they play strip poker

Tyler shuffled the cards once more, and dealt one card to each player. "So we look at these and decide if we're in or out. If you're out, you can't lose the hand."

"So I could just quit every hand and never lose," said Michelle.

"But what's the fun in that?" said Abbie quietly to her. Michelle giggled in response.

"Okay, so who's in and who's out?" said Tyler. Everyone agreed to stay in, so he kept dealing. The entire group decided to risk it all on the first hand, and no one folded. After the last card, Tyler said, "I guess we show our cards and see what happened."

Everyone put down their hands, and Stefan realized he had the lowest. "Dumb pair of sixes. Damn, Abbie, you got a straight on the first hand?"

"Beginner's luck, I guess," Abbie said. "Though there's no real prize for winning, is there?"

"No," said Tyler. "Unless you want to help Stefan take off his first piece of clothing?"

Abbie sat between Stefan and Tyler. "Ooh, I'd like that!" said Abbie, standing, and bouncing a little. She urged Stefan to stand up next to her. "What'll it be, Stefan?"

Stefan looked at her and shrugged. "My shirt, I guess."

Abbie sneered at him. "Don't sound so excited." Stefan was wearing a t-shirt, so Abbie grabbed the bottom of it, and pushed it up. As she did, her hands rubbed against Stefan's thick and muscular chest, and she let go of the shirt to more actively touch his body.

"Hey, just the shirt," said Dominic.

"You wait your turn, mister," said Abbie.

Michelle laughed and leaned onto Dominic, putting her hand on his chest. She turned slightly toward him on the couch, and wrapped her leg over his knee. Dominic put a hand on Michelle's thigh and gradually began rubbing her leg, and Michelle did not object. She wiggled her toes a bit, poking into Dominic's other leg. It was all just idle and casual physical contact, but Dominic was getting a little bit aroused.

Abbie was still fondling Stefan's chest. Stefan, unsure if he was supposed to take over the shirt removal or not, pulled his t-shirt over his head with one hand. Abbie leaned back to take a better look. "Wow, you are ripped," she said. She put her hands directly on his chest, rubbed down to his abs, around to his back, and along his arms. "Michelle, do you see this?"

Michelle looked over and smiled. "I do. I'll be patient, I'm sure I'll get a turn."

Abbie patted Stefan on the chest. "Well, that's the first round, right? What's next?"

Tyler collected the cards and dealt a fresh hand. After the second card, Stefan spoke up. "I'm out. Two shitty cards," he said.

"Chicken," said Dominic.

"No, I just -- if I lose again, I'm down to underwear, and none of the rest of you have done a damn thing. And this crap five and two aren't going anywhere." Stefan threw his cards down and sat back.

Abbie gently patted his chest, taking advantage of the moment to appreciate his build again. "It's okay, Stefan. I understand."

Stefan smiled and blushed a little.

"Keep dealing," Abbie said. Tyler finished out the deal and no one else backed out. At the end, they all lay down their hands.

Michelle examined the cards closely. "Who lost, was it me?" She had a pair of fours.

"I only have a pair of fours," said Tyler. "We both do. Let's see -- you have a queen kicker. I have a ten. So it's me."

"Who won?" asked Abbie.

Dominic looked at the cards. "I did. I had three eights. But I ain't taking Tyler's clothes off for him. He can do that himself.

Michelle giggled and put her hands on Dominic chest again. She was getting very flirty with him, occasionally touching his face, and still winding her leg around his. Tyler stood up and pulled off his shirt. His chest was covered in tattoos, which Abbie leaned back to admire.

"My, my, my. Look at what I've got here," said Abbie, looking back and forth between the two shirtless men. "Embarrassment of riches." Tyler sat down again, and Abbie, between he and Stefan, put her hands on their legs and rubbed back and forth a bit. "Mmm, next loss over here is a win for me."

"Let's play another round," said Tyler. He shuffled again, and dealt a card to each player. "Everyone still in?"

Michelle looked at her card. "Aces are good, right?"

Dominic smiled. "Yeah, aces are good. You should stay in with an ace."

Michelle nodded, and Tyler dealt the next card to each of them. "What about two aces, is that good?"

"Michelle," said Abbie, "you're not supposed to talk about your hand."

"Abbie, my dear, I'm pretty sure we're not actually here to play cards."

