The Stripping Games

Lee pulled herself together as best she could and continued to giggle as she tugged at her skirt. "OOOOPS," she laughed. "I seem to be exposed here."

"Are you hurt?" Mike said trying to act as if he was not staring at her crotch.

"I'm ok...no known injuries." she slurred. Shit-faced understated her condition. "Somebody needs to drive me home though, I'm afraid." Then Lee noticed Mike staring at her panties. She tugged her skirt down and said, "And, my chauffeur likely should not be you, Mike. I think you suddenly have gotten some naughty ideas."

"I have naughty ideas too," said Jack, "but I'll take you home anyway." Jack bent down and picked Lee up as if she was weightless.

"Bye, everyone," shouted Lee as she threw her arms around Jack's neck. Jack swung her up higher in his arms, one arm under her shoulders and one under her legs. When he did so, the bottom of her skirt again fell away from her body. There, encased in flowered panties was Lee's lovely ass for all to see. Her labia were outlined by the thin nylon of her panties. Mike wanted to tell Jack to hold that pose forever, but instead, out the door and into the night went Jack with his precious, inebriated cargo. That moment would have made the whole evening worthwhile had it not been for the events that followed.

The Challenge

"Now back to the matter at hand," said Linda. "You guys actually played strip poker?"

"No," said Doug dripping with sarcasm. "Every time we get together, Phyllis just insists that Jack gets naked. It's her thing...about his thing."

"I do not!" said Phyllis. "Doug, why do you always pick on me, you turkey? By the way, that's not really me in the picture, Linda. It's my naughty twin sister."

"Right," said Nina, "Actually that's her stunt double!"

"Correct," laughed Phyllis. She winked at Doug.

"So, how about that rematch?" Mike said plunging recklessly ahead with his and Jack's planned agenda. "Or, are you girls to chicken to play...to play fairly, that is? Linda, they made up rules as they went along in the last game. It was not fair. Nina knows that in a fair game, she would have lost. And, she just can't face losing."

These were fighting words to the lovely Nina. Her eyes flashed, her face turned red, and that twinkle returned in her eye.

"We're not playing strip poker anymore and that's final," reponded Nina. "And, it's not because I'm chicken, smarty-pants. It's the game that sucks. In real poker, you play the odds to win—if you don't take a few risks, you will lose. In strip poker if you play to win, you lose. If you fold on every hand, you keep your clothes on—just like you did, Mr. Mike—so you actually win by not losing, if that makes sense to anyone. The best way to bet in that last game was not to bet at all!"

Nina had the look of defiant power her eyes. She was right and she knew it. Given prior experience, Mike knew that a new game would be reduced to no betting and a lot of folding. He couldn't argue with Nina's logic. Nina's little dimples occupied most of my limited attention, but his heart sank when he realized that another game likely would not happen.

"You need a game that has one clear loser after each hand," said Dr. Sovitski sitting way over in the corner. His statement was so quiet that the others hardly noticed him.

"What's that, Prof?" Mike said.

"I said you need a simple card game in which everyone wins, except for one person. Also one in which everyone has equal amounts of risk, skill, and luck," Sovitski retorted. He almost sounded as if he was about to launch into one of his lectures.

"Well, poker is not that game," whined Nina. "Why risk your chips by trying to draw a winning hand, when you can just fold and lose only one chip? I don't know of any other game that meets Dr. Sovitski's criteria either, so let's just forget it, why don't we?" Nina demanded.

Mike began to try to salvage what remnants he could from an idea that was fading fast. "Others are entitled to opinions also, you know, Nina. How about you, Linda? Brave enough to try a little stripping game?" Mike flashed his biggest, most challenging smile.

Linda blushed through about nine different shades of red. "I don't know. I'm not sure I know any of you well enough. Can you be trusted?" The alcohol had begun to slur her speech just slightly. This gave Mike renewed courage.

"I believe that this photo proves that we, particularly Jack, are good sports about it," Mike declared.

"I guess then it would depend on the game and the players." Linda glanced around the room as if she had said something really nasty and then she looked down stifling a small smile.

Nina couldn't control her competitive streak any longer. "You find the game and the players that will satisfy my friend, Linda, and we'll play you again. And, we women again will beat the pants right off of you!" Nina and Phyllis gave each other a big high-five although Phyllis had that look of disbelief on her face.

