Poker Nip Slip Novels & Stories

Anastasia’s POV “How much are we staking?” A smirk. “Do you even have a million to offer, princess?” I smiled sweetly. “Of course, darling. I do.” I winked. Pulled out a slim black card and held it up. “Buy me in.” A stack of high-value chips dropped in front of me. Platinum. Black. Even one gold chip that made the table go quiet. Let’s play. Round one, All In. They dealt.

I won’t give him the satisfaction. “Fun,” I mutter through clenched teeth. He smirks and reaches into his jacket pocket. A deck of cards appears between his fingers, and he tosses it onto the table. My brows pull tight. “Cards? Seriously?” He begins to shuffle. The sound is smooth, practiced. “I figured we could play a game.” My stomach drops. “What kind of game?” Hale’s grin sharpens. “Strip poker.” I scoff and push my chair back. “Absolutely not.”

I step out of my jeans and I'm standing there in my bra and underwear and the room is so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. "Sit down," Amanda says, voice rougher than before. I sit down. "New rule," she says, not looking away from me. "Next hand, winner takes everything." "Everything?" I ask. "Everything." Renee deals the cards and my hands are actually shaking now when I pick them up. I have three of a kind. Amanda looks at her cards and her expression doesn't change at all. "All in," she says. "What does that even mean in strip poker?" Traylie asks.

She did not have that much time to waste on minions like him. 'So what if she has double the number of tokens? She is just a yokel who has never seen the world. No way she is going to beat me, no matter what game it is.' Nathan stopped talking. He looked at Nicole with contempt, not believing that she would win. But after the dealer learned of Nicole's Super VIP membership, he sweated profusely, frantically winking at Nathan, signaling him not to agree to a duel with such a VIP, as he would lose eight out of ten.

"Nothing is free, especially from someone like you." The Viper's smile was both a promise and a threat. "Same as before. Beat me in a game, and I will tell you what I want." The cards sat on the green table between them, a silent challenge. Calla knew the real game had started, and she never ran from a fight. The Viper began to explain the game. "Poker is about lying with a straight face," she said. "You have to pretend you have good cards when you have bad ones. You have to look weak when you are strong."

"Monique, has a box of poker chips and will pass out an equal number of chips to everyone wishing to participate as a buyer at the slave auction tonight. Five chips each, it doesn't make any difference what color they are, they are all worth Twenty dollars. The sale will be held in one hour. During that hour, I invite any of you to come up here and inspect the merchandise for sale. You may test the firmness of their breasts, the juiciness of their cunts, then buy, borrow, barter or gamble for the other players chips to better your purchasing power. However you wish to make arrangements to purchase these slaves for yourself is within the rules. If two or three of you choose to pool your money

"I raise you." Shivel chuckles and takes a drag off his cigar before tossing in some more chips. "Call. What you got, mother fucker?" Christian lays his cards on the table, revealing two kings and three queens. I look at Shivel, who is trying to come across unaffected. But years of people-watching has made it easy to see his tells. His fingers twitch just slightly and his eyebrows raise just a miniscule amount. He's won and he's just drawing it out as long as he can. Asshole.

The rules of the game were simple: Standard strip poker rules Five players: Me, Dante, Marcus, Helena, and James (Alex was already committed as their submissive and wouldn't play) First person naked was the loser Winner got to use the loser for one hour however they wanted, within established limits Safewords would be respected absolutely Everything was consensual and could stop at any time "One addition," Helena said. "If the loser is a dom, they submit to the winner. If the loser is a sub, they serve the winner. Either way, power exchange happens." "Agreed," Dante said, looking at me. "Tyler?" "Agreed," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite my racing heart. "Then let's play," Marcus

“Zara isn’t a fucking poker chip.” I shrugged. “Then don’t lose.” She didn’t react. Just kept watching me like she was already imagining my hands on her throat. “And if I win?” he asked. “You get my studio. The paperwork ready in the drawer,” I said. Nikolai hesitated, then nodded. “Deal.” It was final hand. Vincent played it with an ice-cold poker face carved from steel. Nikolai's hand trembled as he laid down his cards. “Flush,” he said.

“So you are out with some slut, are you not? And I am here at home?” Philip was suddenly angered. “Oh, you don’t need me to tell you that you are too busy wasting all my hard-earned cash!” He slammed down the phone, his hands trembling. Looking at him suspiciously, Jacobs scowled at him when he joined him back at the table. ”Hey, man, are you alright? You look as if you have seen a ghost.” Philip laughed bitterly. "Maybe I have." The final hand was dealt. Philip glanced at the cards in his hand – two face cards, kings. It was time for action, there was no other better time. He announced all his last chips in and made the bet.