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Pure Strip Poker

by MikeCA (mikeca42@hotmail.com)

@(C) Copyright 1998 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those 
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Pure Strip Poker

Chapter 2 The First Game

I had a hard time studying and paying attention in class all next week. 
I kept turning the rules Mary had shown me over and over in my head. 
Mary and her friends had obviously played some practice games with 
these rules. What was the best strategy for the game? I vaguely knew 
the rules of poker, but I could not remember what all the exact rank of 
poker hands was (is a straight or a flush higher?), much less all the 
odds of different hands and draws. Mary sounded like she knew a lot 
more about poker than I did, so I bought a book on Sunday, and spent 
all my free time the next week studying up for the big game.

The book explained all the basic rules of poker, and it became clear 
that the girls had gotten most of their rules from standard poker rules, 
with a few changes. The book explained the basic principal of draw 
poker. It explained how you have to play tight, and not bet too much 
when you did not think you had a winner. It discussed how to "read" 
other players hands from how many cards they draw and how they 
bet, rather than by peeking or using marked cards. The book said 
reading other players hands this way, which is not cheating, was a 
very important part of playing poker well. For example, if a player 
draws only one card, then he might have two pair, or be drawing to a 
straight or a flush. You have to figure out which from the way the 
player bet before the draw, how he reacts to the draw, and how he bets 
after the draw. 

But how did the rules of this strip poker game change the strategy. 
The book said you should fold before the draw, if you did not have 
anything, but Mary said you should never do that in this game because 
you wanted to draw to reduce the chances of having the lowest hand. 
The book also recommended trying to draw to a flush or straight 
under many conditions. Your chances of getting one were not very 
high, but when you got it, you usually had the winner. In the strip 
poker game, though, this did not seem like a good idea. Most of the 
time you would not make the straight or flush and then you ran a good 
chance of having the lowest hand. Better to discard more cards and try 
to get a pair or at least some higher cards.

 I got out two decks of cards and practiced dealing hands, and playing 
all the hands, just to get the feel of what real poker hands were like. 
I 
spent at least one hour each day sitting on my bed dealing out a ten 
handed poker game. This helped me understand better what really was 
a good hand and what was not.

When Friday finally arrived, I thought I was ready. After eating 
dinner at the dorm, I went back to my dorm room to change close. I 
decided to put on clean underwear, just in case. Just then Marc walked 
in. "What doing Larry? Got a hot date tonight?" he said.
"No, not really. Mary and I are going to a get together at some friend 
of hers," I said, which was true, as far as it went.

"Good luck bud. Maybe you can score tonight." Marc replied.

"Well, I'll probably need the luck." I said, but not in the way that 
Marc meant.

I headed to Mary's dorm to pick her up. When I got to her dorm I 
scanned the lobby, but I couldn't find Mary, so I went over to use the 
phone in lobby to call her. There were two lobby phones, but both 
were in use. I could just go up and knock on her door, but I didn't 
know her room number, so I waited for the phone. Finally one the 
guys finished and I dialed Mary's room. The phone rang several 
times, but no answer.

"Hi Larry. Ready for the big game," Mary said from behind me.

I hung up the phone, and turned to face Mary. Mary was wearing a 
tight fitting white blouse and a full blue skirt with a white flower 
pattern. Mary looked much more feminine that in the standard issue, 
loose fitting T-shirt and blue jeans that she had worn at our previous 
meetings. 

"As ready as I will ever be, " I replied, and then we walked out of the 
dorm and I followed Mary away from the campus to the south into the 
student ghetto, where most of the houses had been converted to 
rentals. Mary didn't say much, unlike our previous meeting. I felt 
pressure to break the silence, but I could not think what to say. Small 
talk with girls was not my strong point.

Finally Mary stopped in front of one of the old houses. It looked like 
it had probably been built in the 1920s like most of the houses in this 
area. 

"Sharon and Kristen live on the second floor." Mary said. 

We walked through the front door. This house had been cut up into 
apartments. Walls and doors had been added, exposed plumbing and 
electrical conduits ran up the walls disfiguring an elegant old house. 
Mary started up the stairs, and I followed behind her. At the top of the 
stairs there were two doors, and Mary knocked on the first one, 
nearest the front of the house. After a minute the door opened and a 
girl with reddish brown hair and wearing a basic black dress held the 
door open for us to enter. 

"Hi Sharon, this is Larry," Mary said, and I reached out my hand to 
Sharon.

"And this is Kristen." Mary said, turning to a girl just walking into 
the 
room from what must be the bedroom. Kristen had long dirty blond 
hair, and she wore a slender green dress. I reached out and shook 
hands with Kristen also.

"You are the first ones here," said Kristen. "Would you like 
something to drink? We have pop and juice in the refrigerator."

"I'll take a coke." I said, and Kristen walked over to the refrigerator, 
and got me a coke.

I looked around the room. The room had probably been the master 
bedroom of the house. Now it was the living room, dinning room and 
kitchen for this apartment. There was a small kitchenette built in one 
corner next to a door that looked like it led to a bathroom. There was a 
square of linoleum on the floor in the kitchenette, but the rest of the 
room had light green wall to wall carpeting. In the diagonally opposite 
corner of the room was a couch, and some tables, chairs and lamps, 
which had been pushed against the wall to clear out a large area on the 
floor. This, I guessed, is where the game would be played.

"How many people are you expecting for the game," I asked.

"Well, Bob and George should be here shortly, and Betty is coming 
with somebody, so I guess that makes eight," said Sharon.

"Cathy really wanted to play, but she could not find anyone she 
trusted to play," said Mary.

"Trusted to play?" I asked.  "Every guy on this campus would 
probably like to play strip poker with you girls. Why wouldn't you 
trust them to play?"

"I mean trust them to follow the rules we outlined, especially the rules 
about not touching people who have lost their clothes and no sex. We 
want to play strip poker, not get raped," replied Mary.

"Oh," I said. "I can see where that might be a problem." In fact, how 
many guys could keep themselves under control with a completely 
naked girl standing in front of them? Could I?

At that moment I heard steps on the stairway, and a moment later a 
knock at the door. Sharon went to answer the door, and two young 
guys came into the room. "This is Bob and George," said Sharon. Bob 
was tall, probably 6ft 3in, and thin. George was probably closer to six 
feet, and more average build. Both were wearing tee shirts and blue 
jeans. "This is Mary," continued Sharon, "and Larry." I shook hands 
with both of them. 

Sharon went to get them something to drink, when there was another 
knock on the door. Kristen went to answer it this time, and a tall girl 
with curly brown hair came into the apartment, followed by a short 
guy. They made a very improbable looking couple, but they probably 
were not a couple at all, just like Mary and myself.

