When in Rome...

Swallowing the bitter taste of defeat, Stacy gets on her knees and prepares to swallow a new taste.

At least it was the attractive guy.

Moments later, she's on her knees, unzipping the pants of the man she's just met, and extracting his cock from inside. It springs out, already hard. The impressive 7-incher is now staring her down expectantly. It's like the man (and the rest of the poker game) isn't even there. It's just her and the cock she's now required to service, for an indeterminable period of time.

It's, well, it's awfully degrading. The previous dick she sucked was a literal simulation. This, on the other hand, was the penis of a real man, currently alive somewhere on Earth. Furthermore, being here with a dick in front of her face is a real kick in the teeth when moments ago she was in such a strong position in the poker game, and with a **** servicing her clit to boot. Now she is all too suddenly down on Tongue **** Duty herself, for God knows how long. She gulps, trying to **** down the feelings of dismay. If Matt was to look down and see them, she would probably lose Satisfaction Rating points.

Refusing to suck Matt's dick would cost her 3000 Conversion Points. Not only would that all but guarantee that she left the Casino a loser, but it would make the nature of her new Conversion even more outrageous and difficult to live with. That much is clear.

Using rational justifcations is helping.

I can do this.

This isn't because she's a slut, giving into a stranger's demands, but because it serves the greater good. She takes the base of the penis into her hands, and moves to play with the tip using her tongue.

The taste is... well, it tastes like dick. It would appear that for all intents and purposes, this is a real penis. There are many unanswered questions about exactly how real it is, of course. If she makes him cum, will Matt wake up with empty or full balls? Horny or satisfied? She tries to focus on the mysteries surrounding the nature of the Casino and not the intricate details of how she is slowly but surely pleasuring the pecker of her temporary Master.

Slow and steady would appear to be the sensible way forward. This could be going on for quite some time, so it makes sense to not use up the endurance of her jaw muscles too early. Her tongue can do the work for now, accompanied by a little bit of hand action.

Meanwhile, above her head, the poker game continues. It's even more humiliating than she expected it to be, stuck down here, doing this. Not only does everyone know she's here, and what she's doing, but she's also being entirely and completely ignored, including by Matt. Nobody is peeking under the table to look at her, at least not that she can perceive. Nobody's even talking about her. They're just talking about the game. She's not even an interesting object any more. She's just... gone.

Her new status as a disregarded blowjob machine slowly eats away at her resolve. It's increasingly difficult to think about anything other than how low she has fallen when there's nothing to do but give a boring blowjob. It turns out that the only thing more boring than watching a poker game is being underneath a poker game, unable to even see what's happening.

Time slows down to a crawl. Her tongue-based service of the dick continues. There's no way she can risk stopping - she doesn't know how quickly that satisfaction meter will drop if she does.

The oral sex on its own would be fine. Well, not fine fine, but fine. She could see herself giving a guy a blowjob as a forfeit for losing a game. Even a stranger. She wouldn't call herself a massive slut, but she's definitely not a prude either. In any case, this is rather different from that imagined scenario. She wants to be able to look into his eyes, and see his smile, and have some human connection.

Instead what she gets is a single hand, come down beneath the table to silently instruct her to start using her mouth properly.

The fucking nerve! Stacy pouts. Nobody sees. Nobody's looking. There's nothing to do other than, well, what she's told.

Well, I might as well make it good.

If she's going to suck a dick in such a degraded manner, then she is going to make sure she keeps as many Satisfaction Points as humanly possible. She knows how to give a fucking amazing blowjob, as Matt's about to find out.

First things first: full head worship. She opens her lips and envelops the upper section of Matt's manhood with her warm, wet oral embrace.

Stacy spends a decent few minutes becoming very familiar with Matt's cockhead. She takes in the shape, the texture, the soft yet firm flesh. It twitches in her mouth. She's making progress.

The mental image of Matt struggling to keep a straight face makes her inwardly smile. Perhaps she can have some fun after all. If he is so hell-bent on ignoring her, she'll give him something he can't help but react to.

She rotates through all the best moves in the playbook. Head worship with slow two-handed shaft working. One-handed fast fapping with rapid lip work on the tip. Longer oral strokes to the back of the mouth that make loud wet noises. And then, deepthroating, gagging around his dick, the lewd GLURK sounds emanating from her esophagus difficult to ignore.

And then, she earns her reward.

"Raise... euuuuuuuuurgh... fuckfssshit yeah..." Matt can't help but make strangled noises as he ejaculates down Stacy's throat.

"Raise 300." He finally manages to utter.

Stacy finds that a hand has returned to her under the table, patting her head. She can't tell if it's supposed to be praising or patronizing, but it doesn't matter. She achieved her goal.

Matt uses his hand to pull his dick out of Stacy's mouth. It'll surely be a while before he's ready for round 2, so it's time to give her jaw a break.

At least that's what she thinks.

But then, he lifts up his rapidly deflating penis, and points to his scrotum. He taps it a few times. The message is clear.

Stacy scowls at him, but of course he can't see her face. Nobody can.

And so Stacy's new life of oral servitude continues. But now, rather than just a cocksucker, she's also going to be a teabagger.

Matt, above the table, continues his poker hand, completely unaware, and probably uncaring, of how happy or unhappy the woman gobbling his gonads is about her latest assignment.