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Pure Strip Poker
By MikeCA ()
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Pure Strip Poker
Chapter 2 The First Game - Part 2
Bob looked down and started to gather up all the cards, and then
shuffled them. My eyes went back and forth between Sharon's firm
breasts and Kristen's lacy bra. The girls began to ante and I looked
down to see only one chip. I pushed my last chip into the ante. George
stood up and removed his undershirt with great flare, and tossed it into
the bank pile. Sharon handed him five more chips, and he anted one of
them. I picked up my hand and looked at it. I had an ace, a king, a six,
a five and a four, an ace high hand. I better find some way to improve
this hand, or I was in big trouble. I was going to have to take off my
pants now just to say in the game. With this hand I did not dare drop
out before the draw.
Since Bob dealt, Sharon was the first to act, and she opened without
hesitation. George and Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn,
and he was out of chips. Jim quickly removed his undershirt and
tossed it towards the bank pile. Sharon handed him 5 chips, and Jim
tossed one into the pot to see the bet. Betty then saw the bet. Now it
was my turn. I stood up, unbuckled my pants and slid them down. The
erection I had gotten from staring at Sharon and Kristen's breasts
immediately pushed the front of my boxers out.
"Boy," Mary blurted out. "Larry sure likes what he sees there Sharon
and Kristen."
"Next time you play strip poker Larry, you might get some jockey
briefs," giggled Betty next to me.
I stood there struggling to get my pants off my legs. Finally I got them
free and sat down abruptly, pulling my legs up in front of me to cover
up my erections. Sharon reached across to give me my five chips,
giving me a heavenly view of her breasts as she extended her hand
across the circle, but this had the side effect of making my erection
even harder. I had to concentrate on the game more and lose this
erection quick. I tossed in my bet, and Mary and Bob did also.
Everyone took three cards, except for Sharon, who took only two. I
looked at my three cards. They were a queen, a four and a two. That
was no help at all. I still just had an ace high hand. I was in big
trouble
now. I had only two pieces of clothes left, and it looked like I might
be sitting there in only my briefs at the end of this hand.
Sharon opened the betting for one chip. George, Kristen, Jim and
Betty all folded. I had no choice but too fold also, and pray someone
had a lower hand. Mary and Bob then folded. Obviously, everyone
was being careful.
Sharon laid down her cards. "Three sixes," she announced. I had
figured she had three of a kind, because she seemed so sure of her bets
and she only took two cards. As I lay down my ace high hand I
searched anxiously for a lower hand. Suddenly, my heart jumped.
Kristen had an ace, king, jack. I had an ace, king queen. I didn't have
the low hand, and Kristen was going to lose her bra!
Kristen was also looking carefully at all the hands. "Mary, I think you
have the lowest hand," she finally said. I looked down at Mary's hand.
She had an ace, eight, even lower than Kristen. Mary had only lost her
shoes, so far, so that was not very promising.
"I guess your right," said Mary. "But both you and Larry almost lost it
there." Mary stood up and bent down and reached under her full skirt
to pull down her panty hose. She got a hold of the top of the panty
hose and pulled them down to her knees, and then sat down to pull
them the rest of the way off her feet. She reached over and handed
them to Sharon.
George gathered up the cards, shuffled them and dealt them out again.
While he did that, I tried to check out how many chips and clothes
everyone had. George had only his underpants left and he had three
chips. Jim also had only his underpants left, but he had four chips.
Kristen had her panties and bra left, plus three chips. I had my boxers
and undershirt left, plus four chips. Sharon was wearing only her
panties, but she had a big stack of chips in front of her. Bob, Mary and
Betty all had big stacks and most of their clothes left. If I could
avoid
having the lowest hand, and losing another piece of clothes, then most
likely either George or Jim would be the big loser, but not before
Kristen lost her bra.
I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a very poor hand, a
queen, a nine, an eight, a three and a two. I had to hope for
improvement in this hand.
