Its very, very good.

As you examine the hand that fate has given you, you crack into a broad grin (your husband is right, you can't bluff for a start). You are about one card off of a Royal Flush.

As you pick up and discard, you complete the set and feel pretty good about yourself. When the others announce their hands, you are the clear winner. Gordon loses.

"Well now," says Melissa's middle-aged husband, "what should I remove?"

"I think you need to decide quickly or we shall be here all night," comments his wife.

"I think maybe John should decide," Gordon replies, looking at you. "Benefits of winning the round: Winner gets to strip the loser."

"Losers," you comment boldly, emphasising the 's', "I think that everybody except the winner should need to remove an item. That way the game will go much quicker and we can go on to... to... Well, to other things."

You are still a little tipsy, otherwise you're sure that you would not suggest such a thing to your new colleagues. But the plan meets with general approval, as they all do the maths and realise that they do not want to be playing cards all night either.

You approach Gordon, who stands up straight before you. You look him up and down, pointedly ignoring the big stiffy that is tenting his trousers. Finally, you remove his bow-tie.

"My dear, I feel quite naked without it," he says with mock severity, then sits down.

Next you come to Melissa. It is very tempting to remove her vest top and let those titties fall free (is she wearing a bra?) but humiliating your boss in public at this early stage might not seem such a great career move once you've all sobered up. You wonder if anyone will dare.

Instead, you kneel down in front of her and begin to unlace one of her white trainers [sneakers]. You remove it, she is just wearing a thin white sock beneath and she hobbles back to her seat.

Next is Dan, Marcia's husband. You don't really know him very well, so you remove his jacket (he must be sweltering in that thing anyway). When you get to Marcia, you are not sure. Jewellery doesn't count, so you opt for the shoe again.

Then there is Martin, the office Romeo. He gets to his feet with an easy confidence and you look temptation in the face - or perhaps the crotch, as you are still kneeling in front of Marcia.

"Well I can't take off another shoe," you consider aloud. Martin smiles impassively. You consider what to remove. Trousers? Too sexual at this stage. Shirt? With that six-pack, still to sexual. Then you see it and smile.

With slow deliberate fingers you seductively remove his belt and discard it.

When Melanie gets up, you have another dilemma. All she seems to be wearing is that low-cut red dress.

"You can't take off another shoe," Gordon reminds you.

"I could take off her glasses," you muse aloud.

"I wouldn't be able to see!" cried the blonde secretary.

You consider further.

"I think we should give her a bye into the next round," suggests Melissa, "because she is probably wearing less than the rest of us. But only this once," she adds.

This gets you out of a hole and you move on to your husband. You would love to whip his trousers off, but you opt instead to give him the same treatment as you gave Martin. You remove and discard his belt.

The next seat is empty, because you were sitting in it. Then you get to Mark, who is looking rather red faced and embarrassed, as always. You find his nervousness too good to pass up and feel that perhaps you have been a bit too conservative with the other office members.

You begin to unbutton the shy student's shirt, with your teeth. Mark goes beet red, whilst the others cheer you on and Anita grins with bright white teeth. Finally the shirt is off and you discard it whilst Mark takes his seat again.

Finally there is just Anita left. Again, she is not wearing very much - just a skimpy belly top, short skirt and shoes. But you figure that the pretty Indian girl must have a bra on underneath and so you slowly begin to remove her top.

Too late, you realise your mistake, as the pretty young student's small dark breasts tumble out.

"Oh!" you cry out, "Oh my goodness, I didn't realise. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," grins Gordon, "that's the point of the game. We'll all look like that soon. Well... not quite like that of course..."

"Its okay," smiles Anita, shyly, and helps you to complete removing her top.

"Now, you just sit back down next to me," says Gordon to the young student, with mock gallantry.

Anita sits back down between Gordon, who is eyeing her with poorly disguised desire, and Mark, who is grinning foolishly and also cannot take his eyes off her top. Self-consciously, the Indian girl crosses her arms over her naked tits.

With great embarrassment you discard the teenager's skimpy top and resume your seat. The cards are dealt again.