She gets on the table.

An audible whimper escaped Roslyn’s lips. One more round of cards would be one more round of security under the table, and yet the Man in Green wouldn’t let her have even that.

No one was coming to her defense. This was what they all had expected, only Roslyn had been foolish enough to forget the established rules. The poker table’s time protecting her dignity was over. The Man in Green agreed and the dozens of onlookers would finally gain unfettered view of her naked skin. She was frozen in place.

“Get it over with,” the young women prompted lazily. She was here to win money and Roslyn was only a distraction.

Roslyn slowly uncurled from the stool, keeping her hands in place over her privates while she stood facing the table. She could feel the piercing sting of every eye on her. She released her arms to grab the table. Her tits swung back to position and beamed at the players sitting across from her. Her pink nipples, stiff and pointed across at the mustached man and the Man in Green. Her pussy still hidden under the table while her ass was providing a full moon to the onlookers behind her. She pressed her palms upon the table to pull herself up and dragged herself forward until she was crawling on all fours on the table.

“Oh gross! She’s left a wet spot,” the younger woman cried out. Roslyn froze on all fours. Clear as day on the stool Roslyn had vacated was a stain of wetness that had slipped through her fingers. The stench of sex now wafted around the table and Rosy Roslyn earned the nickname. Her cheeks and chest blazed red as she went rigid in utter humiliation. She would not convince anyone that she was not enjoying this indignity. Her sex betrayed her even still as wetness continued to accumulate around her pussy lips. She remained for a moment on her hands and knees and looked forward to the Man in Green. Her breasts were swinging beneath her like the udders of a cow at direct eye level for his green gaze. A gasp behind her reminded her of the view she was giving in the other direction. Her cheeks warmed as she realized a congregation of men and women in ball gowns and tuxedos were staring down her asshole. Her puckered starfish sitting above her dripping pussy lips was winking at its audience. So intimate was the display Roslyn was currently providing, that not even she had ever seen the sight beaming towards the crowd behind her. Her asshole and pussy, a view previously reserved for boyfriends and one night stands entering her from behind, was now etched in to the eyes of high society. Quick as she could she rolled on to her butt and covered her most private parts. She sat in the middle of the table naked as the day she was born but for the red boots. Her arms wrapped around her legs in a tight ball. There was barely an inch of herself Roslyn could claim as private now, but she was still unable to allow her body to be a spectacle. Her legs and boots blocked the view to her groin and chest from the crowd as her back protected her from the Man in Green. She squeezed tightly in the hope she could hold this position until it was over. Between her legs, Roslyn continued to slicken even as she burned with shame.

The dealer gave a disapproving tsk before dryly declaring “no shoes on the table,” as though there was nothing else interesting about Roslyn’s circumstance other than her shoes. No one moved. It was clear nothing would happen until Roslyn obeyed the rules. It seemed almost comical that such a rule would be upheld while her bare ass pressed against the velvet and her pussy continued to drip onto the scattered chips. The dealer prodded Roslyn in the thigh, and she began unzipping her boot. To release her foot from the thigh high boots she needed to stretch her leg out, flashing her pussy clear as day to the crowd of onlookers growing by the minute. Her lips parted as her legs opened wide. Dozens of eyes focused in to her open lips glistening with wetness. Shining slick with an invitation to be entered. The mixture of sexual excitement Roslyn felt alongside her shame was announced like a billboard on the highway to everyone in the room. Despite the much larger crowd enjoying her full frontal, Roslyn still felt opening up for the crowd was easier than providing the same show facing the Man in Green. His eyes were piercing the back of her head, and she could feel the hunger in his eyes even without facing him. Each comment from crowd felt like a betrayal as the words echoed over the table and revealed more to the Man in Green for which she was trying to hide.

“Has she shaved?” She heard someone in the crowd ask to a neighbor.

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t quite see,” came in response.

“Jesus she’s wetter than the ocean down there.”

Once the boots were off Roslyn snapped her legs shut and cast her small hand over as much of her dignity as they could cover. The running commentary of how she kept her pussy, the shape of her labia or the size of her breasts was momentarily quelled.

“Please stand up, we need room to play. “ the dealer again prodded Roslyn to get up from her seated position which did indeed cover much of the table play area. Since crawling on the table any agency evaporated and she was quick to acquiesce to any of the demands being made of her. Once again Roslyn **** to release her grip on her body, to push herself up into a standing position. She placed her hands down on the table by her side and pushed her self up with her arms and feet. For a second she was in a crab-walk position in the center of the table. Her legs partially spread apart and her asshole gave another wink to the crowd. It only lasted a second until she finished pushing herself up, but Roslyn felt the moment stretch for an age. Once upright she ran her hands across her body to hide her shame.

“She’s almost pink all over,” a young man with a mullet in the crowd snickered.

The crowds conversations shifted to discuss her lower lips that were briefly flashed. Roslyn was indeed almost pink all over. The supple rosy cheeks on her face spread across her body in a delicate pink skin. Around her labia however, her skin changed color slightly around a couple of shades darker. This minor skin discoloration near the opening of her vulva had been an intense source of shame before she knew there was no ‘normal’. Before she understood the variety women’s bodies could come in, that her darker colored vulva was a part of. The crowd had not been in this journey with her however. Their analysis of her vulva was in its early stages.

Her face and chest were glowing red, which the crowd had begun commenting on.

With space created on the table, the next round of cards were handed out around her feet. While she was no longer giving a full frontal, her hands covered much less of her body than her legs had. Her small bulge in her belly, the curves of her waste, and the peripheral pubic hair poking out behind her wrist could all be mentally catalogued. What was worse still was Roslyn had nowhere to look herself. As she faced the crowd she made eye contact with several of them. An older gentleman with a toothy grin, a stunningly dressed woman in her forties who frowned at her, a young man with a mullet. This brief connection she made to these people heightened her sense of shame. This was not just an amorphous crowd. These were dozens of individual men and women who knew inches of her body even she was not familiar with. While curled in a ball Roslyn could bury her head behind her legs, but now standing she had to face the people she’d been flashing. The dozens of men and women who knew the wrinkles of her asshole and the folds of her pussy before the color of her eyes could now place a face. If she ever walked past them in the street they could now recognize her. They could stop and pause, reminded of the time she lay butt naked and spread apart on a poker table. Roslyn had been naked amongst strangers before. When she was still a masters student she had attended a large scale skinny dipping event for charity in the harbor on a cold winter morning. She had also visited a naked sauna and spa while traveling in Europe where many naked men and women dangled freely in front of her as she did them. But those experiences had been shared, everyone’s nudity cancelled out any individual shame. Here she was a single target. The only body in the room to be examined, to be judged, to be explored. She was the only subject for the searching gaze of this crowd of people. She looked down at Daniel in front of her. From this vantage point she could not see his cards and could only hope he was admiring some aces and kings. Daniel did not return her stare. The intensity of the crowd caused Roslyn to turn around and instead face the Man in Green. Until now he had been provided a view of her delightfully round butt which she had been working on all winter with a squat routine. She was quite proud of it when there was tight fabric covering it. Laid bare she didn’t feel the confidence she normally felt when flaunting it. As she turned around the Man in Green looked up at her with a knowing smile. The game was over.