It Started with Poker

[AndreaSubbie]

Shit! Jack was right! She needed a cab fare.

"Ok, OK, I'll take your $5, I'll go get your beer and chips!" And she stood up to head for the kitchen.

It was a pretty rough ride, being jostled by the crowd of people who seemed to want to touch her like she was theirs now. Despite crossing her arms over her boobs she was thoroughly groped between the table and the kitchen and back, and she'd have bruises on her ass cheeks where she'd been pinched.

If she hadn't wriggled, the bra strap would have been unhooked, but fortunately the person couldn't get all the clasps.


Back in her seat she pushed the beer bottle and chip packet across to Jack, holding out her hand for the $5. The other hand was again between her legs trying to press those feelings away .. but the more she pressed the more they grew. She was desperate for it all to end .. she just had to get her money. After all, no girl would want to keep this kind of attention? Would crave the lustful focus of a group of base animalistic people like this? She had to keep playing .. for the cab fare!

"So do we play again, for a $5 ante?"

 

[Felix80]

"You know the rules Andrea," Jack said as he put ten dollars in the middle of the table, "It's a ten dollar ante. We both know you're a damn fine poker player. It was just luck that you lost the last two hands. Sell me the bra. You'll win it back in no time and then you can get out of here."

He let that sink in. Jack had noticed her hand going to her crotch previously. He hadn't really thought much of it until she did it again right now. Andrea was getting turned on by all this. She was trying to repress her feelings, literally push them away. Or stop herself from cumming from the idea of being stripped in front of this crowd? Was that it? Was she an exhibitionist?

Jack wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out. "It's just a bit of cloth Andrea. Not a big deal in the scheme of things. Hell, if this was France you probably wouldn't be wearing a bra anyway. They have all those nude beaches. Do they have those in England too? Nude Beaches? Just pretend you're at a topless beach. No big deal. Then you can win some money back and go home. Besides, all these guys want to see your titties, don't you boys?"

"Fuck yea!" shouted one guy.

"She's a proper slut!" came another reply.

"I want to see her ass!"

"I want to lick her pussy!" That last one was the bi girl.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh my! It was all getting to her.

The things he was saying, that they all were saying.

"Besides, all these guys want to see your titties, don't you boys?"

"Fuck yea!" shouted one guy.

"She's a proper slut!" came another reply.

"I want to see her ass!"

"I want to lick her pussy!"

And he called her a fine poker player. No, a damned fine poker player. And she was, wasn't she? After all, she stripped all the other guys of their money. Stripped. Hm, that was the word. What was all that stuff he kept going on about, France, nude beaches, being topless? And again, that it's just a piece of cloth, her bra? No big deal?

Well it was a big deal to her. She could feel her tummy churning in fear and excitement, her thighs were pressed together ... wait, excitement? No, that must just be about wanting to get home, to win her cab fare, to beat Jack in front of the crowd ... in front of the crowd ... topless in front of the bayjng crowd ...

She shook head as if to shake out the conflicting thoughts.

"How much?" She asked. She wasn't committed, she was only asking. She could back away any time. Just what every gambler says.

 

[Felix80]

"How much?"

The room exploded at her question. The guys started hooting and hollering. The girls were right behind them. It was a cacophony of whistles and howls.

Jack didn't try to quiet them. He was watching Andrea's response. She was getting turned on by all this. Jack was more certain than ever. He waited for the room to quiet down before he answered.

"$50?"

The room exploded again, which turned into a chant of "Titties! Titties! Titties!"

Jack waved his hands to quiet the room and said, "That's way more than you paid for that bra, I'm sure, and I really want to see those nipples. And what do you care, you're European, this must be no Big deal to have every guy and girl in thee room ogling you, staring at your breasts, lusting after you, knowing you're turning them all on."

"Fuck yea!" Came another shout from the crowd.

"What do you say?" Jack asked.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Shit! Every guy and girl in the room?!

That should be enough to make her walk away! No way she'd allow them that, welcome that!

Its not like she actually wanted to strip off her bra, get her tits out.

