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STRIP CHESS
By Delta
Part 1
It was a hot early summer day and Jen walked down the street
feeling the joy of life within her. The joy came from the posting
of her third-year grades - she had done better than she expected -
and from the letter accepting her job application. She was headed
north for the summer. Well paying jobs were scarce and she thanked
who or whatever watched over her for the boon. Also, it was simply
a splendid day to be alive. Even the far-off thunderclouds were
welcome. She loved thunderstorms - they filled her with energy and
made her feel so alive!
Thus it was that her step was a little jauntier than usual.
The wind was picking up a bit and blew her long light brown hair
over her shoulder and into her face. She swept her hair back and
pushed it over the opposite shoulder, glancing into the store
window as she did so. She was caught by her reflection. She was
looking good. It was one of those days when everything seemed to
click. Her blue-gray eyes just sparkled and she smiled at them
showing her even white teeth, before stepping out again.
A businessman, waiting on the corner for the lights, glanced
towards her, then away. Jen smiled broadly at him as his head came
back in a classic double-take. He blushed, realizing he had been
caught, yet continued to enjoy the view. Jen knew she had a nice
body: She was slim enough without being skinny, had a pair of fine
breasts, not too large or small, and smoothly curving hips. She
deliberately added to the natural sway of her hips.
"Light's changed," Jen grinned and winked as she walked past him
and turned the corner. A little recognition is nice, sometimes, she
thought as a warm feeling came over her.
"Jen!" A familiar voice called to her from across the street.
"Nika!" She called back and waved her friend over. Nika had
transferred from an eastern university and the pair had become fast
friends. A smile transformed the willowy brunette's pretty face into
a thing of beauty as she threaded through the traffic and stepped
up on the sidewalk. "What's up?"
"I'm meeting Tim for lunch. Wanna join us?" Tim was a mutual
friend and Jen suspected Nika wouldn't mind becoming a little more
than simply friends - or a lot more.
"Sure. I was just thinking about a restaurant myself."
"Feeling good, are we?" Nika smiled, her eyes lit with silent
laughter.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Why?"
"I saw the way you turned that poor man's head. There should be
a law against you, you know. He might have gotten a case of whiplash,"
she laughed. "What's the good news?"
"I did better than I expected. Old man Harriman gave me a 3.5."
"That's great, Jen. I'm so happy for you. This calls for a real
celebration." Nika hugged her slightly taller friend tightly.
That was Nika, all right, thought Jen as she felt her breasts
crushed against Nika's. Nothing half-hearted about her. If Nika
hugged you, you were well and truly hugged. They disengaged and
Jen paused to catch her breath. Nika was a very sensual woman and
on occasion Jen had wondered what it would be like to be with her
on a more intimate basis - not that she was ever likely to find out,
it was simply idle speculation on her part.
The restaurant was the Mediterranean Garden, a Greek Restaurant
popular among the University students. It was light and airy inside
with many small green plants furthering the illusion of the outdoors.
Soft Greek dance music quietly enhanced the ambience.
Jen and Nika spotted Tim sitting in a secluded corner and sashayed
over, Nika swaying in time to the music and improvising a few dance
steps on the way. Jen, following only slightly more sedately, caught
Tim's broad grin as he recognized them.
Tim was a fit young man with unruly black hair and deep brown
eyes that sparkled with suppressed mirth. He had a fine sense of
humour - when he let it out from under his intrinsically shy bearing.
She remembered telling Nika that someone should drag him kicking and
screaming out of himself so everyone could benefit from his fine
nature. Nika had looked at her long and consideringly. It was then
that Jen began to suspect that Nika was more interested in Tim than
she let on.
"Tim, my man, look what I found on the street. A poor homeless
waif, wandering, aimless and lost. I thought she could do with a
meal, so I took her in tow. I hope you don't mind."
"Ah, Nika, when two such visions of beauty desire my company,
who am I to object?" He stood and seated them both.
