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The Stripping Games Trilogy
By frog (frogintexas@hotmail.com)
(C) Copyright 1999 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described
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Trilogy Part One: Strip Poker
Nina
Nina is the most competitive women I have ever known. She simply has to
win. Always. And, she has that ability to turn every head when she
enters a room. The first time I saw Nina she was waiting to go on stage
at a piano competition and I was doing my usual student work-study gig
as a stagehand. She had dark flashing eyes, tanned skin, and long
supple fingers that danced about as she mentally rehearsed the piece she
was about to play. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a
long black clinging gown that revealed her lithe shape, her tiny waist,
and her extra long legs. I was transfixed by the sight of her.
As she was about to walk on stage, she turned to me, smiled a giant
Julia Roberts-type smile, and said, "Wish me luck!" Then she turned, and
as the bright stage lights hit her and shined through her dress, I saw
the silhouette of those long legs, the narrow space between her legs,
her confident walk, and I knew immediately that she was someone special.
The next time I saw Nina was in the campus pool hall. Her long hair
flowed down her back and she tossed it about with every move. She was
wearing tight white tank top and even tighter jeans. She had on a bra,
but you just knew that those small, trim breasts would never bounce even
if she had been braless.
Just as I made my way near her table, she shrieked, "Jesus H. Christ!"
and threw the chalk clear across the room. "I had you beat and
scratched on the eight-ball! How stupid! Let's play again. I demand a
rematch!" She flashed that big smile at some poor guy who clearly had
had enough pool for one afternoon.
"I win one out of seven games and you demand a rematch? No, thanks.
I'm done. Thanks for the games, " he said as he put away his cue stick.
Nina just pouted and sat provocatively on the edge of the table.
I was mesmerized by her athletic body and sparkling eyes, but she
abruptly brought me back to reality by materializing right in front of
me and saying, "Hi! Wanna play?"
About all I have ever played is the trumpet, so I knew I was in the
wrong place. "I'm not much of a pool player." I mumbled. She frowned
and turned away. "But, I would love to buy you a cup of coffee." I
looked quickly back and forth between her fantastic eyes and her full
mouth. She saw my look. Her face softened and she said, "Sure." My
heart began to pound because I had never been courageous enough to ask
any girl out that quickly. I'm not a dork or anything, but it just took
me a while to get up enough courage to make the big move.
"Anyway, if we played pool, you would probably take me for everything I
had!" I blurted.
"First your money and then your clothes," she twinkled. "Or maybe your
clothes first!" And, with a wink, off she went in a rush. At the door,
she stopped and seeing that I hadn't moved, she smiled and said,
"Coffee?" I blushed and chased after the most exquisite ass I had ever
seen trapped in jeans and heading for a coffee shop.
In the next few days, our coffee rendezvous became more frequent,
especially when I would just "happen" to pass her practice room when she
took a break. It was in conversations over coffee that I found out just
how competitive she was. Michael Jordan or Wayne Gretzky had nothing on
her. She simply loved competing at anything. She loved playing games.
She loved sports. And, she said she really got a major rush when she
gambled! Using a fake ID and lots of guts, she had gone to a casino
just across the state line and had had the time of her life. As she
told me about the experience, her voice went up and she seemed
completely exhilarated. And, I was exhilarated also when her nipples
turned rock hard and became visible behind the fabric of her shirt.
"Maybe we should go gambling sometime...a poker party or something," I
said trying to be nonchalant.
"Be careful," she beamed. "I might just win the shirt off your back."
"Oh, strip poker.... I see." I teased.
Her brow furrowed and I could almost see the gears whirling in her
mind, "Hmmm, now that's a thought. And, an exciting one at that."
Lee
I was looking for Nina the day that I found Lee Kim, a gorgeous,
thoroughly American girl of Korean descent. She was short, had long
black hair, medium sized breasts, and wore the shortest skirts in the
whole university. I had not formally met Lee, but I certainly had
noticed her. Everyone noticed her. Once I had almost dropped an entire
tray of food, when she slid into a booth in the student union and I
glimpsed a flash of white lace panties against dark skinned legs. I
didn't know who she was, but I saw that flash of magic over and over in
my daydreams.