No, she'd had enough. She was quitting. She was getting up to leave with at least a thread of dignity.

"One hundred!" She countered, committing herself, a rush of pleasure flooding her body.

Oh fuck!

 

[Felix80]

"$65, and I'm overpaying!"

He grinned as the crowd reacted. They had cheered Andrea. Some of them cheered Jack, but there was alot of boos as well. The crowd wanted to see Andrea naked.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

cheers she expected. Boos? What did that mean?

It unsettled her, and she tried to play it safer.

"OK, I accept your price of $65 for the bra, my bra, " why did she repeat that? For the crowd's pleasure? For hers? To keep building the atmosphere??

"But what about my jeans? What will you give me for those instead?"

Andrea bit her lip. She was playing a dangerous game, and basically announcing that all her clothes were available .. for a price.

Is that what she was saying? No, she was trying to avoid going topless, of course!

 

[Felix80]

The crowd was howling. The quiet bi girl let out a howl when Andrea offered up her jeans. She really wanted to see Andrea's cunt.

Jack smiled, taking time to consider her counter offer. What would he give her for the jeans? He felt his cock throb. He wanted to see her pussy too.

"$40. But, limited time offer, you sell me both, right now, and I'll give you $125."

The crowd erupted. Someone opened a beer they had shook up and sprayed it at Andrea's top, soaking her in beer. Before Jack could cuss him out, two other guys grabbed the offender and tossed him out of the room. There were rules. Granted, they were unwritten rules, but there were rules.

"Tell you what, make it $150, and after you strip you have to come sit on my lap and let me fondle you for five minutes, before the next hand. Your choice sexy. $65 for the bra, $40 for the jeans, $125 for both, $150 for both and a five minute fondle."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Oh shit! She hated the smell of beer, and she was covered in it; chest, bra, some even splattered her hair! And she didn't like anything in her hair!

she wiped her chest with her hand, trying to get back some composure.

But Jack was really going for it!

Ok, calm down, girl. Breathe. Don't let the crowd noise stop you from thinking.

You need to win back your top, and win enough for the cab fare, and if you have enough over, beat the shit out of Jack in a final Hand, cleaning him out of his winnings.

This isn't about stripping in front of a roomful of people!

And no way she'd ever let Jack fondle her, on his lap, especially in front of everyone. Especially not stripped to just her panties!

$125 would set her up nicely for the next hand, but ... she'd have to be topless ... and she wanted them to work for it .. no, she meant she didn't want them to see her like that!

"$50 for the jeans," she countered, waiting to see if Jack accepted.

 

[Felix80]

"$60 for the jeans, and I get to fondle you for five minutes the next time you lose a hand," Jack countered immediately.

He wanted her on his lap. He wanted to feel her up. He wanted to fuck her, here in front of everyone and cum all over her face.

"Otherwise I won't go over $40."

The crowd went silent, the bi girl shushing everyone. All eyes were on Andrea, waiting to see what she said.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Hm ... 60 was more than 40, and anyway her luck was bound to change for the better. She'd never had a losing streak like this before. Had she? Anyway, it didn't matter, because she wasn't going to keep on losing.

"$60 for the jeans, and you get five minutes without undressing me any more than I am at the time, the next time I lose a hand."

Standing, Andrea put her hands to the clasp on her jeans, waiting until she was sure she had quiet, and everyone's attention.

 

[Felix80]

Jack looked at her, his eyes going from her tits to her waistband. He let the room get quiet. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick. He knew he wasn't thinking straight. He took a deep breath and let it out nice and slow.

"Deal. Now let's see those panties."

The bi girl let out a 'Woo-hoo!" And the room did a few cat calls before she shushed everyone to quiet again.

After a minute everyone was staring at Andrea, waiting to watch her strip.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Suddenly everything was different.

When she'd taken her top off, she'd done it quietly, trying not to draw any more attention than was necessary.

This time, there was a thrilling sensation running through her whole body, like she was more alive than she'd ever been.

The silence, the stares, the anticipation. All attention was on her!

And it felt so good!

