After-Hours Confession

Mary picked up my jacket, and placed it in the pot. "I'll see the bet
too," she said. That was the last piece of clothes that Mary's team had
won, so now they would have start betting their own clothes. Of
course, they still had most of their shoes and socks, so that was not a
big deal.

Everyone took three cards. Betty rearranged her cards, then looked at
our remaining pile of clothes. "I'm going to open for three," Betty
said. "There's only two pieces here, so we'll need your tee shirt, Kat."

Kat looked at Betty then pulled her tee shirt back off over her head
and handed it to Betty, who placed it in the pot along with two pairs of
socks.

Connie was studying Betty. She turned to Vicky and Joe. "I'm going
to see the bet," Connie said. "So I need one piece from each of you."

Vicky starred at Connie for a second. "I hope you know what you're
doing," Vicky said. Then she pulled her sweater up over her head,
revealing her white lacy topped bra. Vicky's breasts were slightly
smaller than Connie's, but still much larger than Kat.

Kat leaned over to me. "How did you know that you had Jack beat?"

Vicky tossed her sweater into the pot and both Joe and Connie began
to remove their pants.

"Well, everyone took three, so I knew the best Jack had before the
draw was a pair," I whispered to Kat, as I watched Connie carefully
work her jeans over her hips. "I was holding the best possible pair, so
I had him beat before the draw," I continued, as Connie pushed her
jeans down her legs, displaying white panties, decorated with blue and
read flowers. "Jack could have gotten a second pair or three of kind in
the draw, but the chance of that seemed low, so I figured I had him
beat," I said, as Connie stepped out of first one leg and then the other.
Then she placed her pants in the pot and sat down next to the table,
hiding her panties from my direct view.

Joe also tossed his pants into the pot, and sat down. My attention had
been focused on Connie, but Joe was a wearing jockey shorts, and I
could see an obvious bulge in the front.

As Joe sat down, Kat turned back to me. "So what your really saying
is you bet my pants on an educated guess?"

"I guess you could call it that," I replied.

Mary shook her head. "No way, I fold."

Connie laid her cards on the table. "I have a pair of Kings," she said.
"What have you got, Betty?"

Betty slowly spread her cards on the table. "A pair of queens and a
pair of tens."

"Oh, God..." cried Vicky.

Kat looked at me. "Did we win again?"

"It looks like it," I said, as Betty pulled the pile of clothes off the
table. Betty found Kat's tee shirt and handed it back to her to slip on.

"Well, this is a fine mess you got us into Connie," Vicky said. "We're
going to be topless in a minute."

"I had a pair of Kings," Connie protested. "How was I suppose to
know she had drawn a second pair?"

Kat leaned over and whispered to me. "It looks like Connie's educated
guess did not work out quite as well as yours."

I smiled and shrugged. I helped Betty get all the clothes we had won
off the coffee table. I picked up a pair of socks. "Time to ante for the
next hand," I said as I tossed the socks into the growing ante pile in
the kitchenette. Mary took off her shoes and brought them over to
place in the ante pile. I sat down and started to shuffle the cards for
the next hand.

Vicky was still glaring at Connie. "Now I'm going to have to ante my
pants," Vicky complained to Connie. "That's going to make it hard to
even win them back." Vicky unfastened her jeans and pushed them
down her hips, making sure she did not drag her panties down with
the jeans. Then she slid her jeans down her thighs, revealing bright red
panties. She stepped out of one leg of her jeans and then pushed them
down the other leg. She stepped out of the jeans, stood up and tossed
the jeans into the ante pile. The brief glimpse of Vicky's pure white
bra and bright red panties before she sat down looked ...well, peculiar.
Vicky seemed to realize this too. "I'd have worn matching underwear,
if I'd known we'd be playing strip poker," she said.

I dealt out the three hands, and picked up my five cards. I had a pair of
sixes, a ten, a three, and a two. I figured I would need another six or
another pair to make this hand a winner. Vicky and Jack had picked
up their hands and were studying them. Vicky passed, but Jack
opened with Pam's shoes. I saw the bet with a pair of socks from our
collection.

"I need your shirt Joe to see the bet," said Vicky. Joe took off his shirt
and tossed it on the coffee table. This left Joe sitting on the floor in
only his jockey shorts.

Everyone took three cards. I looked at my three new cards, but they
were no help, so all I had was a pair of sixes.