Nina had told me that she was playing tennis that day, so I ambled by
the tennis courts hoping to "accidentally" bump into her. "Your
advantage, but not for long!" I heard a voice shout. "Forget that,
honey!" shouted back a voice unmistakably Nina's. Whap! Whap! Such
fury on a tennis court I have never seen. Grunts, groans, and ground
strokes! And short little tennis skirts flouncing about tanned legs.
"Ha!" shouted Nina as she finally drove the ball past Lee. "That's my
set!" They walked over to the side of the court where I was waiting.
Nina glistened with sweat. Her white tee shirt was ringing wet and
stuck to her like glue. I could see her sports bra underneath. But,
what really had my attention was Lee who was just as wet. I could
clearly see her very dark nipples through her white shirt and bra. She
caught me staring, but made no attempt to hide anything. She just
smiled.
"Damn, I hate to lose," muttered Lee still smiling at me while
unclipping her long black hair and running her fingers through it, then
her face changed to a pouty frown, "especially to you, roomie!"
"Desire, my dear, that's the key. The one with the most desire to win,
wins!" Nina retorted. "Hey, Mike...I want you to meet my roommate,
Lee."
"Oh, so this is Mike, the trumpet player. Nina has told me a lot about
you."
My heart leaped. Nina must really be interested in me. At least
interested enough to discuss me with her roommate. This suddenly was
getting great.
"You're the one who wants to play strip poker, I hear!" Lee smirked.
I nearly died. Here I was trying to impress this fantastic looking
girl. And, she tells her roommate is that I have suggested strip poker!
I turned beat red and stammered, "Well, not exactly...."
"Look at him blush! I think he must not have been serious. Men, you
can never count on them!" teased Lee.
"Hey, wait a minute, you two." I spoke without really knowing what I was
going to say. "I'm game if you are!" I couldn't believe the words came
out of my mouth. What was I saying? Not that I wouldn't love to see
both Nina and Lee naked, but I didn't want them to think I was asking
them to play some silly game that I mostly associated with prepubescent
teenagers giggling in a tent after light outs at the camp out.
Actually I was thoroughly intimidated by both of them. I certainly
didn't want that to show, however. I gathered up my most macho
nonchalance and said, "Anyway, I would most likely win and I would not
want to waste my time playing with girls who likely would quit before
the final hand!"
They simply looked at one another, eyes twinkling.
Then Nina sneered, "Yeah right, Mr. Card Shark! Let's go get something
cold to drink, I'm dying of thirst out here." And, off we went.
Actually, off they went with me in hot pursuit and enjoying the two
short tennis skirts in front of me with an occasional glimpse of what
was underneath each.
As we walked along, I kept reflecting on that look on their faces. They
had had that look in both their eyes--the look that said that they did
not just cast aside my comments as idle conversation. They had received
the dare and their competitive spirits had been challenged. They
couldn't let that challenge pass by. My mind raced back and forth
between the fantasy of forcing both of them to get naked and the fearful
realization that they might be the ones forcing me.
Phyllis
That night Nina invited me over for dinner at her apartment. The
prospect of an evening with both Lee and Nina sounded great. When I
arrived I was greeted by the fantastic aroma of garlic bread and by the
third roommate, Phyllis. Every student in the music department knew
Phyllis...a promising singer, longish blond hair that she wore al la
Veronica Lake hanging over one eye (although she likely never heard of
Miss Lake). She had big super blue eyes, and the most magnificent
breasts anywhere. Even when she covered them up, which most often she
did, you simply could not look at Phyllis without looking at her boobs.
Phyllis also had a reputation of being very conservative; a Baptist
preacher's daughter, and somewhat shy, except when she sang.
The dinner was wonderful. Lots of wine and great conversation. Even
Phyllis was shrieking and laughing at all my rather lame jokes and
stories. And, Nina looked ravishing in her long blue casual dress made
of knit material that shaped every curve. I was in heaven...three
gorgeous women and me.
Over dessert, Lee said, "Phyllis, you should have seen Mike blush today
when I embarrassed him at the tennis court." Nina giggled out loud as I
began to blush again.