"This is Betty," Kristen announced.

"And this is Jim," Betty said.

I reached out my hand to Betty, and said, "Hi, I'm Larry." Everyone 
else introduced themselves. Betty was wearing a tight red sweater, 
which highlighted her larger than average breasts, and black, slightly 
lose fitting pants. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Jim was 
short, but otherwise well built. He was wearing a sweatshirt and blue 
jeans.

"Anybody who wants something to drink, come and get it," yelled 
Sharon from the kitchenette. A few of the new arrivals went over to 
get something.

Sharon came over from the kitchenette and she had a copy of the rules 
Mary had let me see. "Ok. Here are the rules for strip poker that we 
are going to use tonight," Sharon said. "I would like everyone to read 
these, and make sure you understand them completely. We will not 
allow any changes to the rules during the game, and everyone 
understands the rules against quitting before the game is over?" 
Sharon handed the rules to Jim. "We will start the game in about ten 
minutes."

The rules were passed to me. I looked them over again, and passed 
them to someone else. Slowly the group assemble on the carpet in a 
big circle. When we were all seated, Sharon began to shuffle and deal 
out the first hand. She had to divide the deck into two separate stacks 
for shuffling, because the double deck stack was too big to shuffle at 
one time. 

"Everyone ante," Kristen said, and we all tossed a chip in the middle 
as Sharon dealt out our five cards. My heart was beating fast as I 
picked up the cards and peaked at them. I had an ace, king, ten, eight, 
five. Some big cards, but nothing. I looked around. Everyone else was 
looking up from studying their cards. Since Sharon had dealt, George 
was the first to act. George checked, and so did Kristen. Jim opened 
by tossing in one chip and Betty saw the bet. It was my turn to act. I 
had an Ace high, which was poor, but might be good enough to keep 
me away from the lowest hand if I just folded. Mary advice though 
had been not to fold, so I saw the bet too. Everyone else saw the bet 
too. 

I kept the Ace and King and took three cards. Bob, George, and Betty 
took 2 cards, everyone else took 3. I peaked at the three new cards, a 
pair of sevens and a three. At least I had one pair now. No way I could 
win with this, but it should not be the lowest hand. Since Jim had 
opened the first round, he was the first to act in this round. Jim 
checked. Betty checked, and so did I. Mary opened the betting for one 
chip. Bob, Sharon, and George folded. Kristen stared a Mary with her 
blue eyes, then saw her bet. Jim let his eyes go back and forth between 
Mary and Kristen, then folded. Betty and I folded too.

"Two pair, Queens and Jacks," said Mary.

Kristen tossed her cards down face up. "Just a pair of Aces," she said.

Mary reached out and grabbed in the stack of chips in the center.

"Now everyone show your cards," said Kristen.

I laid down my pair of sevens. Most of the others had a pair of 
something. I noted that Jim, who had reluctantly folded his hand, had 
a pair of Kings. It turned out Sharon was the loser with a Queen high. 
She pulled her shoes off and tossed them to Mary, who placed them 
behind her.

Mary now sat next to me smiling with a big stack of chips in front of 
her. I had only three left. George shuffled the cards and dealt out 
another hand. I picked up my cards and peeked at a pair of threes, a 
king, jack and a five. Not likely to win unless I get a third three or 
another pair, but probably not the lowest hand either. Kristen was the 
first to act, and she checked and so did Jim. Betty opened for one chip 
and everyone else  quickly saw the bet. Apparently everyone was 
following Mary advice to never fold until after the draw. 

Betty, sitting on my right, took just one card, which probably meant 
she had two pair. Kristen took 2 cards, which might mean she had 3 of 
a kind, but could just mean she had a pair and an ace kicker, or maybe 
just 3 high cards. I took 3 cards. I looked at a pair of nines and a 
ace. 
Now I had 2 pair, nines and threes. 

Betty to my right was the first to act. She reached down and took off 
her shoes and tossed them to the side. "I'm opening for 5 chips" she 
said, as Sharon reached back to the bank box and tossed the 5 chips 
into the center.

Now what should I do. Betty probably had 2 pairs before the draw. 
Did she have a full house now? Or had she drawn to a straight or a 
flush? She must have my two pair beat. So I folded.

Mary looked past me at Betty, then said, "I'll see your bet" as she 
tossed 5 chips from her big pile.

Bob was next, and he did not look happy. He paused, and finally 
reached down to untie his shoes, saying "I'll see the bet". Sharon 
reached back into the bank box and tossed another 5 chips into the 
center.

Sharon and George both folded quickly without another look at their 
cards. Kristen picked her cards up and looked at them again. She 
started to reach for her shoes, then thought better of it. "I fold," she 
announced.

Jim then folded, Betty quickly spread out her cards. She had four 
fours! Mary and Bob both threw their cards down with a groan. Mary 
had three twos and Bob had three sixes.
Betty gathered in the chips in the center. Everyone else spread their 
cards out to see who had the lowest hand. Kristen, who almost bet her 
shoes, had two pair, aces and fives.
It was Jim who had the lowest hand with a pair of eight's. Jim took off 
his shoes and handed them to Betty.

As Kristen slowly shuffled the cards for the next hand, I could see 
why Mary said not to fold before the draw. A pair of eight's had 
ended up the lowest hand. I reached down and tossed my one 
remaining chip into the center for the ante. Except for Mary and Betty, 
who had big stacks of chips, most others were down to their last chip. 
Kristen did not have any chips left. After she dealt us all five cards, 
she slipped off her shoes and placed them over by the bank pile. 
Sharon handed her five more chips, and she put one in the ante.

I picked up my cards and looked at a pair of eight's, an ace, nine and a 
two. Given the last hands results, I had better improve this hand in the 
draw. Jim and Betty both checked to me. I checked and so did Mary. 
Bob reached down and removed his shocks, tossing them into the 
bank pile. Sharon handed him five chips from the bank, and Bob 
opened for one.

Sharon calmly stood up, reached up under her tight skirt and pulled 
off her sheer socks, placing them by the bank pile. "I'll see the bet," 
she said.

George removed his shoes to see the bet. Kristen had chips and just 
saw the bet. Jim took off his socks to see the bet. Betty tossed in one 
chip from her big stack. I untied my shoes and threw them into the 
bank pile to get more chips so I could see the bet.

Mary, who still had lots of chips, just tossed one into the pile.

I decide to keep the ace kicker and just draw two. Bob, Sharon and 
Jim each took one card, while everyone else took three cards. Did they 
all have two pairs, or were they drawing to straight or flushes. Could 
somebody have another four of a kind? I picked up my two cards, but 
they were no help, a jack and a six. Well I would have to fold and 
hope somebody had a lower hand.

