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ShortGrace22

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There was a party being held off campus at a pretty large apartment. Alcohol was flowing freely amongst the party goers. There was probably 25 or more people there and Leah was so uncomfortable that she was practically holding onto her roommate Katie as she was acting very clingy. The blonde girl from Sweden literally didn't know anyone here and didn't know why she had come with Katie in the first place.

After a while Leah found herself in a smaller side room with a couch, a coffee table, and a few chairs. There were much fewer people in here. They could hear the rest of the party going on in the other room but no one seemed to care. Leah heard someone shuffling cards and didn't know why. All the people in this room were on at least their second drink of the night, some had drank more than others but nobody seemed particularly wasted.
 
Katie couldn't help but smile as Leah wandered off from the main party into a side room. Katie got on well enough with her roommate but despite her efforts it had been difficult to get blonde to venture much beyond the confines of the dorms but the semester was over, there was no more studying to be done and Katie was absolutely determined that Leah experience at least one house party before they went their separate ways for the holidays.

The response the pair received was predictable, Katie felt she could have walked in butt naked and still every straight guy in the place would have focused on the cute blonde Swede who they'd never seen before. So Katie knew that her role for the evening was part wing-woman, part human shield something that looked like it wouldn't be a problem as Leah seemed almost glued to her hip. Sure enough, it was less than 5 minutes before a couple of guys approached them and started trying to chat them up, although it became clear very quickly that the pair of hopefuls were focused on Leah and were talking past Katie.

Katie artfully navigated Leah and herself away from the overly eager pair towards the bar, human shield duties meant that Katie knew she couldn't drink that much but there was no way she was going to make it through the evening completely sober. While they were sorting their drinks out, Katie got talking to a guy she'd met during one of her classes who'd seemed nice enough but they'd never connected outside the classroom. After a few minutes Katie realised that she'd lost track of Leah and excused herself to go look for the blonde, who she found in a slightly quieter side room.
 
Having ditched her usual group of going-out friends for the night, Jean walked along the campus street alone. Dressed in a block top, black leggings, and her new skirt, she arrived a few minutes early at the place she agreed to meet Sam, her date for the night.

The two of them had met during a chemistry lab and hit it off instantly. After that, Jeannie had come to frequent the bar that Sam tended. Tonight, though, was the first time she was able to rope Sam into going partying with her, and Jeannie was excited.

The raven-haired coed could not help but laugh when she first saw Sam approach with a case of beer slung under her arm. “Girl you came prepared!” she teased. Though by she didn’t know the hosts personally, Jean was happy to rely on the their alcohol rather than spend her own money. Looping Sam’s free arm in hers, she escorted her blonde cowgirl friend to the party.

It wasn’t long after they entered that some Jean was greeted by some familiar faces. Quickly she fell into party mode, securing a strong drink, introducing Sam to a host of people, and dominating at a few rounds of flip-cup. This was her element after all.

Jean bowed out of the next round to get refill her drink. On her way to the refreshment’s table, she noticed an open door to a side room that seemed to have some people in it. She also noticed a guy she didn’t know that appeared a little too closely her elbow. Jeannie was buzzing herself, but this guy smelled like he started drinking at noon and never stopped. Through slurred speech, he complimented her outfit, eyes clearly drawn below her chin, and offered her a mystery drink. “Um, no thanks,” she told him curtly, grabbing a quick beer instead and retreating back to Sam.

“Let’s sneak in there for a bit, kay?” she asked her friend, gesturing to the small side room.

(Tagging @Silent Cryptographer)
 
Samantha wasn't the type of girl to indulge in the large-scale parties too often. In fact, aside from the trip down to the local bar or maybe some tailgate off the back of a pickup truck bed she'd be far removed from these sorts of parties. This much originated strictly from her upbringing in rural country as much as it did anywhere else. The girl far more interested in how to ride a horse or hauling brush for her father's ranch than the next fall fashions one would find in the department stores. She was a fish out of water when the allure of a four-year scholarship drew her out of her confines and sent her to the city. Her only companions being that old red truck she'd had for ages, a suitcase and a beat-up old cowboy hat she'd used for just about every rodeo she could enter into. Of course, she'd held dreams that went beyond simply trying to hang on for dear life on the back of a rather pissed off horse. She'd leaned towards being a park ranger or game warden in her future. Though which she probably couldn't tell anyone at the moment. For all she knew, she'd be wrestling crocs like her hero Steve Irwin, though it wasn't like she minded the idea of that too much.

