Pure Strip Poker

Pure Strip Poker

Chapter 1 The Rules

I was a PK (preacher’s kid). If you are not a PK, you may have never
though about what that means. As a PK in a small town, everybody
knows your father. If you do anything, somebody will tell your father
about it. This makes for a very restricted social life. You don’t get
invited to very many parties, and girls are reluctant to go out with you.
When I was 10 or 12 years old things were pretty normal. Most of the
kids in the neighborhood treated me as part of the gang. Though we
were too young for girls, there were a few copies of Playboy around
and there even were some mixed sex strip poker games. But in
following years I got progressively left out of those kinds of actives. I
heard whispered mentions of parties and bolder strip poker games at
school, but no one would dare invite me to one of these.

When I went to college, suddenly everything changed. No one knew I
was a PK. No one knew my father. I could do things for the first time
without worrying about word of it getting back to my father. The only
problem was I had no experience with girls. I had never been out on a
real date in high school, and now I finally had the opportunity, I didn’t
know what to do. My freshman year I was pretty shy. I met a lot of
girls in class and at dorm parties, but I was really unsure how to ask
them out, much less get them into bed.

I was a virgin, with no prospect for a cure in sight.

I lived in the dorm my freshman year, and my roommate, Marc, had
no problems with girls. By the second month of the school year he had
a regular girl friend, Charlene, and I frequently had to stay out of the
dorm room until after midnight, so Marc and Charlene could use it.
One Friday night Charlene came over with Mary, a girl I had not met
before. They were going out to a club, and asked me if I wanted to
come along. Some band I had never heard of was playing at the club,
and since I had nothing better to do, I agreed to come along.

Mary was an average looking girl, typical of most girls at the
University. She actually had a very pretty smile and a good figure,
but she dressed and fixed her hair in a plain looking way that meant
you could walk past her on the street without noticing her. This was
not a party school. You had to be in the top 12% of your high school
graduating class to get into the university, so most of the students
there had hit the books pretty hard in high school. There were very
few girls that would turn heads on the street, but that was mostly
because, either by choice or out of ignorance, they simply didn’t put
the time into perfecting a killer appearance. Quite frankly the guys,
myself included, were a pretty nerdy looking lot too. As I was soon to
find out, however, many of these plain-Jane looking girls, were pretty
fine looking without their clothes.

The four of us spent the evening dancing and listening to the band at
the club. Between sets there was a little time to talk, and I found out
that Mary was from a small town on the other side of the state, and
she was planning to study aerospace engineering. Like most of us, she
was very unsure what she really wanted to do. Her childhood
ambition had always been to be a schoolteacher, probably an
elementary school teacher, but she had slowly realized that
schoolteachers did not make much money. She had always liked math
and science, and by her senior year in high school, she had decided to
apply to engineering school, but now a few months into the school
year she already had doubts about her choice. There were very few
other women in the engineering school. She felt out of place, and had
a hard time relating to the typical engineering students, but she really
did not know what else to do. She was thinking of changing to the
Literature, Science, and Arts (LSA) school and majoring in Physics or
Math, but was unsure what kind of job you could get with one of
those majors.

Around 11 PM, Marc whispered to me that he and Charlene were
heading back to our dorm room, and suggested 12:30 or 1 AM might
be a good time for me to get back. Mary said she would like to stay
and hear the next set by the band, so I said I would stay and see her
back to her dorm latter. Shortly after midnight, Mary and I left the
club, walking back towards her dorm. On a corner we passed an all
night convenience store, which had a magazine rack inside that
prominently displayed copies of Playboy and Penthouse.

“Do you subscribe to Playboy?” Mary asked. “Almost all the guys I
know in the Engineering school do”.

“I don’t subscribe to Playboy, but I have bought copies at the
newsstand,” I confessed. “All guys do, unless they’re gay, or
something”.

“Have you ever wondered why guys find naked women so interesting,
while women are really not that interested in looking at naked men?
Oh, girls are curious what guys look like, but a naked guy is just not
the turn on that naked women are for men”.

“I guess I have never really thought much about that,” I replied.

“Look at the strip clubs,” Mary continued. “They all show naked
women. There are no male strip clubs anywhere in this state. Oh, I
guess they have them out in LA or someplace like that, but even there,
I bet there are 100 strip clubs showing naked women for every one
club showing naked men.”

I wasn’t sure what to think of this conversation. My heart was beating
faster, but I had never discussed anything like this with a girl before.
Did it mean that Mary liked me, and this was her way of arousing my
interest? If so, it was working. Was she trying to get me back to her
room? Did she have a roommate? Or was Mary so inexperienced with
boys that she did not realize what signals she was sending out with
this line of conversation?