Bob, as the initial opener, was the first to act. He opened for one 
chip.

Sharon looked at Bob, and pushed the four chips in front of her 
towards the pile. "I see your bet and raise you three," she said.

Sharon must have something. George folded. Kristen looked at 
Sharon, looked at her cards again, then laid them down and folded. 
Jim folded. Now it was Betty's turn. She immediately started counting 
chips out of her pile. "I'll see the four to me, and raise you five," 
she 
said.

I folded without looking at my pair of eight's again. Mary folded also. 
Bob looked at Betty and Sharon, then folded too. 

Sharon stared across the circle at Betty. Sharon had drawn only one, 
while Betty had drawn three cards. What did they have? Sharon stood 
up, unzipped her dress, and let it drop to the floor, revealing a black 
lacey bra and a half-slip. She stepped out of the dress, picked it up 
and 
placed it in the bank pile. She turned and took five chips from the 
bank and pushed them into the bet pile. "I'll see your bet. What do 
you have Betty?" she said.

Betty smiled and laid down a full house, three's and eight's. Sharon 
moaned and dropped her cards. A jack high straight. "How can you be 
that lucky, Betty. Four of kind last hand and a full house this hand. 
It's not fair," Sharon protested, and crossed her arms just below her 
black bra. 

Betty smiled, reaching out to gather in the chips. "Just beginners luck, 
I guess," she said. Sharon sat on the floor glaring at Betty. Not only 
had she just lost her dress, she did not have any chips left, so she was 
going to have to remove her half-slip to get chips to ante in the next 
hand. That was going to leave her in just her bra and panties.

While I was staring at Sharon's bra, Kristen turned to me and said, 
"Larry, I think you have the low hand."

I looked around at all the other hands. Jim and George both had pairs 
of jacks. Everyone else had two pair or something better. I reached 
down and pulled off my socks and handed them to Betty.

Jim gathered up the cards and began shuffling them. Sharon stood up, 
forced a smile, and said, "Well, here goes." As she pulled her half-slip 
off and tossed it in the bank pile, revealing a pair of black lacey 
panties, that were sold in the center, but semi-transparent at the 
sides. 
Sharon quickly grabbed five chips from the bank and sat back down, 
making it much more difficult to see her panties. Everyone anted in 
one chip. Betty had a huge pile of chips in front of her. Mary still had 
a sizable stack. Everyone else had three or four chips.

Jim dealt out the cards, and I picked up and peaked at my hand. It was 
a king, ten, nine, six and four, or nothing. I really needed to improve 
this hand in the draw, or I was in big trouble.

Jim had dealt, so Betty had to act first. She passed, I passed, and so 
did Mary, Bob, Sharon and George. I thought maybe no one would 
have an opening hand, but Kristen opened and everyone quickly saw 
the bet. I took three cards, and so did everyone except Betty, who took 
two. Did Betty have three of kind this time, or was she just keeping an 
ace kicker. Betty had enough chips in front of her that she could try to 
bluff, although since you had to show your hand, everyone would 
know what she had done.

I picked up my three cards and looked at them, a king, a ten and an 
ace. I now had two pairs, kings and tens, plus an ace. This was a very 
good hand, it could be a winner, but in the last two hands it would not 
even have been the second best hand, so I had to be very careful. 
Since Kristen had opened the betting, she was the first to act, and she 
passed. Then Jim and Betty quickly passed. So this time Betty did not 
have three of a kind. I looked at the two chips still in front of me, 
and 
decided to go for it. I picked one chip and tossed it in the center. "I 
bet 
one," I said.

Bob looked at me, stood up and took off his shirt, tossing it in the 
bank pile. "I'll see your bet of one and raise you five," he said. He 
picked up the single chip in front of him, and shoved it towards the 
pot. Sharon counted out 5 chips from the bank and added it to the pot. 

Sharon then folded. George looked at me, then looked at Bob. George 
took off his socks and tossed them on the bank pile. "I'll see the bet," 
he said, tossing one chip from the two in front of him into the pot. 
Sharon counted out five more chips from the bank and added them to 
the pot.

Kristen, Jim and Betty quickly folded. That left it up to me. I figured 
I 
was beat, and folded.

"Ok, what have you got?" asked George. 

"A king high straight," replied Bob, as he spread his cards.

"What!" George protested. "You drew three cards, and you got a 
straight. How can you beat that luck." George spread out three eight's.

Everyone else spread their cards out to figure who had the lowest 
hand. It was Jim, who had only a K high hand. Jim took off his 
sweatshirt and handed it to Bob.

It was now Betty's deal, and she began to shuffle the cards. I had only 
one chip left, and I pushed it into the center. Kristen and George were 
also down to their last chip. Betty had a huge pile in front of her, Bob 
had a big stack, and Mary still had a little pile. 

Betty dealt out the cards, and I picked up my cards and looked at 
them. I had a pair of queens, an ace, a six and a three. Probably good 
enough to keep me from losing, but I would need to draw another 
queen at least to win. Since Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I 
could 
have opened, but I was going to start losing some real clothes shortly, 
so I decided I had better be real careful, and I passed.

Mary passed, and Bob opened. Sharon saw the bet. George stood up 
and removed his shirt without hesitation, dropping it into the bank 
pile. Sharon handed him five chips and he pushed one into the pot.

Now it was Kristen's turn. She didn't have any chips either. Kristen 
stood up, and reached under her tight skirt to pull down her shear 
stockings. As she leaned over, I caught a glimpse of her white panties 
under her dress. Kristen tossed her socks into the growing bank pile 
and Sharon handed her five chips. Kristen sat down and shoved one 
chip into the pot.

Jim pushed his last chip into the pot, and Betty added one from her 
stack.

That left me. Mary had said it was best to always see the bet before 
the draw, but with a pair of queens, I was pretty sure I would not end 
up with the lowest hand. Unless I was really lucky, I was not going to 
win anything with this hand either. To bet I would have to take my 
shirt off. If I folded, I knew that meant I would have to take my shirt 
off to ante for the next hand, but I had not been very lucky so far, and 
I wanted to conserve my clothes as much as possible. "I fold," I said. 

Everyone looked up at me. No one else had folded before the draw, 
and Mary was looking at me kind of funny. Everyone took three cards 
this time, meaning no one had a super hand before the draw. Since 
Bob had opened, he was the first to act. He passed. So did Sharon, 
George, Kristen, and Jim. 

Betty separated out five chips from her pile and announced, "I bet 
five."  Everyone looked at her. Did she have another sure winner or 
was she just trying to use her big stack of chips to bluff everyone off 
the pot. 

I had already folded, so it went to Mary, who quickly folded. Bob, 
who had something because he had opened, also folded. Then Sharon, 
George, Kristen and Jim quickly followed suite.

