Playing Nathalie

Wagers with a rich girl

Chapter 1 by bluebeak bluebeak

"Full house", Adam says smugly, spreading his cards on the table.

Nathalie's face falls. She has dark curly hair and is very pretty. She is currently only wearing a cute pair of white panties. Her white summer dress, bra and shoes already lie in a little victory pile next to the eighty pounds Adam has also won this evening.

She tosses her cards onto the table in disgust. Three fives. A good hand, Adam thinks. He can see why she staked her last remaining money and finally her panties on it, and why she'd seemed so nervously confident. She hadn't been bluffing - three fives would have won most rounds this evening.

Most rounds.... but not this one.

Nathalie stands up, head low and curly hair falling over her face, which is reddening slowly with embarrassment as the reality of her situation hits home. She is average height and has a slender, athletic body, with long smooth legs and a slim waist. Her breasts are small and pert, with round and delightfully pink nipples. Adam smiles. Winning her bra had actually been the turning point in the game. Until then it had been fairly even, but having to show her breasts and endure Adam's teasing about her nipples (which, to his delight and her evident embarrassment, had caused them to swell slowly) threw her confidence. Her game collapsed and he was only surprised that she managed to keep her panties on for as long as she did.

But now... now they're coming off.

Nathalie hooks her fingers into the elasticated waistband of her panties and looks at Adam nervously. She can't believe it's come to this, and she can't believe she's going to do it. Losing her dignity had not been part of her evening's plan.

Elsewhere in the house there is a sudden clatter of pans - the cook cleaning up, no doubt - and in the tense moment Nathalie jumps slightly. Chapman Hall is a massive house, but the clatter of the kitchen seems to pervade most rooms.

Adam smiles again. His cock is throbbing and straining against his jeans.

"Come on loser, take them off."

Nathalie still hesitates. She is from a wealthy family, and has always been a success in life - achieving great grades, being the college debate champion, leading the swim team and playing a mean game of tennis (the main reasons for her great body). She has a clique of friends made up from the wealthy and popular end of town. She isn't used to losing.

"I know you've been cheating," she says, her voice wavering slightly. "I know it. There's no way you were that lucky."

Adam settles back in his chair. "It's just like I said at the start of the night - girls make terrible gamblers. If you'd accepted I was right then instead of arguing the point, you wouldn't be about to get naked would you? Now, come on. Drop them."

Nathalie's face flushes a deep red. She hesitates again, briefly, and then she quickly slips her panties down, stepping out of them one foot at a time. She gives them to Adam, one hand tucking between her legs in a vain attempt to protect her modesty.

Adam watches.

"Hands on your head. Turn around."

She makes a face. Pauses, reflects. Looks uncomfortable. Then she complies, turning slowly, her beautiful body fully exposed at last. Her pubic hair is dark, and her ass is firm but looks soft and inviting. Adam just about makes out the delicate pink lips tucked between her legs.

She looks great. With her hands on her head her entire torso is stretched taut, showing off her athletic figure perfectly.

"Nice," Adam say appreciatively. "Very nice, Nathalie."

She makes a face again. "You smug bastard."

Adam grins, his right hand playing absent-mindedly with her panties.

"Now. There was just the matter of the forfeit...?"

What was the forfeit?

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