"What did you say...this time, Lee?" replied Phyllis showing fake
sympathy for me.
"Oh, Mike is trying to talk us into playing strip poker," she whined.
"What? " both Phyllis and I exclaimed at once. "No, I'm not!" I said,
"I have never tried to talk you into a strip poker game! I just
mentioned it in passing...once...Nina made a big deal out of it, and
now, Lee won't let it alone!"
"Oh, so you are afraid to play us, huh?" Lee persisted.
My masculine face-saving instincts along with the wine suddenly took
over and I said, "Ok. Since you seem to have a fixation on this and are
the one who at least appears to want to play. Let's do it. Right now.
Right here. I'll show you who is afraid and who's not. Get out the
cards."
Nina laughed, Phyllis frowned, and Lee said, "No fair. Three woman
against one man! Not fair. We want at least equal numbers of dicks to
look at when we beat the pants off you guys! I'm no math major, but
even I know when the odds are not right. You'll need to find some
friends...major hunks only, please!"
"You aren't serious, Lee!" hooted Phyllis, "Like we are going to sit
around here and take our clothes off for each other, yeah sure...count
me out. The last time I played strip poker was in Girl Scouts. I was
eleven, had nothing to show, and I still was mortified. Anyway, if the
idea is for everyone to get naked, then you can just take off your
clothes...with emphasis on the word YOU...you don't have to play some
silly game! Just go get naked if you want!"
"No, you've got it all wrong, Phyllis, the first one naked loses and the
rest win...the rest being us, of course," Lee explained. "I'd love to
see a bunch of guys get humiliated by us. Wouldn't you?" Her eyes
flashed. I could see that what had started as just an innocent jab to
make me uncomfortable was developing into a full-fledged fantasy for
Lee. The thought of being in a position of power over a bunch of guys
was very appealing to Lee.
It was now or never. "Ok, I'll make you a deal," I said. "I don't
think you ladies are brave enough to accept it though. I think you are
all talk and no do. Nevertheless, I'll get two other guys to make this
a fair game, IF you all agree to play. No backing out. We play until
someone is completely, and I mean completely, naked. So, now Miss I-
Can-Do-Anything-Better, put up or shut up...that goes for all three of
you!"
Lee eyes told the story. She couldn't turn down a challenge like that.
She sneered, "Ok, I'm game. It won't take long to get your pants
off...and we'll see what you are really made of."
Phyllis gasped, "I can't believe I'm hearing this. No way! I've had a
little wine, but I'm not stupid." Phyllis attempted to fold her arms
over her breasts and huff. Instead, her folded arms just accentuated
the size of her majestic tits. As she noticed me glancing at her lovely
chest, she just rolled her eyes in disgust.
Suddenly, there was quiet in the room as everyone turned and looked at
Nina who was rinsing off dishes at the sink. "Don't make a promise that
you won't keep!" I warned. I could see Nina's neck turning red, even
from the back. She simply couldn't resist.
"When do we play?" she whispered. "Oh, shit!" exclaimed Phyllis.
The Game
"I can't believe you guys," said Phyllis as I carried the glass-topped
table in through the front door and set it in the center of the living
room. "I have been suckered into this; I didn't want to do this; I
might not even do this...one thing's for sure, I had better have a bunch
of wine right now." Phyllis was frantic. She had vacillated all week,
but Nina and Lee had assured her that she would not lose. "Desire to
win!" That's what Nina kept saying. Phyllis knew that there were no
guarantees. And she had never been naked in front of any man.
I had misgivings too. Big ones. I had talked Jack and Doug into
playing. Actually, it hadn't taken much persuasion. The possibility of
seeing any of these three girls without clothes made their decision
easy. The more difficult part was getting Nina's approval regarding
which guys to ask. She had high standards, she said, mostly related to
two things: how they looked and, more importantly, whether or not they
were very discreet. Everyone had to promise to keep this event a secret
outside our little circle of six.
Jack (short for Giacomo) was a flute player from New Jersey, one of the
few straight male flute players in the music department, and a good
looking, very Italian guy. He had wanted to get in Lee's pants for a
long time, so this seemed a golden opportunity to him.
