No luck!

Cyndi nervously gathered up the shot glasses and placed them on the tray. She drew a deep breath before picking up the tray, trying to steady her nerves, before serving the drinks as requested. She was very aware of her nakedness, and the more she tried to compose herself the more her body tingled with excitement and desire. The confusion nearly drove her crazy as she steadied the tray against her heaving chest.

Cyndi served each shot glass to the gentlemen, who appeared to ignore her nakedness, as if it were completely natural for her to be serving drinks in the nude. After each man was served, it was Frank who toasted, saying that Cyndi ought to be at every poker night, since she was such a great hostess. Everyone else cheered as they drained their shot glass and slammed it onto the table. Cyndi, likewise, had swallowed the liquid that burned her throat, yet warmed her body. Her head was buzzing slightly, and she knew she was tipsy, but the fact she was naked, in a room full of clothed men, had a sobering effect on her tingling body.

Cyndi excused herself as she picked up the empty glasses and returned to the kitchen. She couldn’t stop her hand from dropping between her legs and feeling the dampness growing as her sexual fluids filled her insides. Cyndi couldn’t deny that her body was on fire, as she paraded around in front of the men. Cyndi couldn’t grasp the men’s apparent indifference to her nudity, but was well aware of their stares every time she entered the room. Cyndi desperately felt like she needed to masturbate to relieve the growing tension, yet she fought back the urges with determined effort.

Cyndi heard Mitch call out for more beers, so she gathered up a fresh round, and brought them to the table. She was comforted to see that Mike’s pile of chips had not dwindled since the last time she was in the room. It had not grown either!

Cyndi collected the empty bottles. By the time she made her way back to the room, she saw Mike standing at the edge of the table, looking at his watch. There were no chips at his setting. Cyndi looked bewildered, wondering what was going to happen next.

Mike looked at Cyndi, “This just wasn’t my night,” he apologized. He shook hands with the guys at the table. “Next month,” he mumbled as he turned from the table. Mike began heading for the door. “I’ll wait for you at the car, when you’re ready to leave,” he said to Cyndi. Before Cyndi had a chance to register what was happening, Mike had disappeared through the doorway, closing the door behind him. The soft thump of the closing door filled the otherwise silent house as the remaining eyes turned and focused upon Cyndi.

Frank broke the silence. “We hate to see you go Cyndi. Please come back next month.” He moved towards the door to escort Cyndi outside.

Cyndi was still dumbfounded and caught off-guard. “B-B-But w-wh-what about my clothes,” she stuttered.

Frank stopped, just short of opening the door, and pushing Cyndi out into the cold darkness. In mock concern, Frank looked at the other three and then back at Cyndi, whose worry was becoming even more evident. “Well,” Frank mused as he rubbed his chin. “If you want to BUY back your clothes from us, I’m sure we’ll all be willing to help you out.” Frank’s eyes rose as he watched the other guys’ reaction. “We did earn those fair and square.”

Cyndi wasn’t thinking clearly. If she had, she wouldn’t have blurted out, “No problem; I’ll pay each one of you back, as soon as I can get to an ATM.” If she had been thinking clearly, she would’ve been able to read between the lines. However, the **** and the sudden rush of confusion had severely impeded her reasoning.

Frank shook his head is dismay. “Sorry, dear. We don’t take IOU’s. You mean to tell me you don’t have any cash with you?”

Cyndi looked around as in disbelief. Where in the hell would she keep it, if she had? Again, her wit was not as sharp as Frank’s.

“Hmm?” Frank mused the situation again, rubbing his chin in thought. “Well,” he proposed to Cyndi, “there is possibly one way you could pay us.”

Confused and ****, Cyndi agreed before ever finding out how she could pay them back. Cyndi found herself being dragged back into the living room, where the other three had since cleared the card table. She was stood in the center of the room, while the four men sat in the chairs, surrounding Cyndi.