The Man in Green

He laid out his cards. Daniel had a pair of twos, the mustached gentleman almost had a flush. The young woman two sevens. The Man in Green won Roslyn with two nines. It was barely a hand. Two nines was all she was worth. Not a royal flush or even a four of kind. Her body given away for a pittance. A grumpy look fell across the young woman’s face. Daniel wouldn’t make eye contact as he looked dejectedly at the floor.

The Man in Green pulled in all the chips he had won. Roslyn looked to him for some answer as to what his victory meant for her. His response was swift and decisive.

“Come stand here,” Roslyn obeyed. While Roslyn knew in previous rounds she could leave at any time at cost to her dignity, something had shifted now she had been officially won. She no longer felt that means of egress. She hopped down from the table giving the crowd one last glimpse of her third eye (now a familiar sight to the audience) as she crouched her legs down to let herself off the table. She stood where the Man in Green indicated. His instruction placed her against the wall behind him and to his right. She was far enough from the table that the crowd could see her body above her knees.

“Hands by your sides,” the Man in Green commanded. Roslyn immediately obeyed, dropping her hands from their strategic positions and giving the room a full show to her tits and pussy. Once again her side set tits sprung apart and wobbled into a static position. Her pretty pink nipples stiffened, and her crotch grew torrentially warm and slick. She could feel moisture drip down her leg. A sickly sweet terror grew in her stomach. A thrilling helplessness. Moments ago she wished Daniel had won her back to safety, but she was no longer his. Desperately she still wanted to shield herself, but the Man in Green had commanded otherwise. He wanted her on display and she provided it.

“Legs shoulder width apart,” he added, and Roslyn adjusted her position without a second thought. Each time she yielded to his command she felt herself handing power to him. Roslyn’s heart flurried about as she wondered what the limit to his power over her was.

Daniel had dejectedly expelled himself from the table and was staring at Roslyn. As he watched her rapid submission to this stranger, his downcast frown warped into scorn. Daniel glared as Roslyn quickly shifted her weight to reposition precisely how the Man in Green wanted her. Her legs parting to silhouette her lower lips against the back wall.

Her mind fractured under Daniel’s scowl. One part was furious. He had demanded she play the dress and panties, had happily played her as a chip, and let her take the table naked for all to see without offering so much as his jacket. Daniel chose to wield her humiliation as a pawn, and he had lost. The exclusive privileges Daniel had to her body had been shared far and wide by his own misplay. The glower he pressed upon her was a deflection from what should be his shame. He had no right to be scornful now that she was stuck here as a plaything for the Man in Green. The other part of her conscience was less generous. The stubborn remnants of her shame and dignity raged within her to wrestle back control of herself. The roaring voice in her head reminded her that every command she obeyed was a choice. She may have been pulled along, but she had not made any serious attempt to argue the ridiculous of what had been proposed to her. Roslyn had taken off her own panties, and had pulled herself up on the table in the nude. No one else would have made her. And now she chose to obey the Man in Green. There was no whip cracking, just the illusion that these playing cards had any power over her. An illusion she had become completely entangled and demeaned by.

Daniel walked toward her. She made no physical response to his approach. The Man in Green had given her no instruction but to stand with her legs apart so that is all she did. Silently they watched each other for a moment. Daniel looked her body up and down. He noticed Roslyn’s wetness and placed his hand beneath her and felt her betrayal of pleasure.

The Man in Green snapped, the dark forest in his eyes lit with a fire so far unfamiliar.

“Look but do not touch,” he scolded Daniel.