Strip Poker Pov Novels & Stories

"How about we play for something more interesting?" "I don't play strip poker." "I mean a privilege." His words caught her attention. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. He watched her actions with pure pleasure. "Benefits of what?" she asked. "The first person to win with three stacks (3 of the same card and a pair) gets a random favor from the other player. It can be used at any time, just like a voucher. so." Her face lit up with benefit. "You can use that privilege with anything? No rules?"

If Levi was a girl, he’d be letting out high-pitched squeals right now. But, wait, wait, wait! Rollback! Monopoly?? What?? What the hell happened to Noah’s glorious plans of playing strip poker??? Of course, it was vetoed by Levi. What strip poker?! Not allowed! His baby could only strip in front of him, Levi! “Fine… I won’t play,” Noah had pouted, “I’ll… I’ll be the card dealer!” Levi, (≖ ‸ ≖)ノ “No.” Rejected, rejected, rejected! The only person his baby was allowed to see stripping was him, Levi!

He looks puzzled, “I’m not entirely terrible at it.” I grin, “How well do you do with strip poker then?” His eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at my clothes. It was barely there. “I haven't played in years.” “Well, today’s your lucky day.” “How well can you play poker?” He asks hesitantly. He must be thinking of the one with the worst hand ending up completely naked in front of strangers. I grin, “I’m utterly terrible at poker.”

As the cards are shuffled, Tomasso encouraged me to join in. "Ben, my friend, let loose a little," Tomasso insisted, nudging him playfully. "A few hands of poker might just take your mind off things." Despite my reservations, I find myself enticed by the prospect of losing myself in the game. With a reluctant nod, I take a seat at the table, surrounded by the familiar faces business men and friends who have been part of my life for years. The poker chips clink and the night grow deeper and I find temporary peace from my worries. The intensity of the game allowing me to focus on something other than the mysteries surrounding Mia and her family troubles. The laughter, banter, and camaraderie w

Fuck, there is no way I will let him get away with this! As I slowly turned around, I readied myself for the consequences of my actions. I don’t care who this man is or wat position he has in this company. He disrespects me, so I should only return the favor. However, as I turned around, I found myself face to face with a grinning, handsome stranger. His green eyes were bore into mine as if I’m the last meal in this world. His hair was dark and tousled, as if he just brushed it off with his fingers. He was tall and lean, like he always hits the gym. He was only wearing a white long sleeve polo and black jeans. His perfect set of white pearl teeth were on display as he grinned at me and his t

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.

The path there was pure chaos. Two women were making out aggressively on the floor right in the middle of the walkway. Their tongues tangled messily as they groped each other’s breasts. One had her hand up the other’s skirt, fingering her openly while people stepped around them like it was normal. A few steps ahead, a busty stripper was on her knees giving a man a sloppy blowjob. She had his thick cock deep in her throat, gagging loudly as saliva dripped down her chin. The man gripped her hair and fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust.

Dhalia POV The whole strip poker idea was supposed to be my golden ticket to tantalise and tease, but it seems to have fizzled out spectacularly. I’m beginning to wonder if they’re unfazed by me sitting here utterly naked because maybe, just maybe, they’re not all that interested in women. It’s an amusing thought but unlikely—they have impressively stoic poker faces. And here I am, entirely nude because I kept losing hand after dismal hand. If I had known about their poker ability, I would have steered clear of suggesting this game.

“Poker is not for weak people.” “Says the guy who is one Nordstrom membership away from being a woman.” Daniel moved his cigarette from one side of his lips to the other. His black shirt was so tight it almost ripped over his arms. “Damn right, I have a Nordstrom membership.” Henry laughed. “I don’t have time to shop, and the ladies at the store know my size.” “I see your thirty five K and raise eight thousand.” Devon threw his chips in the middle of the table, tapping his fingers on his cards.

I'd been playing poker since I was twelve years old, learning from my father and his associates in smoke-filled rooms where a bad hand could cost you more than money. "Raise, two hundred thousand," I said, pushing chips forward. "Your husband is very confident," said a voice to my left. I turned to see Dimitri Kozlov, a Russian who ran prostitution rings across Europe. His eyes were fixed on Liliana with the same look a predator gives prey. "Tell me, Mrs. Volkov, do you play cards as well?" "I don't gamble," Liliana replied coolly. "I prefer sure things." Several men chuckled appreciatively. My wife was learning to hold her own in this world.