"Well, I guess I have you all spooked," Betty said, as she showed 
three tens. Everyone shook their head as they spread their cards out to 
find the lowest hand. Bob had a pair of aces, and Kristen had a pair of 
kings, but Betty clearly had the best hand.

"Oh my God!" Sharon said. I turned and looked at Sharon's hand. It 
was a pair of fours.

Kristen glanced around, and said "I am sorry Sharon, but it looks like 
you have the lowest hand."

Sharon's cheeks were beginning to get a little flush. "Well, I guess we 
knew this was going to happen. I had just hoped it would be to one of 
you other girls. Oh well," she said. Sharon stood up and turned around 
with her back to us as reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. 
After a few seconds she had it free. She held the bra to her breast with 
one hand, while she threaded her arms out of the shoulder straps. Then 
she turned around to face the circle, the bra still held against her 
breast 
with one hand. "This is what you came her for boys," see proclaimed, 
as she pulled the bra away and let her breast flow free.

And what breast they were. I had only seen girls' breasts in the pages 
of Playboy and Penthouse, but never in the flesh. Sharon's breasts 
were not huge, like some of the girls in the magazines, but they were 
very nicely shaped, like a half and orange in size and fairly firm 
looking. As Sharon stood there a few seconds for us to admire her 
breasts, I noticed her nipples were big, round and erect.

Sharon sat down, but did not make an obvious attempt to hide her 
breasts. "Ok guys, admire them while you can. You are going to be 
out of your pants in no time." Sharon said with a wry smile.

Betty turned to me, and said, "Larry, it's your deal. Stop staring at 
Sharon's tits and start shuffling the cards."

"Oh" I said, and started to gather up the cards. I shuffled the cards 
and 
dealt them out again. As I dealt the cards, I now noticed that Sharon 
only had one chip left. That meant she would have to take off her 
panties just to be in the draw this hand. After I dealt the hand, I 
stood 
up and removed my shirt, adding it to the bank pile. Sharon reached 
back and handed me five chips. I pushed one into the ante. Sharon 
pushed her last chip into the pot.

I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a pair of kings this 
time, with a ten, eight and a two. Slightly better than last hand, but 
not 
by much. Since I had dealt, Mary was the first to act, and she passed. 
So did everyone else. It came back to me. I had a minimum hand to 
open, so I could open, or we would all have to ante again, and let 
Mary deal. I decided to open this time, and pushed one chip into the 
pot. 

Mary and Bob quickly saw my bet, then it was Sharon's turn. Sharon 
did not have any chips to see the bet. Sharon stood up again, giving us 
a great view of her breasts again. "Ok guys, a big treat for you, but 
just remember, you'll be losing your pants in a minute, after I win 
mine back, " she said. With that she quickly slide her panties down 
and sat down in a single motion. I caught a brief glimpse of her 
brownish bush, a little darker than her hair. After she sat down, she 
pulled legs up in front of her and pulled her panties off over her feet. 
She kept her legs up so we could not see were her panties had been 
directly, but from my angle I could make out a little under the thigh of 
her leg. Sharon reached back and grabbed five chips, and tossed one 
in the pot.

Everyone else quickly saw the bet. Except for Kristen, who took two, 
everyone took three cards. I looked at my three new cards. A seven, a 
five and a four, so I still had just a pair of kings. I peaked over at 
Sharon again, but she had shifted so I could not see her private parts, 
although her breasts were still clearly in view. Since I had opened, I 
had to act first. I passed, but Mary immediately bet one. Bob saw the 
bet. 

I noticed Sharon was smiling. She reached forward and shoved her 
four remaining chips into the pot. "I call your bet and raise you three. 
I'm all in," she announced.

Sharon was betting everything on this hand. If she lost, the game was 
over, and she was the big loser. She had to stand up and let us all get 
a 
real good look at her. 

George, Kristen, Jim and Betty all quickly folded. I looked at my 
cards, a pair of kings, and folded also.

Mary looked at Sharon, then at her pile of chips. It had dwindled 
down to a very small stack. She pulled off three chips and tossed them 
into the pot saying, "I'll call your bet".
I could see that Mary now had only a single chip left.

Bob had a larger stack of chips. He confidently pushed forward three 
chips, saying "I'll call too. Ok lets see what have you bet your all on 
Sharon?"

Sharon smiled and spread out her cards. "A full house, nines and 
jacks," she said.

Bob and Mary both dropped their cards. They clearly didn't have this 
beat.

Sharon leaned forward and scooped up a few of the chips in the pot. 
"Now I'll buy my panties back from the bank," she said, counting out 
seven chips and putting them back in the bank. She grabbed the 
panties and slipped them on over her feet,  then slid them up her legs 
and all the way on, without standing up. Then she gathered up the rest 
of the chips in the pot. "Let me see. Can I buy my bra back now too?" 
she asked. 

Betty picked up her bra and said, "I have your bra over here, and I 
think the rules say you can only buy things back from the bank. You'll 
have to win your bra back from me."

"Ok," Sharon said. "Enjoy the view while you can guys. You'r going 
to be out of your pants shortly. By the way, who lost this hand?"

We all looked around at our hands. George, Kristen, Jim and Betty all 
had ace high hands. Remember this game was played with two decks, 
so there were eight aces in the deck. George's second card was only a 
ten, so he was the loser. George started to take off his undershirt, but 
Sharon spoke up. "No George. You have to take off your pants. 
Remember it's in the rules. We girls have to get some break for baring 
our breasts with one piece of clothes left, while you guys don't show 
anything until you lose that final piece." George slipped his undershirt 
back on, and unbuckled his pants. He slipped them off his legs one at 
a time, revealing boxer shorts with a obvious bulge in the front. 
George quickly sat down and handed his pants to Sharon. "Ok, now 
this is more like it," Sharon teased George. George adjusted his briefs 
and moved his legs to try to hide his excitement. I turned and looked 
at Mary. She was staring directly at Gorge's problem with a little 
smile on her face.

"I think it is your deal Mary," I finally said.

Mary began to pick up the cards and shuffle for the next hand. I 
turned and looked at Betty. She seemed to be checking out George, 
and sneaking a look at Jim as well. Mary dealt out the cards, and 
everyone tossed their one chip ante into the center. I noticed that Mary 
finally had no chips left in front of her, although she still had all 
her 
clothes. I picked up and looked at my hand. I had a pair of nines, a 
queen, a jack, and an eight, not a very promising hand. Since it was 
Mary's deal, Bob had to act first, and he passed. Then Sharon, George 
and Kristen quickly passed also. Jim seemed to think about it for a 
minute, but then he passed. Betty immediately passed. Since I did not 
have an opening hand, I passed. Mary reached down and pulled off 
her shoes, pushing them into the bank pile. "I open for one," she said, 
as Sharon handed her four chips and tossed the one in the pot.

