“So, do you accept? It's either that or leave your chips and walk away.”

Vic Shallub smiled defiantly, took a sip of her drink, and bit her lower lip lightly. The women gathered around the round table paused, waiting for an answer.

Alex Green couldn't believe what she had just heard. Not that the mature blonde with full breasts, wide hips, and athletic thighs was an inexperienced player. But that wasn't a decent proposal for a simple game at the club. It was humiliating, a total degradation in front of so many women.

And just for her! She laughed in disgust.

“You want to turn me into a submissive? I think you're the one who should become one. You're the one who fits the profile.”

Someone laughed at the back of the room, a short laugh, quickly silenced by a sidelong glance.

Vic raised her eyebrows and took another sip. She stared at her opponent across the table. After five hours, only the two of them remained, the leaders among the club's dominatrixes.

The only dominatrixes with money and servants for a risky bet on the last move. But Alex hadn't expected anything like this. She could even bet one of her most desired girls, Mika or even Brianna, but this went far beyond the imaginable.

She thought about giving up, handing in her cards, and leaving, but she knew that would be an insult. She would cease to be Denver's most admired dominatrix. Although Vic Shalloub had become the most popular in recent times, Alex was still the leader among them all. She had earned respect over the years and many moans from the servants in her harem. No one had as many, not even Vic Shalloub.

Despite her obvious decline, no one dared to challenge her, especially in the club she herself had helped found. And now a cheeky newcomer had appeared with an indecent proposal.

Alex thought about slapping her enemy, but decided not to risk it. Vic had many friends, more than she did around the table.

Damn! It hadn't been a good night, but Alex was sure her cards were really good. This time, she could easily win, recover all her losses, and ridicule the elegant brunette with green eyes, round breasts, and a perfect body. Who wouldn't be jealous? Also in her thirties, even she was considered a goddess.

“Come on, woman, what the hell! Speak up, do you accept or not? You don't have any more money to bet. It's this or nothing.”

“Look here, you little bitch, watch what you say to me. I'm not one of your servants. I have the best ones. The most expensive and beautiful ones.”

“But I don't want any of them. I want you, you as my slave. From now on, for a week. Decide, do you have the courage to accept?”

Alex Green felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Who did that cheeky girl think she was, talking to her like that? That bitch used to crawl on all fours like a trained dog when Alex founded the Jaguars club.

"Be reasonable, Vic, take Alex up on his bet. Mika is a servant any of us would love to have in our harem."

“No! I don't care about insignificant bitches. I have my own, better than all of them.”

Alex laughed nervously. It was very bold. Who did this Vic think she was? She took a deep breath and made a new offer.

“All right, then. Is that what you want? Me!”

“Yes.”

“Then I want you too, I want you tonight. I don't even need your money, just you. If I lose, you get everything. Me and the chips. If I win, I get my chips and your body. But it has to be here, in front of everyone. Deal?”

Vic Shalloub settled into her chair. The offer was good. Too good for her not to be suspicious. What did this decadent jaguar have up his sleeve? She must be going crazy. Why not accept everything?

“Come on, do you accept?”

“I accept.”

Vic simply replied, giving up on trying to figure out the reasons behind the illogical proposal. She lifted her chin defiantly after accepting. Luck would not abandon her, not that night, not at the last moment.

“But what are you going to do?”

Alex laughed with relief, feeling victorious. At least she saw fear in the vain brunette's eyes. At least a hint of doubt.

“Are you curious, or are you really afraid? Relax, deep down you'll like it. But it will be here, at this table, in front of everyone. Like a well-trained puppy. That's enough for me. I don't even need your money, I just want to humiliate you.”

Vic shook her head and took another sip, biting her lips.

“And if I win, I get everything. Your money, my money, and you, licking my feet for a week. And I'll never see you here again.”

“But wasn't that in the first offer?”

Vic Shalloub shrugged and replied, amused by his enemy's frightened look.

“Don't you also want to say what you'll do to me if I lose?”

They stood still, studying each other. Their smiles hid their fears and thoughts.

Alex nodded in agreement. Vic felt his heart pound. They remained glued to each other's gaze, mesmerized, studying each other, provoking each other. Two jaguars facing each other. Tension filled the room. The silence could be cut with a knife.

Vic held the cards between her fingertips and turned them all over at once, without even looking. Not even Alex had the courage to face the truth.

