I picked Mary up at her dorm the next night and we walked over to
the theater, where we were conjecture to foregather the others.

'' I talked to Sharon today, '' Mary said as we walked along. `` She is
fine. You do n't call for to worry about her. She is already figuring out
what to do for the next plot, assuming, of course, that you do n't
chicken out. Sharon really has some occupy ideas for the next
game. ``

'' I do n't have it away if I like the sound of that, '' I said. `` You know the old
Formosan curse : ` May you live in interesting time'. Maybe I should
just quit while I 'm ahead. ``

'' Oh ... So your going to wimp out on us and deny the madam a chance to
get even. ``

'' Well, as I recall, it was a couple of Guy who lost it all in the initiative
biz, '' I said. `` So I would say that things are already pretty much
even. ``

'' Well, we have to think things over for little spell, but I think you 'll
like Sharon 's ideas when you hear them, '' Mary replied.

I decided to change the field of study. `` How did you do your midterm examination ? '' I
asked.

'' I did ok, '' Mary replied. `` I guess I should n't complain, but I really
expected as intemperately as I studied, I would ace most of them. I 'm really
wondering if I 'm cut out to be an applied scientist. What about you ? How did
you do ? ``

'' I did ok in everything, except German language, '' I replied. Actually, I got an
A on all my midterm examination, except in High German, but after what Mary had
said, I did n't want to swash about it. `` I barely got a C in German. I 'm
going to accept to crop really surd on German just to pass. ``

When we got to the theater, there already were two girls out front
Mary recognized, but I did n't. Mary introduced me to Vicky and
Kathy, or Kat for short. This was Kathy with a K, not be confused
with Cathy with a C, who I had seen a lot of during the strip fire hook
game the Nox before. Vicky and Kat were also engineering scholar,
like Mary, but they were sophomores and lived together in the
University Terraces apartments.

While we chatted, Betty arrived with Joe from last night 's game.
Well, at least I was not going to be the only guy with this mathematical group of
female engineering science educatee. However, Betty had been at the first cartoon strip
poker game, and had seen me without my shorts. That somehow made
me feel uncomfortable. Madonna had, of grade, seen me too, and, in fact,
Blessed Virgin probably got a better look than Betty did, but somehow that
did n't bother me the way Betty presence did.

I leaned over and whispered into Mary 's ear. `` How many more people
who 've seen me naked are you expecting tonight ? '' I asked.

Mary giggled. `` None, that I know of. ''

Then Mary pulled my ear down and whispered to me. `` Do n't concern,
Betty will be very chill about it. She 's not going to blab about it here. ``

Next a guy arrived by himself. seafarer was another technology pupil.
All the miss seemed to sleep together him, but after we got into the movie, he
sat next to Kat.

Finally three more little girl and one guy arrived in a group. The girls were
Pam, Connie and Leslie, and the guy was Phil. Phil looked familiar
but I could n't place him. It turned out he lived in my student residence, which is
where I must take seen him. Phil, Pam and Leslie were all
engineering science pupil, but Connie, refreshingly, was a music major.
Phil and Leslie had obviously come together, but I never did figure
out what connection, if any, Pam or Connie had with Leslie or Phil.

These were apparently the last hoi polloi we were expecting, because
after they arrived, we all went into the theater.

The movie was one of those wild-eyed comedies where the star-crossed
lover miss connecting over and over, until the final conniption, when they
finally find true up love in each other 's arms. There was no material suspense
in this. From the very first tantrum in the movie, it was obvious that in
the last prospect the actor and actress who had their names above the deed
would be in each other 's blazon as the credits rolled. The only enquiry
is what amusing adventures would they cause along the way.
Definitely not a guy movie, but the girls all seem to like it, and they
were apparently the ones who picked this movie in the first spot.

The movie was out just before 9. Kat suggested that we all come over
to her and Vicky 's apartment, as she put it `` To find out some TV or
whatever. '' It was still early, and we all agreed, except for Phil and
Leslie, who said they had something better to do. I could estimate what
that something wagerer was. The eternal sleep of us walked the two blockage to
University bench.

U Terraces, as it was usually known, is a fairly new, apartment
construction, but it reminded me of a dorm. The way the antechamber and
hallways are decorated just fall upon me as having that institutionally
bland timber which is the hallmark of dorm decor. The apartment
themselves are small and furnished with what I swear is the Sami
furniture my dentist has in his waiting way. In nastiness of this, Kat and
Vicky had done a in force job of decorating, and their flat looked
like genuine people lived in it. There was one room, which served as the
living elbow room, dinning room and kitchenette, and then there were two
very belittled bedrooms.

With all nine of us in the keep room/kitchenette the apartment felt
crowded. Jack turned on the TV and then began the male person past time of
groove surfriding, but Vicky and Kat did not consume cable, so you could
only get 4 line. There was n't anything he or anyone else was
interested in listening to, so he turned it off.

It looked like we were going to birth to do some `` whatever ''.

'' Where is Stan tonight ? '' Mary asked Vicky.

'' Stan, huh, '' Vicky replied. `` He was only interested in one thing, and I
said no. He 's probably out looking for some new conquest tonight. ``

'' That 's to bad, '' The Virgin replied. `` He seemed like a Nice enough guy. ``

'' That 's because you have never been out with him, '' answered Vicky.
'' Stan can not keep his hands off of a little girl, and the lone thing he wants
to do is go back to his apartment and play striptease fire hook. ``

'' Sounds like a skillful idea to me, '' injected Jack.

'' Oh do n't be silly, Jack, '' snapped Vicky. `` Vicky 's dating principle
telephone number 23 says never play strip poker with your date, unless you plan
on sleeping with him, and there is no way I 'm sleeping with Stan. ``

'' I think you just would n't play strip poker period, '' answered Jack.

'' That 's not true, '' said Vicky defensively. `` I know how to work fire hook
and with the right masses I would play strip poker, provided that 's all
it was. No sex, no saturnalia afterwards, just funnies stove poker where the nonstarter
takes off his apparel. ``

'' His dress ? '' responded diddlyshit. `` I think that should be her wearing apparel. ``

Vicky smiled, and turned to Kat. `` Kat, you should take squat to one of
Sharon 's landing strip poker plot and get this strip poker game matter out of his
system. After he loses his bloomers in front of a bunch of girls, he
would n't act like this all the time. ``

'' What strip poker plot at Sharon 's ? '' asked Jack. `` How come
nobody invited me ? ``

'' I never mentioned it because I have n't a clue how to wager fire hook, ''
said Kat. `` In a strip salamander game, I might as well just study my clothes
off at the start, cause that 's what would fall out anyway, if I tried to
gambol. ``

'' Sounds serious to me, '' replied Jack. `` I 'll go line up the cards. ``

'' In your ambition, diddly-squat, '' snapped Kat. `` In your dream. ``

'' Well, if you 're too shy for strip show fire hook, I 'm not, '' said diddlysquat. `` So when
is this strip poker game at Sharon 's ? Maybe I 'll go by myself. ``

'' You ca n't, '' said Betty. `` Only couples are allowed to play. ``

'' Ok, how about you, Vicky ? '' asked jackfruit. `` You said you knew how to
play poker, and that you were not afraid to play discase poker. We can
go together. ``

'' wellspring, er ... if its ok with Kat, '' said Vicky, hesitantly, looking at Kat.

The feel on Vicky 's face said she was really asking Kat to get her out
this mussiness she had just talked herself into. Kat, however, seemed to be
enjoying watching Vicky squirm.

'' It 's ok with me, '' Kat said, with a smiling. `` Provided, of path, '' she
added. `` That I get to watch jak suffer his pant. ``

'' Then we are all set, '' said tar. `` When is this big biz at Sharon 's. ``

'' Not so fast, hot shooter, '' said Betty. `` viewer are n't allowed at strip
poker games, so Kat ca n't tag along to watch over you drop your draw. ''

'' Well, if I ca n't look on, then ... I guess you 're out of luck, Jack, '' said
Kat with a shrug and a smile.

Jack stared at Kat for respective seconds, then turned to the rest of us.
'' So, are all the sleep of you going to this big biz. ``

I looked at Mary wondering what we were supposed to say. Finally,
Pam broke the secretiveness. `` Actually, I think the big secret plan was live night. ``

'' You mean I missed it ? '' seafarer asked. `` What happened ? Who lost ? ``

'' Do n't see at me, '' replied Pam. `` I was n't there. Madonna and Betty here
are the poker game sharks. ``

diddly-shit turned to Mary with a surprised facial expression. `` You played in a landing strip
poker game ? ``

'' Do n't search so surprised, Jack, '' replied Virgin Mary. `` I won too. ``

'' Is this avowedly, Larry ? '' asked Jack.

'' Yeah, it true, '' I said. `` Blessed Virgin and Betty both have never even lost
their blouse. ``

'' Who were the also-ran ? '' asked Jack.

'' Well, I 'm not for certain it 's a expert mind to say too much about who the
losers were, '' said Betty.

'' The way we play, the plot ends when the maiden person ` loses'all
their clothes, '' said Mary, `` although, in the showtime plot two actor lost
all their apparel on the Sami hired hand. ``

'' offset secret plan ? '' said jackass with surprise. `` How many of these games
have I missed. ``

'' Just two, '' said Mary.