“Well, I have never been to a strip club,” I replied. “I think you have
to be 21 to get in.”

“But I bet you have seen naked girls in the flesh? You played strip
poker or something like that in High School, right?”

“Well…errr, yeah,” I lied. My head was spinning. I hadn’t played strip
poker since I was in 6th grade, and none of the girls in those games had
reached puberty yet, but how had this subject come up. One minute I
was walking this girl I had just met back to her dorm room after a
pleasant non-date evening at a club, talking about school and career
prospects, and suddenly we are talking about strip clubs and now strip
poker.

Was Mary suggesting we go back to her dorm room and play strip
poker? I was beginning to get a bulge in my pants and I was worried
Mary might notice it. While the thought of playing strip poker with
Mary back in her dorm room was intoxicating, little alarm bells were
going off, warning me I was getting in over my head. This all seemed
to be going way too fast. Maybe I should find a graceful way out of
this.

“Did you play strip poker in high school?” I asked, after a short pause,
then hated myself for not changing the subject of conversation.

“No. Not with boys anyway,” Mary answered. “I did play strip poker
at Girl Scout Camp once. We all got in a big tent and played. You
could quit anytime you wanted and leave the tent. Even though there
were no boys around, most of the girls chickened out before they got
naked. I was one of only 3 girls who stayed in the game until they got
naked.”

“I guess I don’t understand,” I answered, my mind racing out of
control. “At Boy Scout Camp we never played strip poker. It didn’t
make sense to play strip poker without girls. The guys all saw each
other naked every day in the shower. What would be the thrill in
playing strip poker with a bunch of guys you saw naked every day?”

“Well, the girls showers at Girl Scout Camp where not like that,”
Mary continued. “Girls usually don’t get naked even with other girls,
but we weren’t lesbians. I suppose we mostly were practicing to play
with boys, but my girlfriends and I were always afraid to play with
boys. There is nothing wrong with strip poker. I think it’s interesting
to see naked guys, and, while it would be embarrassing to end up
naked in front of guys, it also would be exciting. The problem with
strip poker is what happens after someone gets naked. The guys get
sexually turned on, and thinks get out of control. I would have played
strip poker with boys in high school, if I thought that after some
people were naked, we would all put our clothes back on and go
home. What happened in your strip poker games after people got
naked?”

Now she called my bluff. In the pre-adolescent strip poker games I
played in, we did not really know what to do after we got naked.
Usually, we did just put our clothes back on and go on to some other
game. One time we made a girl take a pee before we would give her
back her clothes, but this was out of anatomical curiosity because we
really wanted to know how a girl took a pee, since she didn’t have a
penis, and not a sexual thing. I wasn’t going to tell Mary about that, or
she would think I was a sexual pervert, but what could I say.

“Well, actually, most of the time, the girls chickened out and quit
before they got naked,” I finally said. I hoped that sounded believable.

“Probably for the same reason I never played with boys in high
school. Do you think it is possible for guys to play strip poker with
girls and after somebody gets stripped, have everyone just put there
clothes back on and leave?”

“Well, I suppose. If everyone clearly understood that was what was
going to happen before the game started,” I said. Then I added,
“Why? Are you trying to organize a strip poker game?” I
immediately felt stupid for asking this. What was I thinking?

“Well…not exactly,” Mary replied. “But I know some girls who are
trying to organize one, and I was thinking of playing in it.”

Now things were clearer. Mary wasn’t inviting me back to her dorm
room for a hot game of strip poker. She was feeling me out for this
game that these other girls were trying to organize.

“Only couples will be allowed to play in this game,” Mary continued,
“so I need to find a guy I trust to behave himself at the game and not
rape me afterwards, if I want to play.”

This is why Mary had lead the conversation to strip poker. She was
looking for a safe partner for this upcoming game, and she was asking
me, I guess. “So you are asking me to be your partner for this game?”

“Uh…yeah, something like that,” Mary flushed a little embarrassed by
my direct statement of her forwardness.

At this point the two of us were a few steps from the front lobby of
her dorm, and Mary stopped and faced me, obviously afraid to invite
me into her dorm. I was trying to think what I should say. I found the
idea of playing strip poker with Mary and some number of other girls
very exciting, even if at the end we just all put our clothes back on and
went our separate ways, but danger signals seem to be blinking all
over the place. Was this some kind of a trap? Would the girls rig the
poker game somehow so that only guys got stripped? Would there be
a secret camera some place to record my embarrassment for latter
blackmail purposes? All these thoughts flew through my head, as I
stood outside Mary’s dorm looking into her face, and trying not to
stare down at the bulges pushing out the front of her T-shirt.

