Yes, you have to answer, you lost.

It galls you with all your being to admit such a thing to Ashley, but she won and it is time to man-up.

“I am,” you simply say.

“You are what?” she continues to rub it in.

“I am the loser of the game.”

Ashley leans back in the chair crossing her arms behind her head beaming with superiority. Your eyes naturally focus on her breasts that trust slightly forward because of her new posture. The outline of her nipples can now be slightly seen through her t-shirt. You feel your manhood start to grow which causes you to change focus to those arrogant deep brown eyes.

“So what are you going to do first thing tomorrow morning at the office loser?” Ashley inquires.

“I am going to tell the partners’ that you are the best lawyer for the casino case.”

“Good boy, I am glad you finally see I am better lawyer,’ she gloats.

Keeping eye contact, wanting to show no weakness, you remain silent.

Ashley stares back as a playful smile comes across her face, “I think there is something else you need to do right now for being a loser, and what would that be little man?”

“I have to strip,” you coldly respond.

“Tell me little man, are you ready to get naked in front of me?”