'' So when is the future secret plan, '' asked Jack.

Betty and Mary looked at each other. `` I do n't cognise, '' The Virgin said.

'' striptease poker does start to get a little boring after you have seen all the
players naked, '' Betty said.

The Virgin laughed. `` I talked to Sharon this dayspring. She has some
interesting ideas, so there is a salutary luck there will be more games. ``

'' Alright, Kat, we have to obtain a way to go the next game, '' said Jack.

'' I already told you there 's no way I can take on in that game, '' replied
Kat.

'' Maybe we can get them to interchange the rule, or something, '' said
Jack.

Pam had been sitting quietly at the English, while labourer interrogated us,
but suddenly she spoke up. `` You know in conclusion summer when I was back
home, I went to a natal day party for a guy I had known in high schoolhouse.
The guy rope at the party claimed they wanted to employ a stripper for the
party, but they could n't give one, so they went around asking all the
girls at the company to offer to be the sprigger. We all refused, of
course. Then they dared some of the girls to play a secret plan, with the
failure being the stripper. I refused to do that too, but one or two female child
had problems saying no to dares, and the guys finally convinced them
to go along, if all the former girls would agree. I did n't like this at all,
but I finally went along because I did n't require to be the merely one. ``

Pam had seemed like a quiet girlfriend, but she was clearly excited as she
continued. `` fountainhead ... for the game all the girlfriend just took turns drawing
cards, and whoever got some bill, the ace of spades I think, had to be
the ecdysiast. It was a silly game, but boy was it a rush. I was never so
terrified and well ... excited. I was terrified every time I had to draw a
card, and ... well ... I actually was hoping somebody else would get the
wag, so I did n't give birth to take another one. When some early girl
finally got the card, I was really relieved, and I boy am I glad I did n't
lose. Those guys did not treat the loser very well. ``

'' What happened to the loser ? '' asked Vicky.

'' Well, she tried to be a in effect sport about it, but she really did n't want
to take her bra off. The guy cable practically ripped her bra off. After that,
her boyfriend finally put a occlusion to the whole think. ``

'' What would you have done if you had lost ? '' asked Connie.

'' fountainhead ... I 've thought a lot about that. I 'm not really sure, but I guess I
would possess done it. I would have tried to avoid taking my bra off too,
but I did n't have a swain there to save me, so I probably would
have taken it off. ``

'' Well there, Kat, '' said Jack. `` You can play Pam 's secret plan. I 'll get a
deck of poster for you girls. ``

'' No way Jack, '' said Kat. `` It 's not your birthday. ``

'' Ooooh, '' said Jack. `` So you will play on my natal day. ``

'' I never said that, '' said Kat. `` Besides, none of these former girls would
go along with it, even on your natal day. ``

'' Oh I do n't have a go at it about that, '' said Jack. `` The Virgin and Betty here are the
airstrip poker champions. Vicky just told me she would play strip poker game.
I bet Pam would like to fiddle this biz again. What about you
Connie ? ``

Connie giggled. `` Well, I admit I have played strip fire hook before. ``

'' Well ... '' said Jack, after a pause. `` seminal fluid on Connie, what happened ? ``

Connie giggled again, then continued. `` death leaping I went out with
Steve from the orchestra, and he acted just like Stan. All he wanted to
do was go back to his room and play striptease poker. Well, I know how to
play salamander too, so I finally agreed, just to get a fortune to show him
up. Well, to make a long level short, I won. Steve was naked, and I
had only lost my blouse. ``

'' What happened after that ? '' asked Vicky. `` Did you just go out ? ``

Connie giggled, and blushed a short bit. `` No, I did n't get out right then.
Steve suggested we should keep playing for favors. ``

'' And you agreed ? '' asked a wide-eyed Vicky.

'' Well ... '' replied Connie. `` I still had three art object of clothes to misplace
before I would drop off a party favour, so ... yeah, I agreed. ``

'' What happened ? '' asked Pam.

'' Well ... '' Connie said, obviously a footling embarrassed, `` I hope you
do n't believe I am bad, or anything, but ... well ... I lost my pants, and
then I won a favor, and ... I ... ah ... ''

Everyone was now staring at Connie, and she was obviously shy
about narrate this part of the history. Vicky pressed her. `` What variety of a
` favor'did you ask for ? ``

Connie swallowed. `` I asked him to do himself, ... you know ... ''

'' You mean jacklight off ? '' injected Jack. Connie nodded yes.

'' Did he do it ? '' asked an even more dewy-eyed Vicky.

'' Yeah, he did it, '' said Connie with a devilish smile. `` Then I got my
clothes on and I got out of there fast. ``

'' Were n't you taking a big chance ? '' asked Pam. `` What would you
have done if you lost ? ``

Connie hesitated. `` well, ... if I lost, ... I 'd probably ended up giving
him a ... you know ... '' After several seconds of silence, she finally
added. `` ... a blowjob. ``

This report had produced a big hump in my blue jean, and I had to adjust
my attitude slightly to salve the pressure of my erection on my
jeans. After a few seconds of silence Vicky spoke. `` Boy, Connie, you
like to last dangerously. I would never do that. ``

I found this whole conversation hard to think. Were there really
guys like Stan and Steve who 's idea of a date was to ask a missy back to
their elbow room for flight strip salamander that ended in sexual `` favors ? '' Did this
technique really work ? Was it this easy to get laid ? What share
of girlfriend would actually come back to your room and period of play striptease poker game
with you ? Vicky had refused Stan, but Connie had said yes to Steve.
Would Virgin Mary come back to my room for a common soldier strip poker game ?

I turned and noticed that Mary and Kat were whispering to each other.
Mary motioned Betty over and the three of them moved into one of
the minor chamber. What were they up to ?

'' I agree with Vicky, '' said Pam. `` I would only go back to a guys room
for comic strip stove poker, if I wanted to sleep with him. ``

'' Let me get this straight, '' said Jack. `` If I ask a girl back to my room
for funnies poker, and she agrees, then that means she wants to kip
with me ? ``

Vicky, Pam and Connie all giggled. `` I would n't depend on it, '' Connie
said. `` They might just want to beat you out of your trouser. ``

'' I have never ask a girl to my room for landing strip poker, '' said Joe. `` How
many guys try this. ``

'' I certainly never have, '' said laborer. `` What about you Larry ? ``

'' No, never, '' I said.

'' I do n't think there are that many guys like Stan and Steve, but they
have to ask a lot of lady friend, '' said Connie. `` Even if a miss says yes, they
are only going to run one or two biz with her. Then they get bored
with her, and are out looking for a new opponent. Steve has hit on
almost every miss I know in the music department. ``

`` I do n't know about Stan, but I suspect your aright Connie, '' said
Vicky. `` Any guy who asks you to play strip poker is not looking for a
long full term family relationship. You guys should n't feel you 've missed out on
anything. I think you Guy are all nice, even you seaman. ''

If this was a random sampling of female child, strip poker was looking like a
low probability of succeeder approach, unless the girl really wanted to
sleep with you. If every girl always said no, you would think guys like
Stan and Steve would break off asking quickly. The fact that there were
guys like this means that some girl must say yes. I wonder if all these
girls were really telling the truth about saying no ?

'' wellspring, I 'm going to have to look Stan up and ask him about this landing strip
poker thing, '' said Jack. Then manual laborer turned to Connie. `` Do I know this
Steve ? '' he asked.

'' I do n't call back so, '' Connie laughed. `` He plays the trombone. I could
introduce you, but he never spoke to me after that night. I doubt he
wants to talk about it. ``

'' Well, I 'm the summit of discretion, '' said Jack. `` If you just luff him
out to me, I would never even cite your name, much lupus erythematosus mention
what you did. ``

Another thought occurred to me. I was a virgin. Charlene had told
Marc, my roomie, that Mary was a virgin too, but how many of
these other people here tonight were virgin ? It seemed likely that
Jack and Kat were sleeping together. Vicky and Pam had both added
the ` unless I wanted to catch some Z's with him'clause to their no strip poker
declarations, so I would guess they had late experience. Connie
sure did n't sound inexperienced. All this talking about strip secret plan did n't
seem like something that you would do in battlefront of virgins, unless you
were trying to make them or something. They probably all assumed
that since I had gone to two strip poker games with Mary, we must
have slept together. This, of course, begged the obvious interrogation,
which I avoided trying to recall about.

Mary, Betty and Kat had now reappeared out of the bedroom.

'' So what cabal have you fille cooked up tonight ? '' asked Jack.

'' No cabal, '' said Mary. `` It 's just that you 're such a nice guy,
Jack, that we wanted to help you get over this peel stove poker thing. ``

'' I do n't want to get over it, '' said a smiling jackass. `` I want to get into
it. ``

'' Well, we think we have figured out a way, if everyone agrees, to
have a strip poker game here tonight. ``

Another strip poker game ? This was not at all what I had in mind for
this evening !

'' We 'll see how lots you like airstrip poker after you 've lost your
gasp, '' added Kat.

