Rogue Escape

Kat pulled her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it into the
growing pile of clothes in the kitchenette. Kat was a rather tall, thin
girl, and standing there without her shirt it was clear how slender she
really was. Her breasts were ... well petite, and she was wearing a
sports bra over them. Kat and Betty were almost the same height, but
standing next to each other in their bras, they provided a stunning
contrast in the variety of the female figure.

"Larry, you have to play this next hand," said Betty. "So stop staring
at your teammates, and concentrate on the game. You're going to
have to bet your pants on this hand."

I had forgotten about that. I was going to have a little problem here.
From the first strip poker game, I had learned you should never play
strip poker in boxer shorts. Boxers have a problem with things
popping out. Jockey shorts are much better. I had gone out and bought
a package of jockey shorts for the second strip poker game, but as
things turned out last night, I didn't need them. Tonight I was wearing
boxers again, so I would have to be very careful after I took my pants
off.

I sat down next to the coffee table. Vicky added her socks to the ante
and Mary tossed somebody's shoes into the ante pile in the
kitchenette. Vicky shuffled the cards and dealt them out. With a knot
in my stomach, I picked up my cards and looked at them. I had a pair
of aces, a king, queen and a jack. If Betty was right about any high
pair being a good hand in this game, then this could be a winning
hand.

Since Vicky had dealt, Jack was the first to act. Jack grabbed
somebody's socks from his team's pile of clothes and tossed it into the
middle. "I'll open," he announced.

This was the big moment. I stood up, unzipped and unfastened my
jeans. I carefully pulled the jeans down, making sure I did not drag the
boxers down with the jeans, and making sure that nothing popped out
of the boxers either. My erection was in the left leg of the boxer
shorts, so there was little danger of it popping out the front flap, but I
had to be careful the leg did not come up high enough to reveal it. I
pulled the jeans down and off one leg and then the other, then abruptly
sat down without standing up completely up.

"What's that in your shorts there, Larry?" called out a giggling Vicky.
Someone else whistled.

"I'll see the bet," I replied.

Vicky turned to Connie. "We need your socks, Connie." Connie took
her sock off and dropped them on the table. Everyone took three
cards, which was a good sign. It meant before the draw, a pair was the
best hand anyone had, and I was holding the best pair possible. I
picked up my three new cards, but they were no help, a jack, nine and
a two.

Jack began sorting through the stack of clothes his team had won and
counted out three items. "I'll open for three," he said.

I had expected him to open for one, but Jack was taking advantage of
his teams position to make it harder on us. "Ok, I'm going to see that
bet," I said. "We need one item from each of us."

"What!" said Kat. "You're going to bet my pants? Are you sure you
have a winning hand?"

I pulled off my tee shirt and tossed it on to the coffee table. "I've got
him beat, no question about it," I replied.

Betty unfastened her jeans and began to slide them slowly over her
hips and down her legs, revealing simple pure white panties. She
stepped out the jeans one leg at a time and tossed them on the table,
and then sat down on the floor. Previously, she had been standing
behind me, but without her jeans she chose to sit.

"Let me get this straight," said Kat. "Larry is `sure' he has a winning
hand, so I have to take off my pants so we can bet them, so we can
find out if Larry is right."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," replied Betty.

"If Larry was really sure he had me beat, he would raise three rather
than just see the bet," said Jack with smile.

"If we raised three, then you would have to take your bra off too,"
explained Betty to Kat.

"And Jack would just raise us back again," I added. "You would then
have to take your panties off to call that raise. I'm sure I have him
beat, but I'm just calling his bet."

"Ok, if we win, then I get my pants back, right?" ask Kat.

"Yeah," said Betty.

"What about my tee shirt? Can I get that back too?" asked Kat.

"Well, we anted your shirt," replied Betty. Betty turned and looked at
the clothes on the coffee table. "Are those your socks in the pot?"

"Yeah," replied Kat.

"Ok," said Betty. "In that case we can trade your socks for your shirt."

"I hope you're right about this hand, Larry," said Kat, as she began to
unfasten her jeans. "Otherwise, I'm going to sitting here stark naked
in a minute." She slid the jeans down her hips, revealing low cut pink
satin panties. She pushed the jeans down her thighs and stepped out of
first one leg, then the other leg. As she lifted the second leg out of the
jeans, I noticed two pubic hairs sticking out from under her panties.
Kat handed me her jeans, and sat down on the floor next to Betty.

I placed her jeans in the pot. "I see the bet," I said.

Everyone turned and looked at Vicky. "No way, I fold," she said.

"Ok, let's see what you got, Larry," said Jack.

I turned over my pair of aces. Jack dropped his cards on the table.
"Damn," was all he said.

I looked over at the cards. He had a pair of tens.

"We won?" asked Kat.

"Yes, we won," I said, as I passed Kat her jeans. I passed Betty her
jeans next, then grabbed my own. Betty stood up to get into her jeans,
but Kat and I both slipped our jeans on over our legs and pulled them
up, while still seated. Then I stood up and began sorting through the
pile of clothes in the pot. I found my tee shirt and slipped it on. I
found Kats socks and went over to the ante pile and traded them for
her tee shirt, which she slipped quickly over her head.

Betty was looking at the pile of clothes we had collected. "Here's my
socks," she said, "but where's my shirt?"

"Over here, Betty," said Jack, picking up the shirt from his team's
pile. "I think I'll ante it this round." Jack tossed Betty's shirt into the
ante pile.

Betty picked out an unidentified pair of socks and tossed them into the
kitchenette for our ante. Joe had to ante his jacket, which he was
wearing in place of a shirt.

Mary sat down at the table and began to shuffle the cards for the next
hand.

"Ok Connie, it's our turn to win," said Vicky. "We're going to be a
little too revealing here if we don't win soon."

Mary dealt out the cards, and Betty sat down to play the next hand for
us. Betty studied her cards, then grabbed a pair of socks from our pile.
"I'll open for one," she said.

Connie was looking at her cards. She seemed confident and turned to
Vicky. "You or me first?" Connie asked.

"Well, you went first before," replied Vicky. "Besides you're playing
the hand."

Connie pulled her tee shirt up over her head, revealing a white bra
topped with lace. Connie's breasts were smaller than Betty's, but
hardly what I would call small. Her tee shirt became caught on an
earring, and Connie had to struggle with arms behind her head and
chest pushed out for a few seconds to free it. When she finally got it
free of her ear, she placed it in the pot. "I'll see the bet," she said.