"How about 'Screw Your Neighbor?" said Dr. Sovitski quietly from the corner.

Screw Your Neighbor

"We are all listening," Mike said after a pregnant pause.

"Screw Your Neighbor is a simple drinking game actually," said Sovitski reverting to his professorial role. He explained the rules, as follows:

The object of the game is not to end up with the lowest card at the end of each round. (Ranking, Low to High: Ace, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10, Jack, Queen, King). The dealer deals each player one card face down. Each player looks at his/her card. If it is a King, the player immediately flips it over and places it in front of him/herself.

Each round begins with the player to the left of the dealer, making a simple decision—keeping his card or trading it with the person to his left. Play proceeds in a clockwise manner with each person either keeping the card dealt (or traded) to him, or trading with the person on his left. The dealer, who obviously goes last, has the option of either keeping his card or trading for one from the top of the deck.

A flipped King cannot be traded. Thus, the person to the right of the King is semi-screwed if the card that he was dealt (or was traded) is a crappy one, since he is stuck with it for the round.

Players also can get screwed when they trade and get an even lower card from their neighbor. The neighbor then typically smiles meekly and says that he likes his card and does not want to trade with the person on his left. Unless others in the round have really crappy cards, they too will elect not to trade.

Since the dealer can always trade with the deck (i.e. he is the last to go and can't get stuck next to a King), he is at an advantage, so the deal rotates after each round.

After the dealer makes the final choice, all cards are flipped and the holder of the low card, takes a drink or, in this case, takes off an article of clothing. If there are ties, all losers must strip.

"Well, Dr. Sovitski, that sounds like a fun little game," said Nina in her most condescending voice. "Perhaps, someday we'll all get to try it."

"Sounds like it satisfies the Linda Rule. Let's play...right now," Mike said. He viewed this as his last opportunity to prompt another game.

"Now?" several people exclaimed all glancing nervously over at Dr. Sovitski.

"Now!" Mike repeated. "There is a reason for this suggestion, given the unfair way SOME PEOPLE played the last time. We need to play dressed as we are right now. It won't work if you...ah...if we have time to plan unrevealing wardrobes and determine how to cheat! It has to be here and now. What about it, Linda? Does the game meet your criteria? Are you in?"

There was a long pause followed by a giggle that seemed to bubble up from her. "I guess so," whispered Linda. Linda, as far as anyone knew, did not have a regular boyfriend, so she appeared to think that the idea had great potential. Or, perhaps it was the danger that excited her.

"Oh, no!" said Phyllis. "I can see where this is going. I've been at this juncture before. Linda, Nina, a little restraint here would be good, don't you think?" She was thinking in particular of the underwear that she was wearing—underwear considerably more revealing than those she wore in the last game.

"Think of it, Nina," Mike said quickly. "Even the name of the game is appealing. I'll volunteer to sit on your left, so when you 'screw your neighbor,' the screw-ee will be me. Of course, if you don't you think that you girls can win again..." His voice trailed off.

"It has to be even numbers of boys and girls," said Nina. "So, if anyone here says no, it's over and we don't discuss it anymore. Linda?" she quizzed knowing that Linda was older and likely would have second thoughts about this. If Linda bailed out, as Nina expected her to do, then Nina could save face.

"No stupid dares, no unwanted advances, no gross stuff, no touching without permission?" said Linda. Her mind was racing and her face turned redder and redder.

"Agreed," said Doug, "a friendly game."

"I don't want to be the party pooper, so...ok, I guess I'm in," said Linda. Nina's jaw dropped.

"Dr. Sovitski?" said Nina. "No offense, but we all are a bit uncomfortable discussing this in front of you."

A confused look came over Sovitski's face. His look then turned to one of concern. "Absolute discretion?" said Sovitski.

"Absolute," I said with authority. I looked directly at Nina. "Plus, you get to reverse the little trick they played on you and exact a bit of revenge."

"If worse comes to worse, I can probably find another job." He laughed awkwardly. "I'll play."

"Damn you, Mike," said Nina. "Prepare to be SCREWED!"

"Oh, shit," sighed Phyllis. "Here we go again." She glanced over in Doug's direction just in time to see him adjust the large bulge in his jeans. Involuntarily, Phyllis' nipples grew hard. Secretly she had hoped for this moment. The hint of what was in Doug's pants had merely increased her appetite since the last game.

