Keep the pair of eights

“I’ll take three cards,” you say, “and a chance to see what’s under your skirt.”

“I can give you the three cards, but I can’t help you with the rest. I only need one.”

You look at your cards but don’t see anything that helps your hand. “A pair of eights,” you say.

“I’ve got two pair,” Lin announces.

“Good job, Lin,” Claire cheers. “It’s about time John had to take something off.”

You pull your shirt up over your head and toss it on the floor beside you. You flex your arm muscles, saying, “Is this what you were waiting for, Claire?”

They giggle at your antics. You pose a few more times, enjoying the way that Claire’s tits bounce and sway from her giggling.