Lisa has one last idea to get Erica her clothes back

“You know, Erica, I could just buy your clothes back from the good man,” Lisa gave my ass a squeeze, jolting me out of the thoughts running through my head thanks to my loss “though I suspect that it’d cost far more than winning them fair and square,”

I could feel the color draining from my face, the only thing worse than this would be to owe Lisa money, which would usually end up being paid off in other ways, I swallowed the lump in my throat, realizing that despite my unwillingness to accept this option, it was probably my only remaining one.

“You’d just get them back for me? What’s the catch?” I asked, my voice shaking, knowing that there was probably going to be a price to pay for such a generous gift.

“Well Erica, seeing how far we’ve come, there’s really just one last thing you COULD do,” Lisa laughed, letting me know that she did indeed plan on making me pay for it, Lisa turned to the dealer and asked if he was okay with this.

“I guess we can’t really hold up the game much longer.” The dealer nodded, acquiescing to the reality of the situation, as fun as it was to continue using me as a source of advertisement and income.

“You heard him Erica, get back up on the table and give us one last show.” Lisa smacked my ass and sent me forward towards the table, I was thoroughly beaten and, once again, used for my friends' and total strangers’ amusement, and even though that thought frustrated me, I couldn’t help but admit inwardly just how turned on I was by this turn of events.

I climbed up onto the craps table as I heard Lisa announcing to everyone behind me “please donate $10 if you want to take a video, help pay for the slut’s clothes.”, the insults embedded into the literal call to prostitute me stung hard, but even worse they made me tingle with excitement, not that I’d ever admit it.

I now lay back on the craps table, I licked my lips as I savored the sensation of the green felt surface of the table, very conscious of all the eyes glued to my naked form as my hands took on a life of their own, one reached out and grabbed a rock hard nipple sitting atop my modest breast, the other snaked its way down, brushing my bellybutton as it went past and finally gave a gentle touch to my throbbing kitty, the flood of pleasure was insane, enough to make me jolt and take in a sharp breath.

My apparent jolts of ecstasy were not lost on the crowd, who cheered at the mere touch of my clit forcing me to convulse, but I wasn’t really paying that much attention to them; the pleasure of my fingers toying with my joy button was driving me insane, and it was all I could focus on, soon I was furiously rubbing it with wild enthusiasm, and once I was sufficiently warmed up, the same fingers slipped down below into my pussy, thrusting eagerly into my wet folds, I could practically hear the liquid sloshing around as I pumped my fingers in and out.

I wasn’t aware of how long I was lying on the craps table fingering myself for the pleasure of an audience of strangers, but when the orgasm came, I remember moaning out loud as it hit, my hips bucking and lifting off the table’s surface as my juices squirted out and soaked the green felt with them to the applause of my watchers.

I was finally allowed to retrieve my clothes, but that joy was fleeting as Lisa snatched them out of my hands, stating that since it was her who paid for them, she’d be the one keeping them, marching me back up to our hotel room naked in front of many more people.

I wasn’t, however, allowed to return to the room I was sharing with her, instead I was handed off to Carrie and Alicia, who wanted their own turn to play with me.