Since George had dealt, Kristen was the first to act, and she passed,
then Jim and Betty. Now it was my turn. I immediately passed without
looking at my hand again. Mary checked after me and Bob opened for
one chip. Everyone quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards and
waited for George to deal me more cards.
Finally, Bob got to me and I picked up my three new cards, a seven, a
three and a two. Now I was in real trouble. I had a queen high hand.
Unless I was very lucky, I was about to lose my undershirt and be in
the same state of undress as George and Jim.
Bob had opened the first round, and he passed. Sharon grabbed a chip
from her pile and tossed it into the pot to open the betting for one
chip. George, Kristen and Jim all folded. Betty, with an even bigger
pile of chips than Sharon, grabbed a handful, counted out six. "I see
your one and raise you five," she said.
Well clearly I folded, and so did Mary. Bob looked at Betty and then
Sharon, and folded also.
"Ok, Betty, what have you got?" asked Sharon. Betty laid down three
Jacks. "Well, you got me again, Betty," Sharon said, as dropped a pair
of kings and a pair of threes on the floor.
As Betty started to gather in the pot to add it to her already huge pile
of chips, I nervously looked around for a lower hand than my queen
high. Kristen had an ace high hand, and was also carefully checking
the other hands. She spotted my queen high. "Larry, I think you have
the lowest hand," she said. "Anyone lower than a queen high?" There
wasn't anyone. I quickly pulled my undershirt off and handed it to
Betty next to me.
Now I was in trouble. I was sitting there in only my boxer shorts. I
had two chips left, which would hold me through the next hand, if I
didn't bet. After that I was going to have to lose my boxers, just to
ante. Jim was in the same situation, and George had only one chip left,
so he was going to have to lose his underpants in the next hand. It was
some relieve that George would lose his underpants first, but Jim and
I would be right behind him.
Kristen began to gather up the cards for the next hand. All I could
think about was I was sitting on the floor in this apartment, in only my
boxers, with four girls I barely knew. Jim and George were in there
underpants, Kristen was in her panties and bra, and Sharon was in her
just her panties, with her round beautiful breast bouncing as she
shifted her weight. Sharon's breasts were causing me an enormous
erection, which forced me to pull my legs up in front of me.
I pushed one of my chips into the pot for my ante, and picked up my
five cards. I had a pair of sixes, and a queen, a nine, and a three.
This
was better, but certainly not a winner. Kristen had dealt, so Jim had to
act first. He looked at his hand for a long time, and finally opened by
tossing a chip into the pot. Betty saw the bet, and I tossed my last
chip
into the pot. Mary, Bob and Sharon saw the bet. Now it was George's
turn. He had no chips left, and was going to have to take his
underpants off to stay in this hand. He could fold and delay it for a
few minutes. George stared at his cards for a long time, and finally
stood up and looked around. George then tried to pull his jockey
briefs down and sit down in a single movement, just as Sharon had
done earlier with her panties. The only problem is that when the briefs
came off, George's erection popped almost straight out. I heard Betty
whisper "Oh wow." I looked at Mary. She just stared at George, as he
wiggled to try to hide his erection between his legs. Based on what
Charlene had told me, I wondered if Mary had ever seen an erection
before.
Sharon finally reached back and handed George four chips, tossing
the one into the pot. Kristen then tossed one chip into the pot to
finish
the first round of betting. Everyone discarded 3 cards, so a pair was
the best that anyone must have had before the draw. I picked up my
three new cards. They were a pair of sevens and a ten, so I now had
two pair, sixes and sevens. Could that be good enough to win the
hand? It was possible, but I doubted it. Then there was the problem
that I had no chips left to bet. I would have to give up my boxers to
find out. Of course, if I folded, I would have to give up my boxers
right after the hand anyway, so it might not make that much
difference.
I looked up at Jim. He was the first to act, and he was staring at his
cards. He didn't have any chips either, so if he was thinking of betting
he was going to have to lose his briefs now too. Suddenly, Jim stood
up, whipped his briefs down and sat back down, using his legs to
cover up his erections. I think everyone but me was studying their
own cards and was caught completely be surprise when Jim did this. I
looked at Mary. She seemed confused. I think see had missed her
chance to get a peek at Jim's equipment.