Tonight, of all nights, Sam found herself drawn into a situation that fell outside of her usual routine of classes, bar work, idle free time and sleep. She could thank Jean for that. Samantha had met the girl in one of her classes and they'd hit it off at first from a shared choice in liquor. Nights later, her new classmate would become a regular in her bar and from there one could say a tentative friendship had formed. It hadn't been long before she'd received an excited invite from her new friendly face to a big party among student body that was going on at some house a bit off campus. She'd been hesitant at first but caved after a bit of prodding. Wasn't like she'd had much on her plate otherwise and Jean seem really nice. She who dares, wins right? Unaware of any deeper meanings behind the night, Samantha had dressed herself comfortably over eye catching fashion. Sun kissed farmer's tan covered up by an old t-shirt, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots, an old ball cap and a belt with a rather large buckle. The fit being comparable to one she'd show up to a tailgate in. Blonde hair tied back into a lose ponytail which fell across her back.

The meet-up with Jean occurred a few blocks down from the house in question. Sam arriving promptly with a case of beer stuffed up under her arm, though it's weight after this much walking caused a bit of discomfort. Green eyes flicked over towards Jean as she'd approach all dolled up for the evening. A crooked sort of a smile crossing her face offering just a bit more warmth on a night like this. "Well, had I known you were dressing up, I'd have tried to pretty up a bit more." Her draw slipping out as she'd hold up the case. "I'm a guest of a guest darlin'. Had to bring something or I'd feel a tad bit parasitic don't you think?" She'd allow her arm to be hooked as she'd be tugged along. Boots echoing on pavement as they'd approach the house and the wall of noise that awaited beyond it. In this place, where Sam might have felt slightly the wallflower, it would seem Jean would flourish in bold fashion. Like a fish to water the other girl went about as Samantha sat down her case of beer. Dragging her between one bar front and the other as they'd run through the formal introduction process. She'd try to do her best to both look pretty and keep an eye on the drinks. Her mind always on the need for some form of safety net with this party going on around them. She worked a bar after all.

At some point, she'd note Jean pulling off from her dutiful orbit to go refill her drink. The girl left alone as the shapes of partygoers slipped around her. She'd pass the time with a bit of idle conversation. Choosing to stick to beer and avoid hard liquor for the moment. A couple of flirty comments too many from the passing crowd later, Sam would find herself bumping into a very flustered looking Jean once more. Head tilting in slightly over the loud drum of music in the background to make out what the girl was saying. Blinking for a moment once the speech was registered as she'd glance over to the little side room. A hand extending so that she could point at the doorway to confirm. "You're wanting to go in there?!" She'd exclaim, raising her voice over the music and once confirmation had been give would link a hand around the girl's hand to tug her along behind. The bartender polite but determined in her approach to the newfound safe haven. The two girls eventually coming into the quieter room as Samantha would take a glance around. A sheepish grin crossing her face. "Apologies all. I hope we aren't interrupting anything. Just trying to get away from the main drag out there and find somewhere a bit quieter."
 
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"Where was Matt?" Veronica asked her self for what felt like the millionth time as she paced across the street from the address he had given her. She had wanted to tell herself it was a date, but she should have known better. She often read more into things than people meant, her own wants and desires bleeding into her understanding. She was so much better with numbers, they held a certain consistency that language simply didn't. Especially when so much language, particularly between boys and girls, was non-verbal. Matt had been one of many she had tutored in math, but the first that took an interest in her as a person, a woman even. Or so she thought.

