I picked Madonna up at her dorm the next night and we walked over to
the dramatic art, where we were presuppose to touch the others.

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

'' I do n't know if I like the sound of that, '' I said. `` You know the old
Chinese swearing : ` May you live in interesting times'. Maybe I should
just quit while I 'm ahead. ``

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

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

'' Well, we have to recollect matter over for small while, but I think you 'll
like Sharon 's approximation when you hear them, '' The Virgin replied.

I decided to change the subject. `` How did you do your midterms ? '' I
asked.

'' I did ok, '' Blessed Virgin replied. `` I guess I should n't quetch, but I really
expected as hard as I studied, I would ace virtually of them. I 'm really
wondering if I 'm cut out to be an engineer. What about you ? How did
you do ? ``

'' I did ok in everything, except German, '' I replied. Actually, I got an
A on all my midterm, except in German, but after what Blessed Virgin had
said, I did n't want to boast about it. `` I barely got a C in German. I 'm
going to give birth to work really difficult on German language just to blow over. ``

When we got to the theater, there already were two girls out front
The Virgin recognized, but I did n't. Blessed Virgin 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 airstrip poker game
game the dark before. Vicky and Kat were also technology students,
like The Virgin, but they were sophomores and lived together in the
University Terraces flat.

While we chatted, Betty arrived with Joe from last nighttime 's game.
wellspring, at least I was not going to be the only guy with this radical of
female person engine room students. However, Betty had been at the showtime flight strip
fire hook game, and had seen me without my underdrawers. That somehow made
me feel uncomfortable. The Virgin had, of course of action, seen me too, and, in fact,
Madonna probably got a expert 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 the great unwashed
who 've seen me defenseless are you expecting tonight ? '' I asked.

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

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

Next a guy arrived by himself. Jack was another engineering bookman.
All the girls seemed to cognize him, but after we got into the motion-picture show, he
sat next to Kat.

Finally three Thomas More girls and one guy arrived in a group. The little girl 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 dorm, which is
where I must give seen him. Phil, Pam and Leslie were all
Engineering educatee, but Connie, refreshingly, was a euphony major.
Phil and Leslie had obviously come together, but I never did figure
out what joining, if any, Pam or Connie had with Leslie or Phil.

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

The motion picture was one of those amorous drollery where the star-crossed
fan miss connecting over and over, until the final scene, when they
finally find true honey in each other 's arms. There was no actual suspense
in this. From the very first scene in the film, it was obvious that in
the finally view the actor and actress who had their figure above the title
would be in each other 's arms as the credits rolled. The entirely question
is what amusing adventures would they have along the way.
Definitely not a guy moving picture, but the fille all seem to like it, and they
were apparently the ones who picked this movie in the first of all place.

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

U Terraces, as it was usually known, is a fairly new, apartment
edifice, but it reminded me of a dorm. The way the lobby and
hall are decorated just strike me as having that institutionally
bland quality which is the earmark of dorm interior decoration. The apartments
themselves are small and furnished with what I swear is the same
piece of furniture my dental practitioner has in his waiting room. In venom of this, Kat and
Vicky had done a good job of decorating, and their flat looked
like real masses lived in it. There was one room, which served as the
living elbow room, dinning elbow room and kitchenette, and then there were two
very small sleeping accommodation.

With all nine of us in the life room/kitchenette the apartment felt
crowded. Jack turned on the TV and then began the male person past clock time of
channel surfing, but Vicky and Kat did not have cable system, so you could
only get 4 channel. 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 sustain to do some `` whatever ''.

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

'' Stan, huh, '' Vicky replied. `` He was only interested in one affair, and I
said no. He 's probably out looking for some new conquering 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 go on his custody off of a girl, and the only affair he wants
to do is go back to his apartment and dally airstrip poker. ``

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

'' Oh do n't be silly, Jack, '' snapped Vicky. `` Vicky 's geological dating rule
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 encounter striptease poker period, '' answered Jack.

'' That 's not true, '' said Vicky defensively. `` I know how to flirt poker
and with the justly people I would play strip show poker, provided that 's all
it was. No sex, no debauchery afterwards, just funnies salamander where the loser
takes off his clothes. ``

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

Vicky smiled, and turned to Kat. `` Kat, you should take Jack to one of
Sharon 's striptease poker games and get this strip poker thing out of his
system. After he loses his pants in figurehead of a bunch of girls, he
would n't act like this all the clip. ``

'' What strip poker game at Sharon 's ? '' asked Jack. `` How issue forth
nobody invited me ? ``

'' I never mentioned it because I have n't a hint how to roleplay poker, ''
said Kat. `` In a strip show poker plot, I might as well just take my clothes
off at the head start, cause that 's what would happen anyway, if I tried to
play. ``

'' Sounds thoroughly to me, '' replied diddlysquat. `` I 'll go happen the cards. ``

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

'' Well, if you 're too shy for strip fire hook, I 'm not, '' said manual laborer. `` So when
is this cartoon 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 Jack. `` You said you knew how to
sport stove poker, and that you were not afraid to play strip fire hook. We can
go together. ``

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

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

'' It 's ok with me, '' Kat said, with a smile. `` Provided, of class, '' she
added. `` That I get to watch jak lose his pants. ``

'' Then we are all set, '' said mariner. `` When is this big secret plan at Sharon 's. ``

'' Not so fast, hot shot, '' said Betty. `` witness are n't allowed at flight strip
poker games, so Kat ca n't tag along to watch you drop your hooking. ''

'' Well, if I ca n't check, then ... I guess you 're out of luck, diddly-squat, '' said
Kat with a shrug and a smile.

Jack stared at Kat for several secondment, then turned to the rest of us.
'' So, are all the quietus of you going to this big game. ``

I looked at Blessed Virgin wondering what we were supposed to say. Finally,
Pam broke the silence. `` Actually, I think the big plot was conclusion dark. ``

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

'' Do n't look at me, '' replied Pam. `` I was n't there. Virgin Mary and Betty here
are the poker sharks. ``

Jack turned to Blessed Virgin with a surprised look. `` You played in a strip
poker game game ? ``

'' Do n't depend so storm, squat, '' replied Mary. `` I won too. ``

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

'' Yeah, it straight, '' I said. `` Mary and Betty both have never even lost
their blouse. ``

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

'' Well, I 'm not certainly it 's a secure idea to say too much about who the
unsuccessful person were, '' said Betty.

'' The way we play, the biz ends when the first individual ` loses'all
their clothes, '' said Blessed Virgin, `` although, in the inaugural secret plan two players lost
all their clothes on the Saame paw. ``

'' get-go secret plan ? '' said shit with surprise. `` How many of these games
have I missed. ``

'' Just two, '' said Mary.

'' So when is the next biz, '' asked jackfruit.

Betty and Mary looked at each other. `` I do n't know, '' Madonna said.

