Chapter 2

I looked at him in shock that he could suggest such a thing. I argued that it wasn’t fair as the odds were in their favour. The guys argued about it for a bit, saying I had a debt to pay. But then agreed that seven or above and I won, drawing an ace to six meant I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth and three more to follow.

“How long for each one, in my mouth?” I asked.

“No time limit Jenny. All the way until we finish.”

“What, in my mouth?”

“Yes.” They all yelled in unison.

I didn’t want to strip naked in front of them, and I definitely didn’t need a rumour that I had gang-banged four guys going around campus, but could I take the risk?

My mathematical mind worked out that the odds were in my favour for the card split, if only just. But could I do it? Could I take that risk?

I looked at the guys, took a deep breath and sealed my fate by saying, “O.K. one cut of the cards. But I shuffle and cut them first, and I am only going to give you a blowjob if I lose. No fucking, and no touching me up or anything like that.”

Mike looked annoyed when I insisted that I cut the cards.

The guys readily agreed, and outnumbering Mike overruled his hesitation about me getting control of the cards. Paul gave me the deck, and I took my time shuffling them. Trying to delay things as long as possible. Finally, I made a cut, put the cards on the table and with trembling hands, reached out to take my card of fate. I had drawn one from the middle of the pack, and as I turned it over, I could see the number was curved. I thought I had won with a nine, then saw it was a six. I’d lost!

When I turned it face up on the table, the guys were ecstatic, jumping up and down doing high fives and shouting, “I’m gonna get a blow job. I’m gonna get a blow job.” This only added to my horror and shame.

I looked at the guys and could see there was to be no escape from my fate and no mercy. Deep down knew I could just walk away and face up to the consequences, but stupid as it may seem in the circumstance, I honour my bets. I just had to get on with it.

The guys were deciding how to work it out and drew cards for who went when. I told them to sit on the couch in order, with the first on my left. I was hoping to get the next one excited by giving him a hand-job as I sucked the previous guy off so that they wouldn’t last so long.

I stood in front of them, and with my shaky hands, reached for the hem of my slip, drew it up and over my head and let it drop to the floor. I stood there naked and blushing. Going deep red with embarrassment. My eyes were downcast in shame. I wanted to cover myself up with my hands but knew I couldn’t do that. I had to let them see me naked.