Everyone quickly saw the bet. People seem to be getting more 
cautious as they lost their clothes. Everyone took three cards. I picked 
my three cards up and looked at a queen, a seven and a three. That 
was no help. At least the pair of nines should not end up the lowest 
hand. Since Mary had opened, she lead the betting and she just 
glanced at her cards and said "I open for one", as she pushed one chip 
towards the pot. Everyone folded quickly to me, and I folded as well.

"Well, you have to show us what you had anyway, Mary. I hope you 
didn't bluff us," said Sharon.

Mary spread out her cards and said, "Two pair, Aces and two's".  
Everyone just placed their cards on the floor without protest, so Mary 
must have had the best hand. I looked around. There were a lot of 
pairs of jacks. This was a two decked game, so there were potentially 
four pairs of jacks, but seeing three pairs looked funny.

Sharon said, "Kristen, it looks like you have the low hand."

Kristen looked at her ace high hand. Everyone else had at least a pair 
of something. "Well, I guess you are right. I'm out of chips too, so I 
guess I better get this over." Kristen stood up, reached to her side and 
unzipped her dress. She then let the shoulder straps fall over her arms 
and the dress fell at her feet. Kristen had a white lacey bra, and it 
looked like her breasts were bigger than Sharon's. Kristen was 
wearing a white half-slip below the waist. She picked the dress up and 
handed it to Mary. Then she grabbed the elastic bands of the half-slip, 
and slide it down her legs, lifting one foot at a time out of the slip. 
She 
then stood up revealing a very low cut white, laced panties as she 
tossed the slip into the large bank pile. 

Kristen stood there for a minute sticking her chest out a little to 
emphasize her breast. "You like what you see boys?" she said, and 
then sat down, with all the guy's eyes firmly fix on her chest. "Ok 
Bob, wake up. Time to deal", she added teasingly, as pushed some of 
the cards towards Bob.

Bob looked down and started to gather up all the cards, and then 
shuffled them. My eyes went back and forth between Sharon's firm 
breasts and Kristen's lacey bra. The girls began to ante and I looked 
down to see only one chip. I pushed my last chip into the ante. George 
stood up and removed his undershirt with great flare, and tossed it into 
the bank pile. Sharon handed him five more chips, and he anted one of 
them. I picked up my hand and looked at it. I had an ace, a king, a six, 
a five and a four, an ace high hand. I better find some way to improve 
this hand, or I was in big trouble. I was going to have to take off my 
pants now just to say in the game. With this hand I did not dare drop 
out before the draw.

Since Bob dealt, Sharon was the first to act, and she opened without 
hesitation. George and Kristen saw the bet. Then it was  Jim's turn, 
and he was out of chips. Jim quickly removed his undershirt and 
tossed it towards the bank pile. Sharon handed him 5 chips, and Jim 
tossed one into the pot to see the bet. Betty then saw the bet. Now it 
was my turn. I stood up, unbuckled my pants and slide them down. 
The erection I had gotten from staring at Sharon and Kristen's breasts 
immediately pushed the front of my boxers out. 

"Boy, Larry sure likes what he sees there Sharon and Kristen." Mary 
blurted out.

"Next time you play strip poker Larry, you might get some jockey 
briefs," giggled Betty next to me.

I stood there struggling to get my pants off my legs. Finally I got them 
free and sat down abruptly, pulling my legs up in front of me to cover 
up my erections. Sharon reached across to give me my five chips, 
giving me a heavenly view of her breasts as she extended her hand 
across the circle, but this had the side effect of making my erection 
even harder. I had to concentrate on the game more and lose this 
erection quick. I tossed in my bet, and Mary and Bob did also.

Everyone took three cards, except for Sharon, who took only two. I 
looked at my three cards. They were a queen, a four and a two. That 
was no help at all. I still just had a ace high hand. I was in big 
trouble 
now. I had only two pieces of clothes left, and it looked like I might 
be sitting there in only my briefs at the end of this hand.

Sharon opened the betting for one chip. George, Kristen, Jim and 
Betty all folded. I had no choice but too fold also, and pray someone 
had a lower hand. Mary and Bob then folded. Obviously, everyone 
was being careful.

Sharon laid down her cards. "Three sixes," she announced. I had 
figured she had three of a kind, because she seemed so sure of her bets 
and she only took two cards. As I lay down my ace high hand I 
searched anxiously for a lower hand. Suddenly, my heart jumped. 
Kristen had a ace, king, jack. I had a ace, king queen. I didn't have 
the 
low hand, and Kristen was going to lose her bra! 

Kristen was also looking carefully at all the hands. Finally, she said, 
"Mary, I think you have the lowest hand." I looked down at Mary's 
hand. She had an ace, eight, even lower than Kristen. Mary had only 
lost her shoes, so far, so that was not very promising.

"I guess your right," said Mary. "but both you and Larry almost lost it 
there." Mary stood up and bend down and reached under her full skirt 
to pull down her panty hose. She got a hold of the top of the panty 
hose and pulled them down to her knees, and then sat down to pull 
them the rest of the way off her feet. She reached over and handed 
them to Sharon.

George gathered up the cards, shuffled them and dealt them out again. 
While he did that, I tried to check out how many chips and clothes 
everyone had. George had only his underpants left and he had three 
chips. Jim also had only his underpants left, but he had four chips. 
Kristen had her panties and bra left, plus three chips. I had my boxers 
and undershirt left, plus four chips. Sharon was wearing only her 
panties, but she had a big stack of chips in front of her. Bob, Mary and 
Betty all had big stacks and most of their clothes left. If I could 
avoid 
having the lowest hand, and losing another piece of clothes, then most 
likely either George or Jim would be the big loser, but not before 
Kristen lost her bra.

I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a very poor hand, a 
queen, a nine, an eight, a three and a two. I had to hope for 
improvement in this hand.

Since George had dealt, Kristen was the first to act, and she passed, 
then Jim and Betty. Now it was my turn. I immediately passed without 
looking at my hand again. Mary checked after me and Bob opened for 
one chip. Everyone quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards and 
waited for George to deal me more cards. 

Finally, Bob got to me and I picked up my three new cards, a seven, a 
three and a two. Now I was in real trouble. I had a queen high hand. 
Unless I was very lucky, I was about to lose my undershirt and be in 
the same state of undress as George and Jim.

Bob had opened the first round, and he passed. Sharon grabbed a chip 
from her pile and tossed it into the pot to open the betting for one 
chip. George, Kristen and Jim all folded. Betty, with an even bigger 
pile of chips than Sharon, grabbed a handful, counted out six, and then 
said, "I see you're one and raise you five."

