The Stripping Games

All parties had agreed, after an afternoon of intense negotiation over coffee in the Student Union, that skirts and blouses were required for the women with shoes, slips, bras, and panties rounding out their ensembles. Phyllis had on a white blouse with a full slip visible under it. She was prepared to take off a lot of clothes before she had to expose anything at all.

Men were penalized one garment from the start, because in Nina's words, the men only had one "thing" of particular interest, while the women had two...or three depending on how one counted. Men, therefore, were required to wear shoes, shirts, pants, boxers, and "speedos," skimpy little combination swim suits and g-strings, under the boxers. The speedos were Lee's idea because she said that she had this thing for seeing men's tight asses barely covered.

"That's even better than the grand finale," she had said with an evil laugh.

The rules had not been very well thought out in Mike's opinion although they also were a product of much negotiation. With a bunch of music students playing, no one thought much about probabilities and such. Unlike the Boy or Girl Scout version of the game, the girls had insisted that when the first person became naked, the game ended. Everyone was to receive 5 poker chips with which to bet. In order to get more chips a person would have to trade in, that is remove, an article of clothing. Each article would be worth five additional chips. One could lose an article of clothing two ways, by having the lowest hand or by losing your chips. Everyone was required to ante one chip on each hand and once an article of clothing was off, it was gone for the duration of the game. The glass-top table, also Lee's idea, was to facilitate the viewing.

Mike's pre-game mental revelry came to a halt when, much to his shock, he saw straight-laced Phyllis throw back a shot of Tequila. The women had prepared all the other trapping of a nice party, hors d'oeuvres, drinks, etc. And, the group had had a round of drinks in an attempt to raise comfort levels and lower inhibitions. Lee was the first to take her place at the table. She began to shuffle the cards.

Mike was sipping his drink when he noticed Nina wink at Lee and then leave the room. Mike started to say something, when Phyllis interrupted, "Look. We aren't going through with this, right?" Phyllis was pleading at this point.

"Oh, hell, Phyllis," hissed Lee. "You promised to play. If you are not going to do it, then leave or stop your bitching." Phyllis, barely holding back tears, quietly went into the kitchen and downed another tequila shot.

Lee sat at the table shuffling the cards. She wore one of her typical super short skirts and had opted for leggings instead of a slip, claiming she had no slips in her wardrobe. Mike stood gazing through the glass table. Her legs were lovely even when covered by tight fabric .

Lee glanced up and noticed his stare as she uncrossed her legs. "Look now, big boy. Cause, what you see right now is about all you are going to see tonight!"

The guys had just taken their places at the table when Nina reappeared from the bedroom. She had changed into a heavy, giant sweatshirt with "Yale" emblazoned on the front.

"Hey, what's up with the sweatshirt?" Mike asked.

"There's no rule about what your shirt has to look like," she said. Suddenly, Mike realized that Nina was going to do anything to win—just as he should have expected.

"Come to the table, Phyllis," said Nina.

"Ok," Phyllis whispered downing yet another shot. She walked rather unsteadily and dropped into her chair.

Now the little group sat boy-girl-boy-girl around the table with lots of nervous body language clearly apparent.

"Everyone ante one chip," said Lee, as she dealt the first hand. It was at that moment, that Mike's hands began to tremble. It is really going to happen, he thought. Mike started getting an erection in anticipation of what was to come. Each person tossed a chip into the center of the table and the game began.

Mike glanced around the table. As everyone eyed their cards, game faces appeared on Nina and Lee. They were taking this very seriously now.

"Your bet, Doug," said Lee.

Doug's heart began to pound as he spread his cards apart and looked at first an ace followed by a king, a queen, and a jack in a variety of suits. Then he sighed—last was a five of spades.

"I pass," he said with a groan. Nina also passed, as did Jack.

Phyllis stared at a pair of jacks and very adventurously proclaimed, "Ok, I'll bet one." She gallantly tossed a chip in the pot.

Mike peeked at his two queens. "I'll see that and raise one," he said. Everyone tossed chips into the pot and began to discard. Lee drew three eights. Not too bad, she thought. Doug drew one card seeking the straight, but got another king.

At least I have a high pair, he thought. Maybe I won't have the low hand.

"I'll raise you one," smiled Phyllis.

She made it obvious to everyone that she had a good hand. Certainly Phyllis will not earn the nickname "poker face" tonight, thought Mike. Doug, Nina, Jack, and Mike quickly folded.

