He's trapped

It didn’t take long to realize that you had made a grave error.

At first, the excitement had completely clouded your thoughts. The idea of playing strip poker with five women—each of them slowly peeling off their clothes while Mia’s foot teased you under the table—had been the only thing on your mind. You hadn’t thought about the odds or how the rules stacked the game against you.

Now, as you sat there, missing half your clothes, the reality hit you hard. You were outnumbered five-to-one, and the rules hadn’t changed—the winner chose who stripped. They were very clear on that: All the rules were exactly the same What you hadn’t considered was that every time one of the girls won, they’d pick you. They weren’t interested in stripping each other; they were focused on you.

The first few hands had gone smoothly enough, and luckily, you’d even won the very first one. It had given you a false sense of control. You’d surveyed the women, eyes lingering on Rachel, who sat there without a bra under her shirt. You figured she’d be the one to strip down first.

“Well, Rachel,” you had said with a grin, “I pick you. Those things,” you point at her quite erect nipples, showing due to their lack on support, "are screaming to be free"

Rachel smiled, standing slowly, drawing out the moment as she let the anticipation build. She toyed with the hem of her shirt, and for a moment, you thought she might actually take it off. She tugged it up slightly, flashing just a hint of skin as the other girls leaned in, watching with curiosity.

“Are you sure about this?” Emma teased, her eyes flashing toward you, clearly enjoying the show.

But Rachel laughed, shaking her head. “Not so fast, John. I’m not giving you that satisfaction yet.”

With a wink, she reached down and slipped off her sneakers, placing them neatly by her chair before sitting back down. The girls burst into giggles, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of frustration. She wasn’t going to give in that easily.

Your heart raced as Rachel sat back down, still fully clothed aside from her missing heels. The brief moment when she had toyed with her shirt, flashing a hint of bare skin, had your pulse thudding in your ears. You could feel all eyes on you, the anticipation palpable as the next hand was dealt.

The cards slid across the table, and despite your focus, the outcome was inevitable. Emma won the next hand, and the moment she laid down her cards, she didn’t waste any time.

“John,” she said, her voice sing-song and dripping with amusement. “I think it’s time you lose something.”

The other women giggled, their eyes glinting with excitement. You could feel the heat rising in your face as you stood up slowly, feeling their gazes on you like a spotlight. You were already down to your shoes, and now it was time to part with something else. With a sigh, you reached down and tugged off your socks, tossing them aside.

“Oh, come on,” Rachel teased, rolling her eyes. “Let’s get to the good stuff already.”

The room erupted into laughter again, and though it was all in good fun, you could feel the pressure building. You were losing ground, and they knew it.

Another hand was dealt, and this time, luck was on your side. You managed to win, the tension in the room shifting slightly as you realized it was your chance to turn the tables.

“Rachel,” you said, your voice steady as you looked her square in the eyes. She’d been toying with you all night, and now it was time to make her pay up. “Your turn.”

Rachel smirked, clearly expecting it. She stood up slowly, the fabric of her shirt drawing tight against her skin as she stretched. For a second, you thought she might finally strip off the crop top, but instead, she reached down and slipped off her socks, tossing them onto the pile with a teasing grin.

“That’s it?” Sarah laughed, clearly enjoying how Rachel was playing it safe. “Give him what he wants already!”

“Patience,” Rachel replied with a wink, sitting back down and crossing her legs, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. “We’ve got all night.”

The next few hands passed in a blur of rising tension and frustration. You were winning about every third hand, but it wasn’t enough. Each time the girls won, their choice was the same—they wanted you to strip.

“Time for the shirt, John,” Emma teased after laying down her cards. “We’re all dying to see more of you.”

You gritted your teeth, trying to maintain your composure as you pulled your shirt over your head. The cool air hit your bare skin, and you could feel the heat of their stares as they took in your now exposed chest.

“Looking good!” Rachel called out, her voice playful. “I guess we really are getting a show tonight.”

“Nice pecs, John,” Olivia chimed in shyly, though the laughter in her eyes betrayed her teasing tone.

The attention was unnerving, but there was something thrilling about it too. You were trapped, and they were loving every second of it.

Another hand, another loss. This time it was Sarah who laid her cards down, grinning as she made her decision.

“Pants, please,” she said with a giggle, gesturing toward you with her finger.