Game Number Two

"Men have four items to remove in this exact order: Shoes and socks count as one; then shirt, then pants, then underwear. Women have five items. Pay close attention, Nina," Mike said as he and Doug moved the furniture back against the walls in the living room so everyone could sit in a circle on the floor.

"Yeah, yeah," said Nina with mock annoyance. "Let me guess, in order, shoes and socks, blouse, pants or skirt, bra, and panties. Correct?"

"Correct. No cheating either."

Linda, again blushing ferociously, said," I have on tights. Those should count too?"

"Nope, they come off with your shoes, just like socks," Doug said.

It was clear that the actual thought of taking her tights and other items off suddenly sank in with Linda. What had before seemed like silly, alcohol-induced discussion now had become very serious. The look on her face was one of great foreboding.

"Are we drunk enough to do this?" she said quietly to Phyllis.

"I guess so. There are some surprises in store for you though, pleasant ones." A sinister grin came over Phyllis' face as she motioned with her eyes toward quiet little Doug who had just taken his place in the circle.

Nina whispered to Linda. In doing so, she had to lean across Mike. Her wonderful tits brushed against his arm. "We have a major instrument to undercover here, and I'm not talking about the piano," she said cutting her eyes toward Doug. "No offense, Mike, but as you will recall, I am not familiar with all of your...uh...shortcomings." She smiled that Julia Roberts smile again and Mike's dick jumped to attention.

"No offense taken. After a quick survey of the hooter potential here in the room, I'd say that some will make major contributions," Mike remarked glancing at Phyllis, "while others' contributions might be described as minor." With that he looked directly at Nina's chest. "And, I'm not talking about music modes, either."

"Touché," sighed Nina. She looked stunning in the simplest of clothing. After her recital, she had changed into jeans and simple denim shirt unbuttoned with a tee shirt underneath. The smell of her perfume found its way to Mike's nostrils. It was almost as intoxicating as the booze that he had consumed.

"By the way," Mike reminded Nina, "both of those shirts go at the same time."

"Let's play before I chicken out," said Phyllis shaking her long blonde hair back out of her eyes. She was still dressed for the recital in a short, but modest black skirt, and sparkly black sweater top. She also had on tights.

This is going to be very interesting, Mike thought as his eyes followed the curvature under Phyllis' sweater.

Dr. Sovitski looked completely out of place in the group. He even seemed awkward joining everyone in sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor—everyone except for Phyllis, of course, who demurely sat with skirt pulled over her knees and her gorgeous legs to the side. Nina grabbed the cards, shuffled them, and dealt each person one card. It was just like her to try for an advantage right from the start. She had her game face on, Mike noted.

Mike peeked under the edge of his card at a 10. A good card, he thought. "No trade," he announced.

Linda sat staring at a 2. She quickly traded it to Doug, then took a deep breath, and looked at her new card. A jack! A feeling of great relief swept through her.

Doug gave the 2 to Phyllis as if it was contaminated and received Phyllis' 4. He grimaced as he thought, if that 2 goes all the way to Nina, she will surely trade it with one from the deck and my puny 4 will be the low card. Shit!

Phyllis passed the 2 on to Thom in return for his 6. Finally, Nina, holding an 8, received the horrid 2, and traded with the deck. A ten. "Yes!" she shouted out loud. "Hey-yah, hey-yah, right this way-yah. Let's see 'em." She sounded like a carnival barker.

Doug's 4, indeed, was the low card. "My typical start," he anguished as he removed his shoes and socks and tossed them into the kitchen.

"My deal," Mike said. He tossed a card in front of each player. "This is cool!"

"You will be really cool, cold, in fact, when we get you naked!" laughed Nina. The others didn't laugh, however. They were earnestly studying their cards.

Linda's heart sank when she saw her Ace of Spades, the lowest of the low. She was just about to trade with Doug when he triumphantly flipped over a King!

"Ha! Take that!" he said slapping the card to the floor.

"I'm screwed," whispered Linda. "No one with whom to trade...tsk, tsk...I hate when that happens." She fidgeted with her lone card.

Phyllis looked at her Jack. "I'm happy with this card," she noted.

Thom, with a 10, said, "Me too!"

Nina stared long and hard at the six in her hand. Finally, she decided, "I'm holding also."

