Pure Strip Poker – 2

Three weeks later Mary called. She must have gotten my number from
Charlene, because I never gave it to her. I had thought about calling
her to see if she wanted to go out to a movie or something, but I just
didn’t know how to ask a girl out. I always found some excuse for
putting it off, and there were midterm exams to keep me occupied.

“Hi Larry, this is Mary,” she said. “How are you doing?”

“OK, how about you?” I replied.

“I am doing fine. I was calling to see if you were interested in another
poker game?”

As soon as I recognized her voice on the phone, I figured this was
what Mary was calling about. I had thought a lot about that strip poker
game in the last three weeks. I had very confused feeling about it. It
had certainly been exciting. Sharon was the first naked girl I had ever
seen in the flesh. I had lost count of how many times I masturbated in
the last three weeks thinking about Sharon’s breasts and naked body.
On the other hand, I had been stripped myself during the game. Mary,
and probably most of the others, had gotten a look at my erection,
when I quickly whipped my boxers off, before sitting down. I had
won the boxers back at the end of the game, but I had been very close
to losing this game and suffering the embarrassment of standing
completely naked in front of the four girls.

Should I risk playing another game with theses girls? I had studied
very hard how to play poker before the first game, and I thought I had
played very well, but it did not seem to help. If you do not get good
cards, there is very little you can do. You cannot really bluff in a game
where everyone had to show all their cards at the end.

Still I knew the odds should be in my favor. If the game was just pure
luck, there should be a 50/50 chance of a girl being the big loser and
only about a one in eight chance of me being the big loser. If I could
play poker better than most of the others in the game, then my odds
should be even better, but could I really play better? Mary seemed
pretty good at poker, and I suspect the girls had been practicing with
these rules quite a bit. Many of the girls in the game were engineering
students, and they probably knew how to figure out all of odds. Was I
in over my head trying to play strip poker using those rules they had
made up?

“Well, I really don’t know. I didn’t do that well last time, and I … I
just don’t think I’m a lucky person.”

“Oh, that’s silly, Larry. There is no such thing as lucky or unlucky
people,” Mary said. “If you play as well next time, you should do
much better.”

“Well….” I replied. “I’m really worried about how I played last time. I
thought about that last hand over and over. I could just as well ended
up stripped with Jim and George.”

“Oh, Larry,” Mary answered. “You told me you were sure you had me
beat, and you were right. You are good at reading people, and that’s
an important skill in poker. You could have been wrong, but you
weren’t. Don’t doubt yourself. You are good at it.”

“Well… I don’t know,” I answered. “Are you sure Sharon wants to
play after the last game.”

“Yes,” answered Mary, without any hesitation. “Sharon is very
interested in another game, and so are Kristen and Betty.”

“But why do you want me?” I asked. “You have already seen me in
my birthday suite, and besides, if I’m really a good player, why would
you want me in the game. Wouldn’t you rather have a poor players in
the game to improve your chances?”

“Larry, Larry, you don’t understand,” Mary replied. “We could play
strip poker the way kids do, only the low hand has to take off a piece
of clothes, but that is just a game of chance. Sharon, Kristen, and I, we
all want a real poker game but where we bet clothes instead of money.
We are looking for guys who aren’t afraid to bet their clothes against
us. For strip poker to be interesting there has to be a significant risk
that it is me who gets stripped. We don’t want guys that are so easy to
beat that it’s not a challenge. Yes that means we are going to lose
sometimes, but without that risk, strip poker would be boring. I want
you because you are a good player, who has proved he is not afraid to
bet his clothes. That’s why I want you.”

At least she had not said that she wanted me because I was safe. I still
could not tell if Mary liked me or just thought I was a safe person to
bring to a strip poker game. Something inside me wanted to go to this
game, but something also was warning me to say no.

“OK,” I heard myself say. “When is this game?”

Had I really just agreed to play another game?

“Well, we were thinking of next Friday night. Is that ok?” Mary
asked.

“Sure,” I answer, and we made arrangements to meet that Friday
night.

After I hung up the phone, I felt confused. The sensible sides of me
kept saying this was crazy, but something made me go ahead anyway.

Friday night I once again found myself sitting on the floor of the
converted master bedroom that was now Sharon and Kristen
apartment. Sharon, who was sitting just to my left this time, dealt the
first hand.

Much to my surprise, George had come back to play again. I
wondered what he would do this time if one of the girls lost. Kristen
apparently thought George would act reasonably. Jim had not come
back for this second game. Either he was too embarrassed after the
first game to play again, or Betty had decided not to invite him. Betty
had brought Joe, an average looking engineer type, who seemed very
eager to get started. The other new players were Cathy and Bill. Cathy
was a short girl with shoulder length light brown hair. Bill was also
short, but well built.