"I'll see that," said Lee. "What do you have?"

"Three jacks," screamed Phyllis as she jumped up and down in her seat. Phyllis' wonderful boobs bounced up and down as well. "I think I have decided that this game might not be so bad after all." She raked in the pile of chips and began to stack them in front of her.

Lee was crestfallen until she realized that all she had lost were a few chips. Jack had the low hand overall.

"Just as planned," whispered Nina, "Let's see those cute feet, Jack!"

"Ok."

Off came Jack's shoes. Phyllis was still bouncing up and down in her chair.

Lee looked at her one chip, threw it in the center of the table, and took off her shoes. "I might as well go ahead and get some chips now," she sighed.

Doug dealt the next hand and Lee, Doug, Jack, and Mike groaned simultaneously. Damn, Nina thought as she stared at two aces and two sixes...and one chip. Wouldn't you know it—a good hand and no betting muscle.

Phyllis peered at two queens and two fives. This is going great, she thought. I'm gonna win again!

Nina said, "I'll bet one."

Phyllis said, "I'll see that and raise you five!"

Her newly found courage was derived from the giant pile of chips sitting in front of her. Everyone but Nina immediately folded. Nina took off her shoes. Then to everyone's surprise, she slowly stood up and unzipped her skirt. It fell in a heap around her ankles.

"I'll see your five and raise you five more!" said Nina quietly as she sat back down demurely smoothing her shiny satin slip down around her legs.

Phyllis' eyebrows shot up, "Humph. Ok. I'll see that and take one card."

"I'll take one also," said Nina.

This is it, Mike thought. In order to bet again, Nina was going to have to remove her sweatshirt! Mike's breathing began to quicken in anticipation of seeing that her lovely body even if it was enshrined in satin. His palms got sweaty, his heart began to pound, and his dick came to full attention. Would she bet? That was the question.

Slowly Nina stood up. Mike could hardly breathe. Almost casually she pulled her arms inside the sleeves of her sweatshirt. A few swift maneuvers and out popped her hands again along with a white lace bra.

"Hey, you can't do that...no fair," shouted all the guys at once.

"No one said anything about the order of clothing to be removed," smiled Nina. Now we knew what the sweatshirt was all about.

"This is bull shit!" screamed Jack.

Nina merely smiled and took five new chips. "Raise you five," said Nina tossing them in the pile.

"I'll see that and raise four," said Phyllis with an air of defiance pushing the last of her once large pile of chips to the center. Phyllis had a wild look in her eye. With the alcohol's help, she was into this big time. "Now what are you gonna do, roomie?"

Nina stood, reached under her sweatshirt and grabbed the top of her half-slip. As she wiggled down the slip, Mike caught a glimpse of white lace down below just before she pulled the sweatshirt back over her panties. She took five chips from the bank and tossed four on the table.

This was not working as planned at all, Mike thought. Nina had lost four out of six pieces of clothing and still was not showing anything!

Phyllis slapped her cards onto the table. "I have a full house—queens and fives! Ha!" She reached for the pile of chips.

"Not so fast, as they say in Vegas," whispered Nina quietly.

She placed three sixes and two aces one by one on the table. Everyone gasped! Nina sat smugly grinning her usual magnificent grin. Little beads of sweat on her forehead betrayed her calm. Now she had the big pile of chips, it was everyone else's turn to undress.

Doug had the low hand. Without saying a word, Phyllis took off Doug's Doc Martins and, in turn, Doug removed Phyllis' shoes.

Jack mused, "I think that sets a nice precedent for later in the game."

"Don't get your hopes up, buster," laughed Lee. "Nina's deal."

Mike couldn't keep his eyes off Nina's legs as they crossed and uncrossed under the transparent table. Her pubis was so near, yet so far. He wondered what it looked like. The thought of finding out made his hands tremble again.

Nina dealt, picked up her cards, and looked down at one of the worst hands she had ever seen. Now we'll have some action, she thought knowing that the guys likely had good hands. She mused to herself, Maybe now is the time for someone naughty—namely me—to build up the pot in a big way.

Mike noticed her secret little smile, but mistook it for a sign of a good hand.

Jack and Doug stood up to take off their shirts in preparation for betting on the next hand. Mike slipped off his shoes and took new chips from the bank in return.

