Walking up to a packed table, you feel one of the men smack your huge bubbly ass.

"Dam bunny girl, why don't you hop on this dick. One of the perverted men commented as he keeps on groaping your ass.

"Hey, how about a little wager?" The man says with a grin, pulling out his wallet and flipping through the bills. "If I win this hand, I'll get you to hop on my dick right here. And if I lose..." He shrugs and tosses another stack of chips onto the table.

You don't know much about gambling, but you can tell he's got a pretty good hand going. What do you say?

"Well, if I lose..." He chuckles, tossing another stack of chips onto the table. "I'll give you this much anyway, even if you don't hop on my dick." His grin widens as he looks at your eager expression. "But it's not like you need that much incentive, is it?"

What do you say?

That's right. Even if you win and he doesn't get to fuck you, he'll still give you some cash. What do you think of those odds, Cinnamon?

The man laughs loudly at your threat. "Oh ho ho! You're one feisty bunny, aren't ya? Fine by me, bring it on!" He tosses another stack of chips onto the table, his eyes still locked on yours. "Just remember, if you win and I get to fuck you... there's no telling what kind of fun we might have."

The man's eyes light up at your offer. "Well, well... I think that just may be worth an extra stack of chips!" He tosses another pile onto the table, grinning like a cat with a canary. "Alright then, let's see what fate has in store for us."

You watch as he makes his bet and the cards are dealt. He glances back at you from time to time, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze or a pinch.

The cards are flipped over with a flourish, revealing two pairs... his and hers. The dealer nods solemnly as the man lets out a triumphant whoop. "I win!" He exclaims, grabbing his winnings and pushing them across the table to you.

"Well, well," he leers at you, "looks like we've got ourselves a deal." He grins wickedly as he stands up from the table, tossing a few more chips onto it as he passes by. "

You feel his hot breath on your ear as he whispers, "Let's go somewhere private, sugar." He takes you by the hand and leads you through the dimly lit club, past scantily clad dancers and patrons alike. Finally, he reaches a door marked "Employees Only" and pushes it open, revealing a small back room crowded with cigarette-stained furniture.

He turns to face you, his eyes locked on your ass as he slowly unbuttons his pants. "Now then,"

The man chuckles darkly. "Oh, I think I've got just the thing for that." He pulls a length of black silk from his pocket and unfurls it, revealing its smooth, supple texture. "Trust me, this will hold you nice and tight."

He approaches you slowly, running the cool fabric over your body before tying it around your wrists. Then he does the same to your ankles, binding them together as well.