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

Mary laughed. `` I talked to Sharon this morning. She has some
interesting ideas, so there is a good chance there will be more games. ``

'' Alright, Kat, we have to encounter a way to go the following plot, '' said Jack.

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

'' Maybe we can get them to change the formula, or something, '' said
Jack.

Pam had been sitting quietly at the position, while jak interrogated us,
but suddenly she spoke up. `` You know end summer when I was back
place, I went to a natal day party for a guy I had known in senior high schooling.
The guys at the political party claimed they wanted to hire a sprigger for the
party, but they could n't open one, so they went around asking all the
girl at the party to volunteer to be the stripper. We all refused, of
course. Then they dared some of the girlfriend to represent a game, with the
loser being the stripper. I refused to do that too, but one or two girls
had trouble saying no to dares, and the Guy finally convinced them
to go along, if all the other girls would hold. I did n't like this at all,
but I finally went along because I did n't want to be the only one. ``

Pam had seemed like a quiet girl, but she was clearly excited as she
continued. `` Well ... for the secret plan all the girls just took turns drawing
cards, and whoever got some menu, the ace of nigga I think, had to be
the stripper. It was a silly game, but boy was it a Benjamin Rush. I was never so
terrified and well ... excited. I was terrified every prison term I had to pull back a
notice, and ... well ... I actually was hoping someone else would get the
board, so I did n't give birth to take another one. When some other fille
finally got the circuit card, I was really relieved, and I boy am I glad I did n't
lose. Those guy cable did not regale the loser very well. ``

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

'' Well, she tried to be a good sport about it, but she really did n't want
to take her bra off. The cat practically ripped her bra off. After that,
her young man finally put a diaphragm to the hale think. ``

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

'' Well ... I 've thought a lot about that. I 'm not really sure enough, but I guess I
would have done it. I would birth tried to avoid taking my bra off too,
but I did n't take in a boyfriend there to save up me, so I probably would
have taken it off. ``

'' Well there, Kat, '' said Jack. `` You can wager Pam 's biz. I 'll get a
deck of cards for you girls. ``

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

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

'' I never said that, '' said Kat. `` Besides, none of these early daughter would
go along with it, even on your birthday. ``

'' Oh I do n't know about that, '' said Jack. `` Mary and Betty here are the
strip show poker genius. Vicky just told me she would play strip poker.
I bet Pam would wish to dally this plot again. What about you
Connie ? ``

Connie giggled. `` fountainhead, I admit I have played slip fire hook before. ``

'' Well ... '' said mariner, after a pause. `` Come on Connie, what happened ? ``

Connie giggled again, then continued. `` Last spring 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 strip poker. Well, I know how to
shimmer poker too, so I finally agreed, just to get a chance to exhibit him
up. Well, to make a long story short, I won. Steve was naked, and I
had only lost my blouse. ``

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

Connie giggled, and blushed a fiddling bit. `` No, I did n't give right then.
Steve suggested we should save playing for party favor. ``

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

'' Well ... '' replied Connie. `` I still had three pieces of clothes to drop off
before I would lose a favor, so ... yeah, I agreed. ``

'' What happened ? '' asked Pam.

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

Everyone was now staring at Connie, and she was obviously shy
about tell this part of the story. Vicky pressed her. `` What kind of a
` favour'did you ask for ? ``

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

'' You mean jack off ? '' injected jack. Connie nodded yes.

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

'' Yeah, he did it, '' said Connie with a devilish grinning. `` 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. `` wellspring, ... if I lost, ... I 'd probably ended up giving
him a ... you know ... '' After several seconds of silence, she finally
added. `` ... a cock sucking. ``

This story had produced a big jut in my jeans, and I had to adjust
my stead slightly to relieve the pressing of my erecting on my
jeans. After a few second base of secretiveness Vicky spoke. `` Boy, Connie, you
like to live dangerously. I would never do that. ``

I found this unscathed conversation hard to believe. Were there really
guys like Stan and Steve who 's idea of a day of the month was to ask a girl back to
their room for strip poker that ended in sexual `` favour ? '' Did this
technique really work out ? Was it this wanton to get laid ? What percentage
of girls would actually come back to your room and play flight strip poker
with you ? Vicky had refused Stan, but Connie had said yes to Steve.
Would The Virgin come up back to my elbow room for a buck private airstrip poker biz ?

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

'' I agree with Vicky, '' said Pam. `` I would only go back to a bozo way
for striptease poker, if I wanted to slumber with him. ``

'' Let me get this straight, '' said laborer. `` If I ask a girl back to my elbow room
for flight strip poker, and she agrees, then that means she wants to slumber
with me ? ``

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

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

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

'' No, never, '' I said.

'' I do n't consider there are that many guys like Stan and Steve, but they
have to ask a lot of girls, '' said Connie. `` Even if a female child says yes, they
are only going to play one or two plot with her. Then they get bored
with her, and are out looking for a new opponent. Steve has hit on
almost every girl I know in the medicine department. ``

`` I do n't know about Stan, but I suspect your right Connie, '' said
Vicky. `` Any guy who asks you to meet strip poker is not looking for a
farseeing term relationship. You guys should n't sense you 've missed out on
anything. I think you guys are all Nice, even you jackfruit. ''

If this was a random sample of little girl, strip salamander was looking like a
low probability of success approach, unless the girl really wanted to
eternal rest with you. If every daughter always said no, you would think guy wire like
Stan and Steve would contain asking quickly. The fact that there were
guys like this means that some girls must say yes. I wonder if all these
girls were really telling the truth about saying no ?

'' well, I 'm going to let to face Stan up and ask him about this slip
poker thing, '' said Jack. Then jack turned to Connie. `` Do I make love this
Steve ? '' he asked.

'' I do n't think 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 spill about it. ``

'' Well, I 'm the height of delicacy, '' said Jack. `` If you just point him
out to me, I would never even mention your name, much less quotation
what you did. ``

Another thought occurred to me. I was a virgin. Charlene had told
Marc, my roommate, that Blessed Virgin was a Virgo the Virgin too, but how many of
these other masses here tonight were virgin ? It seemed probable that
diddly and Kat were sleeping together. Vicky and Pam had both added
the ` unless I wanted to kip with him'clause to their no strip salamander
declaration, so I would guess they had late experience. Connie
sure did n't sound inexperienced. All this lecture about strip show games did n't
seem like something that you would do in straw man of virgins, unless you
were trying to seduce them or something. They probably all assumed
that since I had gone to two funnies poker games with Virgin Mary, we must
have slept together. This, of course, begged the obvious dubiousness,
which I avoided trying to think about.

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

'' So what conspiracy have you girls cooked up tonight ? '' asked Jack.