Sharon looked at Jim. "I take it you want to open," she said. "How
many you want to bet?"
"Just one," said Jim. Sharon tossed one chip in the pot for Jim and
handed the other four to Jim.
Betty then folded. Now it was my turn. "Well how about it Larry? Are
you as bold as Jim?" teased Kristen.
I looked at my two pair. Jim had opened and taken three cards. That
means he must have had a pair of jacks, queens, kings or aces before
the draw. He would not be betting his underpants on one of those
hands. So he must have at least two pair. If one of those pairs was a
jack, queen, king or ace, he had my two pair beat. "I fold," I finally
said.
"Ok Larry," said Mary. "We can wait. I fold too."
Bob looked at Jim and saw the bet. Sharon folded, and so did George.
Kristen immediately saw the bet. "Ok, Jim," she said. "Let's see what
you got."
"Two pair, queens and tens," Jim said nervously, as he spread his
cards.
"Sorry, Jim, three kings," said Kristen, but the smile on Kristen's face
did not indicate she was sorry at all.
"Damn," was all the Jim said, and he began to gather up the cards for
the next hand.
I decided this was my best chance. The boxers were going to have to
come off to get chips to say in the game, and it would be best to do it
now, rather than when everyone was staring at me. I jumped up,
yanked my boxers down to my knees, and sat back down, folding my
legs over the top of my erection.
"Good job, Larry," said Mary, next to me with a big smile on her face.
I don't think I caught her completely be surprise, and she must have
gotten a little eyeful.
I finished pulling my boxers off my legs and tossed them onto the
bank pile. Sharon reached back into the bank box and pulled out five
chips. She got partially up and leaned across the circle of players to
hand me the chips. This gave me another good look at her breasts as I
reached out to accept the chips, and my erection seemed to get even
bigger pushing up on my legs.
Jim was now dealing out the cards, and everyone tossed their one chip
ante into the pot. I picked up my cards. This time I had a pair of twos,
a jack, a six and a four. In most of the hands we had played a pair of
twos would not have been the lowest, so that was good. Should I risk
folding and hope someone else would have a lower hand?
Betty passed, I passed, and Mary and Bob passed. Without taking
another look at her cards, Sharon opened with one chip. She seemed
very sure of herself. George looked at his cards again and saw the bet.
Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his
cards carefully. Obviously, he was thinking about folding. In our
situation, if you had a good enough hand to be sure you would not be
lowest, you might be better off to fold. Jim finally decided to bet and
threw in one chip. Betty quickly bet, and then it was my turn.
Here was my situation. To not be the first one out, I had to make sure
Jim or George ran out of chips before I did. If at the end of a hand, I
had even one chip left and either or both of them had none, then I
would not have to stand up and let the girls examine my private parts
for 10 minutes. I could just sit here, covering up like I was now, and
then put my clothes back on when the 10 minutes was up. At the
beginning of this hand I was one chip ahead of both Jim and George.
Both Jim and George now had two chips left, just enough for one
more hand, if they saw the bet. If I folded right now, and my pair of
twos was not the lowest hand, then I would have four chips left after
this hand. If I saw the bet I would have three chips left after this
hand,
still one ahead of Jim and George. Was a pair of twos good enough to
not be the worst hand?
On the positive side, if I did bet, there always was the chance of
getting a killer hand and winning my boxers back. Everyone was
looking at me, so I finally tossed one chip into the pot, since I would
be one chip up on Jim and George anyway. Mary and Bob quickly
saw the bet.
I took three cards, but Mary only took one card and both Bob and
Sharon took two cards. Everyone else took three cards. I picked up a
pair of queens and an eight. Now I had two pair, queens and twos.
Definitely, not the lowest hand, but could it be a winner? Possibly, but
it seem a long shot.
Sharon seemed to like whatever she got in her draw. "I'll open for
five," she said. "Any of you gentlemen with less than five chips, can
go all in, and we will divide the pot."