Lowering her head a little so that her hair fell forward to cover her face, to hide her emotions from her audience, Andrea slowly unpopped the button, and slid the zipper noisily down, taking her time. Then hands on the waistband, she drew the tight jeans over her ass, off her hips, and lowered them to her knees, now basically in just panties and bra

Sitting back in her chair, she pulled them all the way off, and handed them over to Jack for her $60

Which was when the comments started.

 

[Felix80]

The sound of the zipper echoed through the silent room. Andrea spread her jeans open and then pushed them down, wiggling her tight ass out of them.

Jack was on the wrong side to fully appreciate that, but he did get a glimpse of the wetness that was present between her legs. It showed up against her white panties. The problem was that the pussy is located at the bottom of the body, for obvious reasons. It made it hard to spot just how wet she was.

He took a long sip from his beer, his eyes focused in like a laser. She shifted a bit, but tried to keep her legs closed until she sat down. Jack wasn't about to duck his head under the table to take a look, that would be uncouth, and encite other people to do uncouth things. They were on the verge of getting out of hand anyway.

He accepted the jeans from Andrea, but he didn't put them on the pile of other clothes. He handed her the $60. Fair was fair. Then he opened the jeans up at the waist and looked inside. She had soaked through her panties.

Jack didn't say anything. But then, he didn't have to. The bi girl was right over his shoulder and she shouted it out to the room.

"The slut's soaked through her panties!"

The uproar was louder than before. Guys and girls both shouting how they wanted a taste, other guys asking Jack to get her bra off so they could see her tits. Others shouted about wanting to see her masturbate. The bi girl started a chant of 'Rub your cunt! Rub your cunt!"

"I want to smell it!" one guy said.

"Yeah, let's smell some cunt juice!"

"Make the cunt rub her juices on her titties!"

Jack let this go on for a few minutes, watching Andrea's reaction and trying to get a handle on his own. He was incredibly turned on, and now he knew she was too. Sopping wet levels of turned on. He considered how he could use this to his advantage. Finally he motioned for silence. He handed Andrea the deck.

"It's your deal."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was her deal.

She had no idea who's deal it was, but if Jack said it was hers, then it was hers.

The silence was eerie after the hooting and calling.

"The slut's soaked through her panties!"

Oh that had gone right through her! She should have been mortified, offended, but that zing went charging through her again as the girl made the dirty comment, and the crowd burst into reactions of their own. Did she really want more?

Andrea risked a glance at the girl, trying to keep her face impassive, but kind of warming to this unknown girl who was so egging Jack on, and Andrea was intrigued ...

No! Shaking her head she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, turning up the 4 of Spades, 7 of Hearts and King of Diamonds, but not looking at her own two cards until Jack had seen his.

 

[Felix80]

The 8 of clubs and the Queen of clubs. No help whatsoever. He couldn't make a straight. He couldn't make a flush. He sure didn't have two of a kind. It was a worthless fucking hand.

BLUFF!

Jack's face remained impassive, but inwardly he groaned. That was his penis talking. Or his libido or id or whatever you want to call it.

Bluff her, then you can play with her titties!

It was the dumb move. Especially in a head-to-head game. He didn't have anything, and she was betting wild. He wanted her to keep betting wild. Part of the reason she was betting wild was because she was so turned on by being exposed like this. What a good little slut Andrea was turning out to be. And he did want to feel her up. and if he got to play with her pussy and leave her on the edge of an orgasm, so much the better, make it harder and harder for her to think straight. The right move was to fold this lousy hand.

Titties!

Fine.

"Check," Jack said. His eyes were zeroed in on Andrea's cleavage. He wanted his dick between those ample globes in the worst way. But the move here was folding. Let her confidence boost up, let her get turned on more, and more, so when he finally pulled the rug out from under her she would havve no choice but to sell him the bra or panties next. He'd work in sexual favors too. Favors she'd be all too eager to enjoy.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

So he 'checked', huh? Andrea had expected him to try and intimidate her with heavy betting, so maybe he didn't have much yet? Probably he needed to see the other 2 cards before deciding.