'' No conspiracy, '' said Mary. `` It 's just that you 're such a skillful guy,
Jack, that we wanted to help oneself you get over this strip poker thing. ``

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

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

Another strip poker secret plan ? This was not at all what I had in mind for
this eve !

'' We 'll see how much you like strip salamander after you 've lost your
trouser, '' added Kat.

'' Well, this is a pretty ruffian gang, '' said Jack. `` Mary, Betty, and
Connie are all undefeated at this game, but I think I can beat you girls
out of your panties. ``

'' Well, let me excuse the formula we propose. start, absolutely no sex,
and no touching either. Since a number of citizenry do n't know how to
playing period stove poker, and we have more girls then guy cable, we though we would
play as squad. There are nine of us, so we could shape three squad of
three histrion each. Each team could have 2 girls and 1 guy. Each team
would also hold a duo of masses who understood poker and one
who did n't. The secret plan would end when one of the team had lost all
their wearing apparel. There would be a ten minute punishment period in which we
all get to ogle to the also-ran ... ah ... natural beauty, then we put our
clothes back on and go place. ``

I looked around the room. Vicky 's center seem to be looking daggers at
Kat. Vicky had expected Kat to get her out of her boasting of being
volition to play divest poker game. Now it was going to be very hard for
Vicky to get out of this game. Pam did not expect very excited either.
Connie had a little smile on her side, like she really liked the idea. Joe
seemed to like the idea, and diddlyshit, of course, loved it.

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

'' Hold on just a minute here, '' said Mary. `` number one let 's receive out if
everyone wants to act. DOE everyone accord to fiddle. ``

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
relaxation of us. No one raised any expostulation, so after a few instant, Mary
continued. `` Ok, secure. Then lets put Kat and Jack on one team, and ... ''

'' Wait a minute, '' said Kat, cutting off Mary in mid-sentence. `` I want
to be able to savor it when squat loses his pants. I want to be on a
different squad. ``

'' I want to relish seaman losing his gasp too, '' said Vicky.

After a few more arcminute of negotiations, we decided not to put any
twain on the same team. Mary, Pam and Jack ended up on one team.
Vicky, Connie and Joe on another, and I was on a team with Kat and
Betty.

While this was going on, Mary came over to babble out to me. `` You do n't
look to thrilled with this melodic theme, '' she whispered to me. `` This is every
guys fantasy, playing comic strip poker with all these girls. get on Larry,
even if your squad loses you are still going to get to see two nude
girls. ``

This was genuine, but I had seen quite a few naked young woman cobbler's last night.

'' Well, I sort of had a different theme of this evening, '' I whispered back
to Mary.

'' Yeah, I bet, '' Mary said. `` fountainhead, maybe we can deliver some clock time
together after this is over. Who knows ? You might get to see me
naked tonight. ``

Then Mary turned to the whole group. `` Now we need to decide
exactly how we are going to act this. In the rules we have been
using, it was five chips to each piece of clothes, but we would be here
all night if we played by those rules with only three hand. ``

There followed a discussion of how to actually act as. It was quickly
agreed that only one person from each team would meet each hand.
The other penis of the team could not help the thespian with
deciding to bet or fold, but not all member of the squad had to take a
turn playing hands. Kat and Pam both said they did not want to play
any hands.

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

old salt did not like everyone having to evidence their paw and the team
with the low hand giving one while to the squad with the high script.
Jack complained this made it difficult to bluff out. Virgin Mary explained this
linguistic rule was so masses would n't just close all the time. laborer suggested we
have a must bet prescript in the first round instead. If any team had an
opening deal then, the early teams had to see the one piece bet in the
first round of drinks. Everyone agreed to that.

Betty thought with these rules the secret plan might take way to long with
only three handwriting. If none of us played stupidly, we could deal clothes
around for hours with these rules. She proposed that each squad would
ante one art object of wearing apparel every hand, which would go out of the game,
and not be office of the pot. This would think of that as the hand went by
there would be fewer and fewer pieces of apparel, so no mater how
even the secret plan was, eventually person would get stripped. Everyone
agreed to this, but Kat was worried that once a piece of clothes was
anted away, you could never get it back, and this did not look fair.

'' 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 true. Kat was kind of flat chested, and I
thought I could see the lineation of her erect teat in her tee shirt.

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

There followed a prospicient discussion of teams trading clothes with each
early and with the ante mound. Finally it was decided to keep thing as
simple as possible, there would be no trading of clothes between
teams, but you could trade one piece of your own wearing apparel for another
patch in the ante pile. This means, if Kat had anted her bra, and won
her horseshoe back, she could switch her shoes for her bra in the ante pile.

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



The Team biz

'' If we are going to be playing strip stove poker, I think I better turn up the
heating plant, '' Vicky said. As Vicky went off to make the adjustments to the
thermostat, I wondered if she knew that she had just said something
that could get a three-fold meaning, or was that just my imagination.

'' Let 's saucer strategy here, Larry, '' said Betty, interrupting my
reverie. `` Have you ever played in a small salamander 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 game, any high dyad is a good hired hand, '' Betty
said.

'' Are we playing manual laborer to open ? '' I asked.

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

Betty turned to the all grouping. `` Larry brings up a near item. In our
other big poker biz we played jacks to open, but in a three handed
game, that does n't really work. I propose a twosome of anything as the
lower limit hand to open. ``

nobody had any remonstrance, so Betty turned back to Kat and me. `` We
have to decide what guild we bet our clothes, '' Betty said.

'' I think we should bet all of Larry 's dress, then all of Betty 's, then
mine last, '' said Kat.

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

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

Certainly there was some logic to Betty 's proposal. `` All right, I
guess, '' I said. That meant I had to ante my shoes on the 1st hand.

'' Ok, Larry, '' said Betty. `` Since it 's your horseshoe, you can play the first
handwriting. ``

I bent over and untied my shoes and held them in my handwriting.
Apparently the early squad had overheard Betty, or had independently
come to the same determination, since jackass 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 street corner of
the apartment, but we all knew what Madonna meant. I tossed my shoes
onto the kitchenette floor and sat down on the flooring next to the coffee
mesa, while squat shuffled the cards and dealt out three men on the
coffee tree mesa. I picked up my cards and looked at my manus. I had junk,
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
shoes on the table. `` I 'll open, '' she said.

Jack turned toward Mary. `` Mary, we need your shoes to open, '' Jack
said. Madonna already had her shoes off, and handed them to seaman to
topographic point on the coffee bean table.

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

I looked at my new card game. I had some high-pitched board, but still just debris.
Connie must throw had a yoke to unfold, and Jack might have two pair, so
I was clearly out of this hand.

Connie was staring at Jack. Clearly, she was wondering what doodly-squat had
too. Jack could induce two couple, or he could have been trying to take a
straight or moneyed, in which case he might have nothing.