“I might be interested,” I finally said. “How exactly were these girls
planning to play this game? What rules were they going to use?”

“Sharon and Kristen have thought a lot about that. They have been
trying to come up with a set of rules that make strip poker more
interesting than just taking turns removing items of your clothes. They
have written up a set of rules for the first game. I can get it for you to
look at and make up your mind. I’ll give you my phone number, and
you can call me tomorrow after the game, and we can meet someplace
where I can show you the written rules.”

Mary opened her purse, got out a card from some restaurant, and
wrote her name and number on the back of it and handed it to me.

“One last thing,” Mary said. “Don’t tell anyone about this game.
Sharon and Kristen don’t want a lot of strange people showing up.
Only the people actually playing in the game are suppose to know
about it. Promise?”

“Uh… yeah,” I replied, while staring down at the card she had just
handed me. Mary leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek,
then turned quickly and in four steps vanished into the dorm.

I slowly turned and started back towards my dorm. What would Mary
look like without clothes? Who were Sharon and Kristen, the girls
who were trying to organize this game? Were they also female
engineering students? Actually writing down the rules to strip poker
seemed a very nerdy think that an engineer might do.

As I neared my own dorm, a new, frightening thought occurred to me.
What about Marc and Charlene? Charlene obviously knew Mary.
Were Marc and Charlene going to be part of this game? It was one
thing to end up naked in front some strange girls you might never see
again, but in front of your roommates girlfriend. That was different.
Should I ask Marc about this tomorrow? Mary had said not to tell
anyone about the game, so I better not asked Marc. He would
probably just laugh at me anyway. Why would someone who was
sleeping with Charlene two or three times a week want to play in a
strip poker game anyway?

When I got back to the room, Marc was gone. Either he was walking
Charlene back to her dorm, or they had gone out somewhere late. I
took a shower, and got into bed, I lay there turning everything over in
my head. It just seemed too good to be true, which usually meant it
was not true.

I never heard Marc come back that night, but he was there, still
sleeping, when I woke up the next morning. I had slept past breakfast,
as I usually do on Saturday. I got dressed and grabbed a book to do a
little studying before lunch. Since Marc was still asleep, I headed for
the dorm lounge and found a vacant chair. At 11:30 I went back to the
room. Marc was up and getting dressed for lunch.

“You and Mary seemed to be hitting it off rather well last night. How
did things go after we left?” Marc asked.

“Ok,” I replied.

“Charlene says that Mary is still a virgin.”

“Well, if she was a virgin yesterday, then she still is today,” I glibly
answered.

“Well, did you at least get her number?” Marc implored.

“Yeah, I got her number,” I replied, not volunteering how I had got
her number and what I was suppose to call her about.

We had to hurry down to lunch quickly, because everyone would be
eating early so they could get to the football game by 1:30. After Marc
and I gobbled down lunch, we stopped by Charlene’s dorm to pick her
up and then headed for the football stadium. Marc and I had taken
turns to stand in line for tickets, not releasing that all freshmen got
lousy seats in the end zone. Our seats were together, and Charlene’s
was some place else, but nobody cared were your tickets really were
in the student end zone section, so we always sat together since Marc
and Charlene had began going out all the time.

After we got to our seats, Charlene asked how Mary and I had hit if
off.

“Ok, I guess. I got her phone number,” I said.

“Well, that is a good start,” Charlene said. “Mary is a really nice girl. I
knew her in high school. She always had her head buried in books.
Her parents really put a lot of pressure on her to do well in school and
they would not let her go out with boys at all in high school. She
needs to find some nice boy and learn what life is all about.” It was
clear what Charlene thought life was all about, and she and Marc were
regularly practicing it in my dorm room.

During the game I searched the freshman student section looking for
Mary’s face, but I could not find it. That didn’t mean she wasn’t there.
The stadium was big, and there were 12,000 freshman at the school,
so it was easy to miss her.

After the game, I headed back to my dorm room. Marc and Charlene
had something else to do. When I got back to the room, I got out
Mary’s card and stared at her number. Should I really call her or just
forget it. I hesitated. Maybe she wasn’t back from the game yet.
Maybe she hated football, and did not even go the game. Maybe she
woke up in the morning and realized she had said foolish things last
night, and would refuse to talk to me. Now I was trying to talk myself
out of calling her. Go ahead, just get it over with. The worst that can
happen is she will tell you to get lost and so you’ll never need to see
her again.