Well clearly I folded, and so did Mary. Bob looked at Betty and then 
Sharon, and folded also.

"Ok, Betty, what have you got?" asked Sharon. Betty laid down three 
Jacks. "Well, you got me again, Betty," Sharon said, as dropped a pair 
of kings and a pair of threes on the floor. 

As Betty started to gather in the pot to add it to her already huge pile 
of chips, I nervously looked around for a lower hand than my queen 
high. Kristen had an ace high hand, and was also carefully checking 
the other hands. She spotted my queen high, and said, "Larry, I think 
you have the lowest hand. Anyone lower than a queen high?" There 
wasn't anyone. I quickly pulled my undershirt off and handed it to 
Betty next to me. 

Now I was in trouble. I was sitting there in only my boxer shorts. I 
had two chips left, which would hold me through the next hand, if I 
didn't bet. After that I was going to have to lose my boxers, just to 
ante. Jim was in the same situation, and George had only one chip left, 
so he was going to have to lose his underpants in the next hand. It was 
some relieve that George would lose his underpants first, but Jim and 
I would be right behind him.

Kristen began to gather up the cards for the next hand. All I could 
think about was I was sitting on the floor in this apartment, in only my 
boxers, with four girls I barely knew. Jim and George were in there 
underpants, Kristen was in her panties and bra, and Sharon was in her 
just her panties, with her round beautiful breast bouncing as she 
shifted her weight. Sharon's breasts were causing me an enormous 
erection, which forced me to pull my legs up in front of me.

I pushed one of my chips into the pot for my ante, and picked up my 
five cards. I had a pair of sixes, and a queen, a nine, and a three. 
This 
was better, but certainly not a winner. Kristen had dealt, so Jim had to 
act first. He looked at his hand for a long time, and finally opened by 
tossing a chip into the pot. Betty saw the bet, and I tossed my last 
chip 
into the pot. Mary, Bob and Sharon saw the bet. Now it was George's 
turn. He had no chips left, and was going to have to take his 
underpants off to stay in this hand. He could fold and delay it for a 
few minutes. George stared at his cards for a long time, and finally 
stood up and looked around. George then tried to pull his jockey 
briefs down and sit down in a single movement, just as Sharon had 
done earlier with her panties. The only problem is that when the briefs 
came off, George's erection popped almost straight out. I heard Betty 
whisper "Oh wow". I looked at Mary. She just stared at George, as he 
wiggled to try to hide his erection between his legs. Based on what 
Charlene had told me, I wondered if Mary had ever seen an erection 
before. 

Sharon finally reached back and handed George four chips, tossing 
the one into the pot. Kristen then tossed one chip into the pot to 
finish 
the first round of betting. Everyone discarded 3 cards, so a pair was 
the best that anyone must have had before the draw. I picked up my 
three new cards. They were a pair of sevens and a ten, so I now had 
two pair, sixes and sevens. Could that be good enough to win the 
hand? It was possible, but I doubted it. Then there was the problem 
that I had no chips left to bet. I would have to give up my boxers to 
find out. Of course, if I folded, I would have to give up my boxers 
right after the hand anyway, so it might not make that much 
difference.

I looked up at Jim. He was the first to act, and he was staring at his 
cards. He didn't have any chips either, so if he was thinking of betting 
he was going to have to lose his briefs now too. Suddenly, Jim stood 
up, whipped his briefs down and sat back down, using his legs to 
cover up his erections. I think everyone but me was studying their 
own cards and was caught completely be surprise when Jim did this. I 
looked at Mary. She seemed confused. I think see had missed her 
chance to get a peak at Jim's equipment.

Sharon looked at Jim, and said, "I take it you want to open. How 
many you want to bet?"

"Just one," said Jim. Sharon tossed one chip in the pot for Jim and 
handed the other four to Jim.

Betty then folded. Now it was my turn. "Well how about it Larry? Are 
you as bold as Jim?" teased Kristen.

I looked at my two pair. Jim had opened and taken three cards. That 
means he must have had a pair of jacks, queens, kings or aces before 
the draw. He would not be betting his underpants on one of those 
hands. So he must have at least two pair. If one of those pairs was a 
jack, queen, king or ace, he had my two pair beat, so I finally said "I 
fold".

"Ok Larry," said Mary, "We can wait. I fold too."

Bob looked at Jim and saw the bet. Sharon folded, and so did George. 
Kristen immediately saw the bet and said, "Ok, Jim, let's see what 
you got."

"Two pair, queens and tens," Jim said nervously, as he spread his 
cards.

"Sorry, Jim," said Kristen, "Three kings", but the smile on Kristen's 
face did not indicate she was sorry at all.

"Damn," was all the Jim said, and he began to gather up the cards for 
the next hand.

I decided this was my best chance. The boxers were going to have to 
come off to get chips to say in the game, and it would be best to do it 
now, rather than when everyone was staring at me. I jumped up, 
yanked my boxers down to my knees, and sat back down, folding my 
legs over the top of my erection. 

"Good job, Larry", said Mary, next to me with a big smile on her face. 
I don't think I caught her completely be surprise, and she must have 
gotten a little eyeful.

I finished pulling my boxers off my legs and tossed them onto the 
bank pile. Sharon reached back into the bank box and pulled out five 
chips. She got partially up and leaned across the circle of players to 
hand me the chips. This gave me another good look at her breasts as I 
reached out to accept the chips, and my erection seemed to get even 
bigger pushing up on my legs.

Jim was now dealing out the cards, and everyone tossed their one chip 
ante into the pot. I picked up my cards. This time I had a pair of twos, 
a jack, a six and a four. In most of the hands we had played a pair of 
twos would not have been the lowest, so that was good. Should I risk 
folding and hope someone else would have a lower hand?

Betty passed, I passed, and Mary and Bob passed. Without taking 
another look at her cards, Sharon opened with one chip. She seemed 
very sure of herself. George looked at his cards again and saw the bet. 
Kristen saw the bet. Then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his 
cards carefully. Obviously, he was thinking about folding. In our 
situation, if you had a good enough hand to be sure you would not be 
lowest, you might be better off to fold. Jim finally decided to bet and 
threw in one chip. Betty quickly bet, and then it was my turn. 