Doug was less sure. He was an education major who just happened to be
in Marching Band, so he knew a lot of music students. He also was
Jack's roommate, so he seemed a logical choice. Doug was very short
with a slight build--a fairly ordinary looking, small guy. Nina
objected at first, but when she realized that Doug could keep a secret
and was a jovial, fun guy, she relented.
"Tequila shots," said Nina. "That's the magic potion that will make
this work."
"Here, here," I said as I looked at Phyllis. She obviously had taken
our clothing agreement to the limit.
We had agreed that skirts and blouses were required for the women with
shoes, slips, bras, and panties rounding out their ensembles. Phyllis
had on a white blouse with a full slip visible under it. She was
prepared to take off a lot of clothes before she had to expose anything
at all.
Men were penalized one garment from the start, because in Nina's words,
the men only had one "thing" of particular interest, while the women had
two...or three depending on how you counted. Men, therefore, wore
shoes, shirts, pants, boxers, and "speedos," skimpy little combination
swim suits and g-strings. The speedos were Lee's idea because she said
that she had this thing for seeing men's tight asses barely covered
before unveiling the "grand finale."
The rules were not very well thought out. With a bunch of music
students playing, no one thought much about probabilities and such.
Unlike the children's version of the game, the girls insisted that when
one person was naked, the game ended. Everyone received 5 poker chips
with which to bet. In order to get more you had to trade an article of
clothing for five additional chips. You could lose an article of
clothing two ways, by having the lowest hand or by losing your chips.
Everyone had to ante one chip on each hand and once an article of
clothing was off, it was gone for the duration of the game. The glass-
top table, also Lee's idea, was to facilitate the viewing.
I was shocked when Phyllis threw back the first shot of Tequila long
before Jack and Doug had arrived. I helped the women prepare all the
other trapping of a nice party, hors d'oeuvres, drinks, etc. When Doug
and Jack arrived, we had a few drinks and after an awkward moment, Lee
said, "This shouldn't take too long. Let's get those pants off of
them." Lee began to shuffle the cards. Nina winked and left the room.
Phyllis said, "Look. We aren't going through with this, right? She was
pleading at this point. She clutched the collar of her shirt tightly
and could barely look Jack or Doug in the eye.
"Oh, hell, Phyllis. You promised to play. If you are not going to do
it, then leave or stop bitching," hissed Lee. Phyllis barely held back
the tears and quietly went into the kitchen. Down went another tequila
shot. She would be fine, I thought, but I was not so sure about myself.
Lee sat at the table shuffling the cards. She wore one of her typical
super short skirts. She had opted for pantyhose instead of a slip,
claiming she had no slips in her wardrobe. I stood gazing through the
glass table at her lovely legs. She glanced up and noticed my stare as
she crossed her legs. "Look now, big boy. Cause, what you see right
now is about all you are going to see tonight!"
The guys took their places at the table just as Nina reappeared from the
bedroom. She had changed into a giant sweatshirt with "Rice" emblazoned
on the front. "Hey, what's up with the sweatshirt?" I asked.
"There's no rule about what your shirt has to look like," she said.
Suddenly, I realized that Nina was going to do anything to win-just as I
should have expected.
"Come on, Phyllis," said Nina.
"Ok," Phyllis whispered. She walked rather unsteadily and dropped into
her chair. We sat boy-girl-boy-girl around the table with lots of
nervous body language clearly apparent.
"Everyone ante one chip," said Lee, as she dealt the first hand. We all
tossed a chip into the center of the table and the game finally began.
I started getting an erection in anticipation of what was about to
happen. I looked around the table. As everyone eyed their cards, game
faces appeared on Nina and Lee. They were taking this very seriously
now.
"Your bet, Doug," said Lee. Doug looked at an ace, king, queen, jack,
and...sigh... a five of spades. "I pass," he said with a groan. Nina
also passed, as did Jack. Phyllis stared at a pair of jacks and very
adventurously proclaimed, "Ok, I'll bet one." Her hands were shaking as
she tossed a chip in the pot.