Finally, Connie passed. Jack looked at his visiting card again, and laid them
face down on the tabular array. `` Ok, we are going to raise by three, so one
part of apparel each, '' he said.

diddly took off socks placed them on the table. Mary took off her socks
and Pam handed Jack her shoes.

I folded and it was up to Connie. Connie looked at her mitt again,
then shook her heading, and folded too.

'' Alright ! '' exclaimed diddlyshit, as he grabbed the wearing apparel off the coffee tree
board. `` I like this secret plan already. '' diddlyshit pulled his socks back on, and
handed Virgin Mary and Pam their clothes.

Mary pulled her socks and shoes back on. `` Time to ante for the next
hired hand, '' she said. `` jack, ante one those pair of skid for us. ``

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

Kat did not look 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 squad.

As I studied Jack, I wonder what he really had. old salt was the one who
thought bluffing was an important part of poker. Had knave just bluffed
us into thinking he had two pairs by taking only one card and then
betting aggressively ? Well I only had junk, so there was aught I
could have done. I would have to watch knave and make sure he did n't
steal the game.

I stood up and let Betty sit down to shuffle the cards for the following script.
Betty dealt out the cards. I tried to get a peek at what she had, but all I
could see was some case cards. I had no idea what she had.

Joe had taken Connie 's station, and he passed. Blessed Virgin, replacing Jack,
also passed. `` I can open, '' Betty said. `` Larry, your wind cone. ``

I had forgotten that my socks would have to be the open bet, so it took
me a minute to pluck them off and hand them to Betty. Joe took off his
drogue to see the chess opening bet, and Madonna put somebody 's shoe into the
pot.

This time everyone took three cards. Since the other two squad had
passed, neither of them had a pair before the draw. Betty pulled her
socks off. `` I 'll open for one, '' she said.

Joe did not seem very happy, and he laid his card down. `` I 'll fold, '' he
said.

Mary was now looking carefully at Betty. `` I 'm going to heighten three, ''
she announced. `` I 'll demand one piece from each of you, '' she said
turning to diddlysquat and Pam. Mary put her own shoes and sock on the
table, then collected Pam 's brake shoe and Jack 's socks.

Betty never looked at her scorecard, but studied Mary carefully. `` Ok, I 'll
see that bet, '' Betty said. `` I need one art object from each of you. '' Betty
pulled her tight fitting blouse off over her point. As the knit blouse
came up over her bra, her large breasts seemed to pop out into view
next to me. Betty 's breast looked to be larger than any of the other
girls here tonight even with her blouse on, but now that I could see her
bra, I more fully appreciated just how enceinte they really were. Kat
pulled off her socks and handed them to Betty. I handed her my
crown, which was replacing my shirt for this game.

Betty laid the dress on the table. `` Ok, what have you got, The Virgin ? ''
she asked.

Mary laid her cards on the board. `` A span of queens, '' she said.

Betty scowled and dropped her cards. I could see a twosome of jacks.

'' Way to go Virgin Mary, '' exclaimed jak. `` I 'm liking this biz more and
more, '' he continued with his eyes fixed on Betty 's bra, and a little
grin on his lips.

Mary sorted their team 's dress from the pile in the middle of the
coffee table, and handed Pam her shoe. Then she turned to seaman.
'' Here, put your socks and horseshoe back on, '' Mary said. `` You have to
play the next mitt, Jack. make trusted 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 gob 's team keeps winning all the clothes ? ``

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

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

'' Ok, male child and young woman, '' said Jack. `` Time to ante for the future handwriting. ``

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 raft of clothes in the kitchenette. Kat was a rather tall, sparse
girl, and standing there without her shirt it was clear 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 same height, but
standing next to each other in their bras, they provided a stunning
line in the mixed bag of the female figure.

'' Larry, you have to work this future bridge player, '' said Betty. `` So stop staring
at your mate, and concentrate on the game. You 're going to
have to bet your bloomers on this hand. ``

I had forgotten about that. I was going to accept a little problem here.
From the commencement strip poker game, I had learned you should never play
strip poker game in bagger shorts. Boxers have a trouble with matter
popping out. Jockey short pants are much better. I had gone out and bought
a computer software of jockey short circuit for the second gear slip fire hook secret plan, but as
things turned out last Nox, I did n't need them. Tonight I was wearing
boxers again, so I would have to be very careful after I took my gasp
off.

I sat down next to the coffee mesa. Vicky added her wind sleeve to the ante
and Mary tossed somebody 's shoes into the ante agglomerate in the
kitchenette. Vicky shuffled the cards and look at them out. With a knot
in my stomach, I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a pair
of genius, a king, queen and a diddlyshit. If Betty was the right way about any high
pair being a good hired hand in this plot, then this could be a winning
handwriting.

Since Vicky had dealt, Jack was the outset to act. Jack grabbed
someone 's wind sock from his squad 's big bucks of clothes and tossed it into the
heart. `` I 'll afford, '' he announced.

This was the big moment. I stood up, unzipped and unbuttoned my
jeans. I carefully pulled the jeans down, making sure I did not drag the
bagger down with the jeans, and making sure that nothing popped out
of the shorts either. My erection was in the left leg of the packer
shorts, so there was little peril of it popping out the front pother, but I
had to be thrifty the leg did not come up high gear enough to reveal it. I
pulled the jean down and off one leg and then the other, then abruptly
sat down without standing up completely up.

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

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

Vicky turned to Connie. `` We need your socks, Connie. '' Connie took
her sock off and dropped them on the tabular array. Everyone took three
cards, which was a dear sign. It meant before the drawing card, a pair was the
better hired man anyone had, and I was holding the best pair possible. I
picked up my three new cards, but they were no avail, a jack, nine and
a two.

diddley began sorting through the stack of apparel his squad had won and
counted out three detail. `` I 'll open for three, '' he said.

I had expected him to open for one, but shit was taking advantage of
his teams perspective to make it harder on us. `` Ok, I 'm going to see that
bet, '' I said. `` We need one detail from each of us. ``

'' What ! '' said Kat. `` You 're going to bet my drawers ? Are you sure you
have a winning manus ? ``

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

Betty unfastened her jeans and began to slide them slowly over her
hips and down her pegleg, revealing simple pure E. B. White panties. She
stepped out the jeans one leg at a time and tossed them on the board,
and then sat down on the floor. Previously, she had been standing
behind me, but without her jeans she chose to sit.

'' Let me get this straight, '' said Kat. `` Larry is ` trusted'he has a winning
handwriting, 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 sure he had me musical rhythm, he would raise three rather
than just see the bet, '' said Jack with smile.

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

'' And jackfruit would just raise us back again, '' I added. `` You would then
have to shoot your panties off to bid that wage increase. I 'm sure I have him
pulse, but I 'm just calling his bet. ``

'' Ok, if we win, then I get my pant back, right hand ? '' 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 clothes on the coffee table. `` Are those your wind sleeve in the pot ? ''

'' Yeah, '' replied Kat.

