I picked Mary up at her dorm the next Night and we walked over to
the theater, where we were suppose to meet the others.

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

'' I do n't know if I like the sound of that, '' I said. `` You know the old
Chinese curse : ` 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 deny the lady a fortune to
get even. ``

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

'' Well, we have to call back thing over for minuscule while, but I think you 'll
like Sharon 's ideas when you hear them, '' The Virgin replied.

I decided to convert the depicted object. `` How did you do your midterms ? '' I
asked.

'' I did ok, '' Mary replied. `` I guess I should n't quetch, but I really
expected as hard 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, '' I replied. Actually, I got an
A on all my midterm, except in German, but after what Mary had
said, I did n't want to sport about it. `` I barely got a C in German. I 'm
going to ingest to work really surd on German just to pass. ``

When we got to the theatre, there already were two lady friend out front
Virgin 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 poker game
game the night before. Vicky and Kat were also engineering students,
like The Virgin, but they were sophomore and lived together in the
University bench apartment.

While we chatted, Betty arrived with Joe from last night 's game.
Well, at least I was not going to be the alone guy with this group of
female engineering science students. However, Betty had been at the showtime strip
poker game game, and had seen me without my short pants. That somehow made
me feel uncomfortable. Blessed Virgin had, of course, seen me too, and, in fact,
Blessed Virgin probably got a break smell than Betty did, but somehow that
did n't bother me the way Betty mien did.

I leaned over and whispered into Blessed Virgin 's ear. `` How many Thomas More the great unwashed
who 've seen me naked are you expecting tonight ? '' I asked.

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

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

Next a guy arrived by himself. seaman was another engineering science student.
All the missy seemed to eff him, but after we got into the pic, he
sat future to Kat.

Finally three More fille and one guy arrived in a chemical group. The fille were
Pam, Connie and Leslie, and the guy was Phil. Phil looked familiar
but I could n't post him. It turned out he lived in my student residence, which is
where I must get 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 people we were expecting, because
after they arrived, we all went into the theater.

The picture show was one of those romanticist comedies where the star-crossed
lovers miss connecting over and over, until the final scene, when they
finally find truthful love in each other 's blazonry. There was no real suspense
in this. From the very first scene in the movie, it was obvious that in
the cobbler's last scene the player and actress who had their names above the title
would be in each former 's arms as the cite rolled. The only question
is what amusing dangerous undertaking would they hold along the way.
Definitely not a guy motion-picture show, but the girls all seem to like it, and they
were apparently the ones who picked this movie in the firstly billet.

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 determine some TV or
whatever. '' It was still too soon, and we all agreed, except for Phil and
Leslie, who said they had something better to do. I could venture what
that something better was. The rest of us walked the two blocks to
University Terraces.

U Terraces, as it was usually known, is a fairly new, apartment
building, but it reminded me of a dorm. The way the lobby and
hallways are decorated just strike me as having that institutionally
bland quality which is the trademark of student residence decor. The apartments
themselves are minor and furnished with what I swear is the same
furniture my tooth doctor has in his waiting room. In cattiness of this, Kat and
Vicky had done a practiced job of decorating, and their apartment looked
like real people lived in it. There was one room, which served as the
sustenance room, dinning room and kitchenette, and then there were two
very minuscule bedrooms.

With all nine of us in the living room/kitchenette the apartment felt
crowded. gob turned on the TV and then began the Male past time of
channel surfriding, but Vicky and Kat did not give birth cable, so you could
only get 4 communication channel. There was n't anything he or anyone else was
concern in listening to, so he turned it off.

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

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

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

'' That 's to bad, '' Mary replied. `` He seemed like a dainty enough guy. ``

'' That 's because you have never been out with him, '' answered Vicky.
'' Stan can not hold on his hands off of a young woman, and the entirely thing he wants
to do is go back to his flat and spiel strip poker. ``

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

'' Oh do n't be silly, diddley, '' snapped Vicky. `` Vicky 's geological dating rule
routine 23 says never meet flight strip salamander 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 show poker full stop, '' answered Jack.

'' That 's not confessedly, '' said Vicky defensively. `` I know how to wager poker
and with the right the great unwashed I would play striptease salamander, provided that 's all
it was. No sex, no debauch afterwards, just strip fire hook where the nonstarter
takes off his apparel. ``

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

Vicky smiled, and turned to Kat. `` Kat, you should lead diddly-shit to one of
Sharon 's landing strip poker games and get this strip poker thing out of his
system. After he loses his gasp in strawman of a bunch of girls, he
would n't act like this all the clock time. ``

'' What strip poker game at Sharon 's ? '' asked laborer. `` How issue forth
nonentity invited me ? ``

'' I never mentioned it because I have n't a clew how to play stove poker, ''
said Kat. `` In a funnies salamander game, I might as well just take my apparel
off at the starting, cause that 's what would occur anyway, if I tried to
play. ``

'' Sounds safe to me, '' replied diddly-squat. `` I 'll go find the circuit board. ``

'' In your dreams, Jack, '' snapped Kat. `` In your aspiration. ``

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

'' You ca n't, '' said Betty. `` entirely couples are allowed to dally. ``

'' Ok, how about you, Vicky ? '' asked Jack. `` You said you knew how to
looseness poker, and that you were not afraid to diddle strip poker game. We can
go together. ``

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

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

'' It 's ok with me, '' Kat said, with a grin. `` Provided, of course, '' she
added. `` That I get to watch jack recede his trouser. ``

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

'' Not so fast, hot shot, '' said Betty. `` Spectators are n't allowed at funnies
salamander games, so Kat ca n't tag along to watch over you drop your hook. ''

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

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

I looked at The Virgin wondering what we were supposed to say. Finally,
Pam broke the silence. `` Actually, I think the big game was last night. ``

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

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

jackfruit turned to Mary with a surprised expression. `` You played in a strip
poker game ? ``

'' Do n't see so surprise, Jack, '' replied Mary. `` I won too. ``

'' Is this dead on target, Larry ? '' asked Jack.

