Pure Strip Poker – 3

I picked Mary up at her dorm the next night and we walked over to
the theater, where we were suppose to meet the others.

“I talked to Sharon today,” Mary said as we walked along. “She is
fine. You don’t need to worry about her. She is already figuring out
what to do for the next game, assuming, of course, that you don’t
chicken out. Sharon really has some interesting ideas for the next
game.”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” I said. “You know the old
Chinese curse: `May you live in interesting times’. Maybe I should
just quit while I’m ahead.”

“Oh… So your going to wimp out on us and deny the lady a chance to
get even.”

“Well, as I recall, it was a couple of guys who lost it all in the first
game,” I said. “So I would say that things are already pretty much
even.”

“Well, we have to think things over for little while, but I think you’ll
like Sharon’s ideas when you hear them,” Mary replied.

I decided to change the subject. “How did you do your midterms?” I
asked.

“I did ok,” Mary replied. “I guess I shouldn’t complain, but I really
expected as hard as I studied, I would ace most of them. I’m really
wondering if I’m cut out to be an engineer. What about you? How did
you do?”

“I did ok in everything, except German,” I replied. Actually, I got an
A on all my midterms, except in German, but after what Mary had
said, I didn’t want to boast about it. “I barely got a C in German. I’m
going to have to work really hard on German just to pass.”

When we got to the theater, there already were two girls out front
Mary recognized, but I didn’t. Mary introduced me to Vicky and
Kathy, or Kat for short. This was Kathy with a K, not be confused
with Cathy with a C, who I had seen a lot of during the strip poker
game the night before. Vicky and Kat were also engineering students,
like Mary, but they were sophomores and lived together in the
University Terraces apartments.

While we chatted, Betty arrived with Joe from last night’s game.
Well, at least I was not going to be the only guy with this group of
female engineering students. However, Betty had been at the first strip
poker game, and had seen me without my shorts. That somehow made
me feel uncomfortable. Mary had, of course, seen me too, and, in fact,
Mary probably got a better look than Betty did, but somehow that
didn’t bother me the way Betty presence did.

I leaned over and whispered into Mary’s ear. “How many more people
who’ve seen me naked are you expecting tonight?” I asked.

Mary giggled. “None, that I know of.”

Then Mary pulled my ear down and whispered to me. “Don’t worry,
Betty will be very cool about it. She’s not going to blab about it here.”

Next a guy arrived by himself. Jack was another engineering student.
All the girls seemed to know him, but after we got into the movie, he
sat next to Kat.

Finally three more girls and one guy arrived in a group. The girls were
Pam, Connie and Leslie, and the guy was Phil. Phil looked familiar
but I couldn’t place him. It turned out he lived in my dorm, which is
where I must have seen him. Phil, Pam and Leslie were all
Engineering students, but Connie, refreshingly, was a music major.
Phil and Leslie had obviously come together, but I never did figure
out what connection, if any, Pam or Connie had with Leslie or Phil.

These were apparently the last people we were expecting, because
after they arrived, we all went into the theater.

The movie was one of those romantic comedies where the star-crossed
lovers miss connecting over and over, until the final scene, when they
finally find true love in each other’s arms. There was no real suspense
in this. From the very first scene in the movie, it was obvious that in
the last scene the actor and actress who had their names above the title
would be in each other’s arms as the credits rolled. The only question
is what amusing adventures would they have along the way.
Definitely not a guy movie, but the girls all seem to like it, and they
were apparently the ones who picked this movie in the first place.

The movie was out just before 9. Kat suggested that we all come over
to her and Vicky’s apartment, as she put it “To watch some TV or
whatever.” It was still early, and we all agreed, except for Phil and
Leslie, who said they had something better to do. I could guess what
that something better was. The rest of us walked the two blocks to
University Terraces.

U Terraces, as it was usually known, is a fairly new, apartment
building, but it reminded me of a dorm. The way the lobby and
hallways are decorated just strike me as having that institutionally
bland quality which is the hallmark of dorm decor. The apartments
themselves are small and furnished with what I swear is the same
furniture my dentist has in his waiting room. In spite of this, Kat and
Vicky had done a good job of decorating, and their apartment looked
like real people lived in it. There was one room, which served as the
living room, dinning room and kitchenette, and then there were two
very small bedrooms.