Abbie cackled at that. "You're right!"

Tyler dealt the third card. Michelle just looked at her hand and didn't say anything. The fourth card came along, and Michelle got a bit wiggly and giddy. She whispered to Dominic, "What about three aces, is that good?"

Dominic looked at her. "You know it is, don't be crazy."

Tyler dealt out the fourth card. Stefan tossed his hand to the table. "I'm not beating three aces."

"Me neither," said Tyler, who also folded.

Dominic and Abbie just stared at Michelle, who looked back at them both. "What, you're still in? Okay, bring it, bitches!"

Tyler dealt the last two cards, and Michelle was so excited about her hand that she immediately dropped her cards to the table and shouted, "I win! Three aces! And a king!" She looked at Abbie. "What did you have? Oh no, if you lose ... oh no!"

Abbie lowered her cards to reveal five hearts. "I think that this is a good hand?"

Tyler looked at the cards. "Right, so that's a flush. Five of the same suit. Definitely beats three aces."

Michelle was crestfallen. "Wait, so I didn't win?" Tyler shook his head. "Well, at least I must have beaten Dominic here. What did you have?" Dominic revealed his cards one by one. First it was a pair of jacks and a nine. "Ha! Just a pair!" He then turned over the next card -- another nine. "Wait," said Michelle. "What's going on here?" Dominic slowly revealed the last card -- a third jack. He had a full house, which left Michelle as the loser of the round.

"Looks like my full boat takes the hand."

Abbie laughed. Michelle pouted playfully. "So I had three aces and I lost? This game is rigged!"

"Nope," said Dominic. "Ain't rigged. But you need to decide what clothes of yours I get to take from you."

Michelle looked at Dominic. "Ooh, it just got interesting." She looked down at herself. "My dress." She stood up, and so did Dominic. She turned her back to him so he could reach the zipper, which he lowered. He pushed the shoulder straps down, and Michelle shimmied out of the dress. She wore a light blue satin bra, and matching panties. The panties were very small and left little to the imagination. She turned back around to face Dominic, who put his hands on her arms, then moved them down to her hips.

"Fuck me, you look good," muttered Dominic.

"Fuck me, I certainly do," said Michelle. "And if you say 'fuck me' one more time, I might just do it."

Abbie's eyes widened and she smiled, hearing Michelle talk so brazenly. Dominic got a bit speechless, but then recovered, and said, "I'm gonna save that option for the moment -- but I won't forget it." He and Michelle sat down again, and she put her leg over his once more. He put his hand on that leg, and casually stroked her skin up and down, often lingering at her inner thigh. Meanwhile, Abbie was still lightly touching both Tyler's and Stefan's legs over on their couch.

The five of them kind of watched each other a bit. If anything, the three men were more in awe than the women. Both Abbie and Michelle were being relatively casual about the situation, whereas the men were all a bit stiff, waiting to see what the next move might be.

"I guess I'll ask -- ready for another hand?" Tyler asked.

"Definitely!" said Abbie. Tyler shuffled the cards and began to deal again. "No talking about your cards this time, Michelle!"

Michelle shook her head. "Not a word, I promise." By this point, Tyler had dealt three cards to each of them, and Michelle piped up, "Ooh, look, Dominic -- seven, eight, nine. That's three in a row!"

"Michelle!" Abbie reprimanded.

"Sorry!"

Tyler finished out the deal, and when they all shared their hands, it was Dominic who lost. Michelle looked down at her hand, and Stefan leaned over and said, "dude, you got a straight. Six to ten. That's the winner right there."

"I won!" shrieked Michelle. "I won, and Dominic here lost. I like this. Stand up, buddy." Dominic stood and faced Michelle, who stood to face him. "Mm, shirt or pants, shirt or pants, shirt or pants."

"How about double or nothing?" said Abbie.

"How's that?" asked Dominic.

"I'm making it up. But how about you each, Dominic and Michelle, pick a random card, and if Michelle's is higher, she gets to take two things from you. But if Dominic's is higher, he stays dressed."

"Ooh, I like that," said Michelle. "You in?"

Dominic stared at Michelle. "I got a hot ass in front of me in her underwear asking literally anything, I'm gonna do it. Let's go." They each drew a card from the remaining pack. Dominic revealed his first. "A ten. Tough to beat."