Veronica really didn't have much of a social life. Being a child prodigy in math and science, she was often immersed in her studies and her classmates were generally four to six years older than her. But her tutoring began to pair her up with students closer to her own age, if not maturity. Most were fairly forgettable and since fantasy tended to replace a social life, she had built her dream guy up to something few could match in real life. Those that met that fantasy standard, tended to look right through a girl like Veronica. But Matt was different, or so she thought. She may have simply mistook politeness, or worse the opportunity for an easy lay, as actual interest. A more experienced woman might have seen through this, but she was smitten by his athletic body and charming demeanor.

So when he told her about a party, she jumped at the chance and told him she would definitely be there. And here she was, but she didn't see Matt. Why she assumed he would be outside waiting for her, was likely wrapped up in her impression that this was a date. But then she thought he must be inside already so she worked up her courage and went in.

She had heard the music from outside, but as she walked in the front door, she could feel the bass notes in her chest like a second heart beat. Her own heart was racing with her nervousness as she walked through the lively crowd. She felt like one of those anthropologists, observing primitive tribal behavior and grasping for some meaning while trying not to get beer spilled on her. She felt invisible, and to a large extent wished she was, being a rather plain girl among the more typical college co-eds. She wished she were in a way, as she feared at any moment someone would see her and realize she didn't belong here and throw her out.

She flitted about, trying to be inconspicuous as she looked almost desperately for Matt. The press of partying students felt claustrophobic to the loner girl, unaccustomed to such casual physical contact as she worked her way through the crowd. Going from room to room it was only a matter of time before she ended up in the quieter side room where a card game looked about to start. She took a deep breath as she enjoyed the relative quiet for a few moments. She looked curiously at the table, she had never played poker, but knew the rules well enough. Poker like most card games was really a question or probability, something she actually understood. She didn't bring much money, but she doubted it would be that high stakes after all, they were just students. It would never occur to her that she was wearing the stakes.
 
Lucas tossed back the shot and slammed the glass down on the island counter. He leaned on the island, ignoring the wet mess, as he watched the co-eds across from him struggled to take theirs. He cracked up as they managed to down the drinks and scrunched up their faces. "There we go! Told ya it was good shit!" he said with a laugh. He graciously ignored the sudden bulging eyes and tensing throat as Naomi suppressed a gag. It was most definitely not the good stuff, but everyone here would see the nice bottle and be none the wiser. He looked over at the dance floor then back at the women, gesturing over to it in invitation. He'd been admiring Naomi and Tina's asses as the got up from their seats in the row in front of him at the end of the O-chem lecture. Tonight he intended to admire them from much closer up.

Suddenly there was a pair of hands wrapped around his arm. "Luuuuu..." Lucas sighed. He knew that voice... He turned to find Hailey clinging to his arm staring up at him, huge grin eyes unfocused. Of note were the spaghetti straps ready to fall off her shoulders at a moments notice. Lucas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Hailey was on of the smartest and hottest girls he knew... when she was sober. Unfortunately she could not hold her liquor . "Luu-Lukey. I can't find Madissson," she slurred as she looked around for her roommate. She then fell into, Lucas, grabbing at his chest, her hand fumbling around at his gold chain then the top of his undershirt then finally managed to get a grip on his White Sox jersey. "She said we had to leave and then disappeared... do you think she left me?" God I hope not, Lucas thought. He'd begged Madison to watch her roommate. But he wouldn't blame the girl for wanting to have her own fun without worrying about Hailey.

"Are you sure she's not just waiting at the door or something?" Lucas asked. He noticed Naomi and Tina walking off. "Wait!" he called after them, but they were far enough away to not hear him over the sound of the music, or at the very least far enough away that they could use it as an excuse to ignore him. So much for that. He closed his eyes and exhaled. "All right, I'm sure Madison is still here." If Madison had really said they needed to leave then there was a chance Lucas could find her and pass off Hailey to her and comfortable go back to the party. If he hurried he might even still be able to return to Naomi and Tina on the dance floor. He got moving, walking toward the front door hoping he might see the Madison between here and there.

