Jean Does

"Dammit!" Anna said seeing Jean's hand: a Royal Straight of Hearts: Jack, Queen, King, Ace, Duce: way outranking her two pair with an ace kicker.

"That's it Anna, you lose." Jean said with a purr as Anna removed her red lace panties and handed them over, whereupon Jean sniffed the crotch and felt a heady rush at the scent of her one time best friend's juices, Anna apparently having gotten excited as they played.

The rules had been simple, you 'bet' articles of clothing, either worn or captured from the other player, and whoever went bust first had to do whatever the other one said for the rest of the day... By an intuitive and unspoken understanding neither of them had placed any limits on what that meant, and Jean intended to take full advantage of that fact. It had been a close fought fight, Jean was wearing nothing but bra and panties, having not re-dressed as she lost items, just keeping them in a grocery bag next to her chair, but Anna now was totally nude, not even her hair scrunchy that Jean had reluctantly let her bid left. She was glorious in her conformation and coloring, her bright pink nipples standing erect in the chill of the ice-cream shop, her thatch of red pubic hair peaking out from behind her hands, and her green eyes dancing with... Something: not fear, not anger, not shame precisely, but a kind of excited embarrassment...

"What do you wish of me, Mistress?" Anna said diffidently, covering her pussy with her hands.