The laughter around the table grew louder, and you hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of their eyes on you. Slowly, you stood up, your fingers fumbling with the button of your pants. With a deep breath, you slid them down your legs, stepping out of them and leaving yourself standing in just your boxers.

The teasing was instant.

“Wow, look at that,” Emma purred, her gaze dropping to the noticeable bulge pressing against your boxers. “Looks like someone’s really into the game.”

“Is that for us, John?” Rachel teased, licking her lips exaggeratedly. “I think someone’s enjoying himself a little too much.”

The girls laughed and clinked their glasses, clearly having fun at your expense. You could feel your face flush with embarrassment, but the truth was undeniable—you were hard, and the thin fabric of your boxers did little to hide it.

“Oh, he’s definitely enjoying it,” Sarah said, leaning forward with a grin. “And we’re just getting started.”

The next hand was dealt, and this time you were determined to turn things around. You eyed Rachel again, hoping to make her finally strip down further. You won, much to your relief, and pointed directly at her.

“Rachel,” you said firmly, “it’s time.”

She stood up slowly, holding your gaze with a teasing smirk. The room was silent as she reached for the hem of her crop top, and for a moment, you thought she might actually give in. She tugged it up just slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of bare skin.

“Come on, Rachel, take it off,” Olivia teased, her shy demeanor melting away as the night wore on.

Rachel grinned, her fingers toying with the fabric of her shirt. “You really want to see this, don’t you, John?”

Your heart pounded as she paused, letting the anticipation build. She lifted her top, giving you the slightest hint of her pink nipples. But then, just as she had done before, she changed course. Instead of taking off the crop top, she slid her pants down her legs, revealing her black panties underneath.

“Gotta leave something for later,” Rachel said with a wink, sitting back down.

The teasing was relentless.

“Looks like she’s keeping you on edge, John,” Emma said, grinning as she nudged your leg under the table. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

You eyed Rachel, knowing that she had nowhere left to hide. She’d already removed her pants and her shoes. The only thing standing between you and seeing more of her were those last two pieces of clothing. Your heart pounded with anticipation.

One more win—just one more—and she’d have to make the choice: take off her crop top, revealing her bare breasts, or slide off her panties, leaving her fully exposed. The thought made your pulse race, and you couldn’t help but imagine how sweet victory would taste.

Rachel caught your eye, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a teasing grin. “You’re thinking you’ve got me, aren’t you?” she said, leaning back in her chair with deliberate ease. “One more hand, and I’m naked. But you’re forgetting something, John.”

The other women exchanged knowing looks, their eyes flicking between you and Rachel as they waited to see what would happen next. Your excitement was undeniable, but there was a nagging thought at the back of your mind—one that Rachel had just brought into the open.

“If I lose, sure, I’ll have to strip,” Rachel continued, her voice dripping with amusement. “But if you lose…”

She didn’t have to finish the sentence. You knew exactly what she meant.

If you lost the next hand, you’d be **** to strip completely naked. And then there was the matter of the forfeit—the one they hadn’t fully revealed yet but had hinted at all night. You had no idea what they had planned for you if you were the first one naked, but the way the girls had been giggling and whispering about it made you more than a little nervous.

Rachel leaned forward, her grin widening as she spoke softly. “Are you ready to take that risk? Because if you lose, you’re not just going to be naked. You’re going to pay the big forfeit.”

“Maybe he likes the idea,” Emma chimed in with a teasing laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced at your straining boxers. “It’s pretty obvious he’s enjoying himself.”

Sarah joined in, grinning as she leaned forward on her elbows. “Do you really think you’re going to win, John? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re already losing.”

The teasing comments echoed around the table, but your focus was on the next hand. You knew you couldn’t afford to lose now—not with so much on the line. But the thought of winning... seeing Rachel finally **** to choose between her crop top or her panties... the idea sent a shiver down your spine.

You dealt the cards, your hands steady but your heart pounding. Each woman picked up their hand, glancing at their cards as they sized up the situation. The room grew quieter, the tension almost unbearable.

One more hand. Win and Rachel would be exposed. Lose, and you’d be naked, your forfeit looming like a dark cloud over you.

“Good luck,” Mia whispered from beside you, her foot pressing lightly against your cock under the table, teasing you even further. “You’re going to need it.”

Your pulse quickened, and as you looked down at your cards, the weight of the game pressed down on you like never before. This was it—the moment you’d been waiting for. But it could just as easily be the moment you dreaded most.

You were about to find out.