It was a struggle to move as Hailey had decided she could just collapse and let Lucas do all the work of moving. She clung to him, head resting on his shoulder. "I'm tiiiired," she whined into him, "Can't I just go sleep in your bed?" Lucas paused, actually considering it. It's not like he was completely oblivious to her body pressing up against him. Sure, she would immediately pass out, but the idea of spending tomorrow afternoon with her was tempting. But no, there were some creeps around at this party. Even with his door locked, he wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her alone and he wasn't about to call it a night just to keep an eye on her. So he kept walking, going past a couple different groups. The smell coming from Daniel's room confirmed what his smaller private party was up to behind that door. He walked past what seemed like a quieter group gathered around a table in their spare room. Weird as fuck, but at least they weren't causing trouble. Then he sighed in relief as he finally saw Madison near the front door, eyes on her phone. Probably keeping an eye on her uber or trying to get ahold of Hailey.

"I think you lost this. Please try not to leave it again," he said with a quick smile at the Madison. He extracted himself from Hailey's grip and placed her hands on the other girl. "We found Madison! She's gonna take you home." His inner voice echoed Hailey's 'YAAAY' as she grabbed on to her roommate. "Allright, goodnight, gethomesafe!" he said to the girls before turning around and walking back into the party imagining the gyrating hips out on the dance floor. He slowed as he passed the room with the card table. He listened in on the conversation and his eyes brightened. So that's how it was. He dashed off.

"Damn, if you're gonna bail on a party to play poker, you should at least invite the host," he said as he returned. "They should at least get to hear firsthand you think their party sucks." He then spotted Billie for the first time. "Or was this your idea?" he asked smiling. "Either way, deal me in. And while I'm sure this game won't be boring..." he held up a 12 pack of beer and a bottle of tequila (the pretty okay stuff), "Just brought along a little insurance to make sure no one loses their nerve," he said with a laugh. He set the drinks to one side as he took his seat at the semi-crowded table.

He took a look around as the cards were being dealt. He recognized most of these faces from various parties, classes, friendgroups of his roommates, even if he didn't necessarily remember all the names. He was pleased to see that he was one of very few guys. He wondered if any of the others could rig the dealing to their benefit. As far as he knew, the other men would be more interested in getting the girls naked than him. And it looked like all of these girls had something to show off. Even the- wait, that nerdy chick. Was that... his calculus tutor from freshman year? Shit, he'd never thought of her as the type to party. Lucas thought back again to Tina and Naomi wondering what guy they'd manage to press up against. It still could probably be him. But something told him he was in for a far more interesting night if he stayed in this game.

The cards were dealt and he picked up his hand.
 
Matt's intentions for Veronica weren't entirely...platonic.

She was certainly not his time. She was, well, a bookworm was the best way to describe her. If anyone needed to get laid, it was certainly her. She was his math tutor - a secret he tried to keep hidden from his teammates to avoid their constant ribbing - and he had started to grow fond of her. Well, a little more than just fond. Their accidental touches and awkward flirting had made him look at her more as a person than as a 'nerd'. And she was kind of cute looking too - if she wore nicer clothes, she might get that boy attention she wanted.

And lets be honest. Matt was hoping to get her drunk enough to loosen up. She really needed to let go at some point and forget about what people thought of her. He wouldn't mind making out with her or getting her naked. And he'd be down to fuck if she wanted to cut right to the chase.

He was having fun of his own at the party. His friends were trying to hook him up with a girl, so he spent the first part of the party talking with her. She was a bit of a bimbo, but it didn't stop him from making out with her and feeling her up for a bit. When she took a pause to puke - she'd drank too much - he found it a good time to ditch her.

That was when he saw Veronica heading into a quieter room. He perked up and quickly came up behind her, sliding his hand onto the small of her back.

"Hey...you came." He says, smiling at her, not removing his hand.
 
This party was certainly not something she bargained for. So far, her experiences with parties had been limited to the social events that her sorority held. Ladies in gowns and white gloves descending an elegant staircase, met by a gentlemen wearing a tux, offering his arm as her escort to a wide open room, where classical music filtered through in the air. A ballroom like atmosphere, where ladies were twirled, only to return at arm's length, into the firm grasp as her fingers wrapped around his hand to continue their dance. It was a scene she had become accustomed to, even if her inner monologue consisted of wishing it would end soon and if the gentlemen she was dancing with tried anything how she would punch him in the face and leave, not caring that it would end her college career. Of course that wasn't true. The fact that it wasn't was the only thing that kept her from doing just that despite how her escort behaved or how long the event droned on.

