Strip poker

"You're cheating!"

It was Stephanie's third accusation of the night. A yawn overtook Aaron's features. His tenth winning hand of the day. It was too easy, to the point where he willingly took off his coat. Aaron said it was because the room was getting hot. It wasn't.

"I'm not," Aaron replied firmly. "You're just bad."

"Ugh! Unfair!" Stephanie's fingers ran through her scalp, frustrated. "The Greek gods hate me!"

"Sure," he replied, dripping in sarcasm, "now can we move on? Take off your bra."

"Mmmm….!"

Stephanie was seething, not because she was borderline naked, but because she was losing. She hated losing more than the shame of her voyeurism. Five-foot-five, a hundred and ten pounds, lean and slender with a tinge of muscle in her core, she was a blonde beauty. A classic. A rarity. He saw the tag attached to her bra, she was a 30C. Average. She either forgot to rip the tag off or just didn't care. Aaron suspected the former.

Cassandra was too embarrassed to function at full capacity. See, Stephanie had been wearing a pair of g-string panties. In other words, her best friend's ass cheeks were bare for the world–for Aaron and Cassandra. Aaron also understood that Cassandra was bisexual. Seeing her attractive superhero partner in sexy lingerie was probably a little bit of a turn-on. Plus, Cassandra herself was left in a tight binder and plain black panties. Typically, she wouldn't care but the **** was flowing through her veins deeply. Her emotions were spiked up. She felt the typical shame of strip poker.

Aaron felt lucky. This would probably be the first and last time he would see Cassandra like this. Utterly flushed and hiding herself within her arms.

"Fine!" Stephanie bounced off the bed and started unclipping her bra. Her toned, sexy back was suddenly exposed and Cassandra looked away shyly. Aaron didn't. He stared and waited for her to turn. Perhaps it was the drunk atmosphere but Stephanie turned around with her hands on her hips and her tits jutting out.

"Let's just continue," Stephanie muttered, getting back on the bed. Aaron's eyes followed her breasts. Pink and erect, energetic and youthful, he couldn't find it within himself to look away. Neither could Cassandra.

"I still have to say," Aaron began, glancing at the front of the blonde's thong, "that's quite a bold choice, Stephanie."

Stephanie was taken aback by his comment and glanced down, first at her breasts, then her panties. A wet patch began to form. Blushing, she flicked to Cassandra, then back to Aaron. Her arms pressed to the side of her breasts, pushing and pronouncing their size and shape, she wore a smile and tantalizingly wiggled her shoulders. "A birthday present?"

A sharp bolt of lightning struck as he and Stephanie made eye contact. Almost simultaneously, they side-glanced at Cassandra who was pressed to the wall, hand sheepishly placed on her nape. The prodigious assassin's eyes flickered, nearly bloodshot from the ****,

'A birthday present, eh? Looks like Stephanie was thinking of the same thing as me.'

The next four rounds, Aaron lost. Not because he had suddenly lost the edge but because he wanted to. He threw the matches. He purposely discarded his clothes. His buttoned-up shirt, singlet, his belt, his socks…

"Royal flush!" Stephanie exclaimed, a particular glint in her eye. "Pants off! Now!"

Already shirtless, lean muscles displayed for the Batgirls, he stood up and slowly unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. The right leg raised up, then the left leg, unveiling his black boxers. His thighs and legs were extraordinarily firm and strong. Thunderous and unblemished. Of course, most strikingly off all was the sole undergarment protecting him from undignified nudity. The stretched out fabric struggled to contain his manhood. A dick print so thick and pronounced that Stephanie Brown couldn't help but gasp twice and gape at it.

"Those…aren't balls. That isn't your cock. No way, no way…" Stephanie gulped audibly. Cassandra had already seen what he had to offer but was still getting hot, flushing redder than a tomato and glancing at Aaron and his boxers behind her cards. Stephanie went on all fours, arching her back and coming closer to his crotch, less than a foot away. "I've seen ballsacks and cocks. Penises aren't meant to be that big. You…you must be stuffing them…you must be cheating again!"