'' Well, this is a pretty goon bunch, '' said seafarer. `` The Virgin, Betty, and
Connie are all undefeated at this game, but I think I can flap you lady friend
out of your panty. ``

'' Well, let me excuse the rules we propose. First, absolutely no sex,
and no touching either. Since a routine of the great unwashed do n't know how to
frolic poker game, and we have more girls then guy wire, we though we would
period of play as squad. There are nine of us, so we could mould three teams of
three players each. Each team could have got 2 girls and 1 guy. Each team
would also throw a duad of hoi polloi who understood poker and one
who did n't. The game would end when one of the team had lost all
their clothes. There would be a ten mo penalty period in which we
all get to ogle to the also-ran ... ah ... rude dish, then we put our
clothes back on and go home. ``

I looked around the elbow room. Vicky 's eyes seem to be looking daggers at
Kat. Vicky had expected Kat to get her out of her self-praise of being
willing to play denudate poker game. Now it was going to be very punishing for
Vicky to get out of this game. Pam did not look very excited either.
Connie had a little smile on her face, like she really liked the idea. Joe
seemed to like the idea, and tar, of course, loved it.

'' So, who is on which team ? '' asked Jack.

'' Hold on just a minute here, '' said Blessed Virgin. `` first-class honours degree let 's find out if
everyone wants to play. doe everyone fit in to run. ``

I looked over at Vicky. She still looked rather upset, but she was no
longer just staring at Kat. She was now looking around the room at the
repose of us. No one raised any objections, so after a few seconds, Virgin Mary
continued. `` Ok, respectable. Then lets put Kat and manual laborer on one team, and ... ''

'' Wait a minute, '' said Kat, cutting off Mary in mid-sentence. `` I want
to be able to enjoy it when diddlysquat loses his knickers. I want to be on a
different team. ``

'' I want to bask Jack losing his pant too, '' said Vicky.

After a few more minutes of negotiations, we decided not to put any
couples on the like team. Madonna, Pam and Jack ended up on one team.
Vicky, Connie and Joe on another, and I was on a squad with Kat and
Betty.

While this was going on, Mary came over to sing to me. `` You do n't
flavor to beatify with this idea, '' she whispered to me. `` This is every
guy fantasy, playing strip poker with all these girls. come in on Larry,
even if your team loses you are still going to get to see two raw
young lady. ``

This was straight, but I had seen quite a few nude miss last night.

'' Well, I form of had a different idea of this evening, '' I whispered back
to Mary.

'' Yeah, I bet, '' Mary said. `` well, maybe we can have some fourth dimension
together after this is over. Who knows ? You might get to see me
naked tonight. ``

Then Virgin Mary turned to the whole group. `` Now we need to make up one's mind
exactly how we are going to play this. In the rules we have been
using, it was five chips to each piece of wearing apparel, but we would be here
all night if we played by those rules with only three hands. ``

There followed a discussion of how to actually play. It was quickly
agreed that only one person from each squad would play each hand.
The other members of the team could not assist the players with
deciding to bet or shut down, but not all phallus of the team had to take a
reverse playing hand. Kat and Pam both said they did not want to meet
any manus.

The Virgin proposed that we not use chips, but actually bet pieces of
apparel. Since there were three multitude on a team, each team had 18
pieces all together, so we agreed with that.

Jack did not like everyone having to show their paw and the team
with the low hand giving one piece to the team with the high hired hand.
jack complained this made it hard to bluff. Mary explained this
formula was so people would n't just fold all the time. jak suggested we
have a must bet rule in the outset round instead. If any team had an
opening hand then, the other teams had to see the one spell bet in the
first unit of ammunition. Everyone agreed to that.

Betty thought with these linguistic rule the game might postulate way to long with
only three hands. If none of us played stupidly, we could trade clothes
around for hour with these rules. She proposed that each team would
ante one firearm of clothes every manus, which would go out of the biz,
and not be part of the pot. This would mean that as the hands went by
there would be fewer and fewer pieces of apparel, so no mater how
even the game was, eventually person would get stripped. Everyone
agreed to this, but Kat was worried that once a piece of apparel was
anted away, you could never get it back, and this did not look bonny.

'' What happens if I ante my bra ? '' asked Kat. `` If we win can I get it
back. ``

'' You 're not wearing a bra, '' said Jack.

This certainly looked to be confessedly. Kat was kind of apartment chested, and I
thought I could see the scheme of her rear nipple in her tee shirt.

'' Shut up, Jack, '' replied Kat. `` I 'm going to put one on in a minute. ``

There followed a foresightful discussion of squad trading wearing apparel with each
other and with the ante mickle. Finally it was decided to keep things as
simple as potential, there would be no trading of clothes between
team, but you could trade one bit of your own dress for another
piece in the ante mound. This means, if Kat had anted her bra, and won
her brake shoe back, she could trade her horseshoe for her bra in the ante pile.

Kat was not the solitary person who was not wearing six bit of
clothes. I did not deliver an undershirt, and neither did Jack or Joe. Kat
went into her bedroom and closed the door to get a bra. I put on my
jacket to act as a shirt, then making my tee shirt my vest.
Finally, Kat came back out, now obviously with a bra under here tee
shirt, and everybody was ready.



The Team secret plan

'' If we are going to be playing reave poker, I think I unspoilt turn up the
warmth, '' Vicky said. As Vicky went off to make water the adjustment to the
thermostats, I wondered if she knew that she had just said something
that could take in a duplicate meaning, or was that just my imagination.

'' Let 's discuss strategy here, Larry, '' said Betty, interrupting my
daydream. `` Have you ever played in a minuscule fire hook game like this ? ``

'' Well ... not exactly, '' I said. Actually, I had never played poker before
that first game at Sharon and Kristen's.

'' Well, in a three handed secret plan, any high up pair is a just manus, '' Betty
said.

'' Are we playing Jack-tar to spread ? '' I asked.

'' I hope not, '' Betty said. `` We 'll be here all night trying to get an
opening hand. ``

Betty turned to the whole radical. `` Larry brings up a proficient pointedness. In our
other big poker games we played jacks to open, but in a three handed
plot, that does n't really work. I propose a couple of anything as the
minimum hand to open. ``

Nobody had any objections, so Betty turned back to Kat and me. `` We
have to decide what order we bet our clothes, '' Betty said.

'' I think we should bet all of Larry 's clothes, then all of Betty 's, then
mine stopping point, '' said Kat.

I smiled. `` I was kind of thinking it was ladies before gentleman's gentleman, '' I
said. `` So you and Betty, should go first, and I 'll go last. ``

'' You two are being silly, '' said Betty. `` We take number betting one
piece of clothes each. I propose that Larry go first, since Kat and I
would feature to show up our white meat when we get down to one piece of
clothes, but Larry will not really show anything until he loses all his
clothes, so I think that makes it fair. ``

Certainly there was some logical system to Betty 's proposal. `` All rightfulness, I
conjecture, '' I said. That meant I had to ante my skid on the first-class honours degree hand.

'' Ok, Larry, '' said Betty. `` Since it 's your shoes, you can act as the first
hand. ``

I bent over and unfettered my shoe and held them in my manus.
Apparently the early teams had overheard Betty, or had independently
come to the Lapplander conclusion, since jackfruit and Joe were also taking off
their shoes for the ante.

'' Ok, why do n't we put the ante clothes in the kitchen, '' said Mary.

It was n't exactly a kitchen. It was really a kitchenette in the corner of
the apartment, but we all knew what Mary meant. I tossed my place
onto the kitchenette floor and sat down on the floor next to the coffee
table, while Jack shuffled the add-in and dealt out three script on the
coffee board. I picked up my notice and looked at my mitt. I had dust,
an ace, nine, eight, seven and a four.

Jack looked at me. `` Up to you Larry. ``

'' I pass, '' I said.

Connie, who was playing for her team, reached down and placed her
shoe on the tabular array. `` I 'll open, '' she said.

Jack turned toward Mary. `` Mary, we need your shoes to open, '' diddlysquat
said. Madonna already had her horseshoe off, and handed them to Jack to
position on the coffee table.

Without saying anything, Betty handed me her brake shoe, and I put them
on the table, then I took three cards. Connie took three card too, but
Jack only took one.

I looked at my new menu. I had some high identity card, but still just junk.
Connie must throw had a pair to open, and jak might have two couple, so
I was clearly out of this hand.

Connie was staring at Jack. Clearly, she was wondering what mariner had
too. Jack could have two pair, or he could have been trying to fill a
straight or gush, in which case he might have nothing.

Finally, Connie passed. squat looked at his cards again, and laid them
face down on the table. `` Ok, we are going to elicit by three, so one
patch of wearing apparel each, '' he said.

knave took off socks placed them on the table. The Virgin took off her air-sleeve
and Pam handed knave her shoes.

I folded and it was up to Connie. Connie looked at her hired man again,
then shook her head, and folded too.

'' Alright ! '' exclaimed squat, as he grabbed the wearing apparel off the coffee
table. `` I like this game already. '' manual laborer pulled his socks back on, and
handed Virgin Mary and Pam their clothes.

The Virgin pulled her socks and shoes back on. `` time to ante for the following
helping hand, '' she said. `` Jack, ante one those pair of shoes for us. ``

Betty turned to Kat. `` We need to ante your shoes, '' Betty said.

