Her Masters students.

“Roslyn? Is that you?” Out of the bustling crowds of the casino, the face of Mark, came into focus. Mark was one of the masters students she mentored in the lab. He could be a bit of a dullard, and cut corners as often as he could find them, and right now he was a nightmare made real.

It made no sense for him to to be here. This casino was for the very wealthy to swap fortunes. How had this 22 year old larrikin been allowed in? Roslyn’s fantasy relied on her anonymity. That in the morning, she could wake up and go back to being who she was. Mark shattered that anonymity.

“Holy shit it is you.” disbelief colored in Mark's face as Roslyn’s dull smile shaded into a grimace. As if knowing this would be the worst possible moment to do so, the Man in Green gives another command to Roslyn.

“Hold your hands behind your head.”

Roslyn obeyed and lifted her arms over to the back of her head. She was no less exposed in this position but somehow the posture emphasized her obedience and vulnerability. Through body language she demonstrated she had nothing to hide, that she had surrendered.

Mark’s mouth was agape as he watched his mentor submit to the commands of this distinguished man with eyes that could swallow you whole. Flanking Mark, Roslyn could now see Chris and Sadie. Both of them also worked in the lab but under different research projects. Both of them looked at Roslyn with the same disbelief infecting Mark.

“What are you doing?” Mark asked. Roslyn made no attempt to reply, and remained silent as her student took in her exposed flesh. This news would spread like wildfire. Within minutes Mark, Sadie and Chris will have informed everyone at the lab of their encounter, her dignified career in science would collide with her depraved submission to the Man in Green. The person she was now was becoming part of who she always would be (and perhaps always had been). This would stop being a rogue night on the town, but part of her identity she would forever need to justify and explain. The three masters students drew nearer, looking more closely at Roslyn’s body.

“This is insane.” Chris muttered.

“Roslyn what is this?” Mark asked again. Once again Roslyn was quiet. She looked to the Man in Green for help but he was focused on another hand he had been dealt.

After his second question was ignored Mark gave up on making conversation and began speaking to Sadie and Chris as though Roslyn could not hear. “I can’t believe this is what she gets up to in her spare time.” He circled Roslyn like a shark as he spoke.

Roslyn knew her relationship as Mark’s mentor was imperfect. Earlier this week she had reprimanded him in front of the group for leaving his workstation messy after his experiments for the day. She had used Mark as a poor example of lab etiquette and safety and he had been sullen for the remainder of the day. The PhD student trapped within her also pondered why Mark was out so late on a weeknight. He had experiments to run in the morning and his thesis was due very soon. If she had been in any position to do so she may have scolded him for his recklessness. But the position she was in was naked and at his mercy.

“Can she even hear us,” Sadie remarked. Sadie looked at Roslyn with a hint of empathy. Roslyn always liked Sadie, she worked hard and she smiled in the hallways. There was a rumor she was dating Mark which Roslyn chose to ignore in the hopes Sadie could do better.

Roslyn’s continued silence allowed Mark to come within inches of her body and he made no attempt to conceal his interest.

“I guess you were right Chris,” Mark grinned at his compatriot. “Carpet doesn’t match the drapes." The dark brown hair of Roslyn’s pussy contrasted with the auburn hair flowing from her head. Desperately she wanted to shoo away these men that were here subordinates in any other context, and shield herself from their unfriendly eyes. That they would speak so brazenly of her dark haired pussy to her face meant they did not expect repercussions when Roslyn found her clothes again.

“We were both right about her shaving though,” Chris chuckled. “Was that supposed to be a heart?” Chris pointed at Roslyn’s pussy, his finger only inches away from her.

Mark crouched down to get a closer look at his mentors crotch. His face was so close she could feel his breath on her skin. “I guess she only shaves sometimes.”

“Don’t be gross!” Sadie hissed.

Sadie’s defense of the dignity Roslyn had long since abandoned left an imprint in Roslyn’s chest. Unfortunately Mark and Chris were to engrossed in this incredible encounter that they paid her no mind.

“Holy fuck you can smell her. She’s fucking wet .” Mark was almost yelling in excited surprise. “Dude look her clits even poking out.”

Mark was right. Roslyn’s lips had parted like a flower in bloom. Her clit was poking out from under her clitoral hood **** to be touched.

Even Sadie was drawn in by this revelation. “Oh my god,” she whispered under her breath.

“Of course she’s wet,” Chris answered. “I doubt she’d be broadcasting her snatch like this if she didn’t love it.”

“I didn’t take her for such a slut. She’s so serious in the lab.” Mark responded as he examined Roslyn’s pussy from another angle.

"No she's not," Sadie cut in. "You just don't like her!" She argued.

"Well I like her like this," Mark grinned again.

"Maybe I can convince her to dress like this during my performance review. She'd probably jump at the opportunity given the smell of her."

“Dude you have to get a photo with me,” Mark almost squealed. “No one’s going to believe this without evidence.”

Roslyn’s heart sunk. Until now no one had taken her photo, to the point she wondered if there was some kind of rule about it in the Casino. The transient nature of this evening would be annihilated if Mark left with a photo of Roslyn posing naked for him. She would never be able to show her face again in the lab if the rest of her circulated around for all to see. Roslyn waited for the Man in Green to rescue her from this nightmare but he seemed unperturbed. He cast an eye in her direction to ensure she was not being touched, but her likeness was fair play.

Mark crouched in front of Roslyn and used his hands to present Roslyn’s pussy as though it was on a platter. Chris snapped several photos of Mark in front of Roslyn as she posed naked for them, before they swapped places. Chris instead chose to hover is hand over Roslyn’s shoulder.

Once again the deep voice of the Man in Green rattled through Roslyn’s chest. Her lower lips which had grown dry under the stress of Marks encounters but pulsated again with desire at his oceanic voice.

“Hands on your hips, don’t forget to smile.” He knew how humiliating this was for Roslyn and she caught the hint of a smile on his cheeks.

As always, Roslyn felt **** but to obey. If she resisted his instructions now, she would demonstrate that she was not under his control. And if she was not under his control, she was free to answer the questions Mark Chris and Sadie might ask her. She had no answers for those questions so she willingly moved her hands to her hips and a cheery smile wiped out the previous grimace.

The masters students looked in awe at the power the Man in Green held on her. Down below Mark noticed Roslyn’s lips flower once more for the Man in Green, her clit protruding more clearly from within her.

“She’s down bad for this guy,” Mark laughed, as Roslyn put her hands on her hips and smiled more clearly.

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?” Sadie asked.

“Unless it’s this guy, I don’t think so.”

Mark and Chris took more photos smiling with Roslyn. She would have no way to deny consent to these photos come morning as she smiles brightly into the camera. They spent another several minutes taking photos of her emphasizing different parts of her body. They even took some from behind pretending to spank her or grind on her. For one photo Mark crouched in front and stuck his tongue out as though he was licking her clit. All while she smiled serenely.

“Her nipples are so pink you can barely see them on the camera.”

“Look at the color of her pussy, it’s different to the rest of her. Is yours like that Sadie?”

“Shut up Chris.” Sadie snapped. “We’re leaving.”

Happy with the haul of photos they’d taken of Roslyn, the students were happy to follow Sadie out before she grew more irritated. As they walked away Roslyn heard Mark ask Chris.

“Who should we send these too?”

“Put them on your story. Next time she blames me for leaving a mess I’ll ask if she’s shaved her pussy yet.”