Poker Nip Slip Novels & Stories

he said, watching my lips part. I chewed slowly, my tongue flicking out to catch sauce, and his eyes darkened. Riley laughed, wiping his hand on my thigh instead of a napkin, his palm lingering to squeeze the muscle there. After, they cleared the boxes and pulled out a deck of cards. “Poker,” Jordan announced, shuffling with strong hands. “Strip version. The loser sheds something.” My stomach dropped. “Wait, what? No way.” Riley leaned in, his breath on my neck. “Come on, little bro. It's just us. Builds character.” His fingers traced my collarbone lightly, sending sparks down my chest.

"Can you explain the rules of your game to me?" "We have a slave serving under the table. The winner of each hand gets two minutes of oral service for winning the hand. If we have enough slaves, they switch after a half hour so no one's stuck on their knees too long. Usually take a break midpoint to drain the lizard. Around 11:00, we stop play and if a slave is being auctioned, we hold the auction, we usually sell each of the slave's holes individually. The winning bid usually has the use of that slave's services for fifteen minutes, or one orgasm, whichever comes last. A couple times the slave has been sold for the night to be returned at ten the next morning. Whoever is at the house where

"Sheldon, are you cheating? How are you winning every hand?" The seductive woman sitting across from Sheldon glared at him. She slammed the table and stood up, clearly agitated. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Sheldon picked up a card with one hand and replied indifferently, "If you can't handle it, don't play. Losing and just sitting here sulking won't prove anything, Ms. Card Whisperer!" Seraphine, also known as the Card Whisperer, immediately became furious. "You know my nickname in the gambling world, but you've got the guts to openly provoke me! If you're so confident, let's settle this one-on-one!"

Flick shouted towards Donatello, the familiar look startling the surrounding onlookers. "Since it's a misunderstanding send the chips, don't make our Mrs Elena wait impatiently." Donatello coldly looked businesslike. Flick's minions rushed to deliver twelve million in chips to the poker table. Martino was upstairs fixated on watching Elena dialling her phone, Elena saw it was Martino's phone and hurriedly picked it up, "Still playing?"

He flipped the three community cards face up on the table and looked at them. Kiran finally withdrew his gaze and glimpsed at his hole cards. Then, he casually grabbed a fistful of chips from his pile and cast it forward. Lewis didn't even look at his cards as he copied Kiran's actions. "Call." Kiran smiled. "You look confident."

Her presence is suffocating. Nick tosses a pack of cards onto the table. The sharp thwack against wood draws my attention immediately. “Strip poker?” Liam suggests, grinning like he’s just offered a treasure chest. “In your dreams,” Tristan mutters, smooth as silk, sliding a glass of vodka with orange juice into my hand. “Let’s play Mau-Mau,” Nick interrupts. “Yes!” Liam shouts, clapping his hands like a child at a carnival. “I love Crazy Eights. What shall we play for?”

"You two should definitely join us." “What are we playing?” Vanessa asked Jake grinned wickedly. "Strip poker with a twist. Lose a hand, lose an item of clothing. But..." he held up a shot glass, "if someone wants to keep their clothes, they can offer their body as a shot glass instead." "Different body parts are worth different items of clothing," a guy added. "Like, neck is worth a sock, belly button is worth a shirt..." "And other spots are worth... more." Jake winked at Vanessa who blew him a kiss.

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. Adrea flexed her fingers. She wa

Amelia looked at Veronica. “It’s honestly so gross.” Veronica sighed. “However, I am forcing myself to accept it, but really. Whiskey is much better tasting.” “Whatever. Let’s do some gamboling.” Lilith held up a bag of poker chips that she found at the bar. “I’m down.” Amelia scooted to the edge of her eat. Veronica moved to the floor, beside Lilith. “Strip poker is always a good game,” Grim smirked from beside Luca. That earned him a smack upside the head from Reese.

“Honey, why don’t you pour the wine while I go grab the cards.” Jill had an apprehensive expression as she poured everyone a glass of wine. She was feeling a little light headed herself from the alcohol, even though she’d been careful to limit her consumption and had drunk far less than the other three. Once Larry had returned with the cards and they’d all taken their seats Max explained the rules of his special card game. “It’s called Risqué,” he began. “We each take a turn at drawing a card. If you get an ace you’re off the hook and skip your turn. If you draw a 2,3 or 4 then you have to take a drink. If you draw a 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 then you lose an item of clothing, kind of like strip p