Here was my situation. To not be the first one out, I had to make sure 
Jim or George ran out of chips before I did. If at the end of a hand, I 
had even one chip left and either or both of them had none, then I 
would not have to stand up and let the girls examine my private parts 
for 10 minutes. I could just sit here, covering up like I was now, and 
then put my clothes back on when the 10 minutes was up. At the 
beginning of this hand I was one chip ahead of both Jim and George. 
Both Jim and George now had two chips left, just enough for one 
more hand, if they saw the bet. If I folded right now, and my pair of 
twos was not the lowest hand, then I would have four chips left after 
this hand. If I saw the bet I would have three chips left after this 
hand, 
still one ahead of Jim and George. Was a pair of twos good enough to 
not be the worst hand? 

On the positive side, if I did bet, there always was the chance of 
getting a killer hand and winning my boxers back. Everyone was 
looking at me, so I finally tossed one chip into the pot, since I would 
be one chip up on Jim and George anyway. Mary and Bob quickly 
saw the bet.

I took three cards, but Mary only took one card, and both Bob and 
Sharon took two cards. Everyone else took three cards. I picked up a 
pair of queens and an eight. Now I had two pair, queens and twos. 
Definitely, not the lowest hand, but could it be a winner? Possibly, but 
it seem a long shot.

Sharon seemed to like whatever she got in her draw, and she said, "I'll 
open for five. Any of you gentlemen with less than five chips, can go 
all in, and we will divide the pot." 

George immediately folded, looking kind of nervous. Kristen folded. 
Jim looked at his hand, shook his head, and folded. Betty folded, and 
then it was my turn.

Sharon was much too sure of herself. She had only taken two cards, so 
she may have had three of a kind, or a pair with an ace kicker. She 
was happy with her draw too, so she might have a full house or at 
least two pair, with one of them being an ace. In any event, I felt like 
she had my two pair, queens and twos, beaten, so I folded.

Mary and Bob folded too. "Ok, show us what you had," said Jim.

Sharon smiled, and laid down four aces. Two or three players howled 
in protest almost simultaneously. Everyone spread their cards on the 
carpet and looked around to see who had the lowest hand. I wasn't 
worried with two pair, but I checked out Jim and George. Jim had two 
pair, queens and fours, but George only had a King high. Could that 
be the low hand? Then I saw Mary only had a ten high hand. She had 
only taken one card. It looked like she had been trying to draw to a 
straight, and had not made it. Drawing to a straight or flush was a big 
risk in this game, but Mary had lots of clothes left, so she had taken 
the chance, and lost.

Mary stood up and started to pull her blouse out of her shirt to take it 
off. "Actually, Mary, you have my shoes from the first hand. You 
could give them back to me instead of your blouse. Unless, of course, 
you would rather give me your blouse," said Sharon.

Mary looked down behind her at Sharon's shoes. "Ok, I'll give you 
back your shoes," said Mary.

"Not that they will do me any good," continued Sharon to no one in 
particular, "since Betty had my bra, and I've been sitting here topless 
practically the whole game." Sharon sat up straight, pushed her chest 
out, wiggled her breast back and fourth a few times. "Have you 
enjoyed these boys. "Get a good look at them. I think we are going to 
get a real good look at your equipment after this hand."

Betty began to gather up the cards for the next hand. As she shuffled 
the cards I stared at Sharon's round breasts, but my mind was turning 
over what the best strategy would be for this next hand. If one or both 
of Jim and George went all in on this hand, then I should just fold 
after the draw, and keep my one chip, thus barely escaping being the 
big loser. But if both Jim and George folded before the draw, I would 
have to consider doing the same. I tossed one of my three remaining 
chips into the pot and picked up my cards. I had an ace, a queen, a 
four, a three and a two. If I just folded, there was a good chance this 
would not be the lowest hand, but could I take that chance. Since 
Betty had dealt, I had to act first. I just passed. 

Mary said "I'll open for one." This was good, now George and Jim 
had to decide what they were doing before I did.

Bob and Sharon quickly saw the bet. George put his cards down on 
the floor and tossed his last chip into the pot. "I'm all in," he 
announced.

George had not spent much time thinking about it, so either he had a 
very poor hand, or it had not occurred to him that he could fold in this 
case.

Kristen saw the bet, and then it was Jim's turn. Jim was studying his 
cards carefully. He was obviously thinking about folding. Finally he 
looked up, and said, "Oh well, this is what you girls are waiting for. 
I'm all in too," and he said, tossing his last chip into the pot.

Betty saw the bet, and then it was my turn. Both Jim and George were 
all in already, so even if one of them won the hand, the game would 
be over this hand. The most important thing now was to make sure I 
did not have the lowest hand, so I saw the bet.

Everyone took three cards. I picked up my new cards. They were a 
pair of jacks and an ace. This was now my best hand of the night. I 
had two pair, aces and jacks. This could be a good enough hand to 
win, but then again, it might not be.

Mary, who still had a little pile of chips in front of her, studied her 
cards for a long time, and finally opened the betting with one chip. 
Bob and Sharon quickly folded. George was, of course all in, so 
Sharon reached out and divided the pot, putting Mary's second round 
opening bet in a separate pile. Kristen then folded. Jim was all in. 
Betty also folded, making it my turn. 

The safe thing to do was too fold. Jim or George, and probably both, 
would be out of the game after this hand. If I just folded, I would have 
one chip left, and I would have escaped the embarrassment of 
standing up completely naked in front of these girls. On the other 
hand, from the vibes I was getting from Mary, I thought I probably 
had her hand beat. Before the draw, Mary must have had a high pair, 
jacks, queens, kings, or aces, since she discarded three cards. If she 
had gotten three of a kind, I thought she would have bet more than 
one, probably five chips given the stack she still had in front of her. 
If 
I was right, and the more I thought about it the more sure I became 
that I was, I could buy back my boxers from the bank. This would 
allow me to cover up for the ten minute show off period  

Then a thought occurred to me. What did George and Jim have? I did 
not have any read on what they had. What if one of them beat both 
Mary and I. Of course the pot had been split. If I bet my last chip, and 
George or Jim won the hand, the side pot would still go to either Mary 
or myself depending. If I won the side pot, I would still have chips, 
and I felt sure I had Mary beat. Everyone was looking at me, so I 
picked up my last chip and tossed it into the side pot and said, "I see 
the bet."

Mary looked very surprised. "Come on Mary. It looks we with have a 
three man show tonight," bubbled Kristen. 

It was beginning to sink in what I had just done. Why was I so stupid 
as to risk standing naked in front of four girls on my hunch that I had 
Mary beat. Why couldn't I have just played it safe, and folded.

"Well, I don't know Kristen," Mary said, as she spread out her cards. 
"I only have a pair of Kings. What do you have Larry?"

A pair of Kings! That was even worse than I had expected. I laid 
down my cards. "Two pair, aces and jacks," I said, with a big smile on 
my face. "What about Jim and George. What do you have?"