I had two queens. "I'll see that and raise one." Everyone tossed chips
into the pot and began to discard. Lee drew three eights, "Not too
bad," she thought. Doug drew one seeking the straight, but got another
king. "At least I have a pair," he thought. "Maybe I won't have the
low hand."
"I'll raise you one," smiled Phyllis. Obviously she had a good hand.
Certainly Phyllis would never get the nickname "poker face." Doug,
Nina, Jack, and I quickly folded.
"I'll see that," said Lee. "What do you have?"
"Three jacks," screamed Phyllis as she jumped up and down in here seat.
Phyllis' wonderful boobs bounced up and down as well. "I think I have
decided that this game might not be so bad after all." She raked in the
pile of chips and began to stack them in front of her.
Lee was crestfallen until she realized that all she had lost were a few
chips. Jack had the low hand. "Just as planned," whispered Nina, "Let
see those cute feet, Jack!"
"Ok." Off came Jack's shoes. Phyllis was still bouncing up and down in
her chair.
Lee looked at her one chip, threw it in the center of the table, and
took off her shoes. "I might as well go ahead and get some chips now,"
she sighed.
Doug dealt the next hand and Lee, Doug, Jack, and I groaned
simultaneously. "Damn," Nina thought as she stared at two aces and two
sixes...and one chip. "Wouldn't you know it-a good hand and no betting
muscle."
Phyllis peered at two queens and two fives. "This is going great," she
thought.
Nina said, "I'll bet one."
Phyllis said, "I'll see that and raise you five." She had newly found
courage with a giant pile of chips sitting in front of her. Everyone
but Nina immediately folded. Nina took off her shoes. Then to
everyone's surprise, she slowly stood up and unzipped her skirt letting
it slip down her long tanned legs.
"I'll see your five and raise you five more!" said Nina quietly as she
sat back down demurely smoothing her shiny satin slip down around her
legs.
Phyllis' eyebrows shot up, "Humph. Ok. I'll see that and take one
card." "I'll take one also," said Nina.
This was it! In order to bet again, Nina was going to have to remove
her sweatshirt! I was about to see that lovely body for the first time.
My palms got sweaty, my heart began to race, and my dick began to come
to full attention. I actually shivered all over at the thought.
Slowly Nina stood up. I could hardly breathe. Without warning she
quickly pulled her arms inside the sleeves of her sweatshirt. A few
swift maneuvers and out popped her hands again along with a white lace
bra.
"Hey, you can't do that...no fair," shouted all the guys at once.
"No one said anything about the order of clothing to be removed," smiled
Nina. Now we knew what the sweatshirt was all about.
"This is bull shit!" screamed Jack.
Nina merely smiled and took five new chips. "Raise you five," said Nina
tossing them in the pile.
"I'll see that and raise four," said Phyllis with an air of defiance
pushing the last of her once large pile of chips to the center. Phyllis
suddenly had a wild look in her eye. She was into this big time. "Now
what are you gonna do, roomie?"
Nina stood, reached under her sweatshirt and grabbed the top of her
half-slip. As she wiggled out of her slip, I caught a glimpse of white
lace just before she pulled the sweatshirt back down below her panties.
She took five chips from the bank and tossed four on the table.
"This was not working as planned at all," I thought. She has lost four
out of six pieces of clothing and still was not showing anything!
Phyllis burst forth slapping her cards onto the table; "I have a full
house-queens and fives! Ha!" She reached for the pile of chips.
"Nope," said Nina as she placed three sixes and two aces one by one on
the table. We all gasped! And Nina just grinned that magnificent grin.
Little beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her calm. Now she had
the big pile of chips and the rest of us were about to undress.
Doug had the low hand. Doug took off Phyllis' shoes and, in turn,
Phyllis took off Doug's. Jack mused, "I think that sets a nice
precedent for later in the game."
"Don't get your hopes up, buster," laughed Lee. "Nina's deal."
I couldn't keep my eyes off Lee's legs as they crossed and uncrossed
under the transparent table. I wondered if her Asian pubis was somehow
different than Phyllis' and Nina's. The thought of finding out made my
hands tremble again.