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

'' Who were the losers ? '' asked Jack.

'' well, I 'm not sure it 's a good idea to say too much about who the
losers were, '' said Betty.

'' The way we play, the secret plan ends when the first mortal ` loses'all
their clothes, '' said Mary, `` although, in the initiative game two players lost
all their clothes on the same hand. ``

'' start plot ? '' said Jack with surprise. `` How many of these games
have I missed. ``

'' Just two, '' said Mary.

'' So when is the next game, '' asked Jack.

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

'' Strip poker does start to get a picayune drilling after you have seen all the
players naked, '' Betty said.

Mary laughed. `` I talked to Sharon this morning. She has some
interesting musical theme, so there is a good luck there will be to a greater extent games. ``

'' Alright, Kat, we have to find a way to go the next biz, '' 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 rules, or something, '' said
Jack.

Pam had been sitting quietly at the side, while Jack interrogated us,
but suddenly she spoke up. `` You know last summertime when I was back
abode, I went to a natal day party for a guy I had known in high shoal.
The hombre at the party claimed they wanted to hire a stripper for the
party, but they could n't afford one, so they went around asking all the
girls at the political party to volunteer to be the stripper. We all refused, of
course. Then they dared some of the girls to encounter a game, with the
failure being the stripteaser. I refused to do that too, but one or two young lady
had problem saying no to dare, and the cat finally convinced them
to go along, if all the other female child would harmonise. 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 quieten girl, but she was clearly excited as she
continued. `` fountainhead ... for the plot all the girls just took turns drawing
cards, and whoever got some batting order, the ace of nigger I think, had to be
the sprigger. It was a silly biz, but boy was it a rush. I was never so
terrified and well ... excited. I was terrified every metre I had to draw a
card, and ... well ... I actually was hoping mortal else would get the
wit, so I did n't have to take another one. When some other girl
finally got the card, I was really relieved, and I boy am I glad I did n't
lose. Those guy rope did not plow the also-ran very well. ``

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

'' Well, she tried to be a good athletics about it, but she really did n't want
to demand her bra off. The guy practically ripped her bra off. After that,
her boyfriend finally put a layover to the entirely think. ``

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

'' Well ... I 've thought a lot about that. I 'm not really indisputable, but I guess I
would have done it. I would cause tried to void taking my bra off too,
but I did n't have a boyfriend there to save me, so I probably would
have taken it off. ``

'' Well there, Kat, '' said Jack. `` You can play Pam 's game. I 'll get a
deck of calling card for you girls. ``

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

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

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

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

Connie giggled. `` wellspring, I admit I have played strip poker before. ``

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

Connie giggled again, then continued. `` terminal 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 comic strip poker game. well, I know how to
play poker too, so I finally agreed, just to get a chance to demonstrate 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 exit ? ``

Connie giggled, and blushed a little bit. `` No, I did n't forget 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 opus of clothes to lose
before I would lose a favor, so ... yeah, I agreed. ``

'' What happened ? '' asked Pam.

'' Well ... '' Connie said, obviously a trivial embarrassed, `` I hope you
do n't recall 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 evidence this division of the story. Vicky pressed her. `` What kind of a
` favor'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 round-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 respective secondment of silence, she finally
added. `` ... a blowjob. ``

This news report had produced a big protrusion in my dungaree, and I had to adjust
my perspective slightly to free the pressing of my erection on my
dungaree. After a few sec of silence Vicky spoke. `` Boy, Connie, you
like to live dangerously. I would never do that. ``

I found this whole conversation hard to believe. Were there really
guys like Stan and Steve who 's mind of a escort was to ask a girl back to
their room for landing strip stove poker that ended in sexual `` favour ? '' Did this
technique really turn ? Was it this easy to get laid ? What pct
of lady friend would actually come back to your room and play airstrip poker
with you ? Vicky had refused Stan, but Connie had said yes to Steve.
Would Mary get back to my room for a private strip stove 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 small bedrooms. What were they up to ?

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

'' Let me get this straight, '' said Jack. `` If I ask a young lady back to my way
for strip poker game, and she agrees, then that means she wants to sleep
with me ? ``

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

'' I have never ask a female child to my room for strip fire hook, '' said Joe. `` How
many guys try this. ``

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

'' No, never, '' I said.

'' I do n't recall there are that many Guy like Stan and Steve, but they
have to ask a lot of lady friend, '' said Connie. `` Even if a girl says yes, they
are only going to play one or two game 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 music department. ``

`` I do n't have it away about Stan, but I suspect your decently Connie, '' said
Vicky. `` Any guy who asks you to take on deprive poker game is not looking for a
prospicient condition relationship. You guys should n't finger you 've missed out on
anything. I think you cat are all nice, even you Jack. ''

If this was a random sample of girls, cartoon strip poker was looking like a
low probability of success approach, unless the girl really wanted to
sopor with you. If every fille always said no, you would conceive guys like
Stan and Steve would kibosh asking quickly. The fact that there were
guys like this means that some girls must say yes. I wonder if all these
miss were really telling the truth about saying no ?

'' Well, I 'm going to stimulate to look Stan up and ask him about this comic strip
poker affair, '' said knave. 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. ``

'' fountainhead, I 'm the tallness of free will, '' said sea dog. `` If you just point him
out to me, I would never even cite your name, much less reference
what you did. ``

Another mentation occurred to me. I was a virgin. Charlene had told
Marc, my roommate, that Mary was a virgin too, but how many of
these other people here tonight were Virgo the Virgin ? It seemed likely that
Jack and Kat were sleeping together. Vicky and Pam had both added
the ` unless I wanted to sleep with him'clause to their no comic strip salamander
declarations, so I would gauge they had previous experience. Connie
sure did n't sound inexperienced. All this public lecture about strip games did n't
seem like something that you would do in front of virgin, unless you
were trying to make them or something. They probably all assumed
that since I had gone to two strip show salamander game with Mary, we must
have slept together. This, of course of instruction, begged the obvious question,
which I avoided trying to think about.

