Play some games!

You wander off to your right and into the big living room where people seem to be lounging on couches and chatting, and in some cases playing games. There's a bar in one corner of the room, where at the moment a homely looking girl is pulling her top down, looking abashed, to show the bartender the "drink stamp" on her tit. You grin as you get in line behind her, then scoop up a beer and survey the crowd.

There's a group of people, mostly girls, playing Twister in the corner, laughing and shrieking occasionally; there's also a group playing King's Cup, which you're slightly familiar with but not interested in right now, as it feels a little early to be getting that drunk. In the far corner of the room, though, you see a group sitting around a table and chatting casually while one guy shuffles a deck of cards. The Indian girl you saw outside, Chanelle, is perched at one end of the group, looking timid but engaged. You smile and head over that way.

"What's the game?" you ask as you arrive.

"Strip poker," the guy shuffling says with a grin. He's a solidly built barrel-chested guy, and must either have early-onset baldness, shave his head, or both. "You want in?"

"Sure thing," you say with a laugh, sitting down. "I'm Luke."

"I'm Harry," the bald guy says.

"Janey," says a willowy brunette in a sundress, grinning.

"Topher," says a skinny, goateed guy with short-cropped hair.

"Francesca," says a dark-haired, buxom girl. From her accent, she's an international student - maybe Italian?

"Chanelle," Chanelle says, which you were already pretty sure of.

"All right, rules are pretty simple," Harry says, starting to deal. "It's 5-card draw, so you do get to swap some if you want. Aces high. We bet a number of items - losers get to decide which items they take off. Jewelry like watches, earrings, and so on don't count, but belts do. Everyone got that? Lookin' at you, Janey." Janey, who's wearing a necklace and several bangles, laughs and nods.

You pick up your hand and study it as everyone else does. Your pulse quickens, but you try not to show any excitement, as you see that you have a pair of Kings. The rest of your hand's not bad, either - an assortment of mid-range cards. You frown, thinking furiously.

"Your bet, Janey," Harry says.

Janey smiles. "One," she declares.

"Out," Topher grumbles, dropping his cards.

"Call," Francesca says airily.

"...Call?" Chanelle says, sounding nervous.

You smile. It's nice already having all the girls with one item in the pot. "Call, and raise one," you declare. That should be safe enough, with a pair of kings.

"Ooooh, someone is confident," Francesca says with a laugh. You shrug.

"Hmmmm. It's early. Call," Harry says. The others - except for Topher - also call, though Chanelle does so reluctantly.

You swap out your three useless cards at the draw and are delighted when you receive a third king for your trouble. The other two cards aren't useful, but three of a kind is pretty good. You decide not to push your luck this time, and when Francesca opens the bet at one, you just call and move on. When the round finishes, you, Francesca, Harry, and Chanelle have all bet three, while Janey is out with two in the pot.

Harry grins. "Show 'em, ladies and gents!" He looks fairly confident as he lays down two pair, jacks over nines. Francesca laughs. "Damn," she says, revealing another two pair, but lower: tens over threes. Chanelle winces as she reveals a pair of queens.

You smirk. "Bad news, everyone," you say, laying down your hand to reveal the three kings. There are groans and exclamations of surprise around the table, and you smirk.

"Well, everybody take those shoes off," Harry says with a chuckle. He follows his own advice, pulling off both his sneakers and then lifting a leg like a stripper to elaborately show you he's taking off one sock, getting a laugh from Janey. Janey herself takes off both her sandals, smiling broadly, while Francesca loses her pumps and the belt from her dress. Chanelle nervously takes off both her sandals and, after a moment's slightly panicked hesitation, her shorts. There are cheers and whistles from the table as she reveals a black thongs on her tight, brown ass, and she sits back down blushing furiously. You grin internally - you remember from outside that she doesn't have a bra on.

Play continues for several rounds, and your luck seems to hold pretty well (it helps that you're not drinking as much as some). You lose your shoes, but after a few more rounds you've managed to take Harry's shirt. Janey doesn't seem to care what she loses, and is out after just two more rounds (all she had left besides jewelry was her sundress, bra, and panties), lounging naked in the chair and grinning as she watches you all play, sipping from her cup. Francesca is a bit more conservative, particularly after she loses her tight party dress, leaving her in bra and panties. Chanelle, on the other hand, practically drops out immediately every hand after that, much to your frustration. (Topher drops out more or less every hand, you're not sure why he's even playing.)

Finally, you're dealt a hand too good to pass up: practically a royal flush. You bet conservatively, and finally manage to draw Chanelle in. She looks confident, for once; good. You hold your breath as you wait for Harry to deal you your last card and can hardly believe it when you turn it over. The jack of diamonds - just what you were missing.

"One more," you say airily.

Harry sighs. "Eh. I'm out."

Francesca shrugs. "What the hell. Call."

Chanelle is practically grinning. "Call!"

"All right then. The bet is two. Ladies?"

Francesca lays down her cards. "Straight," she declares.

Chanelle smiles broadly. "Bad news, I think I'm gonna wiiiin!" she says. She lays down her cards with a grin. "Full house! Queens and sevens."

"Very nice. And Luke?" Harry asks.

"Sorry, Chanelle," you say with a smile. "Royal flush."

"Holy shit!" Harry exclaims. Topher takes a drink, and Janey just bursts out laughing, applauding you briefly. Francesca sighs.

"Well, I suppose it was going to happen eventually," she says ruefully, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. "Enjoy the view, boys." She slips her bra off, letting her large, pendulous breasts free, then reaches down and strips off her panties.

Chanelle seems frozen. "Do - do I have to?" she asks softly.

"Oh, c'mon, new girl, Francesca and I are both on display for everyone's viewing pleasure," Janey says derisively. "You've still even got your top on!"

Chanelle's nervous eyes turn to you, perhaps because you're the one who won the hand.