The girls started to hoot and cheer when Jack removed his shirt so he rewarded them with a bunch of muscle flexing. Jack is one hairy guy, thought Mike. The girls, however, had turned their attention to his big arms, broad shoulders, and washboard stomach. All three of them began to high-five each other when Jack ran through his mock Mr. America routine.

Doug, on the other hand, was hairless, skinny, and small. He could have been the old "98 lb. weakling" poster child. Nevertheless, he too flexed, mocking each of Jack's moves as if he were a body builder to the cheers of the female contingent.

Jack then looked at his new cards and his heart sank. He had the two of hearts and the king, queen, five, and three of clubs—a real long shot at drawing a flush. Here go the pants, he thought grimacing.

The rest of the players tried to keep "poker faces" while looking at great hands all around. Mike had three threes; Lee had two pair, fours and eights; Doug had three tens; and Phyllis again had two pair, this time aces and nines. Each member of the group, hardly high caliber poker players, got their hopes up instantly.

Jack wisely passed. Phyllis, less confident now, said, "I bet...ah...two."

Having hardly been in the game up to now, Mike boldly declared, "I'll see your two and raise three." He shoved his five chips forward, stood, then took off his shirt and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes. He grabbed five chips and sat quickly down. Nina looked Mike over head to toe and smiled. In return, Mike tried to peek under the very short "Yale" shirt that now served as her skirt also, but her gorgeous legs were tightly closed.

Lee reluctantly stood, reached under her short skirt and quickly pulled down her leggings. Mike was sitting next to her, so he caught only a quick glimpse of black panties as she did so—a fantastic foretaste of things to come. Lee shoved all nine of her chips to the center of the table and with a raspy voice said, "See you and raise you four! That's nine chips to you, Doug."

Doug looked at his "three of a kind" hand carefully. Then he stood and slowly unzipped his pants. The girls began to clap in unison. Gales of laughter followed when Doug's pants dropped to the floor. Doug was wearing very large boxers with big yellow smiley faces on them. He smiled, collected his chips and matched the pot.

"Take something off so I can deal, Phyllis," said Jack. "Let's keep this moving."

"Not so fast," said Nina. "I still get to bet." Brows furrowed all around with this unexpected move. "I'll see your nine...and raise you five."

Phyllis gasped. She would have to remove both skirt and blouse to meet the bet. Or she could simply fold. The tequila began to think for her and she said to herself, What the heck, I think I have the winning hand. I might have to take off my slip to win the hand though. But, who cares. Boys have seen more of me in a swim suit. She had carefully chosen her bra and panties for the occasion. She knew that there was nothing transparent about either of them!

Jack was even more uncomfortable. I should just fold, he thought. Obviously, that was the best strategy. On the other hand, if I can draw the flush, I'll still have on my speedo and I'll win big. If not, I'll be naked and pissed for not having seen one single breast in this entire game.

Jack did see, however, the way that Lee looked at him when he took off his shirt. He sensed that, with a little luck, he might just get her horny with all this undressing—horny enough to get him laid later. Lee's tight body eclipsed Jack's good sense and he said, "I'll see that bet."

Nina hopped up and switched on the stereo. Strains of the "Stripper" blared forth. Nina had set up the music for just this part of the evening. Jack stood and unzipped his pants to the music. He turned away from the table and peeled off his jeans revealing goofy looking "Tweety-Bird" boxers. Obviously, he and Doug had shopped for appropriate "strip poker party" boxers together. He kicked off his pants and shoved ten chips out on the table.

"I believe you are four short," sighed Lee, "so to speak."

Still moving to the music, Jack hooked a thumb in each side of his boxers and slowly pulled them over his hips. All three girls involuntarily gasped as they saw his dick clearly outlined in the tight nylon fabric. He turned slowly, bumping and grinding, to reveal that his speedo was a thong in the back! Nina began to cheer. Lee simply stared at Jack's trim ass. Suddenly, Jack sat down and tossed four more chips on the table.

He smiled at Lee. Lee had a serious look of pure lust.

All eyes then turned to Phyllis.

"Ok," she said out loud to herself. "I can do this. I'm a big girl."

"You certainly are," mocked Jack. "Let's see just how big!"

Ignoring Jack, Phyllis slowly began to unbutton each tiny button on her blouse. She blushed as she took off the blouse and carefully folded it. She had on a white slip and bra, but both could hardly contain the massive breasts beneath, especially when she bent over to put down her blouse.