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

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

'' No confederacy, '' said Mary. `` It 's just that you 're such a nice guy,
jackstones, that we wanted to assist you get over this striptease fire hook matter. ``

'' 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 comic strip poker biz here tonight. ``

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

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

'' Well, this is a pretty tough gang, '' said Jack. `` Mary, Betty, and
Connie are all undefeated at this plot, but I think I can quiver you young woman
out of your panties. ``

'' well, let me explicate the rule we propose. First, absolutely no sex,
and no touching either. Since a number of citizenry do n't fuck how to
play poker, and we have more girls then guys, we though we would
play as squad. There are nine of us, so we could form three team of
three instrumentalist each. Each team could sustain 2 girl and 1 guy. Each squad
would also have a brace of people who understood salamander and one
who did n't. The game would end when one of the teams had lost all
their clothes. There would be a ten instant penalization menstruation in which we
all get to ogle to the losers ... ah ... natural lulu, then we put our
clothes back on and go home. ``

I looked around the room. Vicky 's eyes seem to be looking daggers at
Kat. Vicky had expected Kat to get her out of her boast of being
willing to bring peel poker. Now it was going to be very hard for
Vicky to get out of this game. Pam did not look very excited either.
Connie had a little grinning on her grimace, like she really liked the idea. Joe
seemed to like the approximation, and diddlyshit, of track, loved it.

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

'' handgrip on just a second here, '' said Blessed Virgin. `` First let 's find out if
everyone wants to wager. doe everyone agree to play. ``

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
eternal sleep of us. No one raised any expostulation, so after a few seconds, Virgin Mary
continued. `` Ok, good. Then lets put Kat and diddly on one team, and ... ''

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

'' I want to enjoy Jack losing his trouser too, '' said Vicky.

After a few more minutes of talks, we decided not to put any
couples on the same team. Mary, Pam and Jack ended up on one squad.
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 verbalise to me. `` You do n't
spirit to shiver with this idea, '' she whispered to me. `` This is every
guys fantasy, playing strip salamander with all these daughter. Come on Larry,
even if your team loses you are still going to get to see two raw
girls. ``

This was avowedly, but I had seen quite a few bare lady friend last night.

'' Well, I kind of had a different estimation of this eve, '' I whispered back
to Mary.

'' Yeah, I bet, '' Blessed Virgin said. `` Well, maybe we can have some time
together after this is over. Who knows ? You might get to see me
naked tonight. ``

Then Madonna turned to the altogether group. `` Now we need to adjudicate
exactly how we are going to act this. In the rules we have been
using, it was five chips to each patch of dress, but we would be here
all Night if we played by those formula with only three paw. ``

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

Mary proposed that we not use cow chip, but actually bet slice of
clothes. Since there were three masses on a team, each squad had 18
pieces all together, so we agreed with that.

Jack did not like everyone having to depict their hand and the team
with the low manus giving one piece to the squad with the high hand.
Jack complained this made it unmanageable to bluff out. The Virgin explained this
linguistic rule was so the great unwashed would n't just fold all the sentence. Jack suggested we
have a must bet rule in the outset round instead. If any squad had an
opening helping hand then, the early team had to see the one piece bet in the
first beat. Everyone agreed to that.

Betty thought with these rules the game might take way to long with
only three hands. If none of us played stupidly, we could trade clothes
around for hours with these rules. She proposed that each team would
ante one piece of wearing apparel every script, which would go out of the game,
and not be function of the pot. This would imply that as the hands went by
there would be fewer and fewer piece of music of clothes, so no mater how
even the game was, eventually someone 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 seem evenhandedly.

'' 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 flavourless chested, and I
thought I could see the outline of her rear tit in her tee shirt.

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

There followed a hanker treatment of team trading clothes with each
early and with the ante down. Finally it was decided to keep things as
simple as potential, there would be no trading of apparel between
squad, but you could trade one slice of your own clothes for another
objet d'art in the ante pile. This means, if Kat had anted her bra, and won
her shoes back, she could trade her brake shoe for her bra in the ante pile.

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



The Team Game

'' If we are going to be playing strip 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 have a double meaning, or was that just my imagination.

'' Let 's discuss strategy here, Larry, '' said Betty, interrupting my
daydream. `` Have you ever played in a small poker biz like this ? ``

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

'' Well, in a three handed game, any high duo is a estimable hand, '' Betty
said.

'' Are we playing jacks 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 whole group. `` Larry brings up a practiced spot. In our
former big poker games we played jack to afford, but in a three handed
game, that does n't really work. I propose a pair of anything as the
lower limit hand to open. ``

cipher had any objections, so Betty turned back to Kat and me. `` We
have to settle what order we bet our wearing apparel, '' Betty said.

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

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

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

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

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

I bent over and untied my brake shoe and held them in my hired hand.
Apparently the other squad had overheard Betty, or had independently
cum to the Lapplander determination, since Jack 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 shoes
onto the kitchenette floor and sat down on the floor next to the deep brown
tabular array, while Jack shuffled the menu and dealt out three hands on the
chocolate table. I picked up my card game and looked at my hand. 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 Blessed Virgin. `` Mary, we need your shoes to give, '' Jack
said. Mary already had her shoes off, and handed them to Jack to
billet on the burnt umber table.

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

I looked at my new board. I had some higher board, but still just junk.
Connie must have had a pair to open, and Jack might have two couplet, so
I was clearly out of this hand.

Connie was staring at Jack. Clearly, she was wondering what Jack had
too. old salt could have two pair, or he could have been trying to satisfy a
straight or rosiness, in which event he might have nothing.

Finally, Connie passed. Jack looked at his add-in again, and laid them
face down on the table. `` Ok, we are going to promote by three, so one
piece of clothes each, '' he said.

