Poker Nip Slip Novels & Stories

August 5:00 PM Clifton Heights, New York It’s Poker Tuesday. My daughter Meg is at the sitter’s and my friends and I are relaxing on my front porch, enjoying a few quiet drinks after we wind down from our respective afternoons. Father Ward stands beside me, Fitzy leans against the railing at the porch’s end and Gavin sits on the railing across from me. I’m sitting in my favorite Adirondack lounge chair.

I wanted to snap and tell them the truth, but I swallowed my words. One little rant couldn't possibly tell them the enormity of my pain and suffering. Every smile in that room felt fake, thin masks hiding rot beneath. The air grew suffocating. I needed to breathe. Just as I reached the stairs, Meredith followed me. She wore an elegant gown, lips curled in a venomous smile, eyes glittering with malice. "Just because everyone's stroking your ego doesn't mean you've won. Samuel wouldn't have married you if George hadn't threatened him with the inheritance. You're a replacement, and a defective one at that. You have no right to be his partner!"

"So, we keep going? Strip poker?" "Hell yeah," I said, grabbing the deck from my nightstand where I'd stashed it earlier. My fingers trembled a touch as I shuffled, but I hid it by focusing on the cards. "But we need a new rule. Something to make it... spicier. Loser stays naked for the whole next hand. And the winner gets to touch. Anywhere. But no... you know, going all the way yet." Ryan's eyebrows shot up, but his grin spread wide, slow.

"And you didn’t say anything?" "Nope," she answered as she moved and started gathering the cards. "I hated the praise, but we needed to do that. I also vowed never to cheat again." "Psh, I knew of many people trying to cheat in his class; I think it was pretty common." "Maybe, but I still hated it. Game is follow the queen." Jake rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a bad game, but it was one that ate up a lot of chips. After fourteen chips, and Rachel taking the pot, he realized he hated the game even more. Sure, poker was built upon luck, but in that case, you were betting every flip of the card and chances were, you were going through all seven cards and never having a good card or a pair.

Here he held his hand up high in the air to show that he did indeed possess such an object. “There are certain requests written on these cards. On the back of each of your invitation slips is a number. This is how you will be called, so please remember them.” “Yeah, but what about the—“ Paige piped in again. “Tut, tut! What about the liquor? Good question, baby! The basic rules of the game are as such. I will select a card at random from the box. One for the men and one for the women. See how the box is split into two sides? Two of you, a boy and girl... so don’t worry, will then be called to the center of the circle and asked to perform the request that is written on the card. If you cannot

"I'm more interested in playing Strip Poker at my place than playing this, baby!" "Only if the one who doesn't get naked first gets to choose where in the house we'll have sex later," he proposed in her ear with a deliciously hoarse voice, and she agreed. They had to rely on all the self-control they didn't even think they had left to avoid tearing each other's clothes off as soon as they got home, even before the game began. They picked up the cards and played the first round, in which a Full House beat a Flush, and Kath lost her shoes. In the second round, Harry lost his, and soon after, his socks were gone. In the fourth round, a Flush beat a Three of a Kind, and Kath removed her dress, m

Normal people would be sweating profusely with growing agitation at this point, especially after losing so much. When Charlie saw that his pile of chips on the poker table was getting smaller and smaller, he waited until he had only had five thousand dollars worth of chips left. Then, he pushed all of them and said lightly, “Come. The last one.” The dealer nodded, and glanced at Gopher once more. When he saw Gopher grabbing his right arm with his left hand, he knew that Charlie would lose the game again. So, he dealt a very small hand to Charlie. After opening the cards, the dealer won Charlie again by a slim margin.

Nobody objected. "I assume everyone is familiar with the rules." Cara settled into her seat, her eyes scanning the table as she shuffled her chips. Across her, three women smiled sweetly, their faces masked of innocence. "One chip is equally to five million," Laureen interjected. Daisy set two chips as the big blind while Isabel set one chip as small blind. The dealer dealt the cards, starting from Daisy. After dealing, everyone had two cards before them. Cara flipped hers a little to spy at the numbers.

He took a swig and then set it down next to him as I tossed the cork into the basket. “That was cute, sassy flower.” Conor replied rubbing his face. “Here, I’ll go first so you can have an example.” He looked over his cards. “Do you have a three?” I looked down at my hand and nodded. “Okay, give it to me and I will make a pair. When you ask the other person for a card and they don’t have what you’re asking for you, they should say ‘Piscis’ or point to the deck and then you pick up a card from the top of the pile.” I handed him my green three as he set it down with the blue one. “Now, it’s your turn. But before I forget, if you run out of cards, you pick up five more off the top of the pile a

"Are you going to pl‍ay, or are you just here t⁠o sta‍r⁠e at​ my dres‍s?" Sterlin‌g’s ego‌ flared. He couldn't back down in front of the ot⁠her men. No⁠t‍ to a gi‌r‍l. "Call,⁠" St⁠erling slammed his chip​s down. The dealer burned a card⁠. H​e fli‍pped the t⁠urn. A Two.‌ ⁠He​ flipped the ri⁠ver. A Seven. Two p​air.