George immediately folded, looking kind of nervous. Kristen folded.
Jim looked at his hand, shook his head, and folded. Betty folded, and
then it was my turn.
Sharon was much too sure of herself. She had only taken two cards, so
she may have had three of a kind or a pair with an ace kicker. She was
happy with her draw too. So she might have a full house or at least
two pair, with one of them being an ace. In any event, I felt like she
had my two pair, queens and twos, beaten, so I folded.
Mary and Bob folded too. "Ok, show us what you had," said Jim.
Sharon smiled, and laid down four aces. Two or three players howled
in protest almost simultaneously. Everyone spread their cards on the
carpet and looked around to see who had the lowest hand. I wasn't
worried with two pair, but I checked out Jim and George. Jim had two
pair, queens and fours, but George only had a King high. Could that
be the low hand? Then I saw Mary only had a ten high hand. She had
only taken one card. It looked like she had been trying to draw to a
straight, and had not made it. Drawing to a straight or flush was a big
risk in this game, but Mary had lots of clothes left, so she had taken
the chance, and lost.
Mary stood up and started to pull her blouse out of her shirt to take it
off. "Actually, Mary, you have my shoes from the first hand. You
could give them back to me instead of your blouse. Unless, of course,
you would rather give me your blouse," said Sharon.
Mary looked down behind her at Sharon's shoes. "Ok, I'll give you
back your shoes," said Mary.
"Not that they will do me any good," continued Sharon to no one in
particular. "Since Betty had my bra, and I've been sitting here topless
practically the whole game." Sharon sat up straight, pushed her chest
out, wiggled her breast back and fourth a few times. "Have you
enjoyed these boys? Get a good look at them. I think we are going to
get a real good look at your equipment after this hand."
Betty began to gather up the cards for the next hand. As she shuffled
the cards I stared at Sharon's round breasts, but my mind was turning
over what the best strategy would be for this next hand. If one or both
of Jim and George went all in on this hand, then I should just fold
after the draw, and keep my one chip, thus barely escaping being the
big loser. But if both Jim and George folded before the draw, I would
have to consider doing the same. I tossed one of my three remaining
chips into the pot and picked up my cards. I had an ace, a queen, a
four, a three and a two. If I just folded, there was a good chance this
would not be the lowest hand, but could I take that chance. Since
Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I just passed.
"I'll open for one," Mary said. This was good, now George and Jim
had to decide what they were doing before I did.
Bob and Sharon quickly saw the bet. George put his cards down on
the floor and tossed his last chip into the pot. "I'm all in," he
announced.
George had not spent much time thinking about it, so either he had a
very poor hand, or it had not occurred to him that he could fold in this
case.
Kristen saw the bet, and then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his
cards carefully. He was obviously thinking about folding. Finally he
looked up. "Oh well," he said. "This is what you girls are waiting for.
I'm all in too." He tossed his last chip into the pot.
Betty saw the bet, and then it was my turn. Both Jim and George were
all in already, so even if one of them won the hand, the game would
be over this hand. The most important thing now was to make sure I
did not have the lowest hand, so I saw the bet.
Everyone took three cards. I picked up my new cards. They were a
pair of jacks and an ace. This was now my best hand of the night. I
had two pair, aces and jacks. This could be a good enough hand to
win, but then again, it might not be.
Mary, who still had a little pile of chips in front of her, studied her
cards for a long time, and finally opened the betting with one chip.
Bob and Sharon quickly folded. George was, of course all in, so
Sharon reached out and divided the pot, putting Mary's second round
opening bet in a separate pile. Kristen then folded. Jim was all in.
Betty also folded, making it my turn.
The safe thing to do was too fold. Jim or George, and probably both,
would be out of the game after this hand. If I just folded, I would have
one chip left, and I would have escaped the embarrassment of
standing up completely naked in front of these girls. On the other
hand, from the vibes I was getting from Mary, I thought I probably
had her hand beat. Before the draw, Mary must have had a high pair,
jacks, queens, kings, or aces, since she discarded three cards. If she
had gotten three of a kind, I thought she would have bet more than
one, probably five chips given the stack she still had in front of her.