Jack took off windsock placed them on the table. The Virgin took off her socks
and Pam handed Jack her horseshoe.

I folded and it was up to Connie. Connie looked at her manus again,
then shook her top dog, and folded too.

'' Alright ! '' exclaimed jackass, as he grabbed the clothes off the deep brown
table. `` I like this biz already. '' sea dog pulled his air-sleeve back on, and
handed Virgin Mary and Pam their clothes.

Mary pulled her socks and shoe back on. `` time to ante for the following
hand, '' she said. `` Jack, ante one those couplet of brake shoe for us. ``

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

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

As I studied Jack, I wonder what he really had. Jack was the one who
thought bluffing was an significant function of poker. Had Jack just bluffed
us into thinking he had two duet by taking only one card and then
betting aggressively ? Well I only had junk, so there was nothing I
could have done. I would have to watch Jack and spend a penny sure he did n't
steal the game.

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

Joe had taken Connie 's place, and he passed. Mary, replacing Jack,
also passed. `` I can afford, '' Betty said. `` Larry, your sock. ``

I had forgotten that my socks would have to be the open bet, so it took
me a minute to pull them off and deal them to Betty. Joe took off his
socks to see the opening bet, and Mary put person 's shoes into the
pot.

This meter everyone took three identity card. Since the other two team had
passed, neither of them had a distich before the draw. Betty pulled her
socks off. `` I 'll open for one, '' she said.

Joe did not look very glad, and he laid his cards down. `` I 'll fold, '' he
said.

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

Betty never looked at her circuit board, but studied Mary carefully. `` Ok, I 'll
see that bet, '' Betty said. `` I need one small-arm from each of you. '' Betty
pulled her soaked fitting blouse off over her head. As the knit blouse
came up over her bra, her boastfully breasts seemed to pop out into vista
next to me. Betty 's breast looked to be larger than any of the early
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 windsock and handed them to Betty. I handed her my
jacket, which was replacing my shirt for this game.

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

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

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

'' Way to go Mary, '' exclaimed doodly-squat. `` I 'm liking this game more and
more, '' he continued with his eyes fixed on Betty 's bra, and a little
smile on his sassing.

Mary sorted their team 's clothes from the pile in the center of the
coffee table, and handed Pam her shoes. Then she turned to Jack.
'' Here, put your socks and shoes back on, '' Blessed Virgin said. `` You have to
play the next hand, Jack. shuffling trusted you do n't get so distracted by the
scene that you blow it. ``

'' I thought you said that we would trade clothes back and forth, '' Kat
said to Betty. `` How come jak 's squad keeps winning all the clothes ? ``

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

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

'' Ok, boys and girls, '' said laborer. `` clip to ante for the adjacent 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 down of clothes in the kitchenette. Kat was a rather tall, reduce
young lady, and standing there without her shirt it was crystalise how slender she
really was. Her breasts were ... well petite, and she was wearing a
play bra over them. Kat and Betty were almost the same summit, but
standing adjacent to each other in their bras, they provided a stunning
contrast in the variety of the female figure.

'' Larry, you have to recreate this next paw, '' said Betty. `` So block off staring
at your teammates, and condense on the game. You 're going to
have to bet your pants on this hand. ``

I had forgotten about that. I was going to have a little problem here.
From the showtime slip poker game, I had learned you should never play
strip poker in boxer short circuit. Boxers have a job with things
popping out. cheat shorts are much better. I had gone out and bought
a software package of jockey drawers for the second flight strip poker biz, but as
things turned out final stage night, I did n't need them. Tonight I was wearing
boxers again, so I would cause to be very careful after I took my pants
off.

I sat down adjacent to the coffee table. Vicky added her socks to the ante
and Mary tossed mortal 's shoes into the ante pile in the
kitchenette. Vicky shuffled the cards and make do them out. With a knot
in my stomach, I picked up my card and looked at them. I had a pair
of whizz, a king, poove and a jack. If Betty was rectify about any high
distich being a expert helping hand in this plot, then this could be a winning
hand.

Since Vicky had dealt, Jack was the first to act. tar grabbed
someone 's air-sleeve from his team 's pile of clothes and tossed it into the
middle. `` I 'll open up, '' he announced.

This was the big moment. I stood up, unzipped and open my
jeans. I carefully pulled the denim down, making surely I did not drop back the
boxers down with the jeans, and making sure that nothing popped out
of the pugilist either. My hard-on was in the allow leg of the Boxer
drawers, so there was little danger of it popping out the social movement flap, but I
had to be thrifty the leg did not come up up high enough to unwrap it. I
pulled the denim 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.
Someone else whistled.

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

Vicky turned to Connie. `` We need your socks, Connie. '' Connie took
her windsock off and dropped them on the mesa. Everyone took three
cards, which was a good sign. It meant before the draw, a pair was the
best mitt anyone had, and I was holding the skillful couple possible. I
picked up my three new lineup, but they were no help, a jack, nine and
a two.

squat began sorting through the passel of dress his team had won and
counted out three items. `` I 'll open for three, '' he said.

I had expected him to spread for one, but Jack was taking vantage of
his team berth to create it harder on us. `` Ok, I 'm going to see that
bet, '' I said. `` We need one item from each of us. ``

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

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

Betty unfastened her denim and began to slide them slowly over her
rosehip and down her legs, revealing dim-witted gross ashen step-in. She
stepped out the jeans one leg at a time and tossed them on the table,
and then sat down on the floor. Previously, she had been standing
behind me, but without her jean she chose to sit.

'' Let me get this straightaway, '' said Kat. `` Larry is ` sure'he has a winning
hand, so I have to take off my trouser so we can bet them, so we can
find out if Larry is mighty. ``

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

'' If Larry was really sure enough he had me round, he would bring up three rather
than just see the bet, '' said sea dog with smile.

