Poker Night!

Mike and Cyndi were well under way, when Cyndi realized that Mike was dressed rather casually in his blue jeans and polo shirt, compared to her fancy attire. **** to make conversation, Cyndi asked where they were going.

Mike shook his head and waved a nasty finger in Cyndi's direction, "Rule number one: never speak unless spoken to!"

Cyndi frowned, and silently questioned Mike's intentions, now wondering where they were headed. Her question was somewhat answered when Mike pulled into a small development of moderately sized homes. He stopped at the entrance to the development, and parked the car on the side of the road in front of a grey, aluminum siding, split-level rancher. Cyndi looked inside, and on the mailbox, to see if she recognized the name. She didn't.

Mike exited the car, and circled to Cyndi's side, opening her door and helping her out, like a perfect gentleman. The two walked arm in arm along the sidewalk till they reached the walkway leading to the house. Cyndi began making her way in the direction of the house, but was pulled back by Mike's firm grip. He continued walking along the sidewalk past the grey house. "Nah. We're not going in there. It's so nice out; I thought we might walk a short way and enjoy the night air."

The night air was having a pronounced effect on Cyndi. The cool crisp breeze that was blowing, cut through her blouse to her bare skin, as well as blow along her long, bare, silken legs. Cyndi could feel her nipples tighten against the satin fabric. The chills ran through her body as they crossed the street.

When they were on the next block, Mike informed Cyndi where he was headed. He told Cyndi that tonight was poker night. He and four other friends got together once a month for male bonding, and playing cards. He told Cyndi that he brought her along as his good luck charm. That warmed Cyndi somewhat as they crossed onto the next street. Mike then proceeded to tell Cyndi, that all she needed to do was to be a good hostess for the guys: fetch beers, fill the snack bowls, and whatever else.

Cyndi silently stewed at being nothing but a maid for Mike and his buddies. She wondered why she had gotten so gussied up for a bunch of beer swirling macho pigs, playing cards, smoking stinking cigars, and telling vulgar jokes. She was definitely over-dressed for the occasion.

They crossed onto yet another street before entering a house, halfway down the block. Once Cyndi entered the brick rancher, she was impressed by the décor and the neatness of the place. It definitely had a woman's touch, despite the fact that no other women were present. Cyndi was introduced to the guys: Frank, Bob, Mitch, and Mark. They all exchanged pleasantries with Cyndi, but politely ignored her presence, eager to get the game started. All the guys were dressed similarly in jeans and various polo shirts. Cyndi did notice that all the men were very well built, clean shaven, and rather handsome, each in their own way. The crew of six made their way into the living room, where there was a round folding table and five chairs.

Frank, whose house it was, directed Cyndi to the kitchen, and told her she could find everything she needed in there. He also told her to ask if she couldn't find anything they asked for. Mike had already asked her to fetch a round of beers for the guys. By the time Cyndi returned with the five beers, the game had already started. Each player had equal stacks of chips, neatly arranged in front of them. There was a small pile in the middle of the table, which was growing as each player placed his wager. Cyndi placed the beers next to each player, giving Mike his beer last.

As the night wore on, Cyndi fetched shots, more beers, baskets of chips, baskets of pretzels, and she even made sandwiches. Every time Cyndi returned to the table, she noticed Mike's pile of poker chips was dwindling, while Mitch's was growing. When Cyndi returned with the third round of beers, Mike was completely wiped out. Mike sat dejected, and announced his end to the night.

Only an hour and a half into the night, the other guys, urged him to buy more chips and stay a while longer. Cyndi was placing the beers on the table as Mike began to say that he was drained dry, when all of a sudden a light glistened in his eye. He caught Cyndi's attention and grabbed her wrist as she handed him his beer. "Mitch," he called out, "I'll sell you Cyndi's blouse for seventy-five dollars."

Cyndi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The shock was clearly evident on her face as her jaw dropped when Mitch accepted the offer. She was even more appalled as Mike began unbuttoning her blouse in front of the other guys. Before she knew it the blouse was off and lying on the table in front of Mitch. The four guys moaned in appreciation of Cyndi's new attire. Everything happened so quickly, that it didn't fully settle in, until after Mike had slapped her on the ass and ordered her to fetch a round of shots for everybody, including herself.

Cyndi composed herself in the kitchen and returned to the table with the six shots. She was relieved to see that Mike's pile had grown since she left. Everybody downed their shots. Cyndi cleaned up, and refilled the snack bowls. By the time she returned, Mike's pile was dangerously low again. Mike wasted no time in selling Cyndi's skirt to Mark, who held the chips this time. Mike ordered Cyndi to hurry, and not waste time. She was holding up the game. This time Cyndi had to do the honors herself, as she stood next to Mike and pried herself out of the tight skirt, holding her g-string panties in place. Again, Mike slapped her on the ass and sent her for another six shots, and six beers.

Cyndi returned with the drinks. Everyone downed their shots, toasting Cyndi. Mike had Cyndi stand next to him as he continued playing his cards. Hand by hand, Cyndi watched as Mike's pile of chips disappeared and reappeared in front of Bob. Cyndi had been guzzling her beer as the realization of what was about to happen began settling in. She dared not disobey Mike. She recalled voluntarily submitting to him, and figured this was the lesser of two evils. Mike sold her bra to Bob for a hundred dollars. Mike stood from his chair and ceremoniously removed the garment, exposing Cyndi's tanned teats to the foursome. Mike tossed the black lace garment in front of Bob, then pinched and twisted Cyndi's nipples till they stood at attention. Cyndi momentarily fluttered her eyes and let out a soft mewl of pleasure, unable to suppress the erotic sensations Mike was giving her.

As if it was a ritual, Mike slapped her ass, harder this time, and sent her for more ****. Cyndi returned to find Mike's pile of chips had grown substantially. "I'll buy back your garments," he assured Cyndi. Cyndi gleamed with hope, which quickly faded as Mike lost everything on the next hand. Sure enough, Frank now held all the chips. "Not much left," Mike chimed.

Frank laughed, "Panties and shoes, and shoes don't count around here." Frank offered two hundred for the panties, and Mike readily agreed.

Cyndi, who was now red with embarrassment, slowly removed the panties, rolling them past her hips and down her long legs before they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, reached for them and ashamedly handed them to Frank.

Before Mike had a chance to smack her ass, Cyndi made her way past the table and into the kitchen. She downed two shots for herself before replenishing the six glasses. It seemed to calm her nerves somewhat. What made her real nervous was that there was nothing left to sell if Mike lost, or was there?