Poker Nip Slip Novels & Stories

Missy smiled in wonder. - Not much, I confess. But Devon used to play it when he was a teenager, so it's familiar to me. Logan explained, looking happy that Missy had that reaction. With one swift movement, he picked up the cards and began shuffling them, while he watched Missy remove the cards from the box – And, getting back to the subject, I would like to ask: have you ever heard of strip poker? he asked, with an expression that couldn't be described in any other way than naughty. - Y-you mean… – she swallowed hard, caught by surprise – What does it have to do with taking off your clothes?

I snapy fingers, and she sucks in a sharp breath, pushing off the marble counter. “Okay…okay…” her left hand dips into her back pocket, card glinting in the sunlight as she holds it out to me, hand quivering. The card lies cold in my palm, and I stare down at it, chest tightening as I exhaled sharply. “There. I don't understand why you—hey! What are you doing?” Nina’s voice is a panicked whisper as I clamp my fingers on both sides of the card—and twist. “Cross!” Her voice cracks in protest, but I don't listen. I don't stop, bending the stupid thing inwards and outwards repeatedly until it starts to slack.

When her startled eyes met his he asked, “What did I just lose?” Pinned at an awkward angle over the table, Jasmine had nowhere to hide her hot face. “Ah…” Heat licked at her from his touch, making her tongue thick, and for a moment she felt a pang of regret. Losing might have been the smartest thing she’d ever done. She cleared her throat. “Strip poker is played in private. The ante is...the player’s clothes.” Keilor sucked in a breath and his fingers tightened. He slowly let her go and leaned back, contemplating the ceiling with a resigned expression.

A young man who was seated next to Moreau looked from him to Adrea before he said cheerfully, “I love the pre-game hostility. Makes the victory so much more personal.” Adrea and Moreau both gave him a look and he seemed to shrink into himself. A dealer approached and did a brief mic check before welcoming the players to the Golden Aces Poker Games. “You’ll be playing an undefined number of rounds across six hours. When you are out of chips, you are out, and the players with the top twelve value in chips move on to tomorrow’s rounds. Remember—your table talk is being streamed, so keep it classy.” Aris hovered beyond the camera line, arms crossed, watching her.

"The main reason I called is to find out about the poker game. Obviously, I know slaves have sex at it, but not the details. What can you tell me about it?" "Are you familiar with poker?" "Very basically. I've never played." "A player wins each hand with money in the pot. Every hand where a slave is performing, the slave must orally caress the genitals of the winning player." "You mean suck cock?" "Two women also play poker. Regina and Lisa. They can win too." "Okay, so two minutes of oral gratification. What else?"

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

His presence was an anchor in the madness; a single shift of his posture drew them all taut. He gestured, and a servant stepped forward with a velvet pouch heavy with gilded cards. The rules were simple: draw, and you either dare… or serve. Nerida was the first to stand, her ocean-blue mask glinting, her voice airy as she tried to laugh away her nerves. She reached into the pouch, pulling free a card. “Command your man to taste you under the table until you cannot laugh anymore.”

We all turned to Foster. He winced. "Can Nico go first?" Nico sighed. "Two pair." I chuckled. "Action's to you, Foster. But you might as well just give me your money." Foster wiped at his brow. Scratched a finger at the corner of his mouth. He sighed. "Fuck." He threw his cards down. I laughed, leaned forward to scoop up the chips. Mas reached out, fast as a snake. The edge of his blade suddenly between my outstretched fingers. "Not your pot, Penn."

Fierce as usual. “Blinds are up,” the dealer announced. Knight pushed a massive stack of chips forward—the big blind. Niro matched it without hesitation, not easily outdone. The dealer flipped the flop: Queen of Hearts, Seven of Clubs, and Ten of Diamonds. Niro's confidence increased, sliding a hefty pile of chips into the pot. “Trying to bluff your way into Eleanor’s heart?" Knight teased, voice low but cutting. Niro’s grin was sharp. “Unlike you, I don’t rely on luck or cheap tricks, also I'm not gonna treat her like how you played her.” Knight clenched his fist, causing Niro to smirk slightly again.

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.