Strip Poker Pov 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.

Sadie Simmons pov We were all drunk and were in the middle of a hand of strip poker. The rules were simple: if you lost a round, you could either take a shot or remove an article of clothing. Down three bottles, the fourth bottle was half empty. The cards I held in my hand looked a little fuzzy, but I discarded two, hoping for another king. It was Jaxon’s turn, and he was in boxers and his t-shirt, unlike Aiden, who was only in his briefs.

"The show's over." " That's the thank you I get." He clicked his tongue. " Not cool." " Why? I asked, my gaze matching his. " Want another strip show? " That's..." His lips twitched slightly. " ... not tempting." " Are you bipolar? I had to ask. Why was he flirting with me? " Zachary! His father's voice rang across the room and Zachary stiffened, the playful glint in his eyes gone. " Can I talk to you for a minute?

Third Person's POV "Is that all?" Adelaide sneered. "I asked for the truth. If you hide anything, you'll taste this poker." The red-hot poker was thrust right before Manager Johnson, who screamed and fell to the floor, "I'll talk! I'll talk!" Adelaide coldly warned, "Tell the truth. One lie, and you'll swallow this poker."

a stripper, but ever since she came under my wing, she had completely reinvented herself, leaving her past behind. Now, with Luisa bringing it up again, it was clear that the comment was more hurtful than harmful. Dominic Blackwood shot a cold glance at Kody Parker. "Control your dog. If she hurts my people, you won't be able to handle the consequences." Kody Parker immediately snapped at Luisa ken, "You little brat, everyone here has a reputation. No one is going to indulge your twisted sense of humor. If you don't want to play, just get out!" Luisa feigned innocence, "You wouldn't be petty enough to take offense at a joke like this." I smiled lightly, "I actually think Luisa's suggestion

I asked, curling my legs under me on the sofa. “Nope.” He stood and walked to a low drawer by the stone fireplace, the one that held old photo albums and board games. He rummaged for a moment before pulling out a small, unassuming box. He turned, holding it up. The words ‘Strip Poker’ were printed in bold, classic font across the top. My heart did a funny little flip. A rush of heat, equal parts shyness and pure excitement, flooded my cheeks. “You’re joking.” “Dead serious, Luna.” He came back to the sofa, setting the box on the coffee table with a decisive thump. “The most classic version. And we must play.”

As Justine drove away from the traffic jam, I shifted in my position and took a deck of cards from the dashboard between Justine and Ricky. Diana turned to face me, excited. "Thank Goodness!" she said enthusiastically. "Ricky was a jerk who won't play with me anymore." I burst out laughing. "What's the problem, Peter? Are you afraid of losing to a girl?" He laughed hysterically. "No, but I'm worried she'll guffaw at me after we're done," he murmured, started waving his brows, and peered over his shoulder. "Diana just enjoys playing strip poker."

As we started flipping over cards I realized Josh was now playing to avoid dares. We hadn't clarified any rules about that, and considering we were already playing strip poker I was more than a little concerned the girls would leverage us into doing something I was not interested in. Josh didn't lose though, his pair of nines keeping him from his first dare of the night. Instead, Beth swore as she turned over a blank hand, Malena grumbling beside me as she did the same.

I squinted at him, "I knew there had to be a catch." His grin deepened, adding a wicked edge to his proposal, "Let's make this a little more interesting, sweetheart. Since you probably don't have any money on you. Strip poker. Lose a round, lose a piece of clothing. You win, and I'll do the same. When we're completely stripped off of everything, we'll reveal more than just our bodies, we bare a part of our soul to each other."

"Don't call her that. She's not a stripper." Both of them immediately slapped their hands over their mouths in exaggerated shock, their eyes wide with mock surprise. "Oh damn!" they said in perfect unison, their voices dripping with sarcasm. "Dude!" Leo jumped in, barely containing his laughter. He was enjoying this way too much. "You were literally playing like a complete beginner out there today. Like you'd never touched a hockey stick before in your life. I'm guessing you were thinking about her non-stop, right? It was written all over your face; you couldn't even hide it if you tried. Your poker face needs serious work, man."