With all nine of us in the living room/kitchenette the apartment felt
crowded. Jack turned on the TV and then began the male past time of
channel surfing, but Vicky and Kat did not have cable, so you could
only get 4 channels. There wasn’t anything he or anyone else was
interested in listening to, so he turned it off.

It looked like we were going to have to do some “whatever”.

“Where is Stan tonight?” Mary asked Vicky.

“Stan, huh,” Vicky replied. “He was only interested in one thing, and I
said no. He’s probably out looking for some new conquest tonight.”

“That’s to bad,” Mary replied. “He seemed like a nice enough guy.”

“That’s because you have never been out with him,” answered Vicky.
“Stan cannot keep his hands off of a girl, and the only thing he wants
to do is go back to his apartment and play strip poker.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” injected Jack.

“Oh don’t be silly, Jack,” snapped Vicky. “Vicky’s dating rule
number 23 says never play strip poker with your date, unless you plan
on sleeping with him, and there is no way I’m sleeping with Stan.”

“I think you just wouldn’t play strip poker period,” answered Jack.

“That’s not true,” said Vicky defensively. “I know how to play poker
and with the right people I would play strip poker, provided that’s all
it was. No sex, no orgy afterwards, just strip poker where the loser
takes off his clothes.”

“His clothes?” responded Jack. “I think that should be her clothes.”

Vicky smiled, and turned to Kat. “Kat, you should take Jack to one of
Sharon’s strip poker games and get this strip poker thing out of his
system. After he loses his pants in front of a bunch of girls, he
wouldn’t act like this all the time.”

“What strip poker game at Sharon’s?” asked Jack. “How come
nobody invited me?”

“I never mentioned it because I haven’t a clue how to play poker,”
said Kat. “In a strip poker game, I might as well just take my clothes
off at the start, cause that’s what would happen anyway, if I tried to
play.”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Jack. “I’ll go find the cards.”

“In your dreams, Jack,” snapped Kat. “In your dreams.”

“Well, if you’re too shy for strip poker, I’m not,” said Jack. “So when
is this strip poker game at Sharon’s? Maybe I’ll go by myself.”

“You can’t,” said Betty. “Only couples are allowed to play.”

“Ok, how about you, Vicky?” asked Jack. “You said you knew how to
play poker, and that you were not afraid to play strip poker. We can
go together.”

“Well, er… if its ok with Kat,” said Vicky, hesitantly, looking at Kat.

The look on Vicky’s face said she was really asking Kat to get her out
this mess she had just talked herself into. Kat, however, seemed to be
enjoying watching Vicky squirm.

“It’s ok with me,” Kat said, with a smile. “Provided, of course,” she
added. “That I get to watch Jack lose his pants.”

“Then we are all set,” said Jack. “When is this big game at Sharon’s.”

“Not so fast, hot shot,” said Betty. “Spectators aren’t allowed at strip
poker games, so Kat can’t tag along to watch you drop your draws.”

“Well, if I can’t watch, then … I guess you’re out of luck, Jack,” said
Kat with a shrug and a smile.

Jack stared at Kat for several seconds, then turned to the rest of us.
“So, are all the rest of you going to this big game.”

I looked at Mary wondering what we were supposed to say. Finally,
Pam broke the silence. “Actually, I think the big game was last night.”

“You mean I missed it?” Jack asked. “What happened? Who lost?”

“Don’t look at me,” replied Pam. “I wasn’t there. Mary and Betty here
are the poker sharks.”

Jack turned to Mary with a surprised look. “You played in a strip
poker game?”

“Don’t look so surprised, Jack,” replied Mary. “I won too.”

“Is this true, Larry?” asked Jack.

“Yeah, it true,” I said. “Mary and Betty both have never even lost
their blouse.”

“Who were the losers?” asked Jack.

“Well, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to say too much about who the
losers were,” said Betty.

“The way we play, the game ends when the first person `loses’ all
their clothes,” said Mary, “although, in the first game two players lost
all their clothes on the same hand.”

“First game?” said Jack with surprise. “How many of these games
have I missed.”

“Just two,” said Mary.

“So when is the next game,” asked Jack.

Betty and Mary looked at each other. “I don’t know,” Mary said.