With a cocked eyebrow, he sat down. His schlong was entrapped in his boxers and stuck out depravedly in his cross-legged position. "Sure. We can check…assuming you win again."

"Ha! My luck has been great these past rounds. I'm sure we'll win. Right, Cass?"

All of a sudden, Stephanie was calling Cassandra to join her. The young Asian woman ignored her friend's offer and focused solely on her cards, likely in an effort to ignore his cock. Aaron smiled to himself. Things were getting interesting.

As if luck itself was in his hands, he drew a straight flush. Watching Stephanie's jaw drop as he showed the second best hand in the game was amusing. Cassandra's hand was pretty good: a flush. Meanwhile, Stephanie had no luck at all and had gotten a pair. She was a flop. Groaning, she slammed a fist into the mattress.

"This is unfair! How is it that I do so well and then lose!?"

"I guess I'm a lucky guy."

"Hmph!" Stephanie removed herself from the bed. Her figure was astonishing, no one could deny that. Her stubborn streak wasn't normally so prominent but the **** was affecting her. Aaron didn't mind, especially as she began to undo her last bearing.

Her final article. Her g-string. Fuck, Aaron could feel himself getting hard. He kept himself together, however, and watched as the g-string fell to the floor. Stephanie turned. Aaron licked his lips. Drunk Stephanie was a different breed from her normal state and because of it she fit the definition of a hot blonde bimbo. They made eye contact again. An understanding passed between them.

"So…" Stephanie drawled. "...another round?"

"Sure," Aaron agreed quickly. "How about we make this the final round? Whoever loses has to discard everything?"

"Fine! But wait, I have to put my panties back on then!"

Cassandra couldn't protest. Neither could Aaron. The drunk woman did as she pleased.

"If you could call them that!"

"They are!" Stephanie humphed as put her g-string back on again. The way the fabric slapped on her ass crack was addicting. She stuck her tongue at him and acted like she was in conflict with him. Cassandra agreed too, albeit with a wide blush. She glanced between Stephanie's tits and the bulge in his boxers. She probably hadn't noticed they had inched closer to her.

The cards were dealt. The steaks were agreed upon. The community cards were revealed and everyone's hands were reformed. The winner…?

"Royal flush."

Aaron Reigner. Of course. Did you expect someone else?

"Shoot, I got a full house!"

Stephanie's expression folded into concern. Stephanie was drunk but not devoid of reason. She could think and still let out snippets of her typical cleverness. Right now, however, she was worried everything she had built up to had collapsed. Meanwhile, Cassandra was eerily quiet. She stared down at her cards without putting them down. Stephanie grinned.

"Ooh…" Stephanie smiled deviously. "...don't tell me you lost, Cass?"

Her taunt immediately got the young Asian chick to throw down her cards. Three of a kind. She lost. She blushed. Stephanie giggled and pumped a victorious fist.

"Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" Stephanie chanted excitedly. "We wanna see some tits!"

The binder that had been pressing back her breasts was deftly removed. Her breasts were average, perhaps on the smaller size now that Aaron had seen so many, but they were pretty and perky. She stretched her legs and almost teasingly pulled down her panties. She placed them beside her.

Aaron had noticed it the entire time but Stephanie hadn't: those black panties of Cassandra's were dark because they were utterly soaked. Drenched enough to stain the mattress. Until now, the blue-eyed blonde hadn't seen it.

Now she did. Aaron and Stephanie exchanged looks.

The nude Cassandra sat cross-legged, opening her mouth to say something, only to close her mouth as her two friends stared at her.

Stephanie gave a small round of applause. Aaron did the same. Cassandra seemed to be on fire. She didn't hide, however. She sat there and glued her gaze to the bed, too ashamed to speak or move. The atmosphere was prickly and hot in a good way. Stephanie sent Aaron one last look. He smiled.