I dialed the number. The phone rang once. Mary answered saying
“Hello.”

This was it.

“Hi. This is Larry. We met last night.” Boy was that lame.

“Oh. Good,” Mary sounded happy I called, and my heart skipped a
beat. “I was afraid you would never call after the things I said last
night.” Did that mean she changed her mind about what she had said?
“Are you still interested in seeing the rules?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Ok. I can only show you a copy of the rules. I cannot let you keep it.
Sharon and Kristen made me promise not to let you keep a copy of it,
because they do not want copies of it floating around. Part of keeping
the game a secret. You understand?”

“I think so?”

“Good. Where would you like to meet.”

I tried to think. Most of the coffee shops and other places in town
would be crowded now with the after game crowd, so it would be hard
to get enough privacy to feel comfortable. On the other hand the
campus would be completely deserted, and it would still be light for
another 2 hours at least.

“There are some benches in front of the Stiles building. Do you know
where those are?” I asked.

“Yes, I think I know the ones you mean,” Mary replied.

“Ok, let’s meet there. There shouldn’t be anyone around now,” I said.

“See you there in 15 minutes,” Mary said, sounding happy as she
hung up the phone.

Well, now you’ve done it, I thought. There was still time to back out.
There was always time to back out. It certainly would do no harm to
go and look at this Sharon and Kristen’s written rules for strip poker. I
could always back out of it later.

When I got to the Stiles building, Mary waved to me from the bench.
Her dorm was a little closer, and she had gotten there first. As I
predicted, the whole campus was dead. We were almost the only
people around.

Mary had type written sheets of paper with her. This surprised me
even more. Sharon and Kristen had actually typed up the rules for
strip poker.

I sat down on the bench next to Mary and she handed me two sheets
of paper. The document was titled Pure Strip Poker. The rules looked
very detailed. These girls had tried to think of everything. I started to
read the rules. The rules were:

1. This is strictly a game of strip poker. There is to be no touching, no
kissing and no type of sex acts, either real or simulated, as part of
the game.
2. The game ends when the first player loses all their clothes and all
their chips, or as specified in rule 14. If more than one player loses
all their clothes and chips or as specified in rule 14, in the same
hand, then they are all losers.
3. The game is standard five-card draw poker. The minimum hand to
open the first round of betting is a pair of jacks.
4. If six or fewer players are in the game, one deck of cards will be
used. If 7 to 12 players are in the game, two decks will be used. If
13-18 players are in the game, then three decks will be used.
5. In all cases the maximum number of cards you can draw is 3. This
was so there will always be enough cards in the deck for everyone
to draw up to 3 cards.
6. Each person is given 5 chips at the beginning of the game.
7. The ante for each hand is one chip.
8. In the round of betting before the draw, the opening bet can only
be one chip, and no raises are allowed. You must have a pair of
jacks to open, but anyone may see the opening bet.
9. The betting round after the draw begins with whoever opened in
the first round, and the raises must be between 1 and 5 chips.
10. If you do not have any chips left, you must take off a piece of
clothes and sell it to the bank for 5 more chips. You must take off
the piece of clothes before you get your five chips.
11. If you win a hand, you may buy clothes back from the bank, but at
a price of 7 chips. You may only put the clothes back on, provided
you have on the piece of clothes that would be taken off after the
piece you bought back. In other words, the clothes must go back on
in the reverse order they came off.
12. At the end of the hand, everyone must show their hand and the
person with the lowest hand must give one piece of clothing to the
person with the highest hand, regardless of who won the pot.
13. The piece of clothing given by the loser to the winner must be one
of the winners pieces of clothes that the loser had previously won
or one of the loser’s own pieces of clothes. It can not be a piece of
clothes from any third party, and it can not be a piece of clothes
bought back from the bank at the end of the hand.
14. If the loser does not have any clothes left and does not have any of
the winners clothes, the game ends and they are the loser.
15. If no one opens the first betting round, then everyone must show
their hand and person with the lowest hand give the person with
the highest hand a piece of clothes as outline in rules 12-14. After
this everyone must ante one more chip into the pot and a new hand
is dealt.
16. If you lose all your clothes, you are still in the game, as long as
you have chips left.
17. You are required to wear 6 pieces of clothes. For guys these are
shoes, socks, shirt, pants, undershirt and underpants, in that order
For girls these are shoes, socks or panty hose, shirt or blouse, skirt
or pants, bra, and panties, in that order. Girls may also wear a dress
and a half-slip.
18. When you take off your underwear, you are required to stand up
while you take it off.