Jen and Nika exchanged a glance. This wasn't exactly in
character for Tim.
"Who indeed," murmured Nika.
"Thank-you, Tim. That was a wonderful compliment." Jen smiled
at him in return.
"Visions of beauty?" inquired Nika, raising her eyebrows, then
she seemed to mentally kick herself as Tim appeared to retreat from
his earlier openness.
"Sorry. But you both *do* look really good." He was about to
continue but Nika interrupted him.
"Don't be sorry, Tim," she said softly, "it felt really good
to hear you say that. Thank-you." She reached out and touched
his hand. Tim's smile reappeared. "And you look pretty swell
yourself, my man."
"Swell? Swell? I think you're caught in a time warp, miss.
I think the word you're looking for is 'cool'."
Jen and Nika both laughed. "Cool. Right. That *is* the word.
Doesn't he look cool, Jen?"
"That's one cool dude, Nika, no doubt about it." They all
laughed together.
Jen ordered the Lemon Rice soup and Chicken Souvlaki. Tim and
Nika also decided on the soup, with Tim ordering a Salmon steak and
Nika opting for Spanikopita as a main dish. They split a large Greek
Salad and a bottle of potent white wine.
"What are we celebrating?" Tim asked, between sips of the wine.
"Jen got a 3.5 from old man Harriman."
"That's worth celebrating, all right. Come on, let's make
a night of it. Go dancing or something."
On their way down the street one of the thunderclouds let loose.
A huge raindrop splatted on Jen's nose, startling her, and a
multitude of its friends followed close behind. The three dashed
for the cover of a convenient awning.
"We're trapped." Jen looked about as the rain lashed down.
They would be soaked before they made the doorway of the nearest open
store. She laughed at their predicament. She was feeling the wine.
"Only one thing to do," Nika said matter-of-factly, keeping a
straight face. "We send out the man. He can call a taxi."
"Send out the man? Send out the man?" Tim was indignant.
"What happened to women's lib?"
"Doesn't count in a situation like this," replied Jen smugly.
"It's two to one - you go. Political Science 111 - democracy."
"Double standard, double standard," Tim complained morosely.
"This is what we get for giving them the vote," he mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I said, 'huddling together for warmth gets my vote'."
"What?!"
"Nothing, nothing." Tim waited for a sudden increase in the
rain to let up before making his dash. The necessity was obviated
by the sudden appearance of a car which halted in front of them.
The passenger side window lowered and a friendly voice boomed out,
"Bill's Taxi Service, kiddies, at your disposal. Jump in, quick."
They did as instructed, Tim and Nika ducking into the back while
Jen slipped into the front, quickly closing the door behind her.
"Bill, you're an angel. Jen, thank the man properly."
Jen leaned over and gave the surprised young man a peck on the
cheek. "Consider yourself properly thanked, Bill."
Bill slanted a look at her. "Hell, if I'd known that offering
you a ride was all it took to get a kiss out of you I'd have done so
at the start of the semester." Jen blushed. There had been an
undertone of seriousness in Bill's voice.
Nika's voice, quivering with suppressed laughter came from the
back seat. "Sorry, Bill. Takes more than that. Takes a rescue from
a thunderstorm, a half bottle of wine and a 3.5 from Harriman. You
lucked out today."
"Whew, that much? Ah, well, I takes it where I can gets it.
Now, where to, kiddies?"
There was a short silence as they thought.
"Why not come back to my place with me. Wayne and Sylvie are
there. I was to pick up Cat and we were going to laze around, play
some cards listen to some music, talk over old times before we all
split up for the summer. Cat has a splitting headache - can't come.
How 'bout it?"
Jen turned around to look at Tim and Nika. Both gave tentative
nods. "Sure. To your place then. Hey, wait a minute. They were
going to play *cards* with you, Mister Statistical Genius with the
photographic memory?"
Bill laughed out loud. "I'm not that bad. Come on, give me a
break." He shook his head mournfully. "Okay, seat-belts everyone."
