The cards will tell.

"Do you even know how to play poker?" Amy was giving me a hard time. They'd decided that I should deal first, but I needed help. Amy shoved me over and took the deck out of my fumbling hands.

"Like this. And let me explain the rules again..."

Pretty soon, I felt like I had a grasp on the game enough for our purposes. But I really had no idea what I was doing. I knew that a flush was a thing...and couldn't it be royal sometimes? I was in over my head. I exchanged some low cards, thinking that high was better. My resulting hand sucked, but apparently Elizabeth's was worse. She took off her sandals, giving us a view of her bare legs.

On the next hand, I had some diamonds, so I turned in the ones that weren't diamonds. That must have been good enough, because it was Talia who lost. Without complaint, she took off her shoes. I lost the next hand, and followed the pattern with my own shoes.

I dealt again, and this time Rachel looked nervous. She lost the hand, and removed her jacket. Her pale shoulders were bare underneath.

Elizabeth lost the next hand. She hadn't been planning to play this game, because she only had three garments left. Losing meant losing her dress. Rachel offered to help. She dipped behind, found the zipper, and pulled. Elizabeth squeaked, but didn't protest when Rachel pulled the garment up over her head. That left Elizabeth in a matching white bra and panty set. Her chest was flushed from embarrassment and ****, and her magnificent breasts had at least three of us spellbound with every jiggle and bounce.

"The game, hello!" Amy called. I dealt again. Talia lost the hand, but kept starting at Elizabeth as she removed her socks.

Amy lost the round after that, only too happy to start removing some of her wet clothes. She took both her shoes and socks off at once, and wiggled her toes peacefully.

Elizabeth held out for a few hands while we shed some small items. I lost my socks. Then Rachel had the low hand again, and removed her boots and socks. Talia and Amy both decided to count their belts as an item.

Then Talia held the low hand again, and that mean removing her bra. With a glance around the room, she pulled it above her head in one move. A revealing, lacy, black bra held up her perky assets. The sheer material gave a hint of her dark nipples. I caught Elizabeth looking, too.

Rachel actually cheered when Talia lost the next hand, too. The dark haired beauty stood, positioned herself right next to Rachel's face, undid her fly, and dropped her shorts to the floor. Her panties were black, too. The girlfriend grabbed her legs, but Talia pulled away and sat back down.

On the next hand, Talia lost again. "Three times in a row! What the fuck?" She laughed. Even Amy stared as Talia's hands went behind her back. The clasp came free, and she made a show of pulling her arms out of the straps before removing the bra at the front. Her breasts didn't move. They were always perky, especially for their size, but presented this way, with Elizabeth and Amy and some kind of sexual activity on the line...they were the most beautiful sight. She smiled at all the attention, and motioned for the game to go on. She made no attempt to cover herself.

Astoundingly, the next hand meant that Talia was going to strip naked. Rachel teased her mercilessly. "You really have the worst luck, don't you? You're going to have to entertain us with whoever loses next. Do you want help taking off your panties and showing your privates to your friends?" She had gotten good at this sort of dirty talk, and it flowed more naturally after a few drinks.

Talia stood, and Rachel yanked her underwear down in a single move. "Go on, give them a show." The taller girl spun once, then sat down with her legs crossed. Anyone who wanted to could get a full view of her pussy.

Amy protested. "Dude! Put that away! I am not nearly drunk enough to stare at your cooter."

Talia obligingly stood, and poured Amy another drink.