Nina dealt, picked up her cards, and looked at one of the worst hands
she had ever seen. "Now we'll have some action," she thought knowing
that the guys likely had good hands. "Now is the time for someone--
namely me--to build up the pot in a big way." I noticed her secret
little smile, but thought it was merely a reaction to Doug and Jack.
Both of them were up and were taking off their shirts in preparation for
betting on the next hand. I slipped off my shoes and took my new chips
from the bank as well.
Jack stood there flexing as the girls hooted and cheered. Jack was one
hairy guy! And, well built with big arms, broad shoulders, and a
washboard stomach. The girls high-fived each other as Jack ran through
his mock Mr. America routine. Doug, on the other hand, was hairless and
small. He could have been the "98 lb. weakling" poster child.
Nevertheless, he flexed mocking each of Jack's moves as if he were a
body builder to the cheers of the female contingent.
Jack looked at his new cards and his heart sank. He had the two of
hearts and the king, queen, five, and three of clubs-a big time long
shot at drawing a flush. "Here go the pants," he thought grimacing.
The rest of the players tried to keep "poker faces" while looking at
pretty good hands all around. I had three threes; Lee had two pair,
fours and eights; Doug had three tens; and Phyllis had two pair, aces
and nines. The group, hardly high caliber poker players, got their
hopes up instantly.
Jack wisely passed. Phyllis, less confident now, said, "I
bet...ah...two."
Having hardly been in the game up to now, I boldly declared, "I'll see
your two and raise three." I shoved my five chips forward, stood and
took off my shirt and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes. I
grabbed five chips and sat quickly down. Nina looked me over and
smiled. I tried to peek under the very short "Rice" shirt that now
served as her skirt also, but those gorgeous legs were tightly closed.
Lee reluctantly stood, reached under her short skirt and quickly pulled
down her pantyhose. I was sitting next to her, so I caught only a quick
glimpse of black panties as she pulled her hose off-a fantastic
foretaste of things to come. She shoved all nine chips to the center
and with a raspy voice said, "See you and raise you four!"
Nine to Doug. He looked at his "three of a kind" hand carefully. Then
he stood and slowly unzipped his pants. The girls began to clap in
unison. Then they broke into gales of laughter. Doug was wearing very
large boxers with big yellow smiley faces on them. He smiled, collected
his chips and matched the pot.
"Take something off so I can deal, Phyllis," said Jack. "Let's keep
this moving."
"Not so fast," said Nina. "I still get to bet." Brows furrowed all
around with this unexpected move. "I'll see your nine...and raise you
five."
Phyllis gasped. She would have to remove both skirt and blouse to meet
the bet. Or she could simply fold. The tequila began to think for her
and she said to herself, "What the heck, I think I have the winning
hand. I might have to take off my slip to win the hand though. But,
who cares. Boys have seen more of me in a swim suit." She had
carefully chosen her bra and panties for the occasion. There was
nothing transparent about either of them!
Jack was even more uncomfortable. "I should just fold," he thought.
Obviously, that's the best strategy. On the other hand, if I can draw
the flush, I'll still have on my speedo and I'll win big. If not, I'll
be naked and pissed for not having seen one single tit in this entire
game."
Jack did see, however, the way that Lee looked at him when he took off
his shirt. With a little luck, he might just get her horny with all
this undressing--horny enough to get himself laid later. Lee's tight
body eclipsed Jack's good sense and he said, "I'll see that bet."
Nina hopped up and switched on the stereo. Strains of the "Stripper"
blared forth. Nina had set up the music for just this part of the
evening. Jack stood and unzipped his pants to the music. He turned
away from the table and pealed off his jeans revealing the goofiest
looking "Tweety-Bird" boxers. Obviously, he and Doug had shopped for
appropriate "strip poker party" boxers together. He kicked off his
pants and shoved ten chips out on the table.
"I believe you are four short," sighed Lee.
Still moving to the music, Jack hooked a thumb in each side of his
boxers and slowly pulled them over his hips. All three girls
involuntarily gasped as they saw his dick clearly outlined by the tight
nylon fabric. He turned slowly, bumping and grinding, to reveal that
his speedo was a thong in the back! Nina began to cheer, but Lee simply
stared at Jack's trim ass. Suddenly, Jack sat down and tossed four more
chips on the table.