Mike observed nobody trading. In his hand was a lonely little 3. He secretly cursed Nina for not having traded with him so he could have screwed her with the 3. He reasoned silently, surely the odds are in my favor if I draw. He took a card from the deck...unfortunately an ACE. So much for odds, he thought.

Everyone revealed our cards.

"Hey, a tie! Two Aces!" exclaimed Nina. "Take it off, you two."

Linda and Mike tossed their shoes into the pile. Few noticed as Linda also quietly slipped her tights from underneath her long, full, pleated skirt. She clutched them into a small ball and silently put them behind her.

Next hand, Thom Sovitski lost his shoes and famous black socks. In turn, Phyllis lost hers as well.

"Ah, Phyllis. I believe you lost shoes AND socks." Mike said grinning.

"I don't have on socks."

"Tights count as socks. Remember?" he noted knowing that this would be fun to watch.

Phyllis had to stand up to take off her tights. She reached under her skirt, but had difficulty reaching the elastic band without exposing that which was below. From the guys' low vantage points on the floor, it was a marvelous spectacle. She bent over to reach under her skirt, her giant boobs hanging ponderously down. When she hiked up her skirt to pull at her tights, her black satin panty-covered ass stuck out for all to see especially Thom and Doug who sat on either side of her. Thom, in particular, was drinking it all in.

"Hey," Phyllis protested as she saw that Thom was eye level with her ass. "No early peeking!"

"My god" was the only utterance Dr. Sovitski could choke out. Everyone began to giggle at the prof's reaction. He unconsciously had been sniffing in her direction.

Phyllis sat back down demurely tucking her skirt under her tightly closed legs. "MY deal," she said breathlessly.

Both Doug and Nina flipped over Kings on the next hand. The worst screwed was Linda, who had a 6, the low card.

"Now the fun starts," said Doug in anticipation of Linda's removal of her knit sweater.

Linda paused for a long time before she acted. I can't believe I am doing this, she thought.

Linda's general paranoia began to kick in. She thought, after the dirty trick that they played on Sovitski, it would be just like these people to fix this game just to get me naked. The thought of being naked with other people was not so bad for Linda. But, the thought of being nude while everyone else was fully clothed was an embarrassment that made her shutter.

"Oh my god, Nina. I may never attend another recital of yours again," Linda said without smiling. Then she pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it toward the shoes.

She wore a soft white satin bra that clearly struggled under the weight of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and plainly visible behind the shiny fabric. She clasped her hands in front of her as if she was praying, her forearms covering the tips of each breast.

Nina broke the silence and the ice. "Hey, if you have seen one, you've seen two!" she muttered. "Deal, Thom...ah...Dr. Sovitski." She grimaced as she realized her authority-figure faux pas.

A three-way tie happened on Thom's deal featuring fives held by Nina, Phyllis, and Thom. Nina slipped off her shoes and Thom took off his shirt. Most would have agreed that he looked far better with the shirt on. His goofy little goatee seemed to point down at his pigeon chest as if to say, "If you think I'm ugly up here, look down there. Now that's ugly!"

Phyllis could only think about her underwear. For the first game, she had carefully chosen a bra that revealed less than her most modest bathing suit, but this was not the case tonight. She had enjoyed selecting her black lace bra because she liked the way it felt underneath her soft, sparkly evening top. Hoping everyone was looking at Thom, Phyllis discretely slipped her sweater up keeping the front edge over her breasts as she removed her arms from the sleeves. Then in a quick motion, she attempted to pull the soft knit over her head but, as she did, she entangled both of her earrings in the knit fabric.

"Shit!" she exclaimed. Phyllis sat struggling to untangle her earrings from her sweater. Her sweater was turned inside out over her face. Exposed were two of the most magnificent breasts Mike had ever seen. They bounced as she struggled. A hint of pink around her large nipples showed through the black lace of her bra. Finally, Phyllis gave up and said, "Help me, Doug, pretty please."

Doug began to free her sweater from the nasty earrings. His hands shook as he tried to concentrate while at the same time staring at Phyllis' massive tits. Not only could he see them clearly, but he also could smell her perfume rising from the heat of her body. Doug's pants began to bulge noticeably. His bulge escaped neither Nina's nor Linda's attention.

Finally, the sweater popped off and Phyllis sat back in a huff. "Sexy move, huh?" she muttered.

Dr. Sovitski nodded in the affirmative with his mouth completely open. He couldn't believe that any of this was actually happening.