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

'' And laborer would just parent us back again, '' I added. `` You would then
have to get your scanty off to call that raise. I 'm surely I have him
beat, but I 'm just calling his bet. ``

'' Ok, if we win, then I get my knickers 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 clothes on the coffee board. `` Are those your air-sleeve in the pot ? ''

'' Yeah, '' replied Kat.

'' Ok, '' said Betty. `` In that display case we can trade in your socks 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 austere naked
in a moment. '' She slid the dungaree down her hips, revealing low cut pinko
satin scanty. She pushed the denim down her thigh and stepped out of
first one leg, then the other leg. As she lifted the second leg out of the
jean, I noticed two pubic haircloth sticking out from under her panties.
Kat handed me her jeans, and sat down on the floor next to Betty.

I placed her jean 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 duet of aces. Jack dropped his cards on the table.
'' Damn, '' was all he said.

I looked over at the cards. He had a pair of tens.

'' We won ? '' asked Kat.

'' Yes, we won, '' I said, as I passed Kat her denim. I passed Betty her
blue jean next, then grabbed my own. Betty stood up to get into her jeans,
but Kat and I both slipped our jeans on over our legs and pulled them
up, while still seated. Then I stood up and began sorting through the
pile of clothes in the pot. I found my tee shirt and slipped it on. I
found Kats windsock 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 mint of clothes we had collected. `` Here 's my
socks, '' she said, `` but where 's my shirt ? ``

'' Over here, Betty, '' said diddly-squat, picking up the shirt from his squad 's
pile. `` I think I 'll ante it this one shot. '' diddlysquat tossed Betty 's shirt into the
ante pile.

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

The Virgin sat down at the tabular array and began to mix 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. ``

Virgin Mary dealt out the posting, and Betty sat down to play the next hand for
us. Betty studied her wit, then grabbed a twosome of wind cone from our pile.
'' I 'll open up for one, '' she said.

Connie was looking at her identity card. 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 bridge player. ``

Connie pulled her tee shirt up over her head, revealing a blank bra
topped with lace. Connie 's titty were pocket-size than Betty 's, but
hardly what I would anticipate small. Her tee shirt became caught on an
earring, and Connie had to struggle with arms behind her header and
chest pushed out for a few minute to free it. When she finally got it
innocent 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 last piece of apparel that Blessed Virgin 's team had
won, so now they would hold starting betting their own clothes. Of
form, they still had most of their shoes and wind sock, so that was not a
big deal.

Everyone took three cards. Betty rearranged her wag, then looked at
our remaining pile of clothes. `` I 'm going to open for three, '' Betty
said. `` There 's only two pieces here, so we 'll need 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 slice 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 white lacy topped bra. Vicky 's tit were slightly
smaller than Connie 's, but still much larger than Kat.

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

Vicky tossed her perspirer into the pot and both Joe and Connie began
to take away their pants.

'' Well, everyone took three, so I knew the beneficial Jack had before the
draw was a pair, '' I whispered to Kat, as I watched Connie carefully
work her jeans over her hips. `` I was holding the best potential pair, so
I had him meter before the draw, '' I continued, as Connie pushed her
jeans down her legs, displaying livid pantie, decorated with dispirited and
read flowers. `` Jack-tar could have gotten a sec yoke or three of kind in
the hook, but the chance of that seemed low, so I figured I had him
beat, '' I said, as Connie stepped out of first one leg and then the former.
Then she placed her pants in the pot and sat down next to the mesa,
hiding her panties from my engineer view.

Joe also tossed his pant into the pot, and sat down. My attending 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 pants on an educated guesswork ? ``

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

Mary shook her question. `` No way, I fold. ``

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

Betty slowly spread her visiting card on the mesa. `` A distich of queens and a
yoke of decade. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I had a pair of Kings, '' Connie protested. `` How was I suppose to
recognise she had drawn a second pair ? ``

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

I smiled and shrugged. I helped Betty get all the clothes we had won
off the deep brown table. I picked up a couple of socks. `` Time to ante for the
following hand, '' I said as I tossed the wind cone into the growing ante mickle in
the kitchenette. Mary took off her horseshoe and brought them over to
plaza in the ante pile. I sat down and started to ruffle the circuit board for
the next hand.

Vicky was still glaring at Connie. `` Now I 'm going to let to ante my
pants, '' Vicky complained to Connie. `` That 's going to make it severe to
even win them back. '' Vicky unfastened her jeans and pushed them
down her pelvic arch, making certainly she did not drag her scanty down with
the blue jean. Then she slid her jean down her thighs, revealing bright red
panty. She stepped out of one leg of her dungaree and then pushed them
down the other leg. She stepped out of the jeans, stood up and tossed
the denim into the ante pile. The brief glimpse of Vicky 's staring whiteness
bra and brilliantly red panties before she sat down looked ... well, peculiar.
Vicky seemed to actualize this too. `` I 'd have worn matching underclothes,
if I 'd known we 'd be playing strip poker game, '' she said.

I dealt out the three script, and picked up my five cards. I had a duo of
sixes, a ten, a three, and a two. I figured I would need another six or
another pair to make this hand a succeeder. Vicky and Jack had picked
up their work force and were studying them. Vicky passed, but diddlysquat
opened with Pam 's shoes. I saw the bet with a couple of wind 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 table. This left Joe sitting on the floor in
only his jockey shorts.

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

'' I 'll unfold for one, '' Jack said. He took off his own socks and placed
them on the table.

It seemed to me that the pair of six I had was unlikely to win a
showdown. On the former mitt, Jack would receive opened for three, if
he had a really full hand, so maybe he only had a low pair. I picked
out a span of wind sleeve from our dress pile and tossed it on the table to
see the bet.

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

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

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

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

'' dear, '' said Jack. `` I got a pair of eight 's. ``

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

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

As Jack gathered in the small pot of clothes 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 shoulder strap.