He smiled at Lee. Lee had a serious look of pure lust.
All eyes then turned to Phyllis.
"Ok," she said out loud to herself. "I can do this. I'm a big girl
now."
"You certainly are, " mocked Jack. "Let's see just how big!"
Ignoring Jack, Phyllis began to slowly unbutton each tiny button on her
blouse. She blushed as she took off the blouse and carefully folded it.
She had on a white slip and bra, but both could hardly contain the
massive breasts beneath, especially when she bent over to put her blouse
down.
Next came the skirt. It fell quickly away after she unzipped it.
Standing there in her slip, Phyllis looked for the world as if she had
just stepped off the stage of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." She demurely sat
back down, but her hard nipples were visible against the soft fabric.
Jack, without thinking, reached down and "adjusted" his quickly
hardening prick to which Lee responded," Need some help with that?"
"Yes," laughed Jack. "My doctor told me not to lift anything heavy."
It would take both my pants and my boxers to continue, so not being
completely stupid, I folded.
"Spoil sport," nagged Nina.
"Just good poker playing," I responded. "Lee, I believe that you are a
bit short."
"We'll see who is SHORT!" she retorted. "Very soon in fact." I guessed
that she would take off her blouse and I was ready to see those breasts
with the dark, dark nipples, even if a bra covered them. Instead, she
stood and slipped off her skirt. My mouth fell open as I gazed at her
silky black panties with dark wisps of pubic hair curling out around the
edges. Her panties came to a low "V" in the front as if they were
pointing to the magic spot beneath. She boldly pulled the sides of her
panties up and let the elastic snap back against her waist with a pop.
With all the attention turned to Lee, no one noticed as Doug began to
fidget in his seat. It was show time for Doug...or time to fold. "What
the hell!" he thought. "I guess I need five more chips," he said. Down
came Doug's boxers and every eye in the place bulged.
"Jesus," I thought. "Why do the smallest guys always seem to get the
largest dicks?"
Doug's speedo hardly contained his big prick. Instead of whistling and
cheering, the girls sat in silence. Doug blushed mightily. He slid
back into his chair feeling absolutely uncomfortable. Finally, air
whistled through Nina's lips and she said, "Perhaps we should just deal
now."
Phyllis began to breathe deeply with eyes directly on Doug's crotch.
"Size matters, " whispered Nina. Phyllis began to giggle nervously.
Phyllis took one card hoping for another ace or nine. She peeped under
the edge of the card and saw...a five.
Lee took only one card looking for an eight or a four. She got a jack
instead.
Doug took two. Could he get a fourth ten? No.
Nina took four cards.
"What in the hell were you betting on?" I shouted. Nina just smiled.
Jack dealt himself one card. "There's really no hope. I should have
folded," he thought. He turned up the edge of his card. It was the
four...of clubs! He had a flush! And he had only one chip-one chip
away from showing his dick, now obviously one of the smaller members
here in the room, to three women. "Phyllis, it's your bet."
"I pass," said Phyllis.
"Lee?"
"I'm just watching here." Lee had her "game face" back on.
"Pass," blurted Doug.
"Me too," said Nina. She knew if she pushed too hard, the game might
fall apart. And, she was anxious to see what was under Doug's speedo up
close.
Jack shoved his last remaining chip forward. "I'll bet one."
"Damn you, Jack." cried Phyllis.
"Take it off now...or take it off next hand, Phyllis." Jack responded
looking directly at Phyllis' tits.
"Same as at the beach, same as at the beach," Phyllis kept saying to
herself as she slipped the straps of her slip off each shoulder and let
the top fall away from her breasts and then down to her ankles. She had
on a white satin bra. Her large boobs seemed to spill out all around
the large cups. They simply begged to be free. She tossed a chip in
the pile and sat down with her arms across her breasts.
My eyes were on her white panties, however. They were designed to cover
the subject, as well, but the hint of wetness on the front of her
panties identified the exact location of her vagina. Did this turn her
on? I think it does. I stared through the glass top table until
Phyllis said, "Are you taking a picture there, Mike?" I turned crimson
red.
