I don't know how the hell I got involved in that card game with Dave and his drinking buddies. Well no, I do know how, I just continually ask myself why!
Dave lives down the corridor in the student halls at the university I attend. Though I guess he's not really bad looking, I'd never found him attractive. He had a kind of know-it-all attitude that just always pissed me off. Anyway, this particular Thursday night I'd gone down to his room to see if I could borrow some course notes for something I was having trouble with. I found Dave and two of his drinking cronies engaged in a game of poker and obviously all the worse for wear judging by the empty beer cans all over the floor.
The guys all started calling for me to come and join in the game, saying how they'd love to make some easy money from me. I joined in their banter, telling them it was I who'd be cleaning them out. One thing led to another and the next thing I know I'm sitting at the table playing poker with them. Things are going pretty normally, I win some, I lose some, but then I'm dealt the mother of all hands – three kings and a queen. A couple of draws later and that's three kings and two queens. It's hard to conceal my delight. The trouble is the guys don't seem to know when they're beat and they keep betting for round after round until finally I'm actually out of cash!
So I was out of cash now, but determined that I wouldn't lose this hand, thinking that my hand must surely beat anything the others held.
"Will you take an IOU?" I asked them.
"I've got a better idea," said Dave, "you can bet your shirt."
I thought about it long and hard and then thought "what the hell" and took off my shirt and tossed it on to the table. The guys whistled slowly as they eyed up my bra-encased tits. While not blockbusters they're large enough, firm and beautifully smooth. Though I resented being leered at that way, the voyeuristic excitement of it made my nipples perk up, which didn't go unnoticed. The guys whistled and commented even more and my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
"Come on guys, get on with the game..." I tried to say it with a dismissive "I don't care" attitude, but I don't think it washed.
The guys all saw me and raised me. I know I should have quit there and then, but stubborn pride and the fact that I wanted to see the look on their faces when I showed my hand, made me stay in the game. I bet my jeans.
I stood up and peeled them off, trying hard not to do it in any sort of provocative way. I wanted to make this look like "strictly business" and not some form of erotic strip show. Well, as businesslike as I tried to keep it, the sight of me standing there in just bra and pants was obviously a pretty hot sight. The guys whooped and whistled and told me to "do a twirl" so they could take it all in.
"Go screw yourself," I told them as I tossed my jeans onto the pile and sat back down.
I noticed all of the guys had been adjusting their crotches, obviously all sporting hard-ons now that they'd seen me in just my underwear. I don't know why the situation was affecting me this way, but my pussy was juicing up wildly and I was glad I was sitting again, or the damp stain would have been obvious. My nipples were straining more than ever at the fabric of my bra.
The guys all saw me and raised me again. At this point I realised that if I played on, win or lose, the guys would all see me naked. That didn't seem fair and I put the point to them.
"Too bad princess," Dave replied. "You could always fold, but if you want to stay in the game you're going to have to keep betting clothes."
I was mad. Mad at myself for getting into this situation. Mad at the guys for not being fair. So mad that I was more determined than ever I was going to win this hand.
"Fine, fine, on with the game then," I said, still trying to sound cool and dismissive. I reached around and unclipped my bra, catching it as it fell away from my tits. I tossed it casually onto the pile in the middle of the table and the guys jaws all visibly dropped. They sat there, open mouthed and by the look of it dry mouthed, swallowing uncomfortably as they drunk in the sight of my perfect milky orbs, my prominent nipples jutting out like metal studs. I felt quite empowered at this point, seeing that the sight of my boobs had reduced the three guys to blubbering imbeciles. I guess they hadn't really expected I'd go that far and I felt it was one up to me that I'd proved them wrong.
"Come on then, still in the game or what?" I sneered at them.
"Uh, yeah, sure," said the guy at my left. He saw me and raised me, as did all the others.
At this point it would have been stupid to fold, there wasn't much more to lose and anyway, the guys seemed more embarrassed at seeing my body than I did about them seeing it. I peeled off my pants and tossed them into the pile. The fact I did it sitting meant that no one got to ogle my shaved pussy, but I'm sure the musky aroma from my pants and my pussy wasn't lost on them.