This, on the hand, was anything but that scene. The music blared, thumping in her ears, vibrating her shoes. "A few people my foot," she mumbled as she made her way through the crowded surroundings that were in fact her home. She shared it with three other people, but it was indeed her home. She had been scanning the faces, hoping to find one of them that she knew, but none of them seem familiar. It was just an endless sea of faces that seemingly came for the booze, the music, and as experience had already proven, to make out. She had found herself in a position where a guy had pushed a girl against her as she had been standing still in a doorway for a moment. His lips were pressed against someone she assumed was his date, and his hands were roaming her body over her clothing. "Excuse me," she had stammered out as she wiggle free from being pinned in her spot. She had wanted to say something but thought better of it as she left.

"Lucas, where are you," she had mumbled, unaware she had just missed him, while she took stock of what they had in the kitchen. Lucas had been a saving grace, though she was sure he didn't know it. Honestly the other roommates were as well. Had it not been for them, she wouldn't have a choice but to live at the sorority house, and that seemed scarier than any horror movie she had ever seen. Bubbly, young, brainless, clueless,....blondes. Living in this house with these people had been exactly what she envisioned her life would be like.

In the kitchen was wall to wall people, some even sitting on the counters. All of them had either a plastic cup, bottle, or can in their hand. Someone asked her a question, but for the life of her she couldn't hear him. She kept screaming, "what," until he finally shook his head and walked away. Going to back to making sure there was still enough alcohol that the party would go on for a while, a long while, she sighed. Room to room she made her way, checking that everything was as it should be. More than once she had to take something from someone and hide it to ensure it wouldn't be broken. "NO! NO! Give me that! It's a vase is not a ball," she had said to the jocks pretending to be deeply engaged in a drunken game of basketball. Their sneers were followed with rude comments. "Oh come on baby. Let me sink it in." She had stopped in her tracks, turned around to face the laughing group, and smiled. "Put it in?? Baby you would be lucky to find it, much less put it in. Tell me," she said, slowly returning towards him. "Would you like to lay me down, your body on top of me, our naked skin pressed against each other, perspiration beading up as you slowly guide your rock hard cock inside my tight, wet, pussy?"" She waited until he eagerly nodded. "Awe. That's such a shame. You'll never get the chance to," she told him, whispering softly. "You're too drunk. Probably couldn't get that tiny, weak pecker to rise if I hooked it up to a car battery. Of course, we can try that if you like," she asked, her eyebrows rising. "No," he clamoured before making a quick exit. "I thought not," she whispered, before laughing. 'Car battery,' she thought. 'That's a good one. I gotta remember that.'

Blowing a loose strand of hair from her face, she entered a side room and stuffed the vase inside a cabinet. She surveyed the people in this room. They all seemed.... quiet, sitting at a table, clearly about to being a friendly game of....it didn't really matter. She took a seat saying, "deal me in. Doesn't matter what the game is. Poker. Gin. Hearts. Spades. Doesn't matter. Go fish," she teased. The cards flew, and suddenly a familiar drew her attention. Lucas. After all this time, here he was, provisions in hand. She didn't drink as often or as much as the some of the others in attendance at the party, but she could hold her own. "Wasn't my idea, but I'm not opposed," she replied. "We never played any card games together before. It'll be interesting to see how things go." She grabbed the cards, keeping them close to her chest. "So, is this a friendly game?? Penny stakes maybe?? Pretzels?? What are the stakes??"
 
Liam was having a great evening. He had been invited over through a friend on the swim team and their hosts had gone all out. The booze was flowing and the music was thumping in the main room. As he sipped his drink , he caught sight of a semi-open door that he hadn't explored yet. Pushing his way in, he found a room with a green felt poker table and several chairs right out of a painting from the 1920's.