Michelle looked at her card. She then looked over at Abbie and bit her lip. "Check it, boys." She turned the card around to show a queen. "Queen for the queen. Your clothes are mine, Dominic."

Dominic sighed and threw his head back. "Ah, shit."

"Fair's far," said Abbie. "Take him to town, Michelle."

Michelle unbuttoned Dominic's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He was thin but fit. She ran her hands over his chest as his shirt fell to the floor. Michelle then squatted down in front of him and unbuttoned the top of his pants. She pulled the zipper down, and slowly nudged his pants down over his hips and to the floor. As she did, she kept her focus on his crotch, where his white briefs were tight around what appeared to be his partially hard dick.

Dominic tried to adjust himself slightly, but Michelle put a hand on his. "Nope." He moved his hand away, and Michelle ran her fingers over the outline of his penis, through his briefs. She felt it twitch and saw it grow a bit. Dominic's breathing was a bit broken as he tried to maintain composure.

Michelle gave him a little squeeze, and then pushed Dominic back down to the couch. She lowered herself, this time sitting on his lap. She could feel his cock against her ass; he could feel it too. She wiggled against him a little. He put his hands around her and rested on her legs. Michelle crossed her ankles as she leaned back against Dominic.

"I don't know how good you all are at math," said Abbie. "But by my count, we don't have that many hands left."

"I think we should up the stakes a bit," said Michelle.

Tyler looked at her, baffled. "How could we possibly do that?"

Michelle replied, "No more dropping out early. We all get full hands no matter what."

Tyler nodded. "Okay, that's how. Here we go, everyone. I'm just dealing face up now, since there's no secrecy needed." He dealt the next hand fully, and looking down, announced, "Michelle wins, two pair. Stefan loses, nine high."

Michelle hopped up from Dominic's lap and stepped over to Stefan. She reached her hand out to take his, and he stood up. As she squatted in front of him to undo his pants, she said, "Deja vu? Didn't I just do this?" She pulled Stefan's pants down. He wore boxers, and as Michelle pulled his pants off, she tugged his boxers a bit as well. Stefan grabbed them back, and Michelle caught him. "Let me fix that for you." She took hold of his boxers and adjusted them back to their normal position. She grazed her hand against his crotch, and felt his hardening dick through the cotton. She licked her lips, and then more intentionally grazed him again before standing up.

"All set?" Stefan asked.

"Mm-hm," said Michelle, returning to her seat on Dominic's lap.

Stefan sat and looked at Abbie. "What about you, do you want to grope me as well?"

Abbie shrugged. "Sure, I can if you'd like." She reached over and put a hand on Stefan's crotch, wrapping her fingers partially around his cock.

"Whoa, I didn't mean for you to just, you know, just ..."

"You asked. I figured you wanted me to."

Stefan was dumbstruck. "I guess I -- I didn't realize you would."

"Sure, why not? You asked." The whole time Abbie was talking about it, she was also squeezing and rubbing Stefan through his boxers. "Ask me to stop, I'll stop."

Stefan was silent.

"Or, you know, don't ... and I'll keep going." Abbie smiled at him, and continued to gently run her hand over his crotch.

Tyler dealt the cards again. After four cards, no one had anything that looked like a winner. No pairs, nothing notable.

Abbie had an ace, a three, a four, and a five. "Dude, that's almost a straight," said Stefan. "If you get a two, you win." He paused, and then looked at Abbie. "I sort of want you to win because it would be cool, and then I totally want you to lose because fuck, you're hot."

Abbie laughed. "Well, let's see the last card."

Tyler dealt out the end of the hand, with Abbie getting her card last. "For dramatic effect, I'll give you the last one face down." Everyone looked at the cards of the table. Tyler said, "Okay, Abbie. If you got the two, you'll win and I'll lose, and you'll get my pants. But if it's not a two, it looks like Stefan wins with a pair of nines, and you'll lose."

Abbie peeked at her card. "Well, someone's about to be naked. Is it me, or is it Tyler?"

Stefan mumbled, "Oh please let it be Abbie, please let it be Abbie, no one wants to look at Tyler, come on come on come on."

Abbie showed the card to Stefan, who leapt from his seat.

"Yes! Yes! It's a seven. It's a fucking seven, and yes, we don't have to look at Tyler."

Abbie stood up. "You're the winner, Stefan. And here I am." She held her arms out as if to present herself.

