The crowd's chants filled the air again—"Spin! Spin! Spin!"—their voices syncing with the heavy *dum dum* of the music rolling through the club.
The announcer was loving it, bouncing on stage, waving his arms like a hype man on steroids. "Let's turn it up, people! Who's ready for the next one?" he shouted, and the audience roared back, feeding the chaos.
The lights flashed wild, then settled as the roulette wheel clicked to a stop.
The slot it landed on said Afa had to kneel, unzip my pants, and give me a blow job.
The announcer let out a scream—"Holy hell, we're in for it now!"—and the crowd absolutely lost it, cheering and yelling like they'd never seen anything better.
I coughed into my fist, trying to play it cool with a smile, but my eyes flicked to Afa. Her face went red, a mix of a pout and a grin as she glanced at me, caught off guard but still in the game.
"You good?" I asked, leaning in a little, my voice low.