.Strippers Poker

Rolly lost his chips first.  He opened the cage and reached in for Miss Cross.  Taking her by the hand, pinched between two of his fingers, he led her out to the center of the table.  “Strip, Susan,” he commanded.  She was wearing pants, a button-up blouse, sneakers and socks.

She looked around, at us, at the other cages.  “I, I, I can’t.” 

Rolly lifted a pair of needle nose pliers and set them down at her feet.  “Your clothes are coming off, Susan.  You can do it, or I will.”

She toed the pliers with one foot, testing the heft, seeing that they were real.  “A compelling presentation,” she said.  She unbuttoned her blouse. 

“That’s not terribly sexy,” Chris complained

“Music!” Tom said, suddenly remembering the Plan.  He picked up the boom box and started playing “Girls, Girls, Girls.” 

If anything, Susan got stiffer.  She tried to move like a stripper, but only looked scared.  She got the blouse off and waved it over her head, tossing it to Rolly.

“I give it a six,” Chris said. 

“Four,” I said. 

“Four!?” Rolly objected.   “Didn’t you see the titties bounce in her bra?”

“Yeah, a six,” Tom said.  “Mostly for the titties.”

I shrugged.  “Her back was to me.”

Rolly collected 16 new chips, muttering all the while.  Susan stood looking lost until he led her back to her cage.

Erica tapped on her cage bars and I leaned down to hear her whisper.  “What happens if we don’t earn enough chips?”

“The more chips you earn me, the less often I have to make you strip.”  She nodded with a thoughtful look.

Tom was the next big loser.  He opened Miss Roth’s cage and tapped the center of the table.

“Now, Tom, you don’t need to do this,” she said, trying to sound like she was in charge.  The quaver to her voice made it clear that she wasn’t though.

“Strip, Miss Roth,” he said.  Rolly slid the pliers over to Tom’s hand.  Miss Roth stepped forward.

She was wearing a dress, high heeled shoes and maybe stockings.  She looked around the table, too.  “Cradle of Love’ was playing.

She kept turning as she unzipped the back of her dress and slid it up and off.  We could see her bra and pantyhose, now.  She whipped the dress around and around, finally throwing it towards Tom.

“Good energy,” I said.  “I’ll go with a six.”

“Flat chested,” Chris said.  “Three.”

“That’s not her fault!” Tom said.

“But she’s the one you picked,” Rolly said. “I’ll give her a five.”

Tom picked up fourteen chips and returned his Miss Dolly to her cage.

I was the next to lose.  Erica came right out when I opened the cage.  She was wearing denim overalls over a long-sleeved shirt, and tennis shoes.  She came over to stand close to me for a second.  “Strip poker, right?”  I nodded. “So shoes count?”  I shrugged, then rubbed my fingers together, indicating coinage.

“Wild Thing,” started to play.  Tone Loc’s version.  Erica danced.  She spun and writhed, pointing her ass in all directions, sucking on her fingers, ending by kicking her shoes off, one flying between Rolly and Chris, the other going between Chris and Tom.

She got an ovation, I got 25 chips.

Angie was wearing her usual miniskirt, hose and sandals.  When her turn came, Chris ordered her to ‘go out and take off your panties, sexy.’

“But the others…” she objected.

“PANTIES!”

She danced, sort of. She kept moving, anyway.  She didn’t do The Hustle, though that was playing.

What she mostly did was turn her back on one boy at a time and bend way, way over, flashing her panties at them.

At the same time, the boy she was facing got a good look down the front of her miniskirt, at her generously endowed boobs.

Finally she eased the panties down, one thumb at each side, an inch or two down at a go.

When they got to mid-thigh, she just stood and wiggled, shaking her panties down to her ankles, then stepping out of them. She flicked up her dress, flashing her crotch and ass in both directions.

She earned a full thirty chips for her player.