A murmur ran through the dark room. Vic smiled, pursing her lips. Her red lipstick marked her lips.

The two were in a contest to see who would blink first.

It was Alex Green's turn to turn over her cards, and she did the same as her enemy. She just turned them over and waited.

The murmur turned into a roar, a scream, an affected laugh. And the two stood glued together, magnetized by each other's gaze.

They clapped their hands, many surprised with their mouths open.

“I told you you would lose, didn't I?”

“But you lost, darling. Now you're mine, I own you for a week.”

“Then look.”

They looked together, at the same time.

Vic Shalloub was gasping for breath, her mouth dry, unable to believe it. It must be a nightmare, a parallel reality.

“What the fuking is this?”

“You lost, you arrogant girl. You lost because you didn't believe I could win. Ha ha ha! Now I want what's mine. Come on, get on the table and lift up that skirt.”

Vic felt her vision blur, she even felt short of breath. This couldn't be, it couldn't be happening, not to her. Not to Alex, the shrew, anyone but Alex Green.

They cleared the table, collected the chips, some cards were left behind. Vic felt her eyes water, but she wasn't going to cry. Not there, in front of those despicable prostitutes.

“Kneel down, I have better things to do. Quick!”

She wanted to take off her high heels, but the others wouldn't let her. She climbed onto the chair and then onto the table, getting down on all fours like a well-behaved puppy. Hands flat, eyes wide, mouth dry. A bright light appeared, blinding her.

The women moved away, enchanted. Eager for the unexpected scene. Even more so when everything indicated that Alex would be the big loser of the night. A twist worthy of a writer without imagination.

Idiot! Vic thought. A slap hit her hip. A loud slap on her fleshy butt.

“Uuhaa!”

"Quiet, I'm just examining the product. I like these panties. Didn't know you liked them? No self-respecting dominatrix dresses like that. That's for second-class submissives. But you are one, aren't you?"

Alex slapped Vic's other buttock. She scratched her with her nails, like a jaguar taking possession. Then she smoothed her thigh with the back of her hand. She felt Vic's hairs stand on end.

"Uuuh! I like that. Naughty girls need to feel the affection of their owners."

Alex felt her pussy itch. That ass was incredible, tanned, round, more than inviting. Those cute dimples marking the white fabric, the thong disappearing between the buttocks of her new slave. Alex salivated at the unexpected and very appreciable image.

The mature blonde pulled the fabric aside and examined her new slave's holes. A frisson ran through the room, a muffled laugh observing Alex's lewd ways.

“Hmmm! Girl, you were hiding that from us. Wow! Are you getting turned on just because I'm looking? Don't you prefer my fingers, honey?”

Alex Green laughed sarcastically. She spread Vic's vaginal folds until a pink interior appeared. She examined it curiously, her attention drawn to the pointed clitoris. The blonde ran her index finger over the former tamer's cherry.

Alex tilted her face and kissed Vic where she liked it best, when she wanted to excite one of her sluts. A lascivious kiss with her tongue teasing the brunette ten years her junior.

Shalloub made an effort not to scream, not to moan at the indecent manners of the night's winner. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful tongue working on her clitoris. Her lips being bitten, licked, sucked as few knew how to do.

The lascivious kiss provoked Vic in a way that was impossible to bear. Alex began to drink her sweet juices. Vic made an effort not to move her hips, not to rub herself in front of the others. Even so, her taste, the citrus scent of a female in heat, stained the face of the disgusting bitch. Her mistress, at least in front of those idiots.

“Huuuh! Aaanh!”

It was inevitable that she would suffer, even if she didn't want to. There was mocking laughter and applause from those who called themselves her friends. They were all despicable women.

“Did you like that, dear? You've learned how to drive a woman crazy. Especially a snobbish woman like you?”

Alex savored the moment. Her fingers slid between Vic's silky lips, exploring her soft skin, until they reached a small tuft of hair on the defeated girl's hardened mound. The lady used her thumb to massage the cheeky girl's clitoris, then slid two fingers inside her fleshy pussy and skillfully massaged her new servant.

Vic Shalloub had a virgin pussy, as Alex called them, pussies of that shape. But although it was tight, it wasn't difficult to find what she wanted most, the most exciting spot in any slut. The one that makes girls climb the walls. Especially sluts trained by Alex.

