Message-ID: <20126eli$9902210512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mike CA" Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: Pure Strip Poker - Ch 3 pt 1 (strip poker) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990221004900.9033.qmail@hotmail.com> =========================================================== WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH YOU RESIDE PROHIBITS SUCH MATERIAL, THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSAARILY CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. =========================================================== Pure Strip Poker By MikeCA (mikeca42@hotmail.com) @(C) Copyright 1998-9 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. Pure Strip Poker Chapter 3 The Second Game - Part 1 Three weeks later Mary called. She must have gotten my number from Charlene, because I never gave it to her. I had thought about calling her to see if she wanted to go out to a movie or something, but I just didn't know how to ask a girl out. I always found some excuse for putting it off, and there were midterm exams to keep me occupied. "Hi Larry, this is Mary," she said. "How are you doing?" "OK, how about you?" I replied. "I am doing fine. I was calling to see if you were interested in another poker game?" As soon as I recognized her voice on the phone, I figured this was what Mary was calling about. I had thought a lot about that strip poker game in the last three weeks. I had very confused feeling about it. It had certainly been exciting. Sharon was the first naked girl I had ever seen in the flesh. I had lost count of how many times I masturbated in the last three weeks thinking about Sharon's breasts and naked body. On the other hand, I had been stripped myself during the game. Mary, and probably most of the others, had gotten a look at my erection, when I quickly whipped my boxers off, before sitting down. I had won the boxers back at the end of the game, but I had been very close to losing this game and suffering the embarrassment of standing completely naked in front of the four girls. Should I risk playing another game with theses girls? I had studied very hard how to play poker before the first game, and I thought I had played very well, but it did not seem to help. If you do not get good cards, there is very little you can do. You cannot really bluff in a game where everyone had to show all their cards at the end. Still I knew the odds should be in my favor. If the game was just pure luck, there should be a 50/50 chance of a girl being the big loser and only about a one in eight chance of me being the big loser. If I could play poker better than most of the others in the game, then my odds should be even better, but could I really play better? Mary seemed pretty good at poker, and I suspect the girls had been practicing with these rules quite a bit. Many of the girls in the game were engineering students, and they probably knew how to figure out all of odds. Was I in over my head trying to play strip poker using those rules they had made up? "Well, I really don't know. I didn't do that well last time, and I ... I just don't think I'm a lucky person." "Oh, that's silly, Larry. There is no such thing as lucky or unlucky people," Mary said. "If you play as well next time, you should do much better." "Well...." I replied. "I'm really worried about how I played last time. I thought about that last hand over and over. I could just as well ended up stripped with Jim and George." "Oh, Larry," Mary answered. "You told me you were sure you had me beat, and you were right. You are good at reading people, and that's an important skill in poker. You could have been wrong, but you weren't. Don't doubt yourself. You are good at it." "Well... I don't know," I answered. "Are you sure Sharon wants to play after the last game." "Yes," answered Mary, without any hesitation. "Sharon is very interested in another game, and so are Kristen and Betty." "But why do you want me?" I asked. "You have already seen me in my birthday suite, and besides, if I'm really a good player, why would you want me in the game. Wouldn't you rather have a poor players in the game to improve your chances?" "Larry, Larry, you don't understand," Mary replied. "We could play strip poker the way kids do, only the low hand has to take off a piece of clothes, but that is just a game of chance. Sharon, Kristen, and I, we all want a real poker game but where we bet clothes instead of money. We are looking for guys who aren't afraid to bet their clothes against us. For strip poker to be interesting there has to be a significant risk that it is me who gets stripped. We don't want guys that are so easy to beat that it's not a challenge. Yes that means we are going to lose sometimes, but without that risk, strip poker would be boring. I want you because you are a good player, who has proved he is not afraid to bet his clothes. That's why I want you." At least she had not said that she wanted me because I was safe. I still could not tell if Mary liked me or just thought I was a safe person to bring to a strip poker game. Something inside me wanted to go to this game, but something also was warning me to say no. "OK," I heard myself say. "When is this game?" Had I really just agreed to play another game? "Well, we were thinking of next Friday night. Is that ok?" Mary asked. "Sure," I answer, and we made arrangements to meet that Friday night. After I hung up the phone, I felt confused. The sensible sides of me kept saying this was crazy, but something made me go ahead anyway. Friday night I once again found myself sitting on the floor of the converted master bedroom that was now Sharon and