Intrigued he sat down, and began to shuffle a deck of cards that was already set out. 52 cards, 4 suits, 13 cards each. Perfect. A few other people had also found the room, which seemed to be insulated from the loud music in the other room somehow. It seemed they were all drawn to the place for some reason.

Liam eyed up the group as they introduced themselves. There was a nice mix of men and women. Several of the girls certainly caught his eyes, and the phrase "spoiled for choices" floated through his buzzed brain. As a girl with extensive tattoos ran through a list of games and stakes, he began to deal the cards, 5 to each person. "Oh pretzels and pennies are fine for grandmas. But at this time of life, I think strip poker is the only real answer." he said with a grin on his lips. He looked at each of the partygoers in turn, seeing who would back down and leave, and who was will to stay and at least test the waters.
 
Veronica was keyed up from nervousness so that she flinched noticeably when Matt's hand touched the small of her back. She turned sharply at him, as if she were ready to pull away or tell him to keep his hands to himself. But when she saw it was Matt, she smiled instead and blushed a little at the intimate, at least for her, touch. It was good she hadn't seen him making out with the bimbo as she probably would have teared up and ran home, but ignorance was bliss.

She looked again at the game about to start. "I was just about to sit down and try my luck, or more likely my probability analysis." Which was basically a fancy word for card counting. "Plus it's quieter in here." She said, then seemed nervous about being boring. "Unless you wanted to be in the main room?" She asked, clearly ready to be cooperative to the sexy athlete, she was so obviously relieved that he actually showed up some might think it pathetic.

She had no drink in her hand and she was reluctant to pull away from Matt's touch. It was something of a dilemma for a moment but there were two seats open where they could sit together. It was natural enough to join the game in time for the cards to be dealt. She recognized the dealer readily enough, giving him a nervous smile, but wasn't bold enough to call him out by name as she wasn't sure she remembered his name. She was much better with numbers than names, though she rarely forgot a face, especially of a cute guy.

When a newcomer arrived and suggested strip poker she gave a quick snort of a laugh and roller her eyes. "Yea right." She said reflexively then looked to Matt as if for reinforcement or at least some assurance.
 
The concept of strip poker was not super appealing to Leah. Betting your clothes instead of money seemed almost childish. But, at the same time, the idea of stripping naked in front of strangers was actually kind of hot. And also potentially seeing other girls naked as well? Leah wasn't a lesbian, she only had limited sexual experience with guys and none with girls, but she could definitely be classified as bi curious.

Leah also wondered if maybe stripping for these people would give her some credibility points. She had yet to make a single friend outside of her roommate since moving to America and she had never felt like she fit in. But if stripping was normal here? "We don't play strip poker in Sweden" she said with her thick Swedish accent, "but I would be willing to try if someone tell me how this game works."
 
Feeling grateful for Samantha and the solid grip of her hand, Jean was all too happily pulled away from that situation. As much as she typically enjoyed loud music and dancing along with a crowd, she didn't altogether mind the chiller vibe about the smaller room. At the moment there didn't seem to be a lot going on. Jeannie cast a look over her shoulder to check if the creepy guy had followed them in. Relief passed over her when she realized he hadn't. "Thank you" she mouthed to Sam, making an exaggerated expression.

"So, um, what's the deal in here?" Jean asked to no one in particular. At a glance she didn't recognize anyone save for Sam, and there seemed to be a general listlessness among the others in the room, with little mingling going on. A loud entrance drew her attention to the dark-haired guy in a baseball jersey, then to the poker game starting to form.

"Ah, poker," she said flatly. Jean generally found the card game kind of dull and sedate. There wasn't a lot of flare to it, not like your usual drinking games. Not to mention, Jean didn't really care for playing for money. She was not particularly flush with cash OR confidence in her ability to win. Still, it was something to do. Maybe she could push it towards a drinking angle, she thought. Jean gave Samantha a look that asked, "You wanna join?"

Then the suggestion came to twist it into a strip game, and Jeannie's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh hell yes, we're in!" she proclaimed excitedly and fairly loudly. Jean settled into a seat and dragged Sam over next to her. "Hey!" You should all join!" she called out to the assorted lurkers in the room, raising the hand dealt to her from the table.
 