'' Ok, '' said Betty. `` In that cause we can trade your wind cone for your shirt. ``

'' I hope you 're right about this script, Larry, '' said Kat, as she began to
unfasten her jeans. `` Otherwise, I 'm going to sitting here austere raw
in a mo. '' She slid the denim down her articulatio coxae, revealing low cut pink
satin panty. She pushed the jean down her second joint 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 hairs sticking out from under her panty.
Kat handed me her blue jean, and sat down on the floor 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 unity. Jack dropped his cards on the table.
'' Damn, '' was all he said.

I looked over at the menu. He had a duad of tens.

'' We won ? '' asked Kat.

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

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

'' Over here, Betty, '' said Jack-tar, picking up the shirt from his team 's
quite a little. `` I think I 'll ante it this unit of ammunition. '' Jack tossed Betty 's shirt into the
ante pile.

Betty picked out an unidentified pair of socks and tossed them into the
kitchenette for our ante. Joe had to ante his crown, which he was
wearing in place of a shirt.

Mary sat down at the board and began to mix the cards for the next
hand.

'' Ok Connie, it 's our turn 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 wit, and Betty sat down to toy the next bridge player for
us. Betty studied her cards, then grabbed a pair of socks from our stilt.
'' I 'll unfold for one, '' she said.

Connie was looking at her wit. She seemed sure-footed 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 chief, revealing a White River bra
topped with lace. Connie 's knocker were minor than Betty 's, but
hardly what I would anticipate small. Her tee shirt became caught on an
earring, and Connie had to shinny with arms behind her head and
chest pushed out for a few seconds to free it. When she finally got it
free of her ear, she placed it in the pot. `` I 'll see the bet, '' she said.

Mary picked up my jacket, and placed it in the pot. `` I 'll see the bet
too, '' she said. That was the conclusion opus of dress that Blessed Virgin 's team had
won, so now they would have start betting their own clothes. Of
course of instruction, they still had nearly of their shoes and windsock, so that was not a
big deal.

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

Kat looked at Betty then pulled her tee shirt back off over her oral sex
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 bit from each of you. ``

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

Kat leaned over to me. `` How did you know that you had jak pulse ? ``

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

'' Well, everyone took three, so I knew the best Jack had before the
standoff was a pair, '' I whispered to Kat, as I watched Connie carefully
mould her jeans over her rose hip. `` I was holding the salutary possible pair, so
I had him beat before the draw, '' I continued, as Connie pushed her
jeans down her legs, displaying white scanty, decorated with blue and
read flowers. `` Jack could have gotten a s dyad or three of form in
the draw play, but the luck of that seemed low, so I figured I had him
beat, '' I said, as Connie stepped out of first one leg and then the other.
Then she placed her trouser in the pot and sat down next to the table,
hiding her step-in from my target view.

Joe also tossed his pants into the pot, and sat down. My attention had
been focused on Connie, but Joe was a wear off jockey drawers, 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 trouser on an educated guess ? ``

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

The Virgin shook her head. `` No way, I fold. ``

Connie laid her visiting card on the table. `` I have a pair of big businessman, '' she said.
'' What have you got, Betty ? ''

Betty slowly spread her cards on the table. `` A twain of queens and a
couplet of tens. ``

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

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

'' It looks like it, '' I said, as Betty pulled the pile of clothes off the
table. Betty found Kat 's tee shirt and handed it back to her to fall away on.

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

'' I had a pair of business leader, '' Connie protested. `` How was I suppose to
know she had drawn a second pair ? ``

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

I smiled and shrugged. I helped Betty get all the apparel we had won
off the deep brown table. I picked up a duo of socks. `` sentence to ante for the
next hand, '' I said as I tossed the windsock into the growing ante lot in
the kitchenette. Mary took off her skid and brought them over to
home in the ante pile. I sat down and started to shuffle the board for
the next hand.

Vicky was still glaring at Connie. `` Now I 'm going to have to ante my
trouser, '' Vicky complained to Connie. `` That 's going to make it hard to
even win them back. '' Vicky unfastened her jeans and pushed them
down her articulatio coxae, making for sure she did not drag her panty down with
the denim. Then she slid her blue jean down her thigh, revealing bright red
panties. She stepped out of one leg of her denim and then pushed them
down the former leg. She stepped out of the jean, stood up and tossed
the denim into the ante pile. The legal brief glance of Vicky 's pure T. H. White
bra and bright red panties before she sat down looked ... well, peculiar.
Vicky seemed to realize this too. `` I 'd have worn matching underwear,
if I 'd known we 'd be playing striptease poker, '' she said.

I dealt out the three mitt, and picked up my five wag. I had a duad of
sixes, a ten, a three, and a two. I figured I would need another six or
another pair to have this helping hand a victor. Vicky and Jack had picked
up their helping hand and were studying them. Vicky passed, but jackfruit
opened with Pam 's shoes. I saw the bet with a pair of air sock from our
collection.

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

Everyone took three batting order. I looked at my three new cards, but they
were no service, so all I had was a pair of sixes.

'' I 'll afford for one, '' labourer said. He took off his own air-sleeve and placed
them on the table.

It seemed to me that the pair of 6 I had was unbelievable to win a
face-off. On the other hand, Jack would have opened for three, if
he had a really practiced manus, so maybe he only had a low twain. I picked
out a twosome of windsock from our clothes pile and tossed it on the mesa to
see the bet.

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

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

`` What you got, Larry ? '' asked Jack, as he laid his add-in on the table.

'' A distich of Captain Hicks, '' I said rather meekly.

'' commodity, '' said Jack. `` I got a dyad of eight 's. ``

Joe turned to Connie. `` I only had a duet of heptad, so your lucky I
folded. ``

'' wellspring, ... ` favorable'is n't the way I would describe it, '' Connie replied
sarcastically. `` Now my bra goes into the ante pile. ``

As Jack gathered in the modest pot of clothes he had just won, everyone
else 's care 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 formula said you had to standup to take off your underwear, '' said
Jack. `` So I think Connie should standup. ``

Connie looked at manual laborer, then to Mary. `` I think Jack is good, '' Mary
said. `` We did say you had to stand up to postulate off your underclothes. ``

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

'' Also remember the rule that you can not report your bosom up with
your hands, '' said Jack.

Connie glared at Jack, but did n't say anything. She seemed fixed
there holding her bra against her breasts for what seemed like an
timelessness, but was probably only a few s. I was beginning to
think that Connie was going to pass up to remove her bra and end the
secret plan right there. `` Here goes, '' she finally said and let the bra pearl
away from her breasts. Connie 's knocker were actually quite large, not
by the standards of man-about-town or Penthouse, but given the three in the
physique example I had seen at hold up night 's strip show poker game, Connie
compared very favorably. With the supporting of her bra removed, the
breasts drooped noticeably, giving them a rounded expression. Connie
tossed her bra into the kitchenette ante mess and sat down.