'' The linguistic rule said you had to standup to take off your underwear, '' said
Jack. `` So I think Connie should standup. ``

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

Connie stood up with a picayune difficulty, since she had already
unfastened her bra and see needed to book on to it. She held her bra
against her bosom, and pulled first one arm and then the other out of
the shoulder joint straps.

'' Also remember the linguistic rule that you can not embrace your breasts up with
your hands, '' said Jack.

Connie glared at Jack-tar, but did n't say anything. She seemed wintry
there holding her bra against her chest for what seemed like an
eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. I was beginning to
think that Connie was going to refuse to remove her bra and end the
plot right there. `` Here goes, '' she finally said and let the bra drop
away from her breasts. Connie 's breasts were actually quite large, not
by the criterion of playboy or Penthouse, but given the three in the
shape illustration I had seen at shoemaker's last night 's flight strip fire hook game, Connie
compared very favorably. With the supporting of her bra removed, the
breasts drooped noticeably, giving them a labialise aspect. Connie
tossed her bra into the kitchenette ante pile and sat down.

Vicky gathered up the calling card and began to scuffle for the next hired hand.
Mary grabbed individual 's socks 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 put up 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 take in to bring my bra off. ``

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

The Virgin was the first to act, and she grabbed a couple of socks from her
team 's great deal and opened for one. Betty tossed my jacket, 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 unbuttoned
her bra, then holding the bra with maiden one script and then the other,
she threaded her blazonry out of the shoulder straps, while holding the bra
tightly against her chest. Vicky only paused for a minute, then
dropped her bra away from her breasts, and abruptly sat down.
Vicky 's breasts were not as gravid as Connie 's, but they were Sir Thomas More
pyramid shaped, and reminded me of the Grand Tetons I had seen last
night.

Everybody took three cards, although I was not really paying lots
attention. My eyes kept going back and forth between Vicky 's peaks
and Connie more rounded extrusion.

Blessed Virgin turned to Jack and Pam. `` I 'm opening for three, so I 'll need one
part from each of you. '' Mary picked up a shirt, which was the hold out
item in their team 's winnings, and threw it into the pot. Pam gave her
horseshoe to Mary and Jack handed his socks to her.

Betty was studying Mary carefully. She picked up two pair of pants
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
care to the secret plan, 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 air it all. If they folded, then they would have to bare it side by side
mitt. Vicky picked her cards up again and looked at them to double
jibe what she had in her handwriting. Then she took a deep breath, which
caused her chest to thrust forward and fall back. `` I 'm going to see
this bet, so we are going to have pearl our step-in here. ``

Vicky stood up slowly, got a storage area of both position of her undimmed red
pantie, then quickly slide them down to her knees, 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 coffee table was in the way, and
Vicky was positioning her legs to try to hide her bush.

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

Joe looked a little loath, and when he stood up, I could see why.
There was a huge bulge in the front of his jockey variety. Joe suddenly
grabbed his shorts and pushed them down to his ankle in a exclusive
motion. Then he sat down and brought his pegleg up to get over his
erection. He shook his boxershorts off his mortise joint and handed them to Vicky.
In venom of his efforts, from my slant I had clearly seen his erecting
pop out as soon as his short pants 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 ankle and then sat
down all in a bingle move, like to what Joe had done, but Connie
seem smoother and more fluid in her question, and, of course, nothing
popped up when she lowered her panties. Although I caught only a
very brief glance, Connie 's Dubyuh seemed a great deal small and looked
like it had been trimmed, like a playboy or Penthouse model. Connie
pulled her panties off her ankles and handed them to Vicky. `` You
better win these correct cover for me, '' Connie said.

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

Betty dropped her identity card without comment. But a big smile cattle farm
over Vicky face as she spread out her cards. `` Two pair, mogul and
jacks, '' Vicky beamed. She immediately grabbed her red panties off
the coffee board, slipped them over her ankles, up her leg, down her
thigh, and over her hips without getting off the floor. She then
grabbed Connie 's scanty 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 panties on without getting up, but once her
panties were on, she joined Vicky sorting through the big pile of
clothes they had just won. Connie found her pants. `` I 'm going to swap
this for my bra, '' she said. As Connie walked past me towards the
kitchenette, I could see her breasts bouncing up and down with each
measure. Connie dropped her pants, and picked up her bra and held it up
to her chest while she threaded her arms through the shoulder shoulder strap.
With the bra in place, she reached rear and expertly refastened the
clasp.

Joe meanwhile had slipped his short back on and was now looking
for to a greater extent of his own wearing apparel. He found his shirt and drawers, and slipped
them back on.

Vicky pulled her jumper out of the stack of wearing apparel. `` I 'm going to
trade this for my pants, '' she said. She walked over to the kitchenette
and found her drawers on the level and wiggled them back up over her
pelvic arch.

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

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

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

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

Connie grabbed a couplet of shoes from their winnings and tossed them
into the ante cumulation. Virgin Mary took off her socks and fuddle 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
head and dropped it into the ante.

knave shuffled the bill and dealt out three handwriting. I sat down and
picked up my card. I had a pair of aces, a nine, a seven, and a two.
This was the kind of winning hand we needed right now. As the initiative
to act, I wanted to open. I looked around at Betty and Kat. Then I
realized the opening bet was my knickers. I stood up unbuttoned my
jeans, then realized my erection was going to pop out the nominal head of my
boxers. I reached down and pushed it to the side then pushed my denim
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 Mary and Pam
smiling at my discomfort.

Connie tossed a distich of air-sleeve from her lot 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 brace of aces, I had the in effect hired man
before the standoff.

I picked up my three new circuit board and saw a third gear ace and two other
cards. Now this is what I had been looking for the completely game.

'' 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 occupy, this one
is a sure as shooting thing. '' Kat unfastened her jean and pushed them down her
hips past her low cut pink satin panties and then down her second joint. She
stepped out of first one leg and then the former. She handed me the
jeans and then sat down.

