I was frantic. What kind of childhood friends were these? They were nothing but gambling addicts.

Forget a few thousand dollars, I couldn't even come up with a few hundred dollars in cash. I never carried cash on me, so there was nothing I could do.

Ernest was already getting impatient. "Enough, Bianca. Why don't you just stand still and let them have a feel? It's not like you'll lose anything!"

As soon as his words fell, Keith reached into my collar. My curves shifted under the control of his hand, molded at his whim.

It was the first time such a private part of me had ever been touched by a stranger, and I felt my very bones go weak and tingly. My rosy tips couldn't help but bud out slightly.

"Oh, someone's enjoying this. Does it feel good, slut?" His grip tightened, kneading my soft mounds without restraint.

I flushed crimson, yet every pore in my body seemed to open up, greedily basking in his caress. A warm current flowed through my body, and a soft, breathy moan escaped my lips. "...Don't be so rough."

The three of them burst into laughter when they heard that. "Who would have thought you were so sensitive, Bianca? You can barely hold it together after just a little fondling."

Their words made me feel hot all over, and without much thought, I slipped off my coat.

My curves were on full display, and my rumpled collar exposed a generous stretch of fair skin, making me look incredibly alluring. The three of them drank in the sight before them. They looked as though they wanted to pounce on me that very instant.

Ernest called them back to the table. "Come on, let's keep going. We're playing till dawn!"

Lying on the bed, I could still feel his touch lingering on my skin, and I began to fantasize about being taken by force by the group of them. I had already been on edge, and after being felt up from bottom to top, my desires only burned stronger.

If I didn't find some release soon, I felt like I would go up in flames. I pulled the quilt over my lower body and slipped my hand underneath.

Not long after, I exhaled. My body felt much better, but it was still far from enough; I desperately wanted to do it with a rugged, powerful man.

Before long, Ernest shot to his feet and fumed, "What the fuck? How the hell did I lose again? I lost ten grand just like that!"

My heart lurched. Ernest and his friends had taken it way too far; they were already up to swings of ten thousand dollars.

Ernest's three childhood friends rose from their seats. "Don't forget what you promised us, Ernest. If Bianca serves us well tonight, we'll write off the ten grand you owe us."

Ernest lowered his head and waved his hand. So, the three of them stalked toward me.

I panicked. Just a moment ago, I had taken off my pants to relieve myself. If they saw me now, I would truly die of shame. Fortunately, my underwear was still at my knees, so I swiftly pulled it back on.

The three of them had already reached the edge of my bed. "Ernest just lost over ten grand, Bianca. Tonight, we'll use you to settle the debt."

I looked at them in alarm, though my heart was racing for more than one reason. The very next second, Keith yanked the covers away. My legs were left completely exposed, and there was an obvious damp patch on my underwear.

"G-Get away from me! You can't do this!" I desperately squeezed my legs together, attempting to hide the marks on my underwear.

Then, two of them closed in on me from both sides before forcing my legs apart. Keith knelt between my thighs and stared at my heat. "You're soaking wet, Bianca. You must really want this, don't you?"

I thrashed wildly, but my body was pinned firmly in place by the men, and I couldn't move an inch. Keith grabbed my underwear and yanked it down. In an instant, I felt a chilly draft down below, as I was completely exposed before their eyes.

Keith took off his pants and pulled out his rod, which looked as thick as my arm, before aiming it right at me. The sheer size of it made my breath catch, and my body couldn't help but weep with hunger.

"Look at how wet you are. Give in already." He cupped my rear with both hands and lifted my waist into the air, aligning me directly with his manhood. Then, without warning, he arched his back and thrust his hips…