“Strip poker does start to get a little boring after you have seen all the
players naked,” Betty said.

Mary laughed. “I talked to Sharon this morning. She has some
interesting ideas, so there is a good chance there will be more games.”

“Alright, Kat, we have to find a way to go the next game,” said Jack.

“I already told you there’s no way I can play in that game,” replied
Kat.

“Maybe we can get them to change the rules, or something,” said
Jack.

Pam had been sitting quietly at the side, while Jack interrogated us,
but suddenly she spoke up. “You know last summer when I was back
home, I went to a birthday party for a guy I had known in high school.
The guys at the party claimed they wanted to hire a stripper for the
party, but they couldn’t afford one, so they went around asking all the
girls at the party to volunteer to be the stripper. We all refused, of
course. Then they dared some of the girls to play a game, with the
loser being the stripper. I refused to do that too, but one or two girls
had problems saying no to dares, and the guys finally convinced them
to go along, if all the other girls would agree. I didn’t like this at all,
but I finally went along because I didn’t want to be the only one.”

Pam had seemed like a quiet girl, but she was clearly excited as she
continued. “Well…for the game all the girls just took turns drawing
cards, and whoever got some card, the ace of spades I think, had to be
the stripper. It was a silly game, but boy was it a rush. I was never so
terrified and well … excited. I was terrified every time I had to draw a
card, and … well … I actually was hoping someone else would get the
card, so I didn’t have to take another one. When some other girl
finally got the card, I was really relieved, and I boy am I glad I didn’t
lose. Those guys did not treat the loser very well.”

“What happened to the loser?” asked Vicky.

“Well, she tried to be a good sport about it, but she really didn’t want
to take her bra off. The guys practically ripped her bra off. After that,
her boyfriend finally put a stop to the whole think.”

“What would you have done if you had lost?” asked Connie.

“Well … I’ve thought a lot about that. I’m not really sure, but I guess I
would have done it. I would have tried to avoid taking my bra off too,
but I didn’t have a boyfriend there to save me, so I probably would
have taken it off.”

“Well there, Kat,” said Jack. “You can play Pam’s game. I’ll get a
deck of cards for you girls.”

“No way Jack,” said Kat. “It’s not your birthday.”

“Ooooh,” said Jack. “So you will play on my birthday.”

“I never said that,” said Kat. “Besides, none of these other girls would
go along with it, even on your birthday.”

“Oh I don’t know about that,” said Jack. “Mary and Betty here are the
strip poker champions. Vicky just told me she would play strip poker.
I bet Pam would like to play this game again. What about you
Connie?”

Connie giggled. “Well, I admit I have played strip poker before.”

“Well…” said Jack, after a pause. “Come on Connie, what happened?”

Connie giggled again, then continued. “Last spring I went out with
Steve from the orchestra, and he acted just like Stan. All he wanted to
do was go back to his room and play strip poker. Well, I know how to
play poker too, so I finally agreed, just to get a chance to show him
up. Well, to make a long story short, I won. Steve was naked, and I
had only lost my blouse.”

“What happened after that?” asked Vicky. “Did you just leave?”

Connie giggled, and blushed a little bit. “No, I didn’t leave right then.
Steve suggested we should keep playing for favors.”

“And you agreed?” asked a wide-eyed Vicky.

“Well…” replied Connie. “I still had three pieces of clothes to lose
before I would lose a favor, so … yeah, I agreed.”

“What happened?” asked Pam.

“Well…” Connie said, obviously a little embarrassed, “I hope you
don’t think I am bad, or anything, but… well… I lost my pants, and
then I won a favor, and … I …ah…”

Everyone was now staring at Connie, and she was obviously shy
about tell this part of the story. Vicky pressed her. “What kind of a
`favor’ did you ask for?”

Connie swallowed. “I asked him to do himself, … you know…”

“You mean jack off?” injected Jack. Connie nodded yes.

“Did he do it?” asked an even more wide-eyed Vicky.

“Yeah, he did it,” said Connie with a devilish smile. “Then I got my
clothes on and I got out of there fast.”

“Weren’t you taking a big chance?” asked Pam. “What would you
have done if you lost?”

Connie hesitated. “Well, … if I lost, … I’d probably ended up giving
him a … you know…” After several seconds of silence, she finally
added. “… a blowjob.”