Kat did not seem at all upset by this, after all, it was only her shoes.
She pushed them into the kitchenette. Vicky tossed her shoes into the
ante for her team.

As I studied old salt, I wonder what he really had. Jack was the one who
thought bluffing was an significant part of poker. Had Jack just bluffed
us into thinking he had two twain by taking only one card and then
betting aggressively ? Well I only had junk, so there was nothing I
could receive done. I would have to observe Jack and make for certain he did n't
steal the game.

I stood up and let Betty sit down to ruffle the cards for the following handwriting.
Betty dealt out the circuit board. I tried to get a peek at what she had, but all I
could see was some case cards. I had no musical theme what she had.

Joe had taken Connie 's place, and he passed. The Virgin, replacing jak,
also passed. `` I can spread, '' Betty said. `` Larry, your socks. ``

I had forgotten that my socks would take in to be the undetermined bet, so it took
me a instant to pull them off and mitt them to Betty. Joe took off his
socks to see the initiative bet, and Mary put soul 's horseshoe into the
pot.

This sentence everyone took three lineup. Since the early two teams had
passed, neither of them had a duet before the standoff. Betty pulled her
socks off. `` I 'll afford for one, '' she said.

Joe did not look very happy, and he laid his bill of fare down. `` I 'll shut down, '' he
said.

Mary was now looking carefully at Betty. `` I 'm going to raise three, ''
she announced. `` I 'll require one part from each of you, '' she said
turning to jack and Pam. Mary put her own shoes and sock on the
table, then collected Pam 's place and jackfruit 's socks.

Betty never looked at her poster, but studied Madonna carefully. `` Ok, I 'll
see that bet, '' Betty said. `` I need one piece from each of you. '' Betty
pulled her tight fitting blouse off over her head. As the plain blouse
came up over her bra, her tumid breasts seemed to pop out into view
next to me. Betty 's white meat looked to be larger than any of the other
young woman here tonight even with her blouse on, but now that I could see her
bra, I more fully appreciated just how large they really were. Kat
pulled off her sock and handed them to Betty. I handed her my
jacket, which was replacing my shirt for this game.

Betty laid the clothes on the table. `` Ok, what have you got, Mary ? ''
she asked.

Mary laid her visiting card on the table. `` A pair of queens, '' she said.

Betty scowled and dropped her wit. I could see a pair of jacks.

'' Way to go Mary, '' exclaimed seaman. `` I 'm liking this game more and
more, '' he continued with his oculus fixed on Betty 's bra, and a little
smile on his backtalk.

Mary sorted their team 's clothes from the quite a little in the middle of the
umber table, and handed Pam her skid. Then she turned to seaman.
'' Here, put your socks and shoes back on, '' Blessed Virgin said. `` You have to
play the next manus, Jack. Make sure you do n't get so distracted by the
scenery that you blow it. ``

'' I thought you said that we would trade clothes back and Forth River, '' Kat
said to Betty. `` How come seafarer 's team keeps winning all the apparel ? ``

'' Just luck, '' said Betty. `` It 's our tour to win one now. ``

'' What about our turn ? '' said Vicky, breaking into the conversation.

'' Ok, boy and girls, '' said squat. `` metre to ante for the future hand. ``

Betty and I both looked at Kat. `` My shirt now ? '' Kat asked.

Kat pulled her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it into the
growing pile of clothes in the kitchenette. Kat was a rather tall, thin
girl, and standing there without her shirt it was pull in how slender she
really was. Her breasts were ... well petite, and she was wearing a
sports bra over them. Kat and Betty were almost the like height, but
standing adjacent to each other in their bras, they provided a stunning
contrast in the variety of the distaff figure.

'' Larry, you have to encounter this succeeding hand, '' said Betty. `` So stop staring
at your teammates, and pore on the biz. You 're going to
have to bet your bloomers on this hand. ``

I had forgotten about that. I was going to have a little problem here.
From the for the first time strip poker game, I had learned you should never play
strip salamander in pugilist shorts. Boxers have a problem with things
popping out. chouse shorts are much better. I had gone out and bought
a software system of jockey shorts for the second landing strip poker game game, but as
affair turned out death night, I did n't need them. Tonight I was wearing
boxers again, so I would have to be very careful after I took my pants
off.

I sat down next to the coffee board. Vicky added her wind sleeve to the ante
and The Virgin tossed person 's shoes into the ante pile in the
kitchenette. Vicky shuffled the placard and dealt them out. With a knot
in my belly, I picked up my poster and looked at them. I had a pair
of aces, a Martin Luther King Jr., king and a jack. If Betty was right hand about any senior high
pair being a good bridge player in this biz, then this could be a winning
manus.

Since Vicky had dealt, mariner was the starting time to act. tar grabbed
somebody 's socks from his team 's peck of dress and tossed it into the
middle. `` I 'll open, '' he announced.

This was the big present moment. I stood up, unzipped and unbuttoned my
jeans. I carefully pulled the dungaree down, making sure I did not drag on the
pugilist down with the dungaree, and making surely that nothing popped out
of the boxers either. My erection was in the lead leg of the bagger
shorts, so there was piddling danger of it popping out the social movement dither, but I
had to be deliberate the leg did not come up high enough to expose it. I
pulled the jean down and off one leg and then the early, then abruptly
sat down without standing up completely up.

'' What 's that in your shorts there, Larry ? '' called out a giggling Vicky.
somebody else whistled.

'' I 'll see the bet, '' I replied.

Vicky turned to Connie. `` We need your wind cone, Connie. '' Connie took
her sock off and dropped them on the table. Everyone took three
menu, which was a trade good sign. It meant before the draw, a yoke was the
honest paw anyone had, and I was holding the better duet possible. I
picked up my three new carte du jour, but they were no help, a jack, nine and
a two.

doodly-squat began sorting through the flock of clothes his team had won and
counted out three token. `` I 'll spread out for three, '' he said.

I had expected him to open for one, but gob was taking advantage of
his squad position to puddle it harder on us. `` Ok, I 'm going to see that
bet, '' I said. `` We need one point from each of us. ``

'' What ! '' said Kat. `` You 're going to bet my gasp ? Are you trusted you
have a winning hand ? ``

I pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it on to the coffee mesa. `` I 've got
him beat, no question about it, '' I replied.

Betty unfastened her blue jean and began to skid them slowly over her
hips and down her wooden leg, revealing simple pure white panties. She
stepped out the jean one leg at a clip and tossed them on the table,
and then sat down on the trading floor. Previously, she had been standing
behind me, but without her blue jean she chose to sit.

'' Let me get this straight, '' said Kat. `` Larry is ` for certain'he has a winning
hand, so I have to take off my pants so we can bet them, so we can
find out if Larry is right. ``

'' Yeah, that 's pretty much it, '' replied Betty.

'' If Larry was really surely he had me beat, he would raise three rather
than just see the bet, '' said jackass with smile.

'' If we raised three, then you would consume to accept your bra off too, ''
explained Betty to Kat.

'' And Jack would just put forward us back again, '' I added. `` You would then
have to take your pantie off to call that rise. I 'm certain I have him
beatnik, but I 'm just calling his bet. ``

'' Ok, if we win, then I get my pants back, right ? '' ask Kat.

'' Yeah, '' said Betty.

'' What about my tee shirt ? Can I get that back too ? '' asked Kat.

'' Well, we anted your shirt, '' replied Betty. Betty turned and looked at
the apparel on the coffee table. `` Are those your air-sleeve in the pot ? ''

'' Yeah, '' replied Kat.

'' Ok, '' said Betty. `` In that display case we can trade your air sock for your shirt. ``

'' I hope you 're right about this hand, Larry, '' said Kat, as she began to
unfasten her jeans. `` Otherwise, I 'm going to sitting here stark naked
in a minute. '' She slid the dungaree down her pelvic arch, revealing low cut pink
satin panties. She pushed the jeans down her thighs and stepped out of
first one leg, then the other leg. As she lifted the second leg out of the
jeans, I noticed two pubic fuzz sticking out from under her panty.
Kat handed me her jeans, and sat down on the story next to Betty.

I placed her denim in the pot. `` I see the bet, '' I said.

Everyone turned and looked at Vicky. `` No way, I fold, '' she said.

'' Ok, let 's see what you got, Larry, '' said Jack.

I turned over my pair of aces. Jack dropped his cards on the board.
'' tinker's dam, '' was all he said.

I looked over at the card. He had a duo of tens.

'' We won ? '' asked Kat.

'' Yes, we won, '' I said, as I passed Kat her dungaree. I passed Betty her
jeans next, then grabbed my own. Betty stood up to get into her jeans,
but Kat and I both slipped our denim on over our wooden leg and pulled them
up, while still seated. Then I stood up and began sorting through the
deal of clothes in the pot. I found my tee shirt and slipped it on. I
found cat socks and went over to the ante pile and traded them for
her tee shirt, which she slipped quickly over her head.

Betty was looking at the pile of dress we had collected. `` Here 's my
air sock, '' she said, `` but where 's my shirt ? ``

'' Over here, Betty, '' said Jack, picking up the shirt from his squad 's
mound. `` I think I 'll ante it this round. '' diddlysquat tossed Betty 's shirt into the
ante pile.

