. She knew the risks she was taking, she knew there was a chance things could get sexual, but she also knew she could walk away if things were pushed to their limits. When Chuck told her that he would get to "play" with her. She had a good idea what that meant.

What she did _not _expect, however, was that she would be asked to take _his _clothes off.

"I don't know how to make it any clearer, take my clothes off." Then Chuck sighed. "Look Claire, I'm going to level with you. This is 100% a game of chance. You're playing to win some money. I'm hoping I get to bury my cock in whichever of your holes suits me at the moment." Claire blushed at his vulgarity, but said nothing. "However, if I'm going to do that, I'm going to need to have my cock out, and _you _are, for this spin of the wheel, going to make sure I'm ready to fuck you when the time comes, so get to it."

Claire set to her task, both stunned by his directness and a desire for him to not change his mind. She quickly slipped his blazer off his shoulders. Having lost her heels, she had to stand on tiptoes to reach the collar of his shirt. As she unbuttoned it, she was taken aback by the definitions of his muscles. Chuck clearly hadn't lost any muscle mass since retiring from the ring. She found herself almost involuntarily letting her hands linger on his chest as she pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and to the floor.

Next, she moved her hands to his belt buckle, and slowly loosened the clasp. The button was next, but Chuck made no effort to help the trousers drop to the floor. Claire, realizing that when he said she would do it, he had meant it, dropped to her knees to finish shimmying the tight trousers down his legs. While down around his ankles, she also took the time to take his shoes and socks, leaving her with only his boxers to remove. The camera was getting beautiful footage of this tall blonde woman on her knees, facing a man as though submitting to her fate.

Camera B, on the other hand, got an even better angle as Claire, mentally telling herself to just rip the Band-Aid off, yanked down Chuck's boxers. His cock sprang free, already erect, and practically slapped her in the face. Her eyes went wide. She knew Chuck had a big dick, but it was substantially larger than any boyfriend she had had. She wondered what it would feel like inside h-

"Claire, as much as I love you worshipping my cock, would you mind if we continued the game?"

Claire quickly rose to her feet, embarrassed, and hoping no one could see her arousal. She evaluated the board, and made her decision.