Whereas she ... Andrea looked briefly at her cards: 7 Spades, 4 Diamonds. Shit! She already had two pair, and there were still 2 cards to turn.

She wondered if she should put up another $10 to join the $10 she'd already put in. Then he'd put in his $10, and again for the last card and she'd win $30 off him, giving her a chance to get her top back.

Oh, get her top back? Why wasn't she relieved and excited at that? Hm...

Andi threw a second $10 bill into the middle, her hand ready to turn the next card, pausing to let him throw his second $10 in.

 

[Felix80]

Andi threw $10 in the pot and looked at Jack expectedly.

Titties!

Sorry penis, Not this hand. Even if she was bluffing, the first rule of Texas Hold Em was not to bet if you have less than what's showing in the middle. He didn't trust himself to bluff, not with Andrea all but naked before him. It was time to let it go.

Jack tossed his hole cards face down on the pile.

"Looks like you win this hand Andi. I told you that you're a damn fine poker player."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She couldn't help preen a little at his admission. She was a fine poker player! She'd beaten the pants off the other guys in the room! Though she had to admit, Jack had literally beaten the pants off her, and her shirt.

But delighted with herself, she drew the pot to her side of the table, counting her money into piles. With the $5 she'd earned, the $60 from selling her jeans, and his $10 just now, she had $75, enough to buy back her top, at least, and still have enough to bet in the next hand. And her luck was back with her. Surely this hand she'd start to regain some serious money.

Of course, Jack's cronies weren't too happy at her winning, but she just grinned, glad to be back in control.

"Here's $30 to buy back my top," pushing the notes across the table, "and its your deal," following the money with the deck of cards.

 

[Felix80]

The crowd started to boo when she asked for her too back. The whole crowd. It was quite deafening.

Jack took the cards, but left the money sitting in the middle of the table. He shuffled the deck a few times, considering the problem. He shuffled it a few more times and put the deck down.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm trying to get you naked."

The crowd got quiet at that comment and Jack continued.

"It is not in my interest to sell you your shirt back and then have to buy it back, then sell it back and so on. But I do want to be fair. This is a game, there should be rules. And it should work both ways. What if I need to sell you a shirt, or my pants?"

There was a quick uproar from the girls in the crowd, but it quieted quickly.

"So here's your choice, either you wait and buy it all back at once, or the next time you want to sell me an item of clothing I'm slashing the price. You decide."

Jack turned away and motioned for the bi girl to come over. He whispered something to her and she left the room.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Shit! She seemed to be saying that a lot, just now, even if only to herself.

He was right, of course. Basic economics said the top was worth a lot more to her than to him, so why would he sell it back to her at cost? And yes, she was very aware that he wanted her naked. Him, and everyone else in the room, apparently.

But until now it had been something hidden. Whereas he had just made it his missoon: get Andrea naked.

A chill ran down her spine. But it was a chill of delicious fear, and she could feel her own fight rising, wanting to beat him, aware of the risks, excited at the prospect of failing ... no, of winning.

"Ok, fairs fair. Buy back is at half he original sale value, for all items, including yours when I'm beating the pants off you!"

She looked back at him in triumph, as if she'd just got one over on him, not noticing that she'd just given away her previous promise of buying back her bra at the same value she sold it, if she should need to.

But she still wasn't thinking straight, and she still had only $75 and only her bra and panties.

 

[Felix80]

The crowd was starting to mutter amongst themselves at this turn of events. Some were for the buy back, others were against it.

"I never said half," Jack countered, as he picked up the deck and shuffled it, the sound of cards fluttering against each other filling the room. "I said slash the price. Half is way too much."

He shuffled again, letting the words sink in as the crowd roared. He considered his words and finally spoke again.

"We all saw your panties, Andi. You're enjoying this. At least part of you is turned on by all the attention. Turned on by the eyes staring at that perfect fit flesh and the curves of your hips. I can't wait for you to lose a hand so I can kneed those magnificent tits and rub that pussy, plunge your depths with my fingers and find out just how sopping wet you are right now."