Next came the skirt. It fell quickly away after she unzipped it. Standing there in her slip, Phyllis looked for the world as if she had just stepped off the stage of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." She demurely sat back down, but her hard nipples were visible against the soft fabric.

Jack, without thinking, reached down and "adjusted" his quickly hardening prick to which Lee responded, "Need some help with that?"

"Yes," laughed Jack. "My doctor told me not to lift anything heavy."

Realizing that it would take both his pants and his boxers to continue and not being completely stupid, Mike folded.

"Spoil sport," nagged Nina.

"Just good poker playing," Mike responded. "Lee, I believe that you are a bit short."

"We'll see who is SHORT!" she retorted. "Very soon in fact."

Mike guessed that she would take off her blouse and he was ready to see those breasts with the dark, dark nipples, even if a bra covered them. Instead, she stood and slipped off her skirt. Mike's mouth fell open as he gazed at her silky black panties. Her panties came to a low "V" in the front as if they were pointing to the magic spot beneath. She boldly pulled the sides of her panties up and let the elastic snap back against her waist with a pop.

With all the attention turned to Lee, no one noticed as Doug began to fidget in his seat. It was show time for Doug...or time to fold. What the hell, he thought. "I guess I need five more chips," he said. Down came Doug's boxers and every eye in the place bulged.

Jesus, Mike thought. Why do the smallest guys always seem to have the largest dicks?

Doug's speedo hardly contained his big prick. Instead of whistling and cheering, the girls sat in silence. Doug blushed mightily. He slid back into his chair feeling absolutely uncomfortable. Finally, air whistled through Nina's lips and she said, "Perhaps we should just deal now."

Phyllis began to breathe deeply with eyes directed at Doug's crotch.

"Size matters," whispered Nina. Phyllis began to giggle nervously.

Forcing her attention back to the game, Phyllis took one card hoping for another ace or nine. She peeped under the edge of the card and saw...a five.

Lee took only one card looking for an eight or a four. She got a jack instead.

Doug took two. He thought, will I get a fourth ten? No.

Nina took four cards.

"What in the hell were you betting on?" Mike shouted. Nina just smiled.

Jack dealt himself one card. There's really no hope, he thought. I should have folded. He turned up the edge of his card. It was the four...of clubs! He had a flush! And he had only one chip—one chip away from showing his dick, now obviously one of the smaller members in the room. "Phyllis, it's your bet."

"I pass," said Phyllis.

"Lee?"

"I'm just watching here." Lee had her "game face" back on.

"Pass," blurted Doug.

"Me too," said Nina. She knew if she pushed too hard, the game might fall apart. And, she was anxious to see what was under Doug's speedo.

Jack shoved his last remaining chip forward. "I'll bet one."

"Damn you, Jack." cried Phyllis.

"Take it off now...or take it off next hand, Phyllis." Jack responded looking directly at Phyllis' tits.

"Same as at the beach, same as at the beach," Phyllis kept saying to herself as she slipped the straps of her slip off each shoulder and let the top fall first away from her breasts and then down to her ankles. She had on a white satin bra. Her large boobs seemed to spill out all around the edges of the large cups. They simply begged to be free. She tossed a chip in the pile and sat down with her arms across her breasts.

Mike's eyes, instead, were on her white panties. They were designed to cover the subject, as well they did, but the hint of wetness on the front of her panties identified the exact location of her vagina. She is turned on, realized Mike. He stared through the glass top table until Phyllis said, "Are you taking a picture there, Mike?"

Mike turned crimson red.

Lee already was taking off her blouse. Her dark Asian complexion was perfect. And, so were her breasts encased in her black bra. Those magic nipples were responding again in a magnificent way.

"I fold," said Doug. "If I don't and I lose, then I won't be able to ante next game and the game is over." There was disappointment on every girl's face.

Nina looked carefully at the chips in front of Lee and Phyllis. "I'll see that and raise you...ah...three," said Nina triumphantly.

"Oh, my god, she's buying the pot," said Jack. "These rules suck!"

Nina had us. In order for Jack to bet, he had to remove his speedo. When he did, the game would be over. Checkmate!

The three girls smiled at each other.

"Shit," said Jack throwing his cards on the table.

"Oooo. And he had a flush too!" Nina smirked. "When Jack ante's on the next hand, he has to show us everything anyway, just a small delay, and the game is over. And, we ladies have maintained our dignity."