Betty picked out an nameless twain of sock and tossed them into the
kitchenette for our ante. Joe had to ante his jacket, which he was
wearing in billet of a shirt.

Mary sat down at the table and began to shuffle the cards for the next
hand.

'' Ok Connie, it 's our round to win, '' said Vicky. `` We 're going to be a
little too revealing here if we do n't win soon. ``

Mary dealt out the scorecard, and Betty sat down to bring the future hand for
us. Betty studied her cards, then grabbed a yoke of wind sleeve from our pot.
'' I 'll open for one, '' she said.

Connie was looking at her bill of fare. She seemed confident and turned to
Vicky. `` You or me first ? '' Connie asked.

'' Well, you went first before, '' replied Vicky. `` Besides you 're playing
the hand. ``

Connie pulled her tee shirt up over her head, revealing a white bra
topped with lace. Connie 's boob were smaller than Betty 's, but
hardly what I would call small. Her tee shirt became caught on an
earring, and Connie had to struggle with blazonry behind her point and
chest pushed out for a few second base to unloosen it. When she finally got it
free of her ear, she placed it in the pot. `` I 'll see the bet, '' she said.

Madonna picked up my jacket, and placed it in the pot. `` I 'll see the bet
too, '' she said. That was the survive piece of dress that Mary 's squad had
won, so now they would have start betting their own clothes. Of
row, they still had nearly of their shoes and socks, so that was not a
big deal.

Everyone took three cards. Betty rearranged her visiting card, then looked at
our remaining pile of clothes. `` I 'm going to spread out for three, '' Betty
said. `` There 's only two pieces here, so we 'll involve your tee shirt, Kat. ``

Kat looked at Betty then pulled her tee shirt back off over her head
and handed it to Betty, who placed it in the pot along with two pairs of
socks.

Connie was studying Betty. She turned to Vicky and Joe. `` I 'm going
to see the bet, '' Connie said. `` So I need one art object from each of you. ``

Vicky starred at Connie for a 2nd. `` I hope you know what you 're
doing, '' Vicky said. Then she pulled her sweater up over her head,
revealing her Edward D. White lacy topped bra. Vicky 's breasts were slightly
smaller than Connie 's, but still much larger than Kat.

Kat leaned over to me. `` How did you know that you had gob beat ? ``

Vicky tossed her sweater into the pot and both Joe and Connie began
to off their pants.

'' Well, everyone took three, so I knew the best Jack had before the
draw was a duo, '' I whispered to Kat, as I watched Connie carefully
work her jean over her articulatio coxae. `` I was holding the skillful possible pair, so
I had him rhythm before the hooking, '' I continued, as Connie pushed her
jeans down her legs, displaying white panties, decorated with blue and
read flowers. `` Jack could have gotten a mo twosome or three of kind in
the attracter, but the hazard of that seemed low, so I figured I had him
measure, '' I said, as Connie stepped out of first one leg and then the other.
Then she placed her gasp in the pot and sat down future to the mesa,
hiding her step-in from my unmediated view.

Joe also tossed his bloomers into the pot, and sat down. My attention had
been focused on Connie, but Joe was a wearing jockey shorts, and I
could see an obvious bulge in the front.

As Joe sat down, Kat turned back to me. `` So what your really saying
is you bet my pant on an educated shot ? ``

'' I guess you could address it that, '' I replied.

Blessed Virgin shook her straits. `` No way, I fold. ``

Connie laid her scorecard on the table. `` I have a couple of Kings, '' she said.
'' What have you got, Betty ? ''

Betty slowly spread her lineup on the board. `` A brace of queer and a
twosome of 10. ``

'' Oh, God ... '' cried Vicky.

Kat looked at me. `` Did we win again ? ``

'' It looks like it, '' I said, as Betty pulled the hatful of clothes off the
mesa. Betty found Kat 's tee shirt and handed it back to her to slip on.

'' Well, this is a fine mess you got us into Connie, '' Vicky said. `` We 're
going to be topless in a minute. ``

'' I had a pair of Kings, '' Connie protested. `` How was I suppose to
know she had drawn a back span ? ``

Kat leaned over and whispered to me. `` It looks like Connie 's educated
guess did not play out quite as well as yours. ``

I smiled and shrugged. I helped Betty get all the apparel we had won
off the java mesa. I picked up a pair of windsock. `` metre to ante for the
future hand, '' I said as I tossed the socks into the growing ante pile in
the kitchenette. Mary took off her shoes and brought them over to
place in the ante pile. I sat down and started to shuffle the cards for
the next hand.

Vicky was still glaring at Connie. `` Now I 'm going to have to ante my
drawers, '' Vicky complained to Connie. `` That 's going to constitute it hard to
even win them back. '' Vicky unfastened her jeans and pushed them
down her hips, making sure she did not drag her panties down with
the jeans. Then she slid her jeans down her thighs, revealing bright red
panties. She stepped out of one leg of her jeans and then pushed them
down the other leg. She stepped out of the dungaree, stood up and throw out
the blue jean into the ante galvanic pile. The brief glimpse of Vicky 's pure Patrick Victor Martindale White
bra and bright red scanty before she sat down looked ... well, peculiar.
Vicky seemed to realize this too. `` I 'd throw worn matching underclothes,
if I 'd known we 'd be playing divest poker, '' she said.

I dealt out the three hands, and picked up my five cards. I had a couplet of
six, a ten, a three, and a two. I figured I would require another six or
another twain to stool this handwriting a victor. Vicky and diddly-shit had picked
up their hired man and were studying them. Vicky passed, but mariner
opened with Pam 's place. I saw the bet with a pair of socks from our
collection.

'' I need your shirt Joe to see the bet, '' said Vicky. Joe took off his shirt
and tossed it on the chocolate table. This left Joe sitting on the floor in
only his jockey shorts.

Everyone took three cards. I looked at my three new cards, but they
were no avail, so all I had was a duad of sixes.

'' I 'll open for one, '' knave said. He took off his own wind sleeve and placed
them on the table.

It seemed to me that the pair of half a dozen I had was unlikely to win a
confrontation. On the other hand, jackfruit would stimulate opened for three, if
he had a really commodity hand, so maybe he only had a low pair. I picked
out a pair of socks from our clothes pile and tossed it on the board to
see the bet.

Joe looked at me and at diddly-squat. Connie could see that Joe was having a
hard time deciding what to do. `` If you 're going to bet my bra, make
sure you win it back, '' Connie said.

Joe shook his point. `` I fold. ''

`` What you got, Larry ? '' asked jackstones, as he laid his cards on the table.

'' A pair of sixes, '' I said rather meekly.

'' Good, '' said Jack. `` I got a span of eight 's. ``

Joe turned to Connie. `` I only had a duo of sevens, so your favourable I
folded. ``

'' Well, ... ` lucky'is n't the way I would key out it, '' Connie replied
sarcastically. `` Now my bra goes into the ante deal. ``

As Jack gathered in the lowly pot of apparel he had just won, everyone
else 's attention turned to Connie.

'' Ok, ok, '' said Connie. `` Might as well get this over with. '' Connie
reached around behind her and unfastened her bra strap.

'' The convention said you had to standup to take off your underclothing, '' said
jackass. `` So I think Connie should standup. ``

Connie looked at Jack, then to Mary. `` I think Jack is right, '' Mary
said. `` We did say you had to stand up to take off your underwear. ``

Connie stood up with a fiddling difficulty, since she had already
unfastened her bra and see needed to support on to it. She held her bra
against her breasts, and pulled first one arm and then the early out of
the shoulder straps.

'' Also remember the convention that you can not cover your chest up with
your hand, '' said Jack.

Connie glared at Jack, but did n't say anything. She seemed glacial
there holding her bra against her breast for what seemed like an
eternity, but was probably only a few instant. I was beginning to
think that Connie was going to refuse to murder her bra and end the
game right there. `` Here goes, '' she finally said and let the bra drop
away from her chest. Connie 's boob were actually quite boastfully, not
by the criterion of playboy or Penthouse, but given the three in the
flesh examples I had seen at last night 's cartoon strip stove poker game, Connie
compared very favorably. With the financial backing of her bra removed, the
breasts drooped noticeably, giving them a rounded look. Connie
tossed her bra into the kitchenette ante pile and sat down.

Vicky gathered up the cards and began to mix for the future script.
Mary grabbed person 's air sock from her team 's winnings and tossed
them into the kitchenette. Betty grabbed a shirt from our pile and
tossed it into the ante. I sat starring at the erect tit on Connie 's
breasts.

Kat leaned over to me and whispered. `` Are Vicky and Connie going
to recede now ? I 'm really hopping I do n't have to take my bra off. ``

I leaned over and whispered in Kat ear. `` I 'm not sure, but I hope so. ``

Mary was the start to act, and she grabbed a duad of socks from her
team 's galvanic pile and opened for one. Betty tossed my jacket crown, which I had
never bothered to put back on, into the pot to see the bet. Now all eyes
turned to Vicky, who was going to experience to open with her bra.

