She has to sell her clothes and make one last bet

Breanna sat nervously on the couch in Sal's hotel room while Sal busied himself with the drinks cabinet.

"Would you like a drink?" Sal asked as he mixed himself a whiskey sour. "No cost for the first one."

"Uhh...a screwdriver please." Breanna answered. Her mind was racing about how she was going to get out of this as Sal poured and mixed the vodka and orange juice for her drink. 500k was a lot of debt to be in. It was certainly the kind of debt you couldn't talk yourself out of. And she couldn't run. Sal and his gang of scary goons knew her name and where she lived. Running would just make them angry.

She still had a little cash in her purse. Maybe she could go to a convenience store and buy lottery tickets. Or convince Sal to make some sort of bet with her that would result in all her debt disappearing.

Sal placed her screwdriver in front of her before settling into the armchair across from her and sipping on his whiskey. Breanna covered her nervousness by taking a big sip of the vodka cocktail.

"I've seen your type before Ms. Harris." Sal said as he looked at her. "You're a gambling addict that doesn't know when to stop. Who thinks that gambling is the solution to everything. Let me guess, right now you're thinking of solutions to your debt problem that involve gambling even more. Am I wrong?"

Breanna responded by taking a bigger sip of her drink.

"I thought so." Sal said with a disappointed frown.

"I can get the money!" Breanna insisted.

"Prior experience has shown me you cannot." Sal countered.

"...The rest of the night!" Breanna said quickly. "Just give me until morning to pay you back! Then you can do whatever with me!"

Sal took a sip of his whiskey sour as he gave it a thought.

"...Well I'm certainly intrigued to see what a woman like you will do when she knows she has no other choice." He said. "Very well. You have until morning to get me the $500k. But first you need a punishment for losing the sum you borrowed from me tonight."

"...What sort of punishment?" Breanna said with hesitation. She really hoped this wasn't going to end with Sal fucking her on the bed.

"Tell me, how much does what you're wearing right now cost in total?"

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything?" Breanna asked in confusion.

"Humor me." Sal said with a smile.

"Well I have my dress and high heels. They were a bit pricey so maybe about $250-$300."

"Hm, have you ever heard of a fire sale?" Sal said as he looked the blonde over.

"That's a bankruptcy thing right?" Breanna said as she felt the vodka kicking in.

"Sometimes. It's when a company had urgent need of cash and so sells off various goods and assets at discounted prices in order to attract buyers. I think your situation warrants it. Immediately."

Breanna paled as she realized where this was going.

"I'll be taking what you're wearing right now. Oh and you forgot to include your bra and panties in your earlier total. But I'll be generous and say they're worth $50. So that's $350 for everything." Sal said as he motioned for her to get on with it.

Breanna sat there for a moment, then sighed and downed the rest of her drink before standing up. Sal watched as she kicked off her heels and unzipped her dress, wiggling the tight fabric down her fit body to the floor. Then she unhooked her black strapless bra and pulled down her black lace panties leaving her completely naked in front of Sal, who grinned at the fun of making a hot blonde strip naked for him.

"There. You happy?" Breanna said as she spread her arms, showing off her large breasts and exposed pussy.

"Very much Ms Harris, I'll be taking these as your first down payment. Now you only owe me $499,650." Sal said as he snatched up the dress and underthings.

"Wait, but what am I going to wear? You're not kicking me out of here naked are you?" Breanna said with alarm.

"I don't think that's my problem. Our business is done for now. So please, leave my room." Sal said as if he was shooing out a bothersome servant, giving the bare Breanna a push toward the door.

"I'm going to get arrested! And then you'll never get your money!" Breanna insisted as she was herded to the door.

"I guarantee you that as long as you stay in this casino you won't have to worry about law enforcement." Sal said with a chuckle. "But if you leave that's a whole different matter."

They got to the door and Sal opened it, guiding Breanna out before giving her nice ass a good slap that made the gambler yelp.

"I'm interested to see if you can claw your way up from rock bottom Ms. Harris. Some people brag they made millions after starting with only a single dollar. Let's see if you can earn 500k with not only zero dollars but zero clothes as well!" Sal said with a laugh as he closed the door.

Breanna stood completely naked in the casino hotel hallway, seething in anger and frustration. Knowing that yelling at Sal wouldn't solve anything. The only way out of her mess was the same way she got into it. More gambling.

She turned and began a brisk walk back to the casino floor, determined to make sure her ass didn't end up literally fucked. She didn't even cover up as she hurried past a maid pushing a laundry cart. There was simply no time.

The older maid simply shook her head at the antics. It wasn't the first time she'd seen someone literally lose the clothes off their back around here and it wouldn't be the last.