"I'll see your ten and raise you twenty," said Allan. As he spoke he tossed three blue chips from his very short stack into the large pot sitting in the middle of the table. He then leaned back in hardwood kitchen chair. His lanky body made him look very thin, but his friends knew he was in better condition than some of them. He wore his blonde-from-a-box hair short and messy, held that way with gel. His soft face was as flat as he could make it. His light almost transparent blue eyes were staring at his opponent across the circular kitchen table from him.
His opponent was the owner of the modest three bedroom house they were in. She had a smirk on her cute oval face, but her hazel eyes didn't carry the humor of her lips. She had that face framed by falling tresses of milk chocolate brown curls that hung to just past her shoulders. "You really think you're going to beat me?" she asked, still with the smirk. She took a glance at the other two women at the table with them. As her eyes came back to Allan she tossed five more blue chips, from her equally short stack, into the pot. "How do you like them apples?" she quoted Matt Damon from 'Good Will Hunting', one of her favorite movies. She reached her right hand up to brush stray strand of hair off her forehead because the air conditioning was blowing almost directly on her. Her left hand went to the back of her neck to scratch and stretch. Having both hands up caused her bit more than a handful sized chest to lift more into Allan's view.
His eyes locked onto the front of her sleeveless flower print blouse. "You know that's cheating, Jane?" he grumbled. Jane feigned innocence and smiled. "I'll raise you another ten." His blue eyes became hard now.
"Damn! I'm glad I fell out at the beginning," stated the woman to Allan's right. She sat back, brushed her long brown hair off her shoulder and smiled. She may be a brunette, but she acts more like a blonde. Her brown eyes always carry a glint of humor and confusion, unless she was at work. Then she is very much like a stereotypical brunette, smart. "Though it would be nice to have that kind of money, right, Amy?"
"Sure would, Becky," answered Amy as her chocolate colored eyes bounced back and forth between the only two still playing. Amy had strawberry blonde hair that barely covered her ears.
"I raise you fifteen," stated Jane, dropping two blue and one red chip into the pot. She had already thrown the matching bet into the pot.
"Shit! I want to see who won, but I can't see your bet. All I have is ten left." He held the last chip he had in front of him to show everyone.
"I have an idea," grinned Jane. "But first, Amy how much is in the pot?"
After a quick sort and count Amy gave the amount. "There's three hundred seventy-five dollars in the pot." Becky's eyes opened in surprise, Alan grinned and Jane gave him a mischievous smile.
"Allan, I have another fifteen here and you have ten. If we put that in it will make the pot an even four hundred. I don't care that you can't match my side of the pot. All I care about is this hand; I want to see who wins. As a way to make things a little more balanced let's add a side bet. That way it makes things just a bit more interesting." She flashed that smile again. Now everyone was hanging on her words. "First of all we put all the money in the pot. If you win you pay back the part you couldn't cover and you still get to call me on the side bet. If I win I get the full four hundred and to call you on the side bet. Sound fair?" He nodded,
"The side bet is that the winner gets to have the loser do one task. This task can be anything; the only stipulation is no sex of any kind. The task must last at least one hour and no longer than three. It can be completed in any state of dress from nudity to formal wear. Finally it must be completed within the next forty-eight hours. Do we have a deal?" She had been leaning forward as she spoke but was now on her forearms on the table and almost out of her seat.
"How do I know you won't back out on the bet when I win?" he countered.
"Have I ever been known to welch on a bet? Besides we have two witnesses right here," she answered reaching her right hand across the table.
"I want it in writing and signed by all four of us on top of the pot before we go any farther," he said taking her hand. He was already thinking of things for her to do. He had always fantasized about seeing her bare chest. They had been friends for ten years and he had watched her develop into her D-cup chest. The first thing that came to mind was to have her come over to his apartment and clean it topless, then the idea of having her be his nude beer maid while he watched the baseball game popped into his head. Jane produced some paper and a pen and then started scribbling the rules of the bet down.
"Why do we have to sign it?" asked Becky indicating Amy and her.
