All but her underwear

Joanne looked down at what clothes she was wearing. Socks, Jeans, T-Shirt, Black panties, and a matching classic black bra. It was a modest outfit for a casual party among friends, and Joanne never thought she would have to consider how much to take off in front of everyone. Just giving her socks would give her almost no more betting room than she currently had. To truly get back in the game, Joanne needed at least somewhat close to what she started with. Which meant she would have to take off two more articles of clothing. Most people would immediately choose to discard their shirt and pants in Joanne’s situation (if they were just as irrationally competitive). However, Joanne considered the option of removing her pants, and panties instead. Her waist was below the table, but all it took was a look to her left to remember why such a rash decision wasn’t a good idea either. Her nephew Ronny was to the left, and going bottomless would give the recently graduated high school senior a perfect view of her naked bottom.

Blushing, Joanne knew that in order to avoid flashing someone at the table and keeping some degree of modesty whilst rejoining the game, she would have to strip down to her underwear. Reluctantly, she began to pull her maroon T-Shirt over her head. Several at or near the table expressed various degrees of interest, or head shaking in Joanne or Tiffany’s direction.

After stripping off her shirt, Joanne had to stand from the table to remove her jeans. This last article of clothing stood between Joanne being mildly exposed to half-naked in front of a dozen close friends and family.

Luckily, the underwear Joanne had chosen was relatively modest as far as women’s underwear could be. However, her voluptuous figure meant that the black panties underneath her jeans perfectly hugged her butt, and barely managed to cover both cheeks. The front of the small garment curved around her thighs with a strip of fabric barely 2 inches wide and came together at her womanhood to perfectly hide all her lower womanly assets behind form-hugging cotton. In addition, her bra was more-so a source of support for her large breasts than a device to cover them. This left an enormous amount of the upper portion of her chest exposed, with an ample amount of cleavage to go with it. Joanne knew that while her modest matching underwear set left all her assets covered, it left almost everything up to the imagination (with form-hugging tightness, or strategically exposed skin) or completely bare.

After removing her pants, Joanne got a few cheers and jeers from around the table.

“There she goes again. Losing bets, now she’s stripping.” Aunt Flora crudely commented, hiding a laugh.

“Gotta say mom, I’m surprised you didn’t take it all off and call her bluff to see if she’d give you all her chips.” Sam said, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, now the game’s interesting. Joanne’s back in, albeit at the cost of her dignity.” Joanne’s dad observed, nodding in Joanne’s direction with a smile that said “Good on you. Don’t let her get too cocky.”

“Alright, I didn’t think you’d take me up but I’ll make good on my offer. Half your clothes, so half the chips. Take it.” Tiffany said, pushing chips in Joanne’s direction.

Joanne looked around the table, and blushed. All eyes were on her now, which only served to make her feel more exposed. Joanne caught her nephew staring at her upper body, and rolled her eyes. “Little pervert...” Joanne thought to herself, as she zeroed in on the next hand.