"I'll open for one," Jack said. He took off his own socks and placed
them on the table.

It seemed to me that the pair of sixes I had was unlikely to win a
showdown. On the other hand, Jack would have opened for three, if
he had a really good hand, so maybe he only had a low pair. I picked
out a pair of socks from our clothes pile and tossed it on the table to
see the bet.

Joe looked at me and at Jack. Connie could see that Joe was having a
hard time deciding what to do. "If you're going to bet my bra, make
sure you win it back," Connie said.

Joe shook his head. "I fold."

"What you got, Larry?" asked Jack, as he laid his cards on the table.

"A pair of sixes," I said rather meekly.

"Good," said Jack. "I got a pair of eight's."

Joe turned to Connie. "I only had a pair of sevens, so your lucky I
folded."

"Well, ... `lucky' isn't the way I would describe it," Connie replied
sarcastically. "Now my bra goes into the ante pile."

As Jack gathered in the small pot of clothes he had just won, everyone
else's attention turned to Connie.

"Ok, ok," said Connie. "Might as well get this over with." Connie
reached around behind her and unfastened her bra strap.

"The rules said you had to standup to take off your underwear," said
Jack. "So I think Connie should standup."

Connie looked at Jack, then to Mary. "I think Jack is right," Mary
said. "We did say you had to stand up to take off your underwear."

Connie stood up with a little difficulty, since she had already
unfastened her bra and see needed to hold on to it. She held her bra
against her breasts, and pulled first one arm and then the other out of
the shoulder straps.

"Also remember the rule that you cannot cover your breasts up with
your hands," said Jack.

Connie glared at Jack, but didn't say anything. She seemed frozen
there holding her bra against her breasts for what seemed like an
eternity, but was probably only a few seconds. I was beginning to
think that Connie was going to refuse to remove her bra and end the
game right there. "Here goes," she finally said and let the bra drop
away from her breasts. Connie's breasts were actually quite large, not
by the standards of Playboy or Penthouse, but given the three in the
flesh examples I had seen at last night's strip poker game, Connie
compared very favorably. With the support of her bra removed, the
breasts drooped noticeably, giving them a rounded look. Connie
tossed her bra into the kitchenette ante pile and sat down.

Vicky gathered up the cards and began to shuffle for the next hand.
Mary grabbed somebody's socks from her team's winnings and tossed
them into the kitchenette. Betty grabbed a shirt from our pile and
tossed it into the ante. I sat starring at the erect nipples on Connie's
breasts.

Kat leaned over to me and whispered. "Are Vicky and Connie going
to lose now? I'm really hopping I don't have to take my bra off."

I leaned over and whispered in Kat ear. "I'm not sure, but I hope so."

Mary was the first to act, and she grabbed a pair of socks from her
team's pile and opened for one. Betty tossed my jacket, which I had
never bothered to put back on, into the pot to see the bet. Now all eyes
turned to Vicky, who was going to have to open with her bra.

Vicky smiled, and stood up. She reached behind her and unfastened
her bra, then holding the bra with first one hand and then the other,
she threaded her arms out of the shoulder straps, while holding the bra
tightly against her breasts. Vicky only paused for a second, then
dropped her bra away from her breasts, and abruptly sat down.
Vicky's breasts were not as large as Connie's, but they were more
pyramid shaped, and reminded me of the Grand Tetons I had seen last
night.

Everybody took three cards, although I was not really paying much
attention. My eyes kept going back and forth between Vicky's peaks
and Connie more rounded protrusions.

Mary turned to Jack and Pam. "I'm opening for three, so I'll need one
piece from each of you." Mary picked up a shirt, which was the last
item in their team's winnings, and threw it into the pot. Pam gave her
shoes to Mary and Jack handed his socks to her.

Betty was studying Mary carefully. She picked up two pairs of pants
and a shirt from our winnings and tossed them into the pot. "I'll see
the bet," she said.

Now everyone looked at Vicky. I had not been paying too much
attention to the game, but now I realized that Vicky's team only had
three items of clothes left. If they wanted to see this bet, they would
have to bare it all. If they folded, then they would have to bare it next
hand. Vicky picked her cards up again and looked at them to double
check what she had in her hand. Then she took a deep breath, which
caused her breasts to thrust forward and fall back. "I'm going to see
this bet, so we are going to have drop our panties here."