If
I was right and the more I thought about it the more sure I became that
I was, I could buy back my boxers from the bank. This would allow
me to cover up for the ten-minute show off period
Then a thought occurred to me. What did George and Jim have? I did
not have any read on what they had. What if one of them beat both
Mary and I. Of course the pot had been split. If I bet my last chip and
George or Jim won the hand, the side pot would still go to either Mary
or myself depending. If I won the side pot, I would still have chips,
and I felt sure I had Mary beat. Everyone was looking at me, so I
picked up my last chip and tossed it into the side pot. "I see the bet,"
I
said.
Mary looked very surprised. "Come on Mary. It looks we with have a
three man show tonight," bubbled Kristen.
It was beginning to sink in what I had just done. Why was I so stupid
as to risk standing naked in front of four girls on my hunch that I had
Mary beat? Why couldn't I have just played it safe, and folded?
"Well, I don't know Kristen," Mary said, as she spread out her cards.
"I only have a pair of Kings. What do you have Larry?"
A pair of Kings! That was even worse than I had expected. I laid
down my cards. "Two pair, aces and jacks," I said, with a big smile on
my face. "What about Jim and George. What do you have?"
"Not much," Jim said. Apparently he could not beat me. George just
tossed down his cards and did not say anything. I looked at Jim's
hand. It was a king high. George had a queen high. Well, I should not
have wasted my time worrying about their hands. Everyone else put
down their cards, and we looked for the low hand. It was George, with
his queen high. He was already out of the game, so he could not give
me anything for winning the bet.
"Do you want to buy back your underpants, Larry," asked Mary.
"Sure, of course," I replied. Mary gathered up 7 chips and handed
them to Sharon, then got up and grabbed my boxers from the bank
pile and handed them to me. This was very nice of her, since I had a
little problem getting up to get them without showing off as much as
Jim and George were shortly going to have to do. I slipped the boxers
up over my knee, and slid them on without getting up.
Now I felt a little better. I was still sitting in my boxer shorts in a
room with four girls I barely knew, in various stages of undress. All
the tension of the last hand and relief over the game being over had
caused me to forget about Sharon's breasts, which were still on
display over in the kitchenette were Sharon had gone to look for a
timer. My erection had subsided considerably, and I was wondering if
I could standup now without something popping out of my boxers. I
decided to chance it, and got up to stretch my legs.
Kristen and Betty were moving some furniture, apparently to get some
chairs we could sit in for Jim and George's show. Except for a small
stroke of luck, it could have been the Jim, George and Larry show. I
walked over towards the kitchenette and the bathroom. I needed to go
to the bathroom, but the door was closed. Somebody was already
using it. I waited for it to be free. I looked back and saw Jim and
George still sitting on the floor looking at each other and the rest of
us, wondering what was going to happen next.
Finally, Bob came out of the bathroom, which gave me my chance.
After relieving myself I had completely lost my erection, and I felt
safe walking around in my boxers. I just had to avoid looking at
Sharon's bare breast.
"Ok, now listen up," said Sharon. "Jim and George are now going to
provide our entertainment. Come on. Don't be shy. Come and stand
here in the middle of the room, so we can get a good look at you."
Jim and George looked at each other and then slowly stood up. They
had not gotten their erections under control, and the girls started
yelling and making catcalls when Jim and George stood up.
"Come on over here where we can get a better look at you," said
Sharon. Jim and George slowly walked over towards the middle of the
room, their erections bouncing up and down with every step they
took. I looked at Mary face. She loved this. There was a big smile on
her face, and she could not take her eyes off from Jim and George.
Mary got up and walked over closer to Jim. She looked down and
examined Jim very closely. Then she went over to George for a close
look also. Betty got up and joined Mary for a close up inspection.
Then Sharon and Kristen when over to get a closer look.
