Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

“I need a drink.” Carlo moves to the bar and pours a round of bourbon while Damiano matches Dario’s bet. The two men stare at each other for a while before Dario adds another two chips to the pile. “Fuck you,” Damiano mutters as he bows out. Dario starts to laugh as he gathers the chips, which has Damiano demanding, “Show us your hand.” Dario turns the cards over, and it’s the shittest hand I’ve ever seen. I pin my friend with a dangerous look. “Do you want to die tonight?” Dario just shrugs. “It’s all about the poker face, brother.”

“You know I meant with people. You’ve got some kind of magic powers, and people fall over their feet to do your bidding. Especially women.” Gabe shook his head and looked back at his winning hand. “Don’t care about other women. Just Celina.” Tyler rearranged the cards in his hand and whispered again, “You got it so bad.” Gabe added, “Actually, I don’t always get what I want. I can’t win a poker game to save my life.” Tyler slapped a consoling hand on Gabe’s shoulder. “That’s why we don’t play for money.” Ian huffed and shook his head. “It’s because your tells are ridiculously obvious.”

He simply watched keenly, I made some provocative movements to enrage him but he stood calmly. After I was done dancing, I went backstage expecting him. I was ready to discourage him from taking me as his mate. Although I spent the whole day thinking of him, I couldn't allow myself to be immersed with this Alpha. Especially with the thought that strippers can't be loved. As soon as I noticed the other strippers leaving the makeup room, I knew he had come. “Can you see? I won't stop dancing even if I become your mate,” I said as I turned to face him.

Her head was turned slightly to one side, and she had this look that said: 'What's going on here? "Yeah, yeah," Sofia replied, taking the chance to get around the island to where Jessi stood. "James, and I were just cleaning up. How's the party going out there?" "Tanya, and Ted could run a casino out of business with their poker game. Hiya, James," she waved. He smiled, and waved slightly, "I thought poker's an individual game?" He tilted his head slightly. "It is, but we're playing tag team poker." "Oh," he nodded, getting off the counter. "Mind if I join?"

She left, leaving Jeremy in awe. With what Felicity has said, she earned more respect from the ruthless CEO. He couldn’t believe that even though Felicity had an unsatisfactory life, she would not use someone to earn money. Her job may be dirty because she was a stripper who was strip-dancing in the club, but it doesn't mean that he would leech to those rich clients just to make her life easier. What's more, she wouldn’t ask for an extra service, which was supposed to be included in her job. It already contented Felicity that she receives her salary twice a month without asking for more tips. And because of this, Jeremy was determined to help her.