Kristen apartment. Sharon, who was sitting just to my left this time, dealt the first hand. Much to my surprise, George had come back to play again. I wondered what he would do this time if one of the girls lost. Kristen apparently thought George would act reasonably. Jim had not come back for this second game. Either he was too embarrassed after the first game to play again, or Betty had decided not to invite him. Betty had brought Joe, an average looking engineer type, who seemed very eager to get started. The other new players were Cathy and Bill. Cathy was a short girl with shoulder length light brown hair. Bill was also short, but well built. I picked up my cards and looked at them, and then looked at them again. I had three aces, a jack and a queen. I couldn't believe my good luck. I looked at everyone else. Since Sharon had dealt, Bob was the first to act, and he passed. So did Kristen and George, but Cathy opened. Everyone else saw the bet. I discarded 2 cards. Most people took three cards, but Bill and Joe took two cards, and Bob took one. I looked at my two cards, a four and a nine, no help. I looked around, trying to think who could have a hand that would beat three aces. Cathy had opened, so she was the first to act and she confidently bet one. Bill folded, but Betty studied Cathy's face, then tossed one chip into the pot to see the bet. Joe looked at Betty, then picked up the three chips in front of him and dropped them into the pot as a raise. Mary folded and now it was my turn to act. I looked at Joe. He had taken two cards, so he might have had three of something before the draw. Cathy and Betty had taken three cards, so a pair was the best they had before the draw. I had never played poker with Cathy or Joe, but I was sure Betty would have raised if she had a hand that could beat me. Bob worried me. He had passed rather than opened, but took only one card. He must have been trying to fill a straight or a flush. If he had made it, he would have me beat. I took off my shoes and tossed them behind Sharon. "I'll see the three, and I raise five," I announced. I pushed the three chips in front of me into the pot, and Sharon put in five more from the bank. Sharon folded and so did Bob. I was relieved. Bob did not have a straight or flush. Kristen and George quickly folded. Now Cathy was staring directly at me. She reached down and removed her shoes and handed them to Sharon also. "I see the bet," she said. Betty looked at Cathy, then at me. "Too rich for me," she said. Joe had been studying both Cathy and me, and he hesitated, but reluctantly removed his shoes. "I'll see the bet too," he said. "Ok Larry. What have you got there?" "Three aces," I said, as I turned over my cards. This was met with a groan from Joe and Cathy. As everyone laid down their hand, I saw that Joe had three three's and Cathy had two pair, kings and eight's. We looked around for the low hand and it turned out to be Bob, who only had an Ace high. Bob had four diamonds, so I suspect he had tried to draw to a flush, and failed. He must have figured with an ace high he would not have the lowest hand, if he missed the flush. I gathered in all the chips in the pot and tried to stack them in front of me. Bob handed me his shoes, then gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them for the next hand. Mary leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Looks like your luck has improved, Larry." Bob began to deal out the cards and everyone tossed in their ante. Cathy and Joe were both out of chips. Joe took off his socks and threw them behind Sharon. Cathy was wearing panty hose. She had to stand up and pull up her white dress to remove them, but Cathy was on the opposite side of the circle, so I did not get any peek at her underpants. I picked up my cards and found an ace, king, eight, seven and four. Well, I couldn't expect great cards every hand. Kristen was the first to act, and she opened. Everyone else quickly saw the bet. I drew three cards, and got a pair of eight's. That should be good enough to keep me from having the lowest hand. Most others took three, except for Bob and Joe, who each took one, and George who took two. The real surprise was Mary, who did not take any. What did she have? A full house, a straight or flush seemed most likely, unless she had something like two pair with a ace kicker, but I thought Mary would have discarded the ace, so I discounted that. Kristen had opened, so she was the first to act. She was studying her cards carefully and pushed one chip forward. "I'll open for one," she said. Everyone folded around to Joe. He had taken only one card, so he probably had two pair before the draw, and he was studying his cards carefully. "I'll see the bet," he finally said. Mary immediately removed her shoes and handed them to Sharon. "I'm raising you five," she said, pushing the last chip in front of her towards the pot. Sharon added the five for Mary's shoes. I folded without another look at my cards and so did Sharon. Bob thought about it for a second, but folded also. Now Kristen had to decide what to do. She had opened, but taken three cards, so she must have had at least a pair of jacks before the draw. Finally, she took off her shoes and handed them to Sharon. What did she have that she was betting against Mary's probable full house, flush or straight? Joe looked at Kristen and then at Mary. He had already lost shoes and socks, so he would have to sell his shirt to see the bet. Joe shook his head. "I fold," he said. "OK, Mary, what have you got?" Kristen spoke up. "A straight," replied Mary, as she laid down her cards. Kristen moaned as see dropped her cards on the floor. She had two pair, aces