It took a bit of convincing to get some of the girls on board but soon all nine people in the room had a hand and had agreed to stripping for stakes. No one seemed to agree on any concrete rules so Leah looked them up.

"Ok." She read aloud from her phone. "It says here that the loser of the hand removes one piece of clothing chosen by the winner. Oh sorry, the winner removes one piece of their choice from the loser. I guess whoever wins the hand can remove it or just tell them what to remove. If the player is already naked they are instead given a sexy dare fitting a naked person. And play continues until only one person has clothes on and that person is declared the winner of the whole game. Ok that makes sense. I have this..."

Leah laid down her cards for all to see. As the group was large eliminating the "draw" portion of 5 card draw had already been agreed upon. It was just whatever cards you are dealt. As the others show their hands it was determined that:

Winner - Billie
Loser - Lucas
 
Veronica gave an obvious sigh of relief when she saw the results of the hand. She looked nervously at Matt, wondering if he was picturing her naked, only to blink her eyes as she was imagining him naked. Her face blushed and she looked away, Her eyes were naturally drawn to Lucas, a boy she had spent much of her first year at college imagining naked. He had been her first boy she had tutored and it took her several weeks to get over her own nervousness. He was well muscled back then and looked more so now. She had jilled off more times than she could count to the thought of those muscular arms wrapped around her. Fantasies of being taken by a strong male, flowed easily from her undersexed brain to her core and she was already squirming a little in her seat. The idea that she might see more than just his arms, was almost enough to make her forget that it could easily be her having something removed from her body for all to see.

Her eyes shifted away quickly as she feared she might not be able to resist touching herself at the idea of what was about to happen. Enviously her eyes settled upon Billie. The tattooed girl looked like everything Veronica wished she was, beautiful and confident. She licked her lips expectantly as she waited to see just what Billie would claim as her prize and how she would go about claiming it. She began to look around the table, avoiding direct eye contact though not always successfully. Her anxiety only barely overwhelmed by her excitement at the prospects of what might happen here.
 
The cards were laid on the table, and her eyes shifted from person to person, working out whether or not her hand had beaten them. When the results were mentally tallied, her eyes widened. Reality settled in quickly that she had won, and Lucas had lost. Lucas. Of all people, it had to be Lucas. She had seen him without his shirt more times than she could count. Heck, she had even seen him walking around in his boxers before. There were even those few times she had accidentally caught a glimpse of him coming out of the shower. She could feel the slight blush at the mere thought and quickly straightened her back, trying to brush the thoughts away.

"Well now, Lucas, it seems I'm on top. I've always told him that's where I'm good at, and I've even teased you saying you wouldn't be able to me there." She winked with a grin plastered on her face. "You're on the bottom. I won't lie and say I've never imagined what that would be like, but at least in this sense, I can say I now know. Now do I come over to you and peel off your clothes for you, or do you put on a show by slowly pulling the fabric from your sweat-kissed body," she asked, her posture giving slightly as she leaned forward, truly in anticipation for his reply. "I've never played this game, so you'll have to tell me exactly what to do. Come on then. I know you're not shy. I can tell by how you strut around this house, showing off so much skin. So for the others, I'll start with a tease. I want that shirt off your body so we can all admire your sculpted chest. The ladies can imagine you on your back as we pour shots on your bare flesh and lap them up hungrily." Her eyebrows raised. "So tell me, how do we go about this??"
 
Lucas was happy to watch the discussion play out over stakes. He'd actually just assumed strip poker was what was going on here in the first place. Frankly if someone else hadn't suggested it he might have jokingly threatened to kick everyone out of this room for not living up to his expectations of a party.

Eventually the game got started and the hands were dealt. Lucas glanced down at his pair of Aces and looked around at everyone else, confident that at the very least he wouldn't lose. Until everyone was staring at him. What? He didn't even have the second worst hand, how-

Lucas looked down at his cards again. Oh. He let out a long exaggerated sigh. Not two aces. An ace and a four. Yet something felt right that it should be Billie who won. They were the hosts after all. And of course it wasn't like they had much left to hide from each other after this time living together.