"Can you guys dance?" asked Sharon. Kristen went over to turn up
the music.
The answer was Jim and George could not dance, at least not buck
naked in front of four girls. They wiggled around and looked silly.
The girls were giggling and Betty got out a dollar bill to wave at Jim.
Jim, however, was not interested in a dollar at this point. Kristen then
suggested that George should get her a soda and glass from the
refrigerator. George compiled, and came back and handed Kristen her
soda and a glass. This gave Kristen the opportunity to check out Jim's
manhood very carefully.
Mercifully the kitchen timer finally went off signaling the end of Jim
and George's ordeal. They both immediately ran to find their
underpants. I was just starting to gather up my clothes, when I noticed
that Jim and George were dressed and pulling on their shoes. They
both left without saying anything to anyone. Jim had come with Betty,
but apparently he was not going to wait for her to leave.
I pulled my pants on and looked around for Mary. She was getting
into her panty hose. I pulled on my shirt and undershirt. I spotted my
shoes, but had to look around for my socks. Mary came up behind me.
"Ready to go?" she asked.
"As soon as I find my socks...oh there they are over there," I replied.
I pulled on my socks and shoes. Then Mary and I said good bye to the
others and we started back towards the campus.
"That was a very gusty move, betting everything on that last hand,"
said Mary. "I don't think I would have had the courage to do that."
"I am still not sure why I did it," I replied. "I thought I had you
beat,
but still, I could've just played it safe. I could've just sat nude in
the
corner while Jim and George tried to dance for you girls, but I wanted
my shorts back and something inside told me I had you beat and to
just go for it".
"And go for it you did," said Mary. "Did you enjoy the game, Larry?"
"Well, I kind of wish I had more clothes on there at the end," I said.
"Well, you did get to see a lot of Sharon," Mary said, "and Kristen
was in her underwear for a long time."
"Yeah, that was ok," I said. "It's just that I expected to do better
than
what I did."
"You just didn't get very good cards tonight," Mary said. "From what
I could see, you played very well given the cards that you were
getting. Luck is a big factor in poker. Given that you only have 30
chips to lose for all your clothes, luck will be a big factor in strip
poker. The way most kids play it, luck is the only factor. We wanted
to bring some regular poker skill back into the game to make it more
interesting, but still luck is an important factor. Maybe next game you
will be more lucky."
"Next game?" I said in surprise. I hadn't recovered from this game,
and Mary was already talking about another game. "I don't know. I'm
not sure Sharon and Kristen are going to be all that excited after this
game."
"Oh, Sharon and Kristen understood the risks in playing strip poker,"
replied Mary. "When you play strip poker, somebody is going to get
stripped. No mater how skillful a player you are, it can be you.
Besides, if none of the girls had shown anything, we would probably
have to find all new guys for the next game. Sharon gave you a little
sample of what you might see next game. Chances are a girl will be
the big loser next game, and then you can get a real good look at
somebody."
"Well, you got a pretty good look at me there," I said.
Mary giggled and smiled. "I got a peek at you. I got a good look at
Jim and George."
I stared back at Mary, as we walked along, not quite able to believe
her attitude. "What about Jim and George?" I asked. "I don't think
they are going to want to play again, and if they do, they are going to
be out for revenge."
"I don't know," replied Marry. "Maybe Jim and George will chicken
out, maybe they will come back for revenge. If they chicken out, then
Kristen and Betty will have to find someone else, or maybe Kristen
and Betty will just decide to invite someone else for the next game,
even if Jim and George want to come back for their revenge."
"How about you Larry?" Mary continued. "Are you up for another
game?"
Did Mary like me, or did see just think I was a safe person to bring to
a strip poker game, or maybe just a fun person to play strip poker
against? I was just a scrawny, nerdy looking college freshman, so it
wasn't my fantastic body that made me her strip poker partner of
choice, but I couldn't tell what had.
"I guess so," I replied.
Mary smiled. "Good," she said. "I will let you know if we get another
game organized."
Continued in Chapter 3 Part 1
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