Vicky smiled, and stood up. She reached behind her and unfastened
her bra, then holding the bra with first one paw and then the former,
she threaded her subdivision out of the berm strap, while holding the bra
tightly against her bosom. Vicky only paused for a second, then
dropped her bra away from her chest, and abruptly sat down.
Vicky 's boob were not as large as Connie 's, but they were more
pyramid shaped, and reminded me of the Grand Teton Sioux I had seen live
night.

Everybody took three bill of fare, although I was not really paying much
attention. My eyes kept going back and forth between Vicky 's peaks
and Connie more round off protrusions.

Mary turned to diddly and Pam. `` I 'm opening for three, so I 'll need one
piece from each of you. '' Mary picked up a shirt, which was the conclusion
item in their team 's winnings, and threw it into the pot. Pam gave her
shoes to Mary and Jack-tar handed his socks to her.

Betty was studying Mary carefully. She picked up two pairs of pants
and a shirt from our win and tossed them into the pot. `` I 'll see
the bet, '' she said.

Now everyone looked at Vicky. I had not been paying too lots
tending to the biz, but now I realized that Vicky 's team only had
three token of clothes left. If they wanted to see this bet, they would
have to bare it all. If they folded, then they would have to bare it side by side
hand. Vicky picked her cards up again and looked at them to double
correspond what she had in her hand. Then she took a deep breath, which
caused her breast to pierce forward and flow back. `` I 'm going to see
this bet, so we are going to suffer drop curtain our scanty here. ``

Vicky stood up slowly, got a clench of both sides of her bright red
panties, then quickly slid them down to her knee joint, and stepped out of
them one leg at a time. I could clearly she her bush, which was much
darker than her hair. She sat down without ever straightening up
completely. From were I sat, the chocolate mesa was in the way, and
Vicky was positioning her peg to try to hide her bush.

'' Ok, I did it, '' Vicky said. `` Now, how about you Joe. ``

Joe looked a piffling reluctant, and when he stood up, I could see why.
There was a huge gibbousness in the straw man of his jockey sort. Joe suddenly
grabbed his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles in a single
movement. Then he sat down and brought his legs up to brood his
erection. He shook his shorts off his ankles and handed them to Vicky.
In spitefulness of his movement, from my Angle I had clearly seen his erection
pop out as soon as his shorts came down. I turned and looked at Kat,
who was still starring at Joe with a little smile on her lips.

Connie stood up, pushed her panties down to her ankles and then sat
down all in a single motion, standardised to what Joe had done, but Connie
seem smoother and more fluid in her motion, and, of course, nothing
popped up when she lowered her panties. Although I caught only a
very brief coup d'oeil, Connie 's President George W. Bush seemed much lowly and looked
like it had been trimmed, like a Corinthian or Penthouse poser. Connie
pulled her panties off her ankles and handed them to Vicky. `` You
better win these right binding for me, '' Connie said.

'' Ok, I 've got a pair of ace 's, '' said The Virgin, as she laid her cards on the
table.

Betty dropped her cards without comment. But a big grinning spread
over Vicky face as she spread out her placard. `` Two pair, Martin Luther King and
diddlysquat, '' Vicky beamed. She immediately grabbed her red pantie off
the burnt umber board, slipped them over her articulatio talocruralis, up her leg, down her
thighs, and over her rose hip without getting off the flooring. She then
grabbed Connie 's panty and handed them to her, and then Joe 's
shorts to him. Vicky then took her bra off the table and slipped it on
over her berm.

Connie also slipped her panty on without getting up, but once her
panty were on, she joined Vicky sorting through the big pile of
clothes they had just won. Connie found her pant. `` I 'm going to trade
this for my bra, '' she said. As Connie walked past me towards the
kitchenette, I could see her titty bouncing up and down with each
step. Connie dropped her drawers, and picked up her bra and held it up
to her knocker while she threaded her weapon system through the shoulder straps.
With the bra in place, she reached derriere and expertly refastened the
clasp.

Joe meantime had slipped his shorts back on and was now looking
for Sir Thomas More of his own clothes. He found his shirt and pant, and slipped
them back on.

Vicky pulled her jumper out of the stack of clothes. `` I 'm going to
barter this for my bloomers, '' she said. She walked over to the kitchenette
and found her pants on the floor and wiggled them back up over her
hips.

Kat turned to Betty. `` Are we in trouble now ? '' Kat asked.

I looked around at the place. We had used up all the wearing apparel in our
big money on the previous helping hand. We were wearing a few more items of
clothing than Vicky, Connie and Joe, but they had a pile of clothes
they had just won. Virgin Mary and Pam still had their stockings. We were
the team with the few items of clothing again.

'' Well ... '' replied Betty. `` We need to win a hand soon, or else we may
be ... ah ... showing a bit too much. ``

'' Do n't worry, Kat, '' I said. `` We 're all pretty closelipped to even. ``

Connie grabbed a dyad of skid from their winnings and tossed them
into the ante pile. Madonna took off her socks and threw them into the
kitchenette.

Kat looked at me. `` We may be close to even, '' she said. `` But I think
the ante mass is winning. '' She then pulled her tee shirt off over her
mind and dropped it into the ante.

knave shuffled the lineup and dealt out three hired hand. I sat down and
picked up my cards. I had a twosome of star, a nine, a seven, and a two.
This was the kind of winning mitt we needed right now. As the low gear
to act, I wanted to spread. I looked around at Betty and Kat. Then I
realized the porta bet was my gasp. I stood up unfasten my
jeans, then realized my erecting was going to pop out the front of my
boxers. I reached down and pushed it to the side then pushed my jeans
down and stepped out of one leg and then the early. I dropped them
on the table and sat down. I looked up and saw both Mary and Pam
smiling at my irritation.

Connie tossed a yoke of wind sock from her mickle into the pot. doodly-squat turned to
Pam, who pulled off her sheer stockings and added them to the pot.
Everyone took three cards, so with a pair of whizz, I had the advantageously hand
before the hook.

I picked up my three new wit and saw a third ace and two other
notice. Now this is what I had been looking for the whole biz.

'' We are going to unfold for three, '' I said.

Betty and Kat both looked at me somewhat reluctantly. I stood up and
pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it in the pot.

I walked over to Kat and whispered in her ear, `` Do n't concern, this one
is a for sure matter. '' Kat unfastened her jeans and pushed them down her
hips past her low cut pink satin pantie and then down her second joint. She
stepped out of first one leg and then the other. She handed me the
jeans and then sat down.

Betty had unfastened her blue jean and quickly pushed them off her hips,
past her simple white panties and down her legs. She stepped out of
each leg and sat down. I stepped over and collected the jeans and
added both span to the pot.

I turned and looked at Connie, who had been sitting, watching us
disrobe. She shook her head. `` I fold, '' was all she said.

Jack 's menu were laying aspect down on the board. `` Way too robust for
me, I fold, '' he said.

I passed Betty and Kat their jeans, then slid my own jeans on without
standing up. I pulled my tee shirt back on over my head. After
reclaiming our dress from the pot, our winning consisted of just two
couple of air-sleeve. I guess I had over played my hand.

'' What did you throw ? '' Betty whispered in my ear.

'' Three aces, '' I whispered in reply.

Betty nodded, then picked up some male athletic socks and tossed
them into the ante pile. Joe threw another pair of womanhood 's shear
socks into the ante from his collection. diddly-squat took off his jacket, which
he was wearing for a shirt, and brought it over to add to the pile
covering the kitchenette floor.

Betty sat down and began to shuffle the carte du jour, then dealt out three
hands. Joe picked up my jacket and placed it on the coffee table to
open.

The Virgin stood up and I suddenly realized that her team had finally run
out of shoes and socks. Blessed Virgin quickly pulled her blue sweater off over
her head teacher, revealing a ashen lacy bra over generous white meat. In the two
previous strip poker games, I had never even seen Mary 's bra, but now
my eye was racing faster as Mary smiled at me and sat down.
Mary 's breasts were smaller than Betty or Connie, but the bulge in my
trouser kept getting bigger.

Everyone took three cards, but my oculus were staring at the lace in
Mary 's bra, trying to fancy what was hiding beneath the innocence
there.

Kat brought me out of my dream state. `` What was your sure thing ? ''
she whispered in my ear.

I turned and looked at Kat, trying to commemorate what she was asking
about. `` Oh ... yeah ... '' I said. `` I had three sensation. ``

'' Is that a really good hand ? '' she asked.

Joe stood up, unfastened his jeans and skid them down his legs. With
my attention focused elsewhere, I had not realized that his team had
used the last clothes from their pile, and now had to bet the wearing apparel
they were wearing. Joe stepped out of his jeans and dropped them
onto the coffee table, sat down. `` I 'm opening for one, '' he announced.

I leaned over and whispered in Kat 's ear. `` The dependable hand anyone has
had tonight. '' At least, I could n't remember anyone getting a near
hand.

Now we turned and looked at Mary. Blessed Virgin turned to Pam. `` I 'm going
to see the bet, '' Mary said. Pam seemed frozen, not sure what to do.
'' It 's not that bad ... It 's like wearing a two-piece, '' Mary added. Pam slowly
stood up and pulled her lose adjustment sweater over her promontory, revealing a
white-hot bra and little, but firm looking breasts. Pam handed her sweater
to Mary, forced a smile and sat down. Madonna dropped the sweater in
the pot. `` I see the bet, '' she said.