I picked up my cards and looked at them, and then looked at them
again. I had three aces, a jack and a queen. I couldn’t believe my good
luck. I looked at everyone else. Since Sharon had dealt, Bob was the
first to act, and he passed. So did Kristen and George, but Cathy
opened. Everyone else saw the bet.

I discarded 2 cards. Most people took three cards, but Bill and Joe
took two cards, and Bob took one. I looked at my two cards, a four
and a nine, no help. I looked around, trying to think who could have a
hand that would beat three aces. Cathy had opened, so she was the
first to act and she confidently bet one. Bill folded, but Betty studied
Cathy’s face, then tossed one chip into the pot to see the bet. Joe
looked at Betty, then picked up the three chips in front of him and
dropped them into the pot as a raise. Mary folded and now it was my
turn to act.

I looked at Joe. He had taken two cards, so he might have had three of
something before the draw. Cathy and Betty had taken three cards, so
a pair was the best they had before the draw. I had never played poker
with Cathy or Joe, but I was sure Betty would have raised if she had a
hand that could beat me. Bob worried me. He had passed rather than
opened, but took only one card. He must have been trying to fill a
straight or a flush. If he had made it, he would have me beat. I took
off my shoes and tossed them behind Sharon. “I’ll see the three, and I
raise five,” I announced. I pushed the three chips in front of me into
the pot, and Sharon put in five more from the bank.

Sharon folded and so did Bob. I was relieved. Bob did not have a
straight or flush. Kristen and George quickly folded. Now Cathy was
staring directly at me. She reached down and removed her shoes and
handed them to Sharon also. “I see the bet,” she said.

Betty looked at Cathy, then at me. “Too rich for me,” she said.

Joe had been studying both Cathy and me, and he hesitated, but
reluctantly removed his shoes. “I’ll see the bet too,” he said. “Ok
Larry. What have you got there?”

“Three aces,” I said, as I turned over my cards. This was met with a
groan from Joe and Cathy. As everyone laid down their hand, I saw
that Joe had three three’s and Cathy had two pair, kings and eight’s.
We looked around for the low hand and it turned out to be Bob, who
only had an Ace high. Bob had four diamonds, so I suspect he had
tried to draw to a flush, and failed. He must have figured with an ace
high he would not have the lowest hand, if he missed the flush.

I gathered in all the chips in the pot and tried to stack them in front of
me. Bob handed me his shoes, then gathered up the cards and began to
shuffle them for the next hand. Mary leaned over to whisper in my
ear. “Looks like your luck has improved, Larry.”

Bob began to deal out the cards and everyone tossed in their ante.
Cathy and Joe were both out of chips. Joe took off his socks and threw
them behind Sharon. Cathy was wearing panty hose. She had to stand
up and pull up her white dress to remove them, but Cathy was on the
opposite side of the circle, so I did not get any peek at her underpants.

I picked up my cards and found an ace, king, eight, seven and four.
Well, I couldn’t expect great cards every hand. Kristen was the first to
act, and she opened. Everyone else quickly saw the bet.

I drew three cards, and got a pair of eight’s. That should be good
enough to keep me from having the lowest hand.

Most others took three, except for Bob and Joe, who each took one,
and George who took two. The real surprise was Mary, who did not
take any. What did she have? A full house, a straight or flush seemed
most likely, unless she had something like two pair with a ace kicker,
but I thought Mary would have discarded the ace, so I discounted that.

Kristen had opened, so she was the first to act. She was studying her
cards carefully and pushed one chip forward. “I’ll open for one,” she
said.

Everyone folded around to Joe. He had taken only one card, so he
probably had two pair before the draw, and he was studying his cards
carefully. “I’ll see the bet,” he finally said.

Mary immediately removed her shoes and handed them to Sharon.
“I’m raising you five,” she said, pushing the last chip in front of her
towards the pot. Sharon added the five for Mary’s shoes.

I folded without another look at my cards and so did Sharon. Bob
thought about it for a second, but folded also. Now Kristen had to
decide what to do. She had opened, but taken three cards, so she must
have had at least a pair of jacks before the draw. Finally, she took off
her shoes and handed them to Sharon. What did she have that she was
betting against Mary’s probable full house, flush or straight?

Joe looked at Kristen and then at Mary. He had already lost shoes and
socks, so he would have to sell his shirt to see the bet. Joe shook his
head.