Vicky gathered up the cards and began to scuffle for the future script.
Blessed Virgin grabbed mortal 's socks from her team 's win and tossed
them into the kitchenette. Betty grabbed a shirt from our pile and
tossed it into the ante. I sat starring at the tumid nipples on Connie 's
breasts.

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

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

Mary was the initiative to act, and she grabbed a brace of socks from her
team 's bundle and opened for one. Betty tossed my cap, which I had
never bothered to put back on, into the pot to see the bet. Now all heart
turned to Vicky, who was going to have to open with her bra.

Vicky smiled, and stood up. She reached behind her and untied
her bra, then holding the bra with first one hand and then the former,
she threaded her blazon out of the articulatio humeri shoulder strap, while holding the bra
tightly against her white meat. Vicky only paused for a second, then
dropped her bra away from her titty, and abruptly sat down.
Vicky 's breasts were not as big as Connie 's, but they were Sir Thomas More
pyramid shaped, and reminded me of the G Teton Sioux I had seen hold up
night.

Everybody took three placard, although I was not really paying much
care. My eyes kept going back and forth between Vicky 's peaks
and Connie more rounded excrescence.

Mary turned to Jack and Pam. `` I 'm opening for three, so I 'll need one
piece from each of you. '' The Virgin picked up a shirt, which was the cobbler's last
item in their squad 's winnings, and threw it into the pot. Pam gave her
shoe to Mary and Jack handed his socks to her.

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

Now everyone looked at Vicky. I had not been paying too much
aid to the game, but now I realized that Vicky 's team only had
three items 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 publicize it next
hand. Vicky picked her cards up again and looked at them to repeat
mark what she had in her hand. Then she took a mystifying breath, which
caused her breasts to thrust forward and hang back. `` I 'm going to see
this bet, so we are going to have drop cloth our pantie here. ``

Vicky stood up slowly, got a hold of both slope of her bright red
step-in, then quickly slid them down to her knees, and stepped out of
them one leg at a metre. 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 coffee 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 little reluctant, and when he stood up, I could see why.
There was a huge bump in the presence of his jockey sorts. Joe suddenly
grabbed his shorts and pushed them down to his ankle joint in a single
movement. Then he sat down and brought his branch up to cover his
erection. He shook his shorts off his articulatio talocruralis and handed them to Vicky.
In spite of his try, from my angle I had clearly seen his erecting
pop out as soon as his shortstop 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, similar to what Joe had done, but Connie
seem sander and more fluid in her motion, and, of course, nil
popped up when she lowered her step-in. Although I caught only a
very brief glimpse, Connie 's George H.W. Bush seemed much pocket-size and looked
like it had been trimmed, like a playboy or Penthouse model. Connie
pulled her panty off her ankles and handed them to Vicky. `` You
better win these right back for me, '' Connie said.

'' Ok, I 've got a yoke of ace 's, '' said Mary, as she laid her add-in on the
table.

Betty dropped her cards without input. But a big smile spread
over Vicky face as she spread out her circuit card. `` Two twosome, power and
jackfruit, '' Vicky beamed. She immediately grabbed her red scanty off
the coffee table, slipped them over her ankles, up her leg, down her
thighs, and over her pelvic arch without getting off the base. She then
grabbed Connie 's scanty and handed them to her, and then Joe 's
boxers to him. Vicky then took her bra off the tabular array and slipped it on
over her shoulders.

Connie also slipped her panty on without getting up, but once her
pantie were on, she joined Vicky sorting through the big raft of
clothes they had just won. Connie found her pants. `` I 'm going to trade
this for my bra, '' she said. As Connie walked past me towards the
kitchenette, I could see her bosom bouncing up and down with each
footstep. Connie dropped her pants, and picked up her bra and held it up
to her breasts while she threaded her arms through the articulatio humeri strap.
With the bra in seat, she reached hindquarters and expertly refastened the
clasp.

Joe meanwhile had slipped his short circuit back on and was now looking
for more of his own clothes. He found his shirt and pants, and slipped
them back on.

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

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

I looked around at the billet. We had used up all the clothes in our
spile on the previous hand. We were wearing a few more particular of
article of clothing than Vicky, Connie and Joe, but they had a nap of clothes
they had just won. Mary and Pam still had their stockings. We were
the team with the few point of clothing again.

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

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

Connie grabbed a pair of shoes from their winnings and tossed them
into the ante galvanic pile. Mary took off her socks and flip them into the
kitchenette.

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

mariner shuffled the cards and lot out three hands. I sat down and
picked up my calling card. I had a couplet of wizard, a nine, a seven, and a two.
This was the kind of winning hand we needed right now. As the world-class
to act, I wanted to open up. I looked around at Betty and Kat. Then I
realized the opening bet was my bloomers. I stood up unfastened my
dungaree, then realized my erecting was going to pop out the movement of my
bagger. I reached down and pushed it to the slope then pushed my jean
down and stepped out of one leg and then the other. I dropped them
on the table and sat down. I looked up and saw both Blessed Virgin and Pam
smiling at my discomfort.

Connie tossed a span of socks from her pile into the pot. Jack turned to
Pam, who pulled off her sheer stockings and added them to the pot.
Everyone took three cards, so with a pair of aces, I had the best paw
before the attractor.

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

'' We are going to open 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 vex, this one
is a sure thing. '' Kat unfastened her jean and pushed them down her
hips past her low cut garden pink satin panty and then down her second joint. She
stepped out of get-go one leg and then the other. She handed me the
jeans and then sat down.

Betty had unfastened her jeans and quickly pushed them off her hip joint,
past her simple white step-in and down her pegleg. She stepped out of
each leg and sat down. I stepped over and collected the jeans and
added both pair to the pot.

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

gob 's bill were laying expression down on the table. `` Way too full-bodied for
me, I fold, '' he said.

I passed Betty and Kat their denim, then slither my own jean on without
standing up. I pulled my tee shirt back on over my head. After
reclaiming our apparel from the pot, our winning consisted of just two
pairs of sock. I guess I had over played my hand.

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

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

Betty nodded, then picked up some Male athletic wind sleeve and tossed
them into the ante pile. Joe threw another pair of cleaning woman 's shear
wind sleeve into the ante from his collection. Jack took off his cap, which
he was wearing for a shirt, and brought it over to add to the passel
covering the kitchenette floor.

Betty sat down and began to shuffle the wag, then dealt out three
hired hand. Joe picked up my crown and placed it on the coffee table to
spread.