Stefan looked her over. "Here you are." He put his hands on her shoulders, and ran one behind her to her neck and back. "I'm going to sound really stupid, but I don't care. Is there a zipper or something?"

Abbie laughed. "No, actually. It just ... falls off."

Stefan looked at her. It was as if he thought there might be a trick, like taking her dress off was somehow going to backfire. "And ... it's okay with you if I just ... push it off you?"

Abbie giggled again. "Yes, of course, Stefan. I lost. That's how the game goes, isn't it?"

"It is." He nodded. "That is how the game goes." He put his hands on her shoulders, fingering the black material, pinching it between his fingers. He lifted it from her shoulders, pushed it to the outside, and dropped it. The way Abbie was standing, it didn't fall completely off. Instead, the front of the material actually caught on her breasts. If she leaned forward at all, it would certainly fall, but she held her position, and the dress somehow stayed up.

"Uh oh," she said. "It's still on me." She licked her lips, and gazed at Stefan. "I think you're going to have to try again," she said coyly.

Stefan chuckled. He decided he was done taking things gently. He reached toward Abbie and cupped her breasts in hands, gripping the dress as he groped her firm tits. He held his hands there for a moment, then pulled the dress away, and dropped it to the floor. Abbie stood there, now completely naked, gazing back at Stefan.

"Much better." She smiled at him. She put her hands on him to steady herself as she stepped out of the dress, which had pooled at her feet. As she bent over to pick up the dress, Tyler took a good look at her ass, but managed to keep his hands to himself. She turned around and caught him staring. "Look good to you?"

Tyler nodded. "Everything about this is good."

Abbie settled back down on the couch between the two men again. "Since we're playing games of chance and betting, I'm going to bet that it gets better as the night continues."

At this point, the cards were nothing more than the catalyst for getting undressed. Tyler dealt out full hands once again, this time with no dramatic pauses -- just five cards each. Dominic wound up with a flush and Michelle had the low hand with an eight high.

"You and me again, baby," Michelle said. "Which do you want to see, tits or ass?"

"Damn, babe, I want to see everything," said Dominic. They both stood up. Dominic reached around Michelle and squeezed her ass.

"Ooh, that's not fair. Getting a free feel before it's time?"

Dominic kept groping her, and Michelle didn't do anything to stop him. She put her hands on his chest and looking up into his eyes. "So does that mean you're taking my panties?" she said quietly.

Dominic shook his head. "We're playing double or nothing again."

Michelle broke out into a smile. "I love that game. Let's go." She drew the first card. "A three. Well, that's that, I guess."

"You never know," said Tyler. "He could draw a two."

Dominic pulled the next card from the deck. It was another three. "Ha, tie game."

"Draw again," said Abbie.

Michelle pulled another card, this time a jack. Dominic took the next -- another jack.

"Are you kidding me?" said Michelle. "I can't tell if this deck is about drama or about keeping my clothes on." She drew the next card, a seven.

Dominic peeked at the next card as he picked it up. He took a step back toward Michelle and slipped a finger into one of the straps of her bra. He pulled the strap down, and it hung limply along her arm. He reached a hand behind her, and held her ass in his hand, then moved to the small of her back, and pushed his fingers in between the elastic of her panties and the skin of her back.

"Did you draw higher than me, or are you just taking advantage?" said Michelle.

Dominic kept the card hidden, but pressed it into Michelle's hand. He then lowered her hand (and the card) down his front, and tucked it into the front of his briefs. "You want to find out, you can go look."

Michelle bit her lip, and slowly bent forward at the waist. Her ass stuck out, and Dominic reached over her and slapped it lightly. Michelle's face was up against Dominic's crotch, and she put her fingers inside the top of his shorts to retrieve the card. She looked at it, but put it face down on the table as she stood up.

She stared longingly into Dominic's eyes, and then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Dominic reached forward and lowered the other shoulder strap, and then pulled her bra forward, and off. He tossed it to the floor. He ran his hands down Michelle's front, touching her breasts and stomach, and then put both hands into the front of her panties, and pulled them down to the floor. Michelle stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, and stood there, proudly, completely naked.

"What was the card, Michelle?" asked Tyler.

She shook her head and mixed up all the cards on the table so no one could see. "Doesn't matter, does it?"