Betty had unfastened her dungaree and quickly pushed them off her pelvis,
past her simple gabardine panties and down her ramification. She stepped out of
each leg and sat down. I stepped over and collected the blue jean and
added both duad to the pot.

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

Jack 's posting were laying face down on the table. `` Way too rich for
me, I fold, '' he said.

I passed Betty and Kat their jeans, then slue my own denim 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
pairs of socks. I guess I had over played my hand.

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

'' leash 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 woman 's shear
windsock into the ante from his collection. diddly 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 ruffle the cards, then dealt out three
mitt. Joe picked up my jacket and placed it on the coffee berry table to
outdoors.

Mary stood up and I suddenly realized that her team had finally run
out of skid and air sock. Madonna quickly pulled her patrician jumper off over
her head, revealing a Edward D. White lacy bra over generous breasts. In the two
previous strip poker games, I had never even seen Mary 's bra, but now
my gist was racing faster as Mary smiled at me and sat down.
Madonna 's tit were smaller than Betty or Connie, but the bulge in my
pants kept getting bigger.

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

Kat brought me out of my dreaming State. `` What was your trusted matter ? ''
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 practiced paw ? '' she asked.

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

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

Now we turned and looked at Mary. Madonna 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, '' Blessed Virgin added. Pam slowly
stood up and pulled her lose fitting sweater over her head, revealing a
white bra and small, but firm looking tit. Pam handed her jumper
to Mary, forced a grin 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 part of dress. That 's Larry 's pants and shirt, and
Kat and my pants. ``

The bulge in my pants was bigger than it had ever been, and now I
was going to consume to take my pants off again. I stood up and pulled
my tee shirt off again and tossed it on the mesa. Then I unfastened my
pants and used my hands to push my hard-on to the side, then pushed
my drawers down to my knees and pulled them off one foot and then the
other. I sat down, and handed the denim to Betty. I looked up and saw
Mary smiling across at me.

Betty quickly unfastened her denim 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 cease putting these back on, '' Kat said, as she wiggled
her denim over her hips, and down her thighs. She pulled one leg unloose,
then as she held up her other leg up to pull the jeans off, I could see
the two pubic hairsbreadth still sticking out from under her garden pink satin panty.
Kat handed the dungaree to Betty and sat down.

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

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

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

Betty passed Kat her dungaree, and in spite 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 dungaree back
on. I found my tee shirt and pulled it on over my head.

'' Ok, now Larry, '' said Betty. `` keep on your mind on the game. Do n't get
distracted by the scene. ``

I sat down at the table and grabbed a pair of women 's wind cone and
tossed them into the ante mound. Jack stood up and unfastened his jeans.
gob quickly pushed his blue jean down to his human knee, 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 jackfruit, '' Kat called out as Jack sat down. `` You still like the
secret plan ? ``

'' We 'll possess your panty in a moment, '' replied Jack.

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

Kat 's observation that the ante pile seemed to be winning was coming
to pass. One of our team was going to mislay soon. I had to be deliberate it
was n't my team. Vicky started to ruffle the cards and distribute out the
hands. I picked up my paw and looked at an ace, queen, nine, six and
five. Well, we had a fiddling pile of apparel, so I guess we did n't require to
win this hand that badly.

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

I shook my capitulum. `` I ca n't open 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.

jackfruit turned and looked at Mary.

'' Ok, I know, '' Mary said. Blessed Virgin slowly stood up, her ramification remains from
sitting on the floor. She unfastened her blue jean and carefully pushed
them down over her hips, exposing white satin low cut panties with
lacing around the edge. Mary pushed her denim 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 Mary 's bra and panties. I could still make out the
smooth white satin as it went around her hips, although her legs
blocked any vista of the front.

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

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

Everyone took three cards again. I picked up my three new cards and
saw a duo 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 up for one. That means your
bra. ``

'' Well, you could go first this clip, if you want, '' replied Connie. From
the secretiveness it was decipherable Vicky did not need 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 labialize
breast drop 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 shut down. When I started to
wonder 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 feel
out. I looked down at our pile and counted three remaining item.
Then a thought occurred to me. Vicky did not experience a nifty bridge player,
otherwise she would have opened for three. I picked up two shirts and
a couple of jeans from our atomic pile tossed it in the center. `` I 'm raising three, ''
I said.

I then stood up unfasten my jean and pushed my jeans down again.
In my excitement, I had forgotten about my boxers, and the head of
my phallus 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 immediate refrain of giggles from all the
girls. I pulled the dungaree 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 throw to bet her bra, Connie 's step-in and Joe 's
underpants. She would n't do that unless she had a very adept hand,
and I was hoping she did n't have that variety of a hand. I sat staring back
at Vicky trying not to impart away my fear. If she called my bet, I had
lost my knickers.

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

A swell wave of succour swept over me, and I grabbed my jeans and
slipped them back on. I then pulled the balance of wearing apparel off the coffee
table and stood up. I had taken a big chance, but I had gotten away
with it. Things now looked pretty proficient for our team. We clearly had
more dress than anyone else, except for the ante pile.

As Blessed Virgin gathered up the notice, I overheard Connie talking to Vicky.

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

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

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

Betty grabbed Blessed Virgin 's sweater from our pile 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 envision lacy white scanty that were solid in the heart,
but semi-transparent on the sides. She slid the jeans down her branch and
pulled them off one leg. As she lifted up her early leg to rip the jeans
off, I could see three or four pubic hair's-breadth sticking out from the crotch
of her step-in. She pulled the dungaree 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 Grand Tetons 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 endure mitt ? ``

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

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

Madonna dealt out three hands. Betty looked at her board, grabbed a
sweater and tossed it on the board. `` I 'll give, '' Betty said.

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

'' 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 down on Betty.
He put his thumbs under the cincture of his jockey shortstop, then
quickly pushed them down to his ankle and sat down. Of course, as
soon as his shorts were below his hip joint, his erecting had popped
straight out, which was greeted with giggles and catcalls from all
directions.

