When I decided to take part in a strip poker Texas hold ’em tournament, I thought that the woman in the brochure was just a pretty face the organizer used to draw men into the tournament. When I saw her sitting at one of the tables I still thought it must have been a part of their advertisement strategy.
But she proved everyone wrong. Despite having such enormous knockers, she wasn’t an empty-headed blond bimbo. Quite the opposite in fact. She was cleaning table after table. She took the men’s money and pride. The rules of the tournament were simple. You could lose by losing all your pieces of clothing excluding your last one due to lost hands after the cards were revealed or by running out of chips.
She was so confident of her abilities that she hadn’t worn any additional pieces of clothing. She seemed to have an extraordinary ability to read people and she dodged many hazardous hand reveals. By the time I was sitting at the final table with her she had only taken off her earrings. We were all poker pros but she wiped the floor with us.
Inger had demonstrated how deceiving looks could be. She had no tells but could spot even the slightest ones from anyone else. Still, she was very talkative at the table and I seemed to get along well with her. Even made her laugh a couple of times. I was still playing for the win but the tournament had turned out to be way more entertaining than I had anticipated. The other players were a lot more serious.
I almost had the feeling that Inger controlled the events of the game however she wanted. It was like she planned that we would be the final two. By the time only me and her were left she still had her choker and dress on. Having taken off her heels and socks. She was leading strongly in chips so my only chance was to win a few hands in card reveal in a row with luck to make her lose those pieces of clothing.
Once I went all in, she called. She was leading up until the last card that saved me. I sighed out of relief. Inger stood up and walked to me. She extended her other hand “congratulations on your victory. Maybe I should have worn just a bit more clothes for this event. Sometimes poker is a game of luck and to show that I’m not a sore loser you can have this.” She took off her choker and handed it to me as she winked at me.
I was a bit confused at first until she said “this dress is the only piece of clothing I have left and according to the rules I can keep it on.” There were a lot of unhappy people in the room after her announcement. Many would have liked to see those magnificent breasts bare although her dress didn’t really leave room for imagination.
I looked at the choker in my hand and noticed that there was a number written behind it. I deducted it to be her hotel room number. When I was done with the winning ceremony I hurried to the room. When Inger opened the door, she pulled me inside and closed the door. “Although I lost today, I admit that it was fun spending time with you. Would you mind if we continued in a more intimate way?”, she asked as she put my hands on top of her breasts.
“Even though I might look like it what I’m offering is something you can’t buy with money. It’s something I only offer to those who beat me at my own game. I got a bit too confident and you put me in my place. That is a thing that turns me on the most. So, are you ready to show me how big of a boss you can be in this hotel room?”, she asked seductively.
Before I could answer she pulled my hands away “Just to make things interesting I have a proposition. Since we both like gambling I’m suggesting a high stakes game. I’m a woman of standards though and if you fail to perform adequately, you’ll never have me again. But if you meet my expectations, I’ll always be just one phone call away. Are those stakes high enough for you?”