“Fuck!”
Tara looked over from where she sat curled up on a beanbag in her pyjamas, scrolling through her phone. At the kitchen table her roommate Henry was sat with four of his friends, hosting his weekly poker session. He threw his cards on the table in frustration. She didn’t know why he played, he lost nearly every time. Probably for the best though, she thought, that man had a big enough ego without him thinking he was some kind of vegas beating genius. He was usually insufferable for a week after a big win. Until he lost it all the next time they played of course.
“I guess that’ll be you done for the night then Henry, unless you have anything else hidden away?” said Jack “Anything stashed under the mattress for a rainy day?”. Tara had only talked to Jack a few times, but she liked him a lot, he was obviously no stranger to a gym, and he was funny and hard working, self-made, unlike Henry.
“Are you going to take all of my possessions?” Henry said bitterly, taking a sip from his beer. Tara rolled her eyes. Henry really was a bum, but his parents were rich, and he let her stay in the apartment they owned for half rent because he had a crush on her and thought they had ‘potential’. To be honest, the ogleing and inappropriate comments didn’t really bother her, so why not take advantage of his delusion?
“Well we could always make it interesting,” Jack laughed “Why not turn this into a strip poker session?” A few of the other guys around the table laughed as well.
“Fuck off,” Henry snapped, “Its not like any of you want to see that anyway. It’s not like Tara’s playing.”
Tara smiled thinly at him “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Might get to see a pair of tits for the first time in your life. Although, given your poker abilities, it might be me seeing yours…”
The men laughed, all except Henry, who looked even more annoyed.
“Stop being such a pervert Henry. Tell you what, get me another beer and I’ll front you twenty,” Jack sat back in his chair, shaking his empty bottle at the other man.
Henry grunted as he stood up, leaning over and grabbing the bottle off him. “Fine. But you’ll be sorry when I win it all back.”
Jack smiled, amused “Sure, we’ll see about that.”
Henry returned to the table with the beer and Jack sighed triumphantly as he sipped it before throwing some chips across the table. “Worth every penny.”
“Whatever, just deal.” Henry grumbled as Tara settled back into her seat, looking back at her phone. She didn’t take anything she was seeing on her screen in as she scrolled, an idea forming in her head.
“Fuck! These cards,” Henry spat in anger “I’ve had shit luck all night.” he sat back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.
“Well,” Jack leaned over to collect the chips “that strip poker offer still stands.” the jest was clear in his voice.
Tara stood up, she’d made up her mind. In a rush of bravery she walked over to where they were playing. She put her hands on Henry’s shoulders, she knew he’d lap that up. “Well,” she said “I’d happily front for my good friend here,” she leaned in a little closer and whispered in his ear “assuming I wouldn’t have to pay rent this month of course.”
Henry gulped, “I suppose, erm,” he nodded to himself, rocking slightly in his chair, thinking how he’d explain that one to his parents, “yeah, yeah, I suppose that could work.”
“Well good,” Tara slipped down onto an empty chair next to him and looked directly at Jack, raising an eyebrow, “I suppose you’d better play.”
Jack paused for a moment, sipping his drink, a half smile on his face, “I suppose we’d better.”
The player whose turn it was to deal slid cards across the table and the round started.
Tara didn’t really follow what was going on but she watched Jack closely. “Raise twenty.” he said, throwing some chips into the centre.
“Call,” said Henry after a cursory glance at his hand of cards.
The players looked at each other slightly confused, unsure if one of them should say anything. Jack coughed to get Tara’s attention and she looked over. “It’s customary,” he said playfully, pausing for a moment, “to put your chips in the centre.”
Tara smiled, straightening up in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and pulling her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her boobs popped out, jiggling for just a moment before coming to rest. She threw her shirt as nonchalantly as she could into the centre of the table. Some of the men looked away in embarrassment, some ogled on, she could see Henry desperately trying to squint sideways to get a look. Jack’s eyes brushed over her chest before he looked her dead in the eye.
“I don’t know if it would be impolite to look, or impolite not to look…” he glanced back down for a few seconds, appreciating her “I guess the latter,” he said, a light-hearted pensivity in his voice.
Next to her she could see Henry desperately trying to peek, but he was simultaneously trying to play it cool. Cute, she thought, stretching her arms back and pushing her chest forward as she did so. Henry looked away, trying to keep up his tough guy act.
Jack blinked and pulled his gaze away, “Gentlemen, I believe we have a game to finish.”
The next man coughed, unsure what to do, and the round continued. Soon it had come back around, the pot was bigger now. Much bigger. Enough to win back Henry his losings and the rent he’d promised Tara. “I call again.” he said nervously, a bead of sweat running down his forehead.
“Well I suppose it’s my turn,” Tara stood up, turning around so her ass was facing the table. She looked back over her shoulder at Jack. Slowly she pulled the shorts she was wearing over her ass, fully exposing herself. She felt a rush of embarrassment mixed with excitement as she felt how wet she was. She threw her bottoms onto the table along with the rest of the chips and her top.
She sat back down, completely naked now apart from her cute little ankle socks.
After a second or two the men remembered that they were playing a game of cards. “Show ‘em gents.” said the dealer, pulling himself away from Tara’s chest.
Henry laughed and flipped his cards over, the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Clubs fell face up onto the table.
“Full house,” he said gleefully, forgetting for a moment that his gorgeous roommate was sitting naked right next to him.
As Henry leaned in to pick up the chips Jack laughed “not so fast.” He flipped over his hand, the Eight and Nine of Diamonds. “Straight flush,” Henry stopped dead in his tracks, the colour draining from his face.
“B…But… that’s not…” he stammered.
“Well, looks like I’ll have to just collect my winnings,” Jack leaned back and looked over at Tara, “Why don’t you come sit on this side Tara?”
“Hey, wait, this wasn’t part of the deal!” Henry protested, but Tara had already stood up, the player’s eyes locked on her ass as she walked around to the other side of the table, not breaking eye contact with Jack.
“Well,” he paused as she reached him, putting his hands on her hips “I’m certainly happy with my winnings tonight…”
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/SirsStories/comments/fuy7vx/strip_poker_part_2/?)
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