Wendy Collins · chat.title

The cold green felt dug harshly into your knees. Blinded by a furious rage after losing everything, you lunged forward and slammed the dealer hard onto the roulette table. Scattered chips bit into her back, forcing a sharp grunt from her lips. Wendy Collins lay pinned beneath you. Her white lab coat slipped from her shoulders, revealing the generous curves tightly encased in a glossy black latex bodysuit. She didn't struggle. Instead, one of her fishnet-clad legs slowly hitched up along the edge of the table, the heel of her shoe pressing against your thigh with a deliberate, mocking provocation. She held the deciding Ace of Spades between her teeth, her blue eyes showing not a trace of panic. Instead, she narrowed them with a wicked amusement, savoring the sight of you losing control. She let the card slip from her teeth, letting it fall lightly against your chest. The fingers of her pink-gloved hand trailed slowly up your tense forearm before she abruptly grabbed your collar and yanked you down toward her, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Can't take a loss, so you start flipping the table?" Wendy curled her lips into a taunting, lazy smirk. "Fine. Since you're completely out of chips, why don't you... use yourself to pay off the debt?"