Vic Shalloub's scent became even more pronounced. Her body vibrated, and she was even more agitated.

"Fuck!”

“That's it, girl, that's how I like it. Come on, cum, cum in my hand, let it flow, squirt, girl! Show me who you really are.”

Vic Shalloub dug her fingers into the table, looking like a cornered jaguar, her head almost resting on the green cloth. Her legs began to shake. Her uterus burned like a furnace.

She became uncontrollable when she reached climax. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and didn't have time to cross her heels. She squirted, vomiting her fluids as if it were piss. With such force that she wet Alex's shoulder, splashing the disgusting woman's face.

The sluts laughed. They all applauded as if it were a goal. They were excited by the spectacle. A bunch of prostitutes.

Alex made a sign with her fingers, and a young servant arrived bringing what she wanted, in addition to the tube of lubricant.

“No need. It'll go in easy. Where's the rope?”

The young woman was frightened, and Alex frowned.

“Hurry up, girl! Idiot.”

Alex held it, feeling the weight of the instrument, and approached, displaying the object of humiliation.

“I bet you've used this before.”

“Never!”

“I doubt it. You? I know your type. Submissive who wants to pass herself off as a dominatrix. You're not the first to try.”

Alex Green disappeared from Vic Shalloub's view. She spread her thighs and smoothed the hidden ring of the girl crouching like a well-behaved little dog. It was a dark opening, a small hole. The mature woman spread the servant's orgasm with her fingers. She rubbed the small tight hole until it was just the way she wanted it. The asshole glistened. Pleasure flowed through the orifice. Only then did Alex penetrate her with her fingertip.

“Come on, girl! Eat my finger. Are you going to say you don't know how to do that? Haven't you ever done that with your sluts? I don't doubt you didn't know how.”

Vic closed her eyes, concentrating on the movements of her muscles, her sphincters working, and Alex's finger slowly entering. Sinking into the brunette's helpless body.

“That's it, girl, that's it! That's it, accept who you really are. The naughty little slut that lives inside you. Show them how it's done. Who doesn't like to see a prostitute humiliated?”

Alex bit her lip, enjoying the moment. Caressing the cheeky girl, but also preparing her ass to receive what Vic really deserved.

“Come on, fuck it! Stick it in, end this game!”

Vic shouted provocatively.

“Relax! You're not in charge here anymore. I'm in charge of your body. I decide when your body comes. Only when I want it to. Besides, it's not just about fucking your ass. No, honey, it's better to show them who you really are!”

“Aiiiii! Jesus!”

Alex had barely finished speaking. She took Vic by surprise, pushing everything in at once with a vengeance. The round, cold head opened her anus, tearing Vic apart inside. Malicious, evil, Alex salivated as she watched her ass swallow the metal sphere and leave her ass swollen, the ring blooming like a flower.

The mature blonde waited a moment, enjoying the view. It was her turn to feel her panties get wet. Alex's vagina throbbed as she watched the blunt object invade her enemy's rear. And she couldn't touch herself.

But that wasn't all, it was just the beginning of the torture; there was more. She concentrated, made an effort, and the metal strap sank into the hips of the defeated woman.

“Aaah! Aaa!”

The moan was from someone who was enjoying the moment, a thick cable penetrated her rear. Vic Shalloub felt her vagina contract and her rear widen as the hook sank into her anus. She bit her lips and closed her eyes. Her body throbbed, her legs trembled. The brunette was going into heat again.

Posture! Show what it means to be a well-trained bitch. Posture, I want you to be graceful, not a lazy bitch!

Vic lifted her body like a competition bitch. An elegant bitch, showing off her skills. She looked stylish, showing off to others. With her hands apart, showing off her painted nails, her legs wide apart, demonstrating that she knew how to be a true servant.

Vic Shalloub felt Alex Green's hands pulling her and twisting her red-dyed hair. Her neck was pulled back hard, and she ended up tied to the rope. Vic was trapped, elegant, humiliated, and submissive, just as she did with her little dogs when she punished the bitches.

Her head was tilted, the rope was short, and the hook hurt her tight tunnel. Even so, her vagina burned with desire. It throbbed, wetting her thighs, the table—a delicious feeling of being humiliated in public.

It was the height of humiliation, the ultimate in decadence, a total lack of respect. An outrage! She thought, regretting her own arrogance.

And all because she didn't have a damn Queen of Hearts.