Uproar, complete uproar. Shit, it was so loud the neighbors might call the cops and complain about the noise. Everyone was shouting about tits and pussy and the slut getting fucked by Jack. There was talk about cum and sucking cock and bouncing tits, but it was too loud to make out individual comments.

It was during this uproar that the bi girl walked back in. She placed a dog collar and a leash on the table in front of Jack. Then she walked over to Andrea and grinned. She reached under her skirt and bent down, then pushed her panties to the floor, without showing off any flesh. Her panties were soaked too. She stepped out of them and put them in the center of the table.

"A little bonus for the winner," she said. The crowd roared again.

Jack motioned for silence.

"So what do you say, my little half naked poker player? Do you still want your top back, or should I just deal the cards?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea was so distracted, she hadn’t noticed accidentally using the word ‘half’ when she meant double, as if he’d let her buy her top back for only half of what he’d given her for it.

She was basically offering to buy her clothes back at double what he paid her for them, whereas he was saying she could buy back all of her clothing that he had, in one go, or next time she wanted to sell him something, he’d offer her less than half whatever they might already have agreed. Which meant her bra was no longer worth $65, but a paltry $32.50, which no doubt would round down to $30. Unless she gave up on the idea of buying back any clothing until she’d won big.

But he hadn’t said what the price would be for her to get her clothes back, and she couldn’t remember if she’d already insisted on that.

It was all getting too confusing, what with the feelings charging round her partially exposed body.

But the constant, repeated references to her being stripped naked, of him groping her body, of how much she was enjoying being ogled, of how he was looking forward to groping her tits, fingering her pussy, finding out how wet she had become …

It was also so very embarrassing, and she blushed a deep crimson at his humiliating words, while at the same time she could feel the damp patch growing between her legs.

But what was that about the dog’s collar and leash? She didn’t understand, but it obviously meant something to the girl and Jack, and Andrea half didn’t want to find out. Of course the girl’s soaked panties just added to the heat, making Andrea even more curious about her.

And the crowd were loving it. Loving the show they were putting on. It seemed like everyone at the party was now in this room, a part of the scene being acted out at the poker table.

“So deal!” she said, trying to sound confident, trying to sound like she was about to strip him of his winnings and get her top and jeans back, already separating out her $10 ante.

 

[Felix80]

"So deal!"

Jack grinned. He put his $10 into the pot, gave the cards one last shuffle and dealt out the hole cards, two each, then he flipped over three in the middle of the table. Ace of Hearts, Ace of Clubs and the Eight of Diamonds.

"Pair of aces showing. Bet is to the sexy lady with the nice titties and the wet panties."

Jack lost his cool, just for a second, as he realized what he just said. His jaw dropped as the crowd erupted with hoots and hollars. Jack regained his composure less than a second later. He hadn't meant to say that. There was no point protesting or apologizing, not with the crowd making a ruckus. He put his poker face back in place and glanced at his hole cards.

Two of Diamonds. No help. Two of Hearts. He was sitting on two pair. Would that be enough to take all of Andrea's money? No, that was too lofty of a goal. If he won this hand he would get to play with her titties. That was the goal, win this hand, cut down her chip stack, and set yourself up for the next hand. Poker was a long game, play to win the big pots, not every pot.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea couldn't supress a quick grin as Jack paid her the unexpected compliment, and she saw him appear to drop his guard even if only for the briefest moment, while their audience responded with the predictable glee.

He was relaxed, which meant he had something, but she couldn't tell how much.

Whereas she ...

Sneaking a peek at the corners of her two ... Ace of Spades, no less! Whoa, Threes! And ... 3 of Diamonds, no help as yet.

She raised her ante another $10, giving her $20 so far in the pot.

Nope, she felt good; she'd won the last hand off the deal, and she already had Three of a Kind ... she threw another $10 in ... that gave her $30 in the pot, and Jack would have to bet another $20 just to 'see' her.

She sat back, patiently, her eyes on Jack, looking for a sign of what he might be holding. Of course, that just happened to give more people in the room a nice view of her bra and tummy, and some a view of her thighs as well. That hadn't been her intention, but when she became aware of it, it just added to her overall air of well-being. Things were going better.