and queens. What had she been thinking when she bet? It was a good hand, but when Mary drew no cards, it should have been clear to Kristen that her hand was beaten. Had Kristen not been paying attention when Mary didn't discard any cards, or did she not understand enough about poker to realize she was beaten? Maybe all those hours reading poker books and practicing playing games were worth something after all. While I was trying to figure out Kristen's logic, everyone else was looking for the lowest hand. "I think you have the lowest hand Bill," Sharon said. I looked down at Bill's hand. It was a king high. Bill took off his shoes and handed them to Mary. Kristen began to gather up the cards for the next hand. I looked around and the chip stacks of the players. Many players had only one chip left. Kristen and Betty had no chips left, so some more clothes would have to come off this hand. Mary and I, of course, had big stacks of chips by virtue of winning the first two hands. As Kristen started to deal out the cards, Betty took off her shoes and handed them to Sharon, who gave her back five chips. Everyone put one chip into the pot for an ante. When Kristen had finished dealing, she stood up reached under her skirt and pulled off her panty hose, dropping them in the pile behind Sharon. Sharon put one chip in the ante and gave the other four to Kristen. I picked up my cards and looked at three fours. A very good hand, but would it hold up. Kristen had dealt, so the first to act was George. Everyone passed around to me, so I opened for one. Everyone saw my opening bet, but Sharon and George had to sell their shoes, and Bob and Bill had to sell their socks to get chips. I drew two cards, but they were no additional help. I still had three fours. Sharon took one card, and everyone else took three cards. Since I had opened the first round, I had to act first this round. From the draws, Sharon had two pair before the draw, and everyone else had at best a pair. Three fours might hold up as the best hand, but I wasn't sure. On the other hand I had a big stack of chips in front of me. If I opened for five, that would force people to remove a piece of clothes to find out if they had me beat. "I open for five," I said, trying to sound very confident. Sharon turned and looked at me, shook her head and folded. Bob looked at me carefully, then took off his shirt and tossed it in the pile behind Sharon. "I'll see your bet," he said. Kristen looked at Bob and me. She was clearly thinking about betting. She only had four chips in front of her, so she would have to sell her gray sweater to the bank, if she wanted to bet. She frowned. "I fold," she said. George and Cathy both folded, but Bill removed his shirt. "I will see the bet," Bill announced. Betty was studying me carefully, then looked at Bob and Bill. She was wearing baggy black pants and she rolled up her pants to remove her shear socks and handed them to Sharon. "I'll see the bet, also," she said. That left Mary, who folded. "OK, Larry, what have you got there this time," Betty asked. "Three fours," I said. "Not good enough," Betty said excitedly. "Three tens." Bob and Bill both dropped their cards on the floor. I could see they both had two pair. I looked around to try to see who had the lowest hand. "I'm afraid you have the lowest hand Cathy," Kristen said. "What," Cathy said. "I have a pair of five's. Somebody must be lower than that." "No, a pair of five's is the lowest hand," said Kristen. Cathy looked around at all the other hands on the floor until she was convinced it was true. She shrugged her shoulders and stood up. She removed her bright red belt, then unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it, revealing a white lacy bra and a half-slip. Cathy's dress had been lose fitting around the chest, but as she handed it to Betty I could clearly see that she had nice size breasts. Not huge breast, but bigger than Sharon's, which were, of course, the only breasts I had ever seen in the flesh. Cathy sat back down, and looked around the circle at all the guys staring at her bra. "Well I hope you are all enjoying the view," she said with a smile. "Come on, whose deal is it anyway." It was George's deal. He started to gather up the cards and shuffle them. Joe was all out of chips, and he removed his shirt and tossed it behind Sharon to get enough chips to ante. Everyone pushed his or her ante into the pot. I noticed that Cathy had anted her last chip, so her slip was going to have to come off very shortly to stay in the game. I picked up my cards, and looked at a pair of nines, an ace, a two and a three. Not a great hand. Since George had dealt, Cathy was the first to act, and she passed. Everyone else passed to me also. I passed, and I was wondering if no one had an opening hand, but Kristen opened for one. George immediately saw the bet, and then it was Cathy's turn. She was out of chips. She could of course fold, but that would up the chances of having the lowest hand. She was clearly thinking about it, but she finally stood up and slid the elastic bands of her white half- slip down over her hips, revealing a low cut lacy white panty that was solid in front but semi transparent on the sides. Cathy let the slip drop to the floor and then quickly sat back down, and forced a smile, as Sharon handed her five chips. Everyone else quickly saw the bet. I wondered if I should keep the ace, and only take two cards, but discarded the ace and took three. Everyone else took three, except for Bob and Kristen, who took two. I picked up my three cards and saw a third nine, plus and an ace and a jack. Now this was better, but what about Kristen. She had opened and only taken two