This story had produced a big bulge in my jeans, and I had to adjust
my position slightly to relieve the pressure of my erection on my
jeans. After a few seconds of silence Vicky spoke. “Boy, Connie, you
like to live dangerously. I would never do that.”

I found this whole conversation hard to believe. Were there really
guys like Stan and Steve who’s idea of a date was to ask a girl back to
their room for strip poker that ended in sexual “favors?” Did this
technique really work? Was it this easy to get laid? What percentage
of girls would actually come back to your room and play strip poker
with you? Vicky had refused Stan, but Connie had said yes to Steve.
Would Mary come back to my room for a private strip poker game?

I turned and noticed that Mary and Kat were whispering to each other.
Mary motioned Betty over and the three of them moved into one of
the small bedrooms. What were they up to?

“I agree with Vicky,” said Pam. “I would only go back to a guys room
for strip poker, if I wanted to sleep with him.”

“Let me get this straight,” said Jack. “If I ask a girl back to my room
for strip poker, and she agrees, then that means she wants to sleep
with me?”

Vicky, Pam and Connie all giggled. “I wouldn’t count on it,” Connie
said. “They might just want to beat you out of your pants.”

“I have never ask a girl to my room for strip poker,” said Joe. “How
many guys try this.”

“I certainly never have,” said Jack. “What about you Larry?”

“No, never,” I said.

“I don’t think there are that many guys like Stan and Steve, but they
have to ask a lot of girls,” said Connie. “Even if a girl says yes, they
are only going to play one or two games with her. Then they get bored
with her, and are out looking for a new opponent. Steve has hit on
almost every girl I know in the music department.”

“I don’t know about Stan, but I suspect your right Connie,” said
Vicky. “Any guy who asks you to play strip poker is not looking for a
long term relationship. You guys shouldn’t feel you’ve missed out on
anything. I think you guys are all nice, even you Jack.”

If this was a random sample of girls, strip poker was looking like a
low probability of success approach, unless the girl really wanted to
sleep with you. If every girl always said no, you would think guys like
Stan and Steve would stop asking quickly. The fact that there were
guys like this means that some girls must say yes. I wonder if all these
girls were really telling the truth about saying no?

“Well, I’m going to have to look Stan up and ask him about this strip
poker thing,” said Jack. Then Jack turned to Connie. “Do I know this
Steve?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” Connie laughed. “He plays the trombone. I could
introduce you, but he never spoke to me after that night. I doubt he
wants to talk about it.”

“Well, I’m the height of discretion,” said Jack. “If you just point him
out to me, I would never even mention your name, much less mention
what you did.”

Another thought occurred to me. I was a virgin. Charlene had told
Marc, my roommate, that Mary was a virgin too, but how many of
these other people here tonight were virgins? It seemed probable that
Jack and Kat were sleeping together. Vicky and Pam had both added
the `unless I wanted to sleep with him’ clause to their no strip poker
declarations, so I would guess they had previous experience. Connie
sure didn’t sound inexperienced. All this talk about strip games didn’t
seem like something that you would do in front of virgins, unless you
were trying to seduce them or something. They probably all assumed
that since I had gone to two strip poker games with Mary, we must
have slept together. This, of course, begged the obvious question,
which I avoided trying to think about.

Mary, Betty and Kat had now reappeared out of the bedroom.

“So what conspiracy have you girls cooked up tonight?” asked Jack.

“No conspiracy,” said Mary. “It’s just that you’re such a nice guy,
Jack, that we wanted to help you get over this strip poker thing.”

“I don’t want to get over it,” said a smiling Jack. “I want to get into
it.”

“Well, we think we have figured out a way, if everyone agrees, to
have a strip poker game here tonight.”

Another strip poker game? This was not at all what I had in mind for
this evening!

“We’ll see how much you like strip poker after you’ve lost your
pants,” added Kat.

“Well, this is a pretty tough crowd,” said Jack. “Mary, Betty, and
Connie are all undefeated at this game, but I think I can beat you girls
out of your panties.”

“Well, let me explain the rules we propose. First, absolutely no sex,
and no touching either. Since a number of people don’t know how to
play poker, and we have more girls then guys, we though we would
play as teams.