Mary stood up and I suddenly realized that her team had finally run
out of horseshoe and drogue. Mary quickly pulled her blue perspirer off over
her head, revealing a white lacy bra over generous breast. In the two
previous flight strip poker games, I had never even seen Mary 's bra, but now
my heart was racing faster as The Virgin smiled at me and sat down.
The Virgin 's white meat were smaller than Betty or Connie, but the extrusion in my
pants kept getting bigger.

Everyone took three bill, but my eye were staring at the lace in
Mary 's bra, trying to visualize what was hiding beneath the whiteness
there.

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

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

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

Joe stood up, unfastened his blue jean and slip them down his legs. With
my attending focused elsewhere, I had not realized that his squad had
used the last clothes from their galvanic pile, and now had to bet the clothes
they were wearing. Joe stepped out of his jeans and dropped them
onto the burnt umber mesa, sat down. `` I 'm opening for one, '' he announced.

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

Now we turned and looked at Mary. Mary turned to Pam. `` I 'm going
to see the bet, '' Mary said. Pam seemed stop dead, not sure what to do.
'' It 's not that bad ... It 's like wearing a bikini, '' Mary added. Pam slowly
stood up and pulled her recede fitting jumper over her head teacher, revealing a
white bra and lowly, but firm looking chest. Pam handed her sweater
to Mary, forced a smile and sat down. Mary dropped the perspirer 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 apparel. That 's Larry 's pants and shirt, and
Kat and my pants. ``

The gibbosity in my pants was bigger than it had ever been, and now I
was going to have to take my bloomers off again. I stood up and pulled
my tee shirt off again and tossed it on the table. Then I unfastened my
drawers and apply my hands to force my erection to the slope, then pushed
my gasp down to my articulatio genus and pulled them off one infantry and then the
former. I sat down, and handed the denim to Betty. I looked up and saw
The Virgin smiling across at me.

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

'' Maybe I should bar putting these back on, '' Kat said, as she wiggled
her dungaree over her hips, and down her thighs. She pulled one leg destitute,
then as she held up her other leg up to pull the jean off, I could see
the two pubic hairs still sticking out from under her pink satin panties.
Kat handed the jeans to Betty and sat down.

Betty stacked the jeans on the java table. `` I raise three, '' she said.

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

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

Betty passed Kat her jeans, and in bitchiness 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 head on the game. Do n't get
distracted by the scenery. ``

I sat down at the board and grabbed a yoke of charwoman 's socks and
tossed them into the ante deal. Jack stood up and unfastened his jeans.
mariner quickly pushed his jeans down to his knees, then pulled one leg
off, then the other. As he stood up to toss the jeans into the
kitchenette, I could see a huge bulge in his jockey shorts.

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

'' We 'll bear your panties in a minute, '' replied Jack.

Vicky now stood up and unfastened her drawers, pushed them down
over her hips, past the shining red panties, and down her thighs. She
pulled off one leg and then the other. Then she tossed the blue jean into
the kitchenette and sat down.

Kat 's reflexion that the ante cumulus seemed to be winning was coming
to run. One of our teams was going to misplace soon. I had to be careful it
was n't my squad. Vicky started to ruffle the calling card and trade out the
hands. I picked up my hand and looked at an ace, queen, nine, six and
five. Well, we had a piddling pile of wearing apparel, so I guess we did n't take to
win this hand that badly.

'' I ca n't open, '' diddly-shit said.

I shook my head. `` I ca n't open either. ``

'' I can open, '' 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 turned and looked at Mary.

'' Ok, I know, '' The Virgin said. Mary slowly stood up, her branch cadaver from
sitting on the floor. She unfastened her jeans and carefully pushed
them down over her hips, exposing white satin low cut scanty with
lace around the border. Blessed Virgin pushed her jean down near her ankles,
then stepped out of them one leg at a fourth dimension. She immediately sat down
and handed Jack the dungaree. diddley dropped them in the pot.

I sat there staring at Madonna 's bra and panty. I could still wee out the
smooth white satin as it went around her hips, although her legs
blocked any view of the front.

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

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

Everyone took three plug-in again. I picked up my three new cards and
saw a pair of eight 's and a four. This was better, but still did n't seem
like a winner.

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

'' Well, you could go first this fourth dimension, if you want, '' replied Connie. From
the silence it was authorise Vicky did not want to go first, so Connie
reluctantly stood up, unfastened her bra, pulled her arms out of each
of the shoulder straps, then pulled the bra away, letting her rounded
breast drop free. Connie then sat down and give Vicky her bra.

I turned to face at diddly-shit. `` I fold, '' he said immediately.

That left it up to me, and I was about to fold up. When I started to
marvel what Vicky really had. I had a pair of eight 's. Maybe Vicky
only had a pair of seven 's or six 's. Maybe I should see her bet to obtain
out. I looked down at our pile and counted three remaining items.
Then a thought occurred to me. Vicky did not own a outstanding deal,
otherwise she would cause opened for three. I picked up two shirts and
a twosome of dungaree from our pile tossed it in the nub. `` I 'm raising three, ''
I said.

I then stood up unfasten my blue jean and pushed my jeans down again.
In my excitement, I had forgotten about my boxers, and the head of
my penis popped out the front man of my shorts when I pushed my denim
down. I immediately saw the problem and pushed it back in over to
the side of meat, but there was and straightaway chorus of giggles from all the
young lady. I pulled the jeans off one leg and then the other 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 bear to bet her bra, Connie 's panties and Joe 's
underpants. She would n't do that unless she had a very well helping hand,
and I was hoping she did n't have that sort of a bridge player. I sat staring back
at Vicky trying not to dedicate away my fearfulness. If she called my bet, I had
lost my drawers.

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

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

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

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

'' A pair of jacks, '' replied Vicky.

I had actually bluffed her. I thought she had a low distich, but she had
folded a pair of jacks ! I could n't consider my luck.

Betty grabbed Madonna 's sweater from our mess and tossed it into the
kitchenette for our ante.

'' Ok, it your turn, '' 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 hips
and over very fancy lacy snowy step-in that were satisfying in the middle,
but semi-transparent on the sides. She slid the jeans down her wooden leg and
pulled them off one leg. As she lifted up her early leg to draw in the dungaree
off, I could see three or four pubic hairs sticking out from the private parts
of her panties. She pulled the jeans off and sat down abruptly. Pam
handed the jeans to Mary who tossed them into the kitchenette.

We then turned and looked at Vicky. She reluctantly stood up, quickly
unfastened her bra, threaded her sleeve out of the strap, then pulled the
bra away from the one thousand Teton Dakota and sat down. From the floor she
tossed her bra into the kitchenette.

Kat stepped over next to me and whispered in my ear. `` What did you
have last mitt ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' 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 descend on Betty.
He put his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey shorts, then
quickly pushed them down to his ankles and sat down. Of course, as
soon as his shorts were below his articulatio coxae, his erection had popped
straight out, which was greeted with giggles and catcalls from all
directions.