"You two are witnesses and he wants it covered in case he backs out," goaded Jane. She finished writing the rules then signed it with a flourish before handing it to Amy. Amy quickly signed it and gave the paper to Becky, who read it before signing. She couldn't help it, being a high school English teacher. Finally Allan got the sheet; he too read it before signing it.
The bet for this hand of poker is approximately $200 a piece. Also included in the bet is a task to be done by the loser. This task can be no less than 1 hour and no more than 3 hours. Nudity can be called for, but no sex of any kind. The task must be given and done with by 8 pm Sunday.
Jane's signature took up most of the rest of the page. Amy and Becky had squeezed their signatures between the text of the bet and Jane's. Allan grunted and signed right along the bottom.
"I added the part about a time limit for the winner to give the task. I figured it shouldn't take more than two days to choose a task," supplied Jane as Allan placed the sheet of paper on top of the pot and under his final chip. Jane placed her last chips on it too.
"Sorry Jane, I believe I win," said Allan with a wide grin. He flipped over his three face-down cards, revealing a pair of Jacks and the six of clubs. The face-up cards in his hand were the other two Jacks, the five of spades and the Ace of diamonds. In total this hand of seven card stud ended up giving him a four of a kind in Jacks, one of the toughest hands in poker to beat.
"Damn!" exclaimed Amy as Becky said, "Nice hand."
"Looks like it could beat the king high that I have showing, but first let's see what my hole cards are." Jane's four face-up cards were the king of spades, and the five, seven, and eight of diamonds. Slowly turning over one card she revealed the king of diamonds first, then she turned the second card over to show the king of clubs. Everyone took a deep breath and held it waiting for Jane to turn over the last card. As she turned it over everyone leaned forward. The card landed upright to show it was the last king, the king of hearts.
Amy almost fell backward over her overturned chair, that she overturned as she jumped back and stood up in surprise. Becky sat back laughing and pointing at Allan. "She screwed you. She knew she was going to win when she made that bet," bubbled Amy as she joined in the laughing and righted her chair. Jane just sat back, put her hands behind her head and gave Allan a shit-eating grin and a wink.
Allan sat staring at Jane's hand like he was in a trance, not even noticing anything around him. "How could I lose? I had a killer hand! How could I lose?" he mumbled to himself as if it were a mantra.
Once Amy, Becky and Allan calmed down or snapped back to reality, Jane pulled the pot to her, being very careful with the piece of paper on top. She made sure the slip sat in a place everyone could see, right next to her drink. She carefully stacked the chips while Allan watched in a stupor, still mumbling to himself. The other two started to converse, speculating on what Jane was going to have Allan do.
Allan caught snippets of their suggestions, like nude housework and meal server nude or not, but he was not really paying attention, neither was Jane. When Amy and Becky realized this they got up and headed to the kitchen sink about twenty feet away still conversing.
Jane continued to meticulously stack the chips and Allan stared, no longer mumbling. A good portion of three minutes passed this way, then Jane finished with the chips. She placed the paper back in the middle of the table. Amy and Becky returned to the table and became quiet. Allan's eyes lifted to meet Jane's.
"I'm calling this in right now. It's nearly one in the morning and the temp is still in the eighties. I want you, Allan, to strip to your underwear here then with only car key, driver's license and cell phone you will go out to your car. In your car you will remove your underwear, leaving them here, and go for a drive. At intervals I will call you and have you meet me at certain places. Also, you will lower the top on your car. Don't worry about where you're going to meet me. I'll give you an idea before we part each time," stated Jane, watching his face. Allan's face drained of blood and his eyes became the size of saucer dishes. The other two gasped at the idea the giggled like little school girls.
"Don't worry about being caught, it's late and if you end up attracting the cops, I'll pay your fine," said Jane with a smile. She then produced a slip of paper stating what she just said.
"I can see only one complication to your plan," answered Allan, finally finding his voice again. "I went commando today." He grinned as all three ladies, having just taken a sip of their drinks, sputtered with surprise.
"You what?" asked Amy.
"What's going commando?" asked Becky.