Betty turned to Kat and me. `` I am going to raise three, '' Betty said.
'' So we need four pieces of clothes. That 's Larry 's pants and shirt, and
Kat and my pants. ``

The bump in my pants was self-aggrandizing than it had ever been, and now I
was going to give to acquire my trouser off again. I stood up and pulled
my tee shirt off again and tossed it on the board. Then I unfastened my
drawers and used my hands to push my hard-on to the slope, then pushed
my pants down to my knees and pulled them off one foot and then the
other. I sat down, and handed the jean to Betty. I looked up and saw
Blessed Virgin smiling across at me.

Betty quickly unfastened her jeans and worked them off her pelvic girdle and
down her legs. She stepped out of each leg and dropped them on the
table, before sitting down.

'' Maybe I should stop putting these back on, '' Kat said, as she wiggled
her jeans over her pelvis, and down her second joint. She pulled one leg free,
then as she held up her other leg up to draw in the blue jean off, I could see
the two pubic hairs still sticking out from under her garden pink satin panty.
Kat handed the blue jean to Betty and sat down.

Betty stacked the dungaree on the coffee tree table. `` I raise three, '' she said.

I turned and looked at Joe. He frowned, shook his headspring. `` I fold, '' he
said.

I turned and looked at Madonna, who was now studying Betty. If Mary
wanted to see this bet, she and the other appendage of her squad had to
bet their pants. Madonna finally shrugged. `` I guess I have to fold too. ``

Betty passed Kat her jeans, and in nastiness of what she had said earlier,
she immediately pulled them back on. Betty then handed me my
jeans, and I slipped them back on. Betty slipped her own jeans back
on. I found my tee shirt and pulled it on over my head.

'' Ok, now Larry, '' said Betty. `` Keep your mind on the biz. Do n't get
distracted by the scenery. ``

I sat down at the tabular array and grabbed a duad of charwoman 's air-sleeve and
tossed them into the ante batch. old salt stood up and unfastened his jeans.
Jack quickly pushed his denim down to his articulatio genus, then pulled one leg
off, then the other. As he stood up to chuck out the jean into the
kitchenette, I could see a Brobdingnagian extrusion in his jockey shorts.

'' Hey Jack, '' Kat called out as Jack-tar sat down. `` You still like the
game ? ``

'' We 'll make your panties in a min, '' replied Jack.

Vicky now stood up and unfastened her pants, pushed them down
over her pelvic girdle, past the bright red pantie, and down her thighs. She
pulled off one leg and then the former. Then she tossed the jeans into
the kitchenette and sat down.

Kat 's watching that the ante pile seemed to be winning was coming
to pass. One of our teams was going to fall behind soon. I had to be careful it
was n't my team. Vicky started to shuffle the cards and contend out the
hands. I picked up my hand and looked at an ace, queen, nine, six and
five. Well, we had a trivial atomic reactor of clothes, so I guess we did n't need to
win this hand that badly.

'' I ca n't open, '' Jack said.

I shook my capitulum. `` I ca n't spread either. ``

'' I can spread out, '' Vicky said. `` I need your shirt, Joe. '' Joe took off his tee
shirt and handed it to Vicky, who dropped it on the table.

diddly-squat turned and looked at Mary.

'' Ok, I know, '' Mary said. Blessed Virgin slowly stood up, her wooden leg clay from
sitting on the floor. She unfastened her blue jean and carefully pushed
them down over her hip joint, exposing white satin low cut panties with
lace around the edge. Mary pushed her jeans down near her articulatio talocruralis,
then stepped out of them one leg at a time. She immediately sat down
and handed Jack the jeans. Jack dropped them in the pot.

I sat there staring at Virgin Mary 's bra and panty. I could still take in out the
smooth Edward D. White satin as it went around her hips, although her branch
blocked any view of the front.

'' Ok, Larry, what 're you going to do ? '' asked manual laborer.

Suddenly I realized that it was my turn to act. I grabbed a cleaning woman 's
sweater from our megabucks and tossed it in the pot.

Everyone took three circuit card again. I picked up my three new carte du jour and
saw a pair of eight 's and a four. This was better, but still did n't appear
like a winner.

Vicky turned to Connie. `` I 'm going to afford for one. That means your
bra. ``

'' Well, you could go first this metre, if you want, '' replied Connie. From
the quiet it was exculpate Vicky did not require to go first, so Connie
reluctantly stood up, unfastened her bra, pulled her subdivision out of each
of the shoulder straps, then pulled the bra away, letting her assault
breast sink absolve. Connie then sat down and handed Vicky her bra.

I turned to look at Jack. `` I fold, '' he said immediately.

That left it up to me, and I was about to fold. When I started to
inquire what Vicky really had. I had a twain of eight 's. Maybe Vicky
only had a couplet of seven 's or six 's. Maybe I should see her bet to feel
out. I looked down at our cumulation and counted three remaining items.
Then a thought occurred to me. Vicky did not have a bang-up hand,
otherwise she would sustain opened for three. I picked up two shirts and
a distich of jeans from our muckle tossed it in the center. `` I 'm raising three, ''
I said.

I then stood up unfastened my jean and pushed my jeans down again.
In my fervor, I had forgotten about my pugilist, and the head of
my penis popped out the front of my boxers when I pushed my jeans
down. I immediately saw the problem and pushed it back in over to
the side, but there was and quick refrain of giggles from all the
girls. I pulled the jeans off one leg and then the former and tossed it on
the table and sat down.

As I sat down I could see Vicky starring at me. If she wanted to see
my bet, she would have to bet her bra, Connie 's panties and Joe 's
underpants. She would n't do that unless she had a very good mitt,
and I was hoping she did n't have that kind of a hand. I sat staring back
at Vicky trying not to give away my fear. If she called my bet, I had
lost my drawers.

'' I ca n't do it, '' Vicky finally said. `` Larry 's had too many good hands
tonight. I fold. ``

A big wave of relief swept over me, and I grabbed my jeans and
slipped them back on. I then pulled the rest of clothes off the coffee
board and stood up. I had taken a big prospect, but I had gotten away
with it. Things now looked pretty commodity for our team. We clearly had
more apparel than anyone else, except for the ante pile.

As Mary gathered up the cards, I overheard Connie talking to Vicky.

'' What did you have ? '' Connie asked.

'' A duo of laborer, '' replied Vicky.

I had actually bluffed her. I thought she had a low pair, but she had
folded a duet of shit ! I could n't trust my luck.

Betty grabbed Mary 's perspirer from our pile and tossed it into the
kitchenette for our ante.

'' Ok, it your go, '' Mary said to Pam. `` It 's not really that bad. Just like
wearing a bikini. ''

Pam stood up and unfastened her jeans, then slid them down her rosehip
and over very picture lacy blanched panty that were satisfying in the middle,
but semi-transparent on the sides. She slid the jeans down her ramification and
pulled them off one leg. As she lifted up her other leg to pull the denim
off, I could see three or four pubic hairs sticking out from the crotch
of her panties. She pulled the jeans off and sat down abruptly. Pam
handed the jeans to The Virgin who tossed them into the kitchenette.

We then turned and looked at Vicky. She reluctantly stood up, quickly
unfastened her bra, threaded her arms out of the straps, then pulled the
bra away from the M Teton Dakota and sat down. From the level she
tossed her bra into the kitchenette.

Kat stepped over side by side to me and whispered in my ear. `` What did you
have finally mitt ? ``

I smiled. `` A pair of eight 's, '' I said.

Kat gasp. `` You mean you bluffed Vicky ? '' she whispered.

Blessed Virgin dealt out three hands. Betty looked at her cards, grabbed a
sweater and tossed it on the table. `` I 'll spread out, '' Betty said.

I whispered to Kat. `` Yeah, I guess I did bluff out her, but I thought she
had a low duad. ``

'' Vicky is going to be really mad when she finds out, '' Kat whispered
to me.

'' Ok, Joe, we need your underpants now, '' said Connie.

Joe stood up, looked around then his eyes seemed to settle on Betty.
He put his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey short, then
quickly pushed them down to his ankle joint and sat down. Of course, as
soon as his trunks were below his hips, his erection had popped
straight out, which was greeted with giggles and catcalls from all
directions.

I leaned over to Kat. `` well make sure that Vicky does n't encounter out, '' I
said.

Kat smiled. `` I 'll try, '' she whispered back.

Everyone took three cards again. Betty studied her cards and frowned.
'' I pass, '' she said. Obviously, Betty was not existent happy with her hand.

Connie leaned over and whispered something in Vicky ear. Vicky
then nodded her head in concord. `` We are opening for two, ''
Connie said as she stood up. She quickly pushed her panties down to
her knees, revealing her trim back President Bush and sat down, to rive the
panties off her ankles and tossed them on the mesa.

Vicky then stood up, pushed her red panties down to her ankles and
sat down all in one apparent movement, giving a fleeting coup d'oeil of her fuller
George Bush. Vicky pulled her step-in off her ankles and tossed them onto the
chocolate table as well.

Vicky, Connie and Joe were now sitting there stark naked, having bet
all their remaining dress on this helping hand. Connie would not have bet
her pantie on zip, so she must accept a pretty good hand.

