One more spin.

She decided that if she was going to win enough money to go to Paris, she would have to take some risks. She chose to spin the wheel one more time. The way the wheel was currently organized, she told herself, as long as she stayed out of the section that had the higher concentration of action spaces, she'd be fine. "I'll spin, Chuck."

The redhead spun the wheel. It made several rotations before it began to slow, and much to Claire's visible frustration, it was headed to the more dangerous side of the board. Still, Claire tried to tell herself that she could navigate this adversity. A stripper, a cock, the game was still early. Some humiliation was to be expected, but it was a small price to pay to follow her dreams.

Or, at least that's what she told herself until the wheel came to a stop on a collar.

For a moment, the room seemed to freeze around Claire as her fight or flight response kicked in. She tried to scan for an exit, any path that didn't take her by eyes that so obviously coveted her body. There was none in sight. She would just have to take a chance.

Unfortunately, her planning was cut short as Chuck grabbed her by the hair with one hand, hauling her up on her toes. With the other, he snapped a thin silver collar around her neck. She gasped softly as she felt it tighten around her throat. The two **** stage assistants left their position and approached her. Any chance, however slim, she had of getting out was now gone.

"Well slut," Chuck whispered, his mouth inches from her ear, close enough she could feel the warmth of his breath. She blushed as she remembered his nudity. "You've won our grand prize, now let's show you what you've won."

He grabbed the straps of her dress and tugged them down her arms with enough **** that it caused her to stumble as the bright pink bra the producers had picked out for her was bared before the braying crowd. Before she had a chance to recover her balance or her composure, Chuck spun her around and pulled her into a kiss. The speed of what was happening was blinding, the sensations overwhelming. The **** with which he pushed her around, the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, she barely noticed the girls pulling her dress off of her legs.

Chuck pulled her hand to his waiting cock. Intoxicated by the dance their tongues were doing in her mouth, Claire willingly ran her hand along his length. She realized, as her body increased in arousal, that he was bigger than any boyfriend she had ever had. Any resolve she had was weakening as her panties hit the floor and she realized what was coming was inevitable. Her bra was unclasped and, as Chuck broke their embrace and spun her back around, the redheaded **** pulled it from her chest, leaving Claire completely bare. Her instinct was to cover herself, but Chuck firmly held her arms behind her back as one of the TV cameras came in for a close up.

Chuck buried his other hand in between her legs. Claire failed to surpress a squeal as he drove two fingers inside her. The last of her resolve was gone. The sound of his fingers sloshing around in her womb gave it away, she was incredibly turned on by her debasement. She found herself moaing, and grinding her firm ass into Chuck's pelvis. An orgasm was coming, she couldn't hold back.

Chuck, ever the professional, kept his focus on the camera as he fingerfucked the leggy blonde. "That's all the time we have today, folks" he said to the camera, slightly out of breath due to his ministrations. "Tune in next week for another episode of"

Claire came vigorously as the crowd finished his sentence

"Cash or Collar!"