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.

He remembered slipping the ring onto a stranger's finger and almost pressing a kiss to it. It was all so absurd. "And the surveillance footage? Did she jump out of the car? Did she…" The officer shook his head. "There are no cameras in that area." Samuel slammed his fist onto the desk. His eyes burned red. He turned on his assistant and roared, "Then, what about witnesses? Did anyone see anything?" The assistant nodded quickly. "We're asking around, but it's a remote stretch. Hardly anyone passes through." "Then post a reward!" Samuel barked. "Fifteen thousand—no, one hundred and fifty! I want every clue about Rachel!"

"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.

Elena's POV Damian typed slowly, which was unusual for him. He was a man who answered emails in under thirty seconds and signed contracts without rereading them. But he sat at the kitchen table staring at that message from an eight year old girl and took his time with every word. I read over his shoulder. He wrote: 'A poker chip is something people use in card games. Like a coin but made of plastic or metal. Where did you find yours?' Simple. Calm. No weight in it.

Lucas turned to the dealer, “can I get fifteen million Kenya shillings chips?” “Same as for me,” Maina added as soon as the dealer nodded in convention. The dealer moved to the counter and gave instructions to the attendant who handed two trays full of chips worth fifteen million each and a PDQ. He placed the chips directly in front of the players on the poker table and handed each of them the PDQ’s in turns for them to swipe their cards. Interestingly, with there shady business, they were both owners of black cards due to the many umbrella companies they owned.

He asks for the same amount of chips as the previous one. And so, finally comes the Bash turn, who's studying Eleonor's face with amusement. He holds out the card. “I want four million on chips…” Then he smirks at the first two winners, “Give me half in black ones… it's possible, right?” The guard looks at the Dealer, who shrugs. The bouncer passes ten red chips (Each 10K), ninety-five green chips (Each 20K) … and the requested twenty black chips (Each 100K).

I took the seat, smoothing the emerald velvet of my trousers, while Nikolai remained standing directly behind me. His massive hand rested lightly on my left shoulder, his thumb stroking the fabric over my collarbone in a quiet, public claim of ownership. "The buy-in is two million, Volkov," Capo Moretti said, his pale, milky eyes drifting over me with a calculated, dismissive contempt before rising to meet Nikolai’s. "High-card poker. No limits. No second chances. Are you sure you want to risk your capital when your perimeter defense seems so... fragile lately?"

“Three words, Three Card Poker! It’s simple and challenging,” he said while he dragged Emma to sit down. Four people were already sitting at the table, and there were now a total of six people with Harvard and Emma. “Do you want to join?” the dealer asked. “Yeah.” Harvard threw out a card. “You know the password. Change all the money into colored chips.” Soon, someone brought the changed colored chips. There were chips with 10, 50, and 100 written on them.

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

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.