Lee was already taking off her blouse. Her dark Asian complexion was
perfect. And, so were her breasts encased in a black bra. Those magic
nipples were responding again also.
"I fold," said Doug. If I don't and I lose, then I won't be able to
ante next game and the game is over. There was disappointment on every
girl's face.
Nina looked carefully at the chips in front of Lee and Phyllis.
"I'll see that and raise you...ah...three, " said Nina triumphantly.
"Oh, my god, she's buying the pot, " said Jack. "These rules suck!"
Nina had us. In order for Jack to bet, he had to remove his speedo.
When he did, the game would be over. Checkmate!
The three girls smiled at each other. "Shit," said Jack throwing his
cards on the table.
"Oooo, and he had a flush too!" Nina smirked. "When Jack ante's on the
next hand, he has to show us everything and the game is over."
"Wait," I said. "We haven't finished this hand yet."
"A formality," said Lee. "Phyllis has aces and nines. Take the pot,
Phyllis. And turn up the music so Jack can show us what he's got."
"Wait," I said. "The hand is not over until the low hand removes a
piece of clothing."
The realization of what I said hit Nina like a ton of bricks. She had
been so crafty, yet she had forgotten about the low hand rule. She had
the low hand. And she was wearing only that big baggy sweatshirt and
panties.
My moment had arrived.
Nina stood and, while trying to keep her shirt down, she tugged at her
white panties. She quickly bent over and pulled down her panties. For
the briefest of moments, there was her lovely brown, trim bush.
Quickly, she recovered adjusting the sweatshirt to cover
herself...barely.
"Turn around," said Jack, "I did, so you have to too."
Nina moved slowly around. The sweatshirt couldn't cover the bottom half
of the cheeks of her ass-and a magnificent ass it was peeking out from
under the rough cotton, tan lines very clearly marked. She started to
sit down when suddenly Jack shouted, "Think fast!" as he threw a shot
glass toward Nina.
Reacting by reflex, Nina reached out and caught the unexpected missile.
In doing so, the bottom of her sweatshirt popped up revealing her
beautiful pussy directly across the table from me and at eye level. It
was a moment that I would remember every time I masturbated for months
after that.
Quickly, Nina recovered, but instead of screaming, which obviously was
her first impulse, she just smiled and began to laugh. Before long we
were all laughing with tears rushing down our cheeks.
"Ante up," Phyllis shouted. "I believe it is my deal. Who has a single
chip with which to ante?" she drawled sounding like our English
professor.
I held up a chip, as did Lee, Doug, Nina, and Phyllis. All eyes turned
to Jack.
"I guess this is it," said Jack. He began to dance around the table as
he slowly tugged his speedo lower and lower. The girls clapped and
cheered. Finally, out popped Jack's semi-erect dick.
"A masterpiece," shouted Nina.
"Michelangelo should have sculpted Giacomo instead of David," laughed
Lee.
Phyllis simply stared. We all knew that this likely was the first dick
Phyllis had ever seem "in person."
"I've decided I like this game," sighed Phyllis.
"Ok, gather around for the incriminating evidence," said Nina as she
took out a camera.
"Wait, I didn't agree to this," said Jack.
"It's just for memories and to enforce discretion," she said as she
mounted the camera on a tripod and set the timer.
We all gathered around Jack-Lee and Phyllis in bra and panties, Doug
with massive dick safely contained in his speedo, Nina in her
sweatshirt, and me, Mr. Know-When-To-Hold-And-Fold with his pants firmly
in place. Flash! The camera captured the wonderful moment.
"I demand a rematch!" said Jack as he searched for his clothes under the
girl's watchful eyes.
"Yeah," said Lee. "We didn't get to see much of Mike!"
"Hey, what about the lady in the trick sweatshirt," I said pointing at
Nina.
"Nope. That's it. We've got winners and losers. So, the game is over,"
said Nina.
"Hey, what's the matter? Are you afraid to play us again with better
rules? Are you chicken?" I sneered.
Nina's eyes narrowed. She had received the challenge and, after all,
she is the most competitive woman I ever met!
"Maybe, maybe not," said Nina with that twinkle in her eye.
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