I heard Jim say, "Not much." Apparently he could not beat me. 
George just tossed down his cards and did not say anything. I looked 
at Jim's hand. It was a king high. George had a queen high. Well, I 
should not have wasted my time worrying about their hands. 
Everyone else put down their cards, and we looked for the low hand. 
It was George, with his queen high. He was already out of the game, 
so he could not give me anything for winning the bet. 

"Do you want to buy back your underpants, Larry," asked Mary. 

"Sure, of course," I replied. Mary gathered up 7 chips and handed 
them to Sharon, then got up and grabbed my boxers from the bank 
pile and handed them to me. This was very niece of her, since I had a 
little problem getting up to get them without showing off as much as 
Jim and George were shortly going to have to do. I slipped the boxers 
up over my knee, and slide them on without getting up. 

Now I felt a little better. I was still sitting in my boxer shorts in a 
room with four girls I barely knew, in various stages of undress. All 
the tension of the last hand and relief over the game being over had 
caused me to forget about Sharon's breasts, which were still on 
display over in the kitchenette were Sharon had gone to look for a 
timer. My erection had subsided considerably, and I was wondering if 
I could standup now without something popping out of my boxers. I 
decided to chance it, and got up to stretch my legs. 

Kristen and Betty were moving some furniture, apparently to get some 
chairs we could sit in for Jim and George's show. Except for a small 
stroke of luck, it could have been the Jim, George and Larry show. I 
walked over towards the kitchenette and the bathroom. I needed to go 
to the bathroom, but the door was closed. Somebody was already 
using it. I waited for it to be free. I looked back and saw Jim and 
George still sitting on the floor looking at each other and the rest of 
us, wondering what was going to happen next.

Finally, Bob came out of the bathroom, which gave me my chance. 
After relieving myself I had completely lost my erection, and I felt 
safe walking around in my boxers. I just had to avoid looking at 
Sharon's bare breast.

"Ok, now listen up," said Sharon. "Jim and George are now going to 
provide our entertainment. Come on, don't be shy. Come and stand 
here in the middle of the room, so we can get a good look at you."  
Jim and George looked at each other and then slowly stood up. They 
had not gotten their erections under control, and the girls started 
yelling and making cat calls when Jim and George stood up. 

"Come on over here where we can get a better look at you," said 
Sharon. Jim and George slowly walked over towards the middle of the 
room, their erections bouncing up and down with every step they 
took. I looked at Mary face. She was loving this. There was a big 
smile on her face, and she could not take her eyes off from Jim and 
George. Mary got up and walked over closer to Jim. She looked down 
and examined Jim very closely. Then she went over to George for a 
close look also. Betty got up and joined Mary for a close up 
inspection. Then Sharon and Kristen when over to get a closer look.

"Can you guys dance?" asked Sharon. Kristen went over to turn up 
the music.

The answer was Jim and George could not dance, at least not buck 
naked in front of four girls. They wiggled around and looked silly. 
The girls were giggling and Betty got out a dollar bill to wave at Jim. 
Jim, however, was not interested in a dollar at this point. Kristen then 
suggested that George should get her a soda and glass from the 
refrigerator. George compiled, and came back and handed Kristen her 
soda and a glass. This gave Kristen the opportunity to check out Jim's 
manhood very carefully. 

Mercifully the kitchen timer finally went off signaling the end of Jim 
and George's ordeal. They both immediately ran to find their 
underpants. I was just starting to gather up my clothes, when I noticed 
that Jim and George were dressed and pulling on their shoes. They 
both left without saying anything to anyone. Jim had come with Betty, 
but apparently he was not going to wait for her to leave.

I pulled my pants on and looked around for Mary. She was getting 
into her panty hose. I pulled on my shirt and undershirt. I spotted my 
shoes, but had to look around for my socks. Mary came up behind me 
and said, "Ready to go?"

"As soon as I find my socks.oh there they are over there," I replied.

I pulled on my socks and shoes. Then Mary and I said good bye to the 
others and we started back towards the campus.

"That was a very gusty move, betting everything on that last hand," 
said Mary. "I don't think I would have had the courage to do that."

"I am still not sure why I did it," I replied. "I thought I had you 
beat, 
but still, I could've just played it safe. I could've just sat nude in 
the 
corner while Jim and George tried to dance for you girls, but I wanted 
my shorts back and something inside told me I had you beat and to 
just go for it".

"And go for it you did," said Mary. "Did you enjoy the game, Larry?"

"Well, I kind of wish I had more clothes on there at the end," I said.

"Well, you did get to see a lot of Sharon," Mary said, "and Kristen 
was in her underwear for a long time." 

"Yah, that was ok," I said, "it's just that I expected to do better than 
what I did."

"You just didn't get very good cards tonight," Mary said. "From what 
I could see, you played very well given the cards that you were 
getting. Luck is a big factor in poker. Given that you only have 30 
chips to lose for all your clothes, luck will be a big factor in strip 
poker. The way most kids play it, luck is the only factor. We wanted 
to bring some regular poker skill back into the game to make it more 
interesting, but still luck is an important factor. Maybe next game you 
will be more lucky."

"Next game?" I said in surprise. I hadn't recovered from this game, 
and Mary was already talking about another game. "I don't know. I'm 
not sure Sharon and Kristen are going to be all that excited after this 
game."

"Oh, Sharon and Kristen understood the risks in playing strip poker," 
replied Mary. "When you play strip poker, somebody is going to get 
stripped. No mater how skillful a player you are, it can be you. 
Besides, if none of the girls had shown anything, we would probably 
have to find all new guys for the next game. Sharon gave you a little 
sample of what you might see next game. Chances are a girl will be 
the big loser next game, and then you can get a real good look at 
somebody."

"Well, you got a pretty good look at me there." I said.

Mary giggled and smiled, "I got a peak at you. I got a good look at 
Jim and George."

I stared back at Mary as we walked along, not quit able to believe her 
attitude. I asked "What about Jim and George? I don't think they are 
going to want to play again, and if they do, they are going to be out 
for revenge"

"I don't know," replied Marry. "Maybe Jim and George will chicken 
out, maybe they will come back for revenge. If they chicken out, then 
Kristen and Betty will have to find someone else, or maybe Kristen 
and Betty will just decide to invite someone else for the next game, 
even if Jim and George want to come back for their revenge."

"How about you Larry?" Mary continued,  "Are you up for another 
game?"

Did Mary like me, or did see just think I was a safe person to bring to 
a strip poker game, or maybe just a fun person to play strip poker 
against? I was just a scrawny, nerdy looking college freshman, so it 
wasn't my fantastic body that made me her strip poker partner of 
choice, but I couldn't tell what had. 

"I guess so," I replied. 

Mary smiled, and said "Good. I will let you know if we get another 
game organized."





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