cards. Did she have three of something? What about Bob? He had passed, rather than open and then taken only two cards. He must have had a low pair and kept an ace kicker, so he probably did not have me beaten. Kristen was the first to act, and much to my surprise she passed. If she had three of anything, she would not have passed, so she must have had a high pair, plus an ace kicker and did not improve the hand in the draw. I was feeling surer I had the best hand. Everyone passed to me. With the big stack of chips in front of me, I decided to open for five. Sharon, sitting next to me, was studying me carefully. She stood up. "I'm going to see your five, and raise you five," she announced. Sharon was wearing the same black dress as at the first game. So far she had lost only her shoes, but to get ten chips, she would have to sell her panty hose and dress. She unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing the same lacy black bra and half-slip I had seen at the last game. Then she reached up under her slip and removed her panty hose, and sat back down, with a big smile on her face. What kind of hand did Sharon have? I had not been worrying about her. She did not open, and she took three cards, but she must have something now. My experience playing against Sharon in the first game told me she probably had me beat. She might have seen the bet with two pair or a lower three of a kind, but she would not be raising with her dress if she did not have a very good hand. Everyone else folded around to me. I looked at the big stack of chips I still had in front of me. I was pretty sure that Sharon had me beat, but I had a lot more chips in front of me, so I could raise back another five, and force her to take off her slip to see my bet. Would she then raise back with her bra? If she did, I could raise back and she would have to bet her panties. "I see your five and raise you five," I heard myself saying. All eyes turned to Sharon sitting next to me. Her blue eyes were staring back at me. Sharon slowly stood up and wiggled out of her black half-slip. She tossed it in the bank pile and sat down. "I'll see your bet," she said, and then spread her cards on the floor. "I've got three kings, what have you got Larry?" I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I spread out my cards. "Three nines," I said. Sharon reached out and began gathering in the pot. I looked down at my stack of chips. I still had fifteen or twenty chips, so I was not in any immediate trouble, but still, Sharon had suckered me into losing more than I should have lost by taking off her dress. I was mad at myself for being taken in by that move. I guess I was lucky that Sharon did not have the guts to raise with her bra at the end, or I would have even fewer chips left. People were now looking around to see who had the low hand. It turned out to be Bill, who only had a queen high hand. Bill stood up and removed his pants and handed them to Sharon, leaving Bill sitting there in his underpants and undershirt. It was now Cathy's deal, and she slowly gathered up the cards, shuffled them, and began to deal the next hand. Everyone put his or her ante into the pot. I picked up my cards and looked at a big nothing, an ace, eight, seven, three and a two. The betting started with Bill, who passed. Betty also passed, but Joe opened. Everyone else saw the bet, around to Kristen. Kristen was out of chips, so she pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing a white lacy bra. Kristen handed her sweater to Sharon and took the five chips, tossing one into the pot. The remaining players all saw the bet. I took three cards, and so did everyone else, except for Mary and Joe, who took only two. I looked at my three cards, but they were not any real help. I now had an ace, queen, eight, six and a three. Joe, who had opened, passed on this betting round, but Mary pushed five chips from her stack into the pot. "I open for five," she said confidentially. I folded, of course, and so did Sharon and Bob. Kristen was studying her cards, and then looked up at Mary. Kristen stood up, unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, and handed it to Sharon. Kristen was wearing solid pink satin panties. Then to everyone amazement, Kristen reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts fall free. I heard a gasp from Joe. Kristen's breasts were larger than Sharon's, and now that they were liberated from her bra, they dropped and bounced as Kristen sat back down. "I raise you five," she said. Kristen sat up straighter, and pushed her breasts out, seeming to want to make sure we all got a good look. Everyone folded around to Mary, who was staring at Kristen's eyes, rather than her breasts. Mary coolly reached down to her stack of chips and counted out ten of them. "I'll see your five and raise another five," she announced. Everyone turned to Kristen. She stood up and slowly slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She then stood up holding the panties out by her thumb and first finger for a few seconds, giving all of us a clear view of her naked form. Then she sat back down, and tossed her panties into the bank pile behind Sharon. "I'll see your bet," she said. I couldn't believe this. Kristen was acting very different than how I remembered her from the last game. Mary spread her cards on the floor. "I've got three sixes," she said. "Not good enough," Kristen smiled. "Three tens." Kristen scooped up the chips in the pot and piled them in front of her. She counted out fourteen chips and handed them to Sharon. "Sorry guys, I have to buy my underwear back." Continued in Chapter 3 Part 2 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----