Lucky Ducky

For the first time all night, I had Ashley on the ropes. I was up to 46 pennies, when she made a comeback. It went back and forth for the better part of an hour. The attendant seemingly ignoring us, but every few minutes another patron would enter, do a double take, ask if I was ok, decide to take advantage since I said, "I was" with a pic or a video before finishing their business and leaving so the whole cycle could repeat. It wasn't until Ashley pointed it out that I realized likely 50 or 60 people had seen and or recorded me at this table in the course of our game. I blushed hard thinking about the probability that someone I know gets a copy. Finally, at 4:59 AM, I achieved the unthinkable. With the first rays of sunlight shining through the window, and an unknowingly vast cavalcade of previous onlookers, I had beaten my sister. I looked at my 50 pennies, and the first genuine smile I have had all night crept across my face. I jumped up like I had won the world series of poker! So what if the better part of a hundred people have seen me naked, I achieved my goal. I beat my cunt of a sister at her own game. She didn't interrupt or rage over my bragging. I danced, I shook my booty, I jumped up and down like I was possessed by legion and was completely oblivious to the fact that I was still naked in public, and the traffic had nearly quadrupled over the last ten minutes. She merely smiled. A proud smile. If it were from anyone else it wouldn't have been unsettling.

After approximately 5 minutes of dancing in a growing crowd of recording devices, I finally realized where I was and the fact that I was still half a mile from home naked. "Can we go home now, so I can get dressed, please?" I asked simply. Placing the cards and pennies in her bag, she simply nodded. She cracked open an energy drink, and I imitated the move, before crossing my elbow with hers and gingerly leading me out. we both blinked at the nearly full natural sunlight, and had to get close to communicate due to the loud traffic. That one car that had scared me so bad earlier meant nothing compared to the 20-40 car per minute maelstrom that was currently passing the gas station. I could do nothing but sigh. Even though I was still as naked as I had been all night, I had won, and that emotion shielded me from my exposed areolas, or visible clitoral hood. Fuck it. Look at this champion beast all you want. I'm dressed in my dignity. Realizing the half a mile walk home would be the most visible event of the night didn't bother me. I was strong.