She leaves the cubicle before she gets carried away.

She touched herself again and felt her fingers immediately grow slick. Reflexively, she shuddered with an immediate wave of pleasure and involuntarily squeaked. Her surroundings reasserted themselves. She was in a shared bathroom and who knows how many people just heard her. Once again, she felt the bathroom walls before her and needed to escape their imposing enclosure. Roslyn burst out of the stall and walked speedily past several women reapplying make up or washing their hands. They gaped at her. In the sanctity of this space reserved exclusively for women, one of them addresses her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” An older woman in her forties questioned sharply.

Roslyn froze, so far she had not had to answer to anyone. People could question and comment at her but she had not been under any pressure to reply. The stern gaze of this woman demanded a response she could not find.

“This is not a strip club,” the woman continued. “Put some clothes on for God's sake.”

Roslyn wanted to flee back in the bathroom.

“I… I lost poker.” She mumbled.

“What kind of excuse is that? We have chips for poker!”

“We r-ran out of chips.”

“That’s when you leave the table. You don’t start throwing away your clothes like some kind of pervert.” Her logical questions robbed Roslyn of all her frail justifications for her predicament.

With nothing but bare skin she felt **** beneath the disapproving gaze of the stern woman. Roslyn squirmed as she looked her up and down. The stern woman looked horrified as her eyes passed between her legs.

“Oh my goodness, are you enjoying this?” She stared at the wetness between her legs.

“Were you masturbating in there?” The woman almost screamed. “Is that what I heard?”

Roslyn had no answer. She desperately wished her body to cease its betrayal. Her incessant warmth between her legs begging for release.

“You’re disgusting!” The stern woman screamed at her.

Roslyn quickly washed her hands and tried to flee as the woman threatened to call security.

“Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you,” she cut short Roslyn’s attempted escape. The well mannered student in Roslyn was instinctively subdued by this appeal to her etiquette. Freezing in her tracks she allowed the woman to continue to reprimand her.

“How old are you?” She asked Roslyn.

“I’m 27,” she replied staring at the floor.

“You’re not some horny teenager, don’t you have any self respect. You’re a grown woman for Christ's sake, you should conduct yourself with dignity.” When being scolded, Roslyn’s instinct was to provide an appeasing smile and and awkward chuckle. Other women in the bathroom had frozen watching this red-cheeked stranger grin stupidly with her twat on show under the admonition of this severe woman.

“What are you smiling for?” the woman paused her scolding to interrogate Roslyn’s absurd reaction. Every nerve in Roslyn’s body wanted to flee.

“Nothing I just…”

“You’re a disgrace.” She was interrupted.

“What is your name?” Demanded the stern woman.

“W-What?”

“Don’t look at me like an imbecile. Answer the question.” She scolded.

The word caught in her throat. The thrill and excitement she had been feeling being exposed as the plaything of the Man in Green was as some stranger. A prop for him to flaunt and debase. To attach her naked humiliation to her name, to the whole person she was. The one who was engaged, who was a daughter, a friend, a scholar refreshed her shame with such an intensity Roslyn’s body flushed. The cheeks of her butt grew as red as the ones on her face.

“R-Roslyn,” she finally admitted.

“That’s better,” the stern woman replied. “Follow me, Roslyn, I’m taking you to security.” The stern woman turned but Roslyn did not follow. The woman looked back and saw her frozen in place. She grabbed Roslyn’s wrist of the hand protecting her half-sculpted bush and dragged her out of the bathroom.

“Please,” Roslyn begged.

“You should have thought about your modesty before you took your knickers off.”

Once out in the bustle of the casino the searching stares returned to spectacle of a middle aged woman dragging around a butt-naked twenty seven year old. Roslyn tried to cover herself as best she could with her one free hand. Each tug from the stern woman made her tits bounce around ridiculously, but as she tried to hold them in place she flashed the half-hearted heart on her mound.

The strength of this woman’s iron clad grip surprised Roslyn as she was easily pulled along through the crowd despite her resistance. When she made it near the foyer, and the huge line of people waiting to enter the Casino caught site of her, the new wave of gasps gave Roslyn a renewed spike of adrenaline. With the wave of strength provided by her nervous system she was able to shake off the grip of the stern woman and immediately began sprinting down the Casino.

“Get back here Roslyn!” She cringed at the sound of her name being attached to her nude form as she darted through the velvet floors, tits bouncing, and the gust of air conditioner on both sets of lips.

She ran back to the poker table without even thinking to cover herself, seeking safe harbor under the watchful security of the Man in Green. Where no questions could be asked of her, only demands to acquiesce to. When she got to the back corner table she could not see the Man in Green. Roslyn looked around helplessly hoping to catch the sharp contrast of his blazing green outfit against the red velvet of the casino. After what felt like an age turning her self in circles, she spotted him on a different table more centrally located. Taking position next to him, she was aware that the protected angle of the back wall was lost. As she stood by his side at the center table, she was being brushed past and ogled by patrons of the casino in all directions.

Once standing in the correct position she took a moment to adjust her feet to be in the same posture as before, with her hands dangling by her sides. She breathed a sigh of relief. If the stern woman came back, she would not need to answer her. Now she was the property of The Man in Green again. He did not look up from his cards but directed Roslyn to stand on the other side of him which she happily submitted to. A grin crawled across her face. Standing under the instruction of the Man in Green she felt secure, free of any need to think or answer any difficult questions. She had given away her dignity to him and now she didn’t need to think. An almost giddiness washed over her. With her hands by her side and her pretty pink body glowing for everyone to see, she smiled stupidly. Two more rounds of cards played out and Roslyn grew used to her new role. The tiny voice inside her head that cried out in shame grew quieter as the horny thoughtless degenerate took root. There was no need to hide or feel shame. The Man in Green wanted her naked so it was right for her to be so. He wanted everyone in the casino to see her puffy little areola and erect nipples. He even didn’t seem to mind that they all saw her roughly trimmed bush next to him.

She smiled dimly as her eyes glazed over. No longer thinking about the external world, Roslyn instead had time to focus inwards. The churning pleasure inside of her. The desire to be touched. It was no secret now to anyone within 10 feet that Roslyn was desperately horny. Her body reeked of sex. She could almost feel her clit being played with by the light breeze if the air conditioned room. Almost in a frenzy she wondered if she could make requests of the Man in Green. Was she allowed to ask him if she could touch herself? Would she? Had her id so completely seized control over her ego that she could do it? She’d almost done it by accident earlier while moving to the bathroom. Could she masturbate in this room full of people? The only one naked fingering herself? The images stirred up a frenzy within her. It wasn’t long before she might completely lose herself. She came close to debasing herself to a point completely unimaginable earlier in the night when she was just a newly engaged woman in a navy blue dress strolling through the summer breeze by the river with her fiancé. Before she could take the leap four words rocked her out of her fantasy come to life.