"All right, Billie take your prize," he said standing up and holding his arms out to the side.

She started off rubbing it in his face that she was on top. The two often flirted playfully, though Billie was usually a lot better at getting a rise out of him. "Damn, Billie. If you want me that bad why go through all this trouble of setting up the game?" he joked.

Still she kept talking, accusing him of strutting around. A side effect of all his time filming fitness content. He was peeling off his shirt and flexing for the camera so often he just didn't think twice about it. It wasn't even sexual. His audience consisted primarily of other gym rats hyping him up and dirty old men fishing for an onlyfans link. But now...
Well, something about the way Billie put it managed to almost make him shy. Suddenly taking off his shirt meant a little more. He looked around at the group, actually imagining the girls taking body shots off him, slurping liquid out from between his abs. Damn...

"All right. Shirt it is then," he responded. "But if you wanna see a full chest, it's gonna be a little more, work than that" he said with a wink. He pulled the undone top button of the black baseball jersey to one side and showed the gold chain and white tank top underneath. "But we can still get there, if you help me out," Lucas continued as he began to open up the jersey, button by button, revealing more of the ribbed cotton clinging to his torso. At last he undid the last button and pulled the jersey off leaving him in the thin fabric, arms exposed. "I'm happy to show off for y'all," Lucas said, flexing his arms in a pair of bodybolder poses. His chest pressed against the fabric, stretching the low cut. He walked over to Billie and spread his arms out, looking down at her. "But I think the rules were winner strips the loser, so if you're tryna slurp some shots off me you're gonna have to peel off the last bit yourself. Show our guests how it's done."
 
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Maybe picking his shirt was a bad move. Maybe she should have started with something simpler and mundane....like his shoes. Shoes, socks, anything else would have been easier, but why did it matter?? Why now was she suddenly shy about the whole thing?? She had walked into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of exactly what kept the ladies clamoring around him like a moth to a flame. He was gifted. He was Lucas, she reminded herself. The same Lucas she had seen a dozen times every single day.

Pushing back from the table, she rose to her feet. "Alright then. I'll help you get undressed but don't go getting any mommy fantasies now. I don't do diapers," she teased. Her hands, finding confidence she had lost so quickly when Lucas rose to his feet, reached for the fabric of his jersey, now clinging to the form she was so familiar with. Her hands gripped firmly and pulled him inwards slightly. "I've seen you already Lucas. All of you," she added her eyes flinting down for a moment, "but you know how you can drive down the same street every day, and then suddenly you see something, a house, a tree, something that you never noticed before. It's been there this whole time, but suddenly you're seeing it for the first time, with new eyes. Let's see if I can spot anything new this time." A smirk was on her face, the same playful smirk he was familiar with. Her hands slipped underneath the shirt, feeling the contours of his muscles. He truly was gifted. Lucas had worked for every inch of muscle he had, she was sure, just as sure as she was that he enjoyed feeling a woman's hands on his clothed body. Her hands settled on his chest, half hidden by his shirt. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, so full of promise of stamina. It was mesmerizing. Her eyes rested on her hands, anticipating each beat. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only minutes. Her eyes lifted to his as she pushed the shirt back, allowing it to cascade to the floor. Her fingertips came to rest on his arms, arms that she had manipulated into the position she now found him in. "There you go. Now who's a big boy getting all undressed?? Maybe later you can have a treat for being such a good boy. Then again," she started as she moved to retake her seat. "Maybe I'll win again and this time I'll go for something a little....lower." Her eyes lowered before quickly returning to meet his. "Ready for round two," she asked the table.
 
To her surprise, Leah found that she was disappointed that one of the guys had been chosen to strip. Was it because she was curious to try stuff with girls? Or did she secretly wish that she herself had been the one to lose? It didn't matter now as she had another hand to play.

Shaking her head clear, Leah laid down her hand. It was a decent 2 pairs so she was probably safe. Much to the delight of some of the players after all the teasing she had done when she won, Billie lost the hand. A rapid turn of events that got Leah excited. She wanted to see if there were more tattoos that the girl kept hidden.

Winner: Matt
Loser: Billie
 
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