The next hand

You scowled slightly as you realized your first hand was garbage. Nine high with three different suits wasn’t going to win the hand. You paused. You told yourself that, unlike regular poker, the idea in strip poker was not to win, but to avoid losing. You couldn’t afford to think about anything but the cards you had in your hand. The more you thought about getting Cindy to show her tits, the more likely you were make a mistake. It wouldn’t take many mistakes before you literally lost your shirt. From there, you were only a single hand away from having your tits hanging out for everyone to see. Cindy noticed your worried look and smirked at you. She discarded a single card.

“I’m hot.” she said with a smile, “Get ready to take it off.” You glared at Cindy. As much as you hated to admit it, she was probably right. Not only was nine high not likely to beat every other hand, it was not likely to beat any other hand. That meant you would be the first one who had to remove an article of clothing. Fortunately, the game was draw poker. You kept the nine and seven of hearts. It gave you a potential straight-flush. You would have been happy to get a medium to high pair.

“Three.” you told Gary as you tossed the lowest cards into the discard pile. After everyone had discarded, Gary passed out the replacements. You didn’t have to worry about what your bet would be. So, you stacked the three cards you got on top of the two you kept without even looking at them. Finally, one-by-one starting with Linda, you showed your hands.