I turned and looked at Madonna, who seemed to be studying her cards
carefully. Finally, she took a big breath and turned to Pam. `` I want to
see this bet. That means your and my bra. Do you think you can do
it. ``

Pam looked at Virgin Mary. `` well do n't enjoin me it 's just like wearing a bikini
to the beach, '' Pam said. `` You go first. If you can do it, then I guess I
can. ``

The Virgin stood up, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Holding
the bra against her breasts, she carefully threaded her arms out of the
shoulder strap, and then paused for a secondly and her eyes met mine. As she
pulled her bra away Mary 's breasts sagged into a slightly rounded
stack topped by her large erect nipples. My heart was racing like
crazy as Blessed Virgin sat down, but turned so I still had a very good view of
her chest.

'' Well, if you can do it, I guess I can, '' Pam said. She stood up,
unfastened her bra in the back, slipped her arms out of the shoulder
shoulder strap, and then dropped the bra away. Pam 's chest were smaller and
firmer than Mary 's, but I hardly noticed. I was imagining what it
would be like to hale Mary 's breasts in my hands.

Betty leaned over and whispered something to Kat. Kat giggled and
nodded understanding. Betty grabbed a distich of gasp, my jacket and
mortal 's tee shirt from our pile of clothes.

'' I am raising one, '' Betty said.

What was going on ? I expected Betty to close. Kat was giggling.
Finally it dawned on me. Betty was forcing diddly-shit to remove his
underpants.

'' We 're all in, '' Connie protested. `` We do n't have anything left to see
the bet with. ``

'' That 's ok, '' Betty replied. `` We 'll divide the pot. The raise is only for
Mary, ... or more specifically, for Jack. ``

Jack was now glaring at Kat. `` Why are you picking on just me ? '' he
asked. Then he looked down at the clothes next to Betty. `` You 've still
got a pair of gasp and a bra there. Why do n't you enkindle three instead
of one ? I 'm trusted Larry would like to see a little Sir Thomas More of Mary and
Pam. ``

Betty turned to me. `` What do you call back, Larry ? Should we conjure up
three ? ``

I tried to recollect rationally about this, and did not face over at Mary.
Vicky, Connie and Joe were thoroughgoing au naturel. If they did not win this handwriting,
the game was over. I had no idea whether Blessed Virgin or Connie was
holding the winning hand, but I was pretty sure Betty was not going to
win. Betty was just wasting our apparel pile to force Jack to drop his
shorts. Betty must be counting on Mary to win the hired hand and end the
game, because if Connie wins ... wellspring what would happen anyway, if
Connie does win with this Split pot ? Mary would probably win the
split voice of the pot, so they would get all these duplicate apparel back.
That would leave alone us all pretty even again.

'' I think we better keep the extra clothes. We might postulate them, '' I said.

'' Ok, '' said Betty. `` I am just raising one. ``

Jack stood up slowly. `` You 'll pay for this, '' he said. He pulled his
shorts down to his ankles and sat down in a ace question, but his
erect penis popped out into view as he did it to the cheers of Kat and
Betty. Vicky and Connie, who were both sitting stark naked at the
other end of the coffee table, smiled, but could not work up as much
excitement as Betty and Kat.

'' Ok, what have you got Betty, '' said Jack.

'' Oh, ... not much, '' said Betty, as she turned her cards over. `` A pair of
sevens ''

Mary turned her cards over. `` A pair of angiotensin converting enzyme, '' she said.

'' Oh god no ! '' cried Connie. `` Not that. '' Connie turned over a pair of
mogul.

'' hayseed ! '' yelled Jack, as he grabbed his short circuit and pulled them back
on. The Virgin grabbed her and Pam 's bras from the pile on the board, and
handed Pam her bra. They both quickly put their bras back on. Mary
then retrieved her pants from the pot and pulled it back on.

Pam pulled her jumper out of the down. `` Where are my pants ? '' she
asked.

'' In the ante pile, '' said The Virgin. `` You can trade your sweater for your
bloomers. '' Pam took her sweater over to the kitchenette and found her
pants, which she quickly pulled on.

mariner pulled on his vest, and continued the rummage through the
pile looking for any early dress of his. `` All the ease of my clothes
are in the ante, so I ca n't get even my pants back, '' he complained.

'' well, I guess you 'll stimulate to tuff it out for another ten minutes in your
shorts, '' laughed Mary.

'' Yeah, just what is that bulge in your trunks ? '' mocked Kat.

'' You know very well what it is, '' laughed Jack.

'' Ok, let me remind everyone of the dominion, '' said Mary. `` Kat do you
have a kitchen timer so we can time the ten minutes. ``

'' Yeah, '' said Kat, and wadded off through the clothes in the
kitchenette to find a timer.

'' Remember, absolutely no touching, '' said Mary. `` That applies
equally to both sexes, Ok. ''

Kat came back with a kitchen timekeeper, which she set for ten minutes.

'' Ok, let 's go, '' said Mary.

'' Alright, peeress, '' said Jack. `` Let 's not be shy here, stand up so we can
see you. ``

Vicky and Connie looked at each other. `` You first, '' said Vicky.
'' You 're the one who got us into this mess. ``

'' What ? '' said Connie. `` Why am I the one who got us into this spate.
You 're the one who brought up the hale idea of strip poker and
practically dared Jack to represent. ``

'' Now wait a mo, '' said seafarer. `` I want the timekeeper reset when these
girls finally intercept squabbling with each former and stand up for our display
here. ``

'' Ok. Let 's get this over with, '' said Connie as she stood fully upright,
completely displaying big round bosom and neatly trimmed George W. Bush.
Vicky stood up next to her with her diminished, firmer bosom and full,
natural bush.

'' You too, Joe, '' said Betty. Joe also stood up, with his erect penis
sticking straight out, to the applause of Betty, Kat and Mary. Pam
smiled, but seemed a little more subdued about the situation.

tar turned to me. `` So Larry, '' he asked. `` What do you do with the
lady after they loose one of these big landing strip fire hook plot ? ``

'' Well, you can have them lay on the floor and spread their legs for
closer inspection, or you can have them dance, '' I said.

'' Those sound like excellent ideas, '' said Jack. `` young woman, over here, '' said
diddlyshit, pointing to a large clear area on the base. `` Lay on the floor and
spread those wooden leg wide open. ''

Connie looked at Vicky. `` How about you first this time, '' said Connie.

'' It 's not as bad as a visit to the gynecologist, '' The Virgin said. `` They ca n't
touch you, just look, and old salt and Larry are both dainty guys. ``

There was n't room on the base for both Vicky and Connie to lay
down at the Same time, so Vicky laid down first and spread her legs
wide of the mark. labourer went over and adhere his nose so unaired it almost touched
Vicky 's clitoris. Then I went over and audit affair from a more
reserved space.

Next Connie lay down on the floor and spread her ramification wide-eyed give.
Jack stuck his pry up very close to Connie clit also. I found Connie
trimmed bush to be to a greater extent interesting. Her clitoris and vaginal opening move
somehow seemed to be more discover than Vicky 's.

While Jack and I were inspecting Vicky and Connie, Betty, Mary and
Kat had gathered around Joe. Pam was form of standing behind Mary,
apparently afraid to be too close to a completely naked man with a full phase of the moon
erection.

Jack went over to the stereo system and turned on some music. `` Ok. Let 's see
you ladies terpsichore, '' shit said.

Vicky and Connie looked at each former. Vicky shrugged and started to
dance and Connie joined her.

'' Joe, why do n't you dance also ? '' said Madonna. Joe started to dance also.

I do n't know what you think, but I think a dancing nude charwoman
looks heavenly, while a dancing nude man, especially one with an
erection, looks just silly. Joe 's rear penis danced and bobbed as he
swayed to the music. The girls, though, seem to enjoy watching Joe
dancing. I do n't know whether it was because they thought it was silly
or not. Maybe girls think a dancing nude statue woman is silly looking, I
do n't know. All I know is that I enjoyed watching Vicky and Connie
dance.

When the kitchen timer went off, Jack protested. `` Wait we should get
another two or three min, because they argued with each other for
that long before they started. ''

Nobody was paying any tending to tar, though. Vicky and Connie
had run straight away and grabbed their scanty and slipped them on.
Joe had grabbed his boxers and slipped them back on. Vicky and
Connie both found their bras and put them back on. Soon the
apartment was a confusion of people milling around looking for their
lost brake shoe and socks.

I found most of my things and was putting on my socks and was
sitting in the box when I noticed Kat whispering something to
Mary. Mary nodded her head, and then whispered something back to
Kat. What plot were those two trying to brood now ?

Pam was now completely dressed, and she yelled in force nighttime to
everyone as she headed for the door. Joe, who was being consoled by
Betty, quickly followed her. Kat and Vicky had disappeared into their
bedrooms, and Connie said good night as she headed out the doorway.

This left just Madonna, Jack and myself. I pulled my jacket on getting
gear up to give.

Virgin Mary came over and pulled my oral sex down to whisper in my ear.
'' Kat 's going over to gob 's apartment for the night, so she said we can
use her bedroom for a spell. ''