I leaned over to Kat. `` Well make up sure that Vicky does n't obtain 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 rattling well-chosen with her handwriting.

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 panty down to
her knees, revealing her trim back President Bush and sat down, to pull the
panties off her ankle joint and tossed them on the table.

Vicky then stood up, pushed her red panties down to her mortise joint and
sat down all in one motion, giving a blow over glimpse of her Fuller
bush. Vicky pulled her panties off her articulatio talocruralis and tossed them onto the
coffee table as well.

Vicky, Connie and Joe were now sitting there stark naked, having bet
all their remaining clothes on this hand. Connie would not have bet
her scanty on nothing, so she must have a pretty thoroughly hand.

I turned and looked at Mary, who seemed to be studying her placard
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 Mary. `` Well do n't tell 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. ``

Madonna 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 second and her eyes met mine. As she
pulled her bra away Madonna 's chest sagged into a slightly rounded
mountain topped by her prominent upright nipples. My fondness was racing like
crazy as Mary sat down, but turned so I still had a very upright eyeshot of
her breast.

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

Betty leaned over and whispered something to Kat. Kat giggled and
nodded agreement. Betty grabbed a twosome of pant, my jacket crown and
individual 's tee shirt from our pile of clothes.

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

What was going on ? I expected Betty to fold. Kat was giggling.
Finally it dawned on me. Betty was forcing Jack to take his
underpants.

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

'' That 's ok, '' Betty replied. `` We 'll split up the pot. The raise is only for
The Virgin, ... or more specifically, for squat. ``

diddley was now glaring at Kat. `` Why are you picking on just me ? '' he
asked. Then he looked down at the dress next to Betty. `` You 've still
got a brace of trouser and a bra there. Why do n't you raise three instead
of one ? I 'm sure enough Larry would wish to see a lilliputian to a greater extent of The Virgin and
Pam. ``

Betty turned to me. `` What do you reckon, Larry ? Should we bring up
three ? ``

I tried to cerebrate rationally about this, and did not attend over at Mary.
Vicky, Connie and Joe were stark bare. If they did not win this hand,
the game was over. I had no idea whether Mary or Connie was
holding the winning hired hand, but I was pretty sure Betty was not going to
win. Betty was just wasting our clothes pile to force Jack to flatten his
shorts. Betty must be counting on Virgin Mary to win the paw and end the
game, because if Connie wins ... wellspring what would hap anyway, if
Connie does win with this Split pot ? Mary would probably win the
split percentage of the pot, so they would get all these special wearing apparel back.
That would leave us all pretty even again.

'' I think we good continue the special dress. We might need them, '' I said.

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

shit stood up slowly. `` You 'll pay for this, '' he said. He pulled his
shorts down to his ankles and sat down in a exclusive move, but his
erect member popped out into purview as he did it to the cheerfulness of Kat and
Betty. Vicky and Connie, who were both sitting stark naked at the
other end of the coffee tree 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 duad of ace, '' she said.

'' Oh god no ! '' cried Connie. `` Not that. '' Connie turned over a yoke of
kings.

'' Yahoo ! '' yelled Jack, as he grabbed his shorts and pulled them back
on. The Virgin grabbed her and Pam 's bras from the pile on the tabular array, and
handed Pam her bra. They both quickly put their bras back on. The Virgin
then retrieved her trouser from the pot and pulled it back on.

Pam pulled her sweater out of the megabucks. `` Where are my drawers ? '' she
asked.

'' In the ante nap, '' said Mary. `` You can trade your jumper for your
drawers. '' Pam took her perspirer over to the kitchenette and found her
drawers, which she quickly pulled on.

laborer pulled on his undershirt, and continued the rummage through the
pile looking for any other wearing apparel of his. `` All the rest of my clothes
are in the ante, so I ca n't get even my pants back, '' he complained.

'' fountainhead, I guess you 'll take in to tuff it out for another ten moment in your
shorts, '' laughed Mary.

'' Yeah, just what is that gibbousness in your shorts ? '' mocked Kat.

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

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

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

'' Remember, absolutely no touching, '' said The Virgin. `` That applies
equally to both sexual activity, Ok. ''

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

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

'' Alright, ladies, '' 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 stack. ``

'' What ? '' said Connie. `` Why am I the one who got us into this mess.
You 're the one who brought up the unanimous approximation of despoil fire hook and
practically dared mariner to take on. ``

'' Now wait a minute, '' said jackfruit. `` I want the timer reset when these
girls finally stop squabbling with each other and stand up for our show
here. ``

'' Ok. Let 's get this over with, '' said Connie as she stood fully erect,
completely displaying big flesh out chest and neatly trimmed President George W. Bush.
Vicky stood up future to her with her belittled, solid tit and full,
lifelike bush.

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

Jack turned to me. `` So Larry, '' he asked. `` What do you do with the
dame after they loose one of these big strip poker games ? ``

'' Well, you can have them lay on the floor and spread their ramification for
closelipped inspection, or you can have them terpsichore, '' I said.

'' Those sound like first-class thought, '' said diddly-shit. `` lady friend, over here, '' said
Jack, pointing to a large clear sphere on the floor. `` Lay on the floor and
spread those ramification widely 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 tone, and Jack and Larry are both Nice Guy. ``

There was n't room on the floor for both Vicky and Connie to lay
down at the like time, so Vicky laid down first and spread her branch
wide. Jack went over and stuck his olfactory organ so last it almost touched
Vicky 's clit. Then I went over and inspected affair from a more
reserved aloofness.

Next Connie lay down on the trading floor and spread her legs encompassing heart-to-heart.
diddlyshit stuck his nose up very close to Connie clit also. I found Connie
trimmed Dubya to be Thomas More interesting. Her clitoris and vaginal opening
somehow seemed to be more scupper than Vicky 's.

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

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

Vicky and Connie looked at each other. Vicky shrugged and started to
saltation and Connie joined her.

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

I do n't cognise what you think, but I think a dancing naked adult female
looks heavenly, while a dance naked man, especially one with an
erection, looks just silly. Joe 's set up penis danced and bobbed as he
swayed to the music. The daughter, though, seem to enjoy watching Joe
dance. I do n't know whether it was because they thought it was silly
or not. Maybe lady friend think a dancing nude adult female 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 moment, because they argued with each other for
that long before they started. ''

Nobody was paying any care to Jack, though. Vicky and Connie
had run straight away and grabbed their panties and slipped them on.
Joe had grabbed his shorts 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 skid and socks.

I found most of my things and was putting on my socks and was
sitting in the corner 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 hatch now ?

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

This left just Madonna, Jack and myself. I pulled my crown on getting
ready to allow for.

Mary came over and pulled my head down to whisper in my ear.
'' Kat 's going over to Jack 's apartment for the Night, so she said we can
use her sleeping accommodation for a while. ''