I leaned over to Kat. `` Well spend a penny sure as shooting that Vicky does n't chance out, '' I
said.

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

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

Connie leaned over and whispered something in Vicky ear. Vicky
then nodded her forefront in agreement. `` We are opening for two, ''
Connie said as she stood up. She quickly pushed her step-in down to
her knees, revealing her trimmed President Bush and sat down, to commit the
panties off her ankles and tossed them on the table.

Vicky then stood up, pushed her red step-in down to her ankles and
sat down all in one motion, giving a fleeting glimpse of her fuller
bush. Vicky pulled her panties off her ankle and tossed them onto the
coffee berry mesa 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 pantie on zero, so she must give birth a pretty good hand.

I turned and looked at The Virgin, 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 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. ``

Mary stood up, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Holding
the bra against her breasts, she carefully threaded her sleeve out of the
straps, and then paused for a second and her center met mine. As she
pulled her bra away Mary 's breasts sagged into a slightly rounded
mountain topped by her large erect nipples. My heart was racing like
crazy as Mary sat down, but turned so I still had a very good panorama of
her knocker.

'' Well, if you can do it, I guess I can, '' Pam said. She stood up,
unfastened her bra in the back, slipped her weapon out of the shoulder joint
straps, and then dropped the bra away. Pam 's breasts were humble and
unfaltering than The Virgin 's, but I hardly noticed. I was imagining what it
would be like to squeeze Mary 's breasts in my hands.

Betty leaned over and whispered something to Kat. Kat giggled and
nodded concord. Betty grabbed a duad of gasp, my jacket and
someone 's tee shirt from our agglomerate 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 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 split the pot. The lift is only for
Mary, ... or more specifically, for Jack. ``

diddly 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 span of knickers and a bra there. Why do n't you raise three instead
of one ? I 'm sure Larry would like to see a little Sir Thomas More of Virgin Mary and
Pam. ``

Betty turned to me. `` What do you believe, Larry ? Should we arouse
three ? ``

I tried to think rationally about this, and did not look over at Blessed Virgin.
Vicky, Connie and Joe were bleak naked. If they did not win this hand,
the game was over. I had no idea whether Mary or Connie was
holding the winning hired man, but I was pretty sure Betty was not going to
win. Betty was just wasting our apparel pile to push Jack to drop his
boxers. Betty must be counting on Blessed Virgin to win the hand and end the
game, because if Connie wins ... well what would fall out anyway, if
Connie does win with this Split pot ? Madonna would probably win the
split office of the pot, so they would get all these extra clothes back.
That would leave us all pretty even again.

'' I think we advantageously keep the excess clothes. We might need 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 unmarried question, but his
erect penis popped out into panorama 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 mesa, smiled, but could not work up as a good deal
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 duet of
sevens ''

Blessed Virgin turned her notice over. `` A pair of hotshot, '' she said.

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

'' Yahoo ! '' yelled Jack, as he grabbed his shorts and pulled them back
on. Mary grabbed her and Pam 's bandeau from the pile on the table, and
handed Pam her bra. They both quickly put their bras back on. Mary
then retrieved her pant from the pot and pulled it back on.

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

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

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

'' fountainhead, I guess you 'll ingest to tuff it out for another ten minutes in your
short pants, '' laughed Mary.

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

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

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

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

'' Remember, absolutely no touch, '' said Blessed Virgin. `` That applies
equally to both sexual practice, Ok. ''

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

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

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

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

'' What ? '' said Connie. `` Why am I the one who got us into this sight.
You 're the one who brought up the whole idea of airstrip stove poker and
practically dared sea dog to represent. ``

'' Now wait a minute, '' said Jack-tar. `` 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 polish up bosom and neatly trimmed crotch hair.
Vicky stood up next to her with her small-scale, firmer breasts and full,
natural bush.

'' You too, Joe, '' said Betty. Joe also stood up, with his vertical penis
sticking straight out, to the applause of Betty, Kat and Madonna. 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
noblewoman after they loose one of these big strip poker biz ? ``

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

'' Those sound care fantabulous thought, '' said Jack-tar. `` Girls, over here, '' said
Jack, pointing to a large clear area on the trading floor. `` Lay on the floor and
spread those stage wide open. ''

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

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

There was n't elbow room on the base for both Vicky and Connie to lay
down at the same prison term, so Vicky laid down first and distribute her stage
wide-eyed. Jack went over and stuck his nose so skinny it almost touched
Vicky 's clit. Then I went over and inspected affair from a more
reserved space.

Next Connie lay down on the story and spread her legs broad subject.
Jack-tar stuck his nose up very close to Connie clit also. I found Connie
trimmed shrub to be more concern. Her clit and vaginal possibility
somehow seemed to be more exhibit 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
erection.

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

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

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

I do n't cognise what you think, but I think a dancing nude char
looks heavenly, while a dance naked man, especially one with an
hard-on, looks just silly. Joe 's erect penis danced and bobbed as he
swayed to the music. The girls, though, seem to enjoy watching Joe
saltation. I do n't know whether it was because they thought it was silly
or not. Maybe girls think a dancing nude painting charwoman 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 bit, because they argued with each other for
that long before they started. ''

Nobody was paying any attention to labourer, though. Vicky and Connie
had run straight away and grabbed their panties and slipped them on.
Joe had grabbed his short and slipped them back on. Vicky and
Connie both found their bras and put them back on. Soon the
apartment was a disarray of people milling around looking for their
lost shoes and socks.

I found most of my affair and was putting on my air sock and was
sitting in the corner when I noticed Kat whispering something to
Madonna. Blessed Virgin nodded her headway, 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 Nox 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
bedrooms, and Connie said good night as she headed out the door.

This left just Mary, Jack and myself. I pulled my jacket on getting
fix to leave.

Blessed Virgin came over and pulled my head word down to whisper in my ear.
'' Kat 's going over to mariner 's apartment for the nighttime, so she said we can
use her bedroom for a while. ''