Jen buckled up, wondering once more why women couldn't design
cars. No woman, at least not one with breasts of any size, would
design a shoulder strap like this. She shook her head, then became
aware of the conversation going on. Nika was ribbing Bill about the
rumours of his card-playing antics.
"Not a word of truth to any of it," Bill declared.
"Come on, Bill, 'fess up," Tim chuckled. "The way I hear it
you ended up being the only one with clothes on. I'll bet there were
some red faces there."
Only one with clothes on? Jen had never heard *this* before.
Strip Poker? It must be. She wished she had been paying more
attention. Strip Poker. The thought of it excited her. Pity she'd
only a passing acquaintance with poker. It'd sure be fun to make
Bill take off his clothes. He certainly had a good body - what she'd
seen, that is. Bill was a tennis fanatic, and the sight of his
fit body in tennis whites had caused her to speculate on things a
little less seemly than tennis - on occasion. She gave herself the
benefit of the doubt.
At the apartment which Bill shared with Wayne they were greeted
enthusiastically by Sylvie and Wayne. "Bill said he was going to
pick up Cat. He never said anything about you three. It's great
to see you again." Wayne was a brash sophomore pursuing a degree in
physical education. His long blonde hair was tied loosely behind his
head. He and Sylvie both laughed as Tim explained the predicament Bill
had found them in and described the folly of giving women the vote.
There not being enough seats in the living room, the young people
spread out on the floor and on cushions purloined from the sofa. Bill
appeared with two bottles of wine and glasses. Sylvie, laying with
her head on Wayne's stomach, let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Nothing
like a lazy day among friends, with a glass of wine and good music."
Jen considered the music. It was soft, almost intimate, setting
the stage for - what?
After a long silence where each was lost in her or his own thoughts
someone mentioned that they should do something to liven up the party.
Afterwards, Jen could not remember who, brought up the idea of cards.
"How about poker?" asked Sylvie from her human head-rest.
"Oh, no," replied Wayne. "Last time I ended up naked. Jen's
head came up at that and her stomach fluttered.
"Well, you've nothing to be ashamed of, so what's the big deal,"
teased Sylvie, lowering one eyelid in a wink at the others.
"We don't have to play for clothes, you know," Bill chimed in.
"What do you care?" Wayne rejoined. "You always win, no matter
what."
"I'll play with one eye closed if you like." There was general
laughter. "There's too many for Bridge. How about Hearts?" A short
discussion on the pluses and minuses of Hearts with 6 players followed.
Jen was surprised when Nika returned the discussion to Strip Poker.
"How do you go about it?" she asked. "Some have more clothes than
others, and if someone lost three hands running they'd be about naked,
especially if someone raised.
"Oh, we don't play like that," Wayne replied. "Everyone gets
three pieces of clothing. Top, underwear and pants or skirt. We start
with $10 each and if someone goes broke the bank will buy a piece of
clothing for an additional $10. Just so the game doesn't go on forever,
the ante - 50 cents goes to the bank. That way there is less and less
money at the table as time goes on. Eventually, no matter how even the
play, someone will have to take something off."
"We could play Rumoli." It was Bill, again. Jen looked at him
suspiciously. She figured he had a hand in the way Strip Poker had
been brought up, even if his words belied it.
"Wait a minute, Bill, I want to hear the rest of the rules,"
Nika complained. "What if someone gets cold feet?"
"Hey, we're all friends. As Sylvie said, there's nothing to be
ashamed of. If someone decides they wish to leave the game at any
point, they can. Of course it's considered bad etiquette if you quit
before paying up."
"What's that mean?" Jen took another sip of wine.
Sylvie answered the question for her. "If, say, you've lost your
skirt and will have to take off your top or bottom next and don't
wish to do so, the time to quit is before you've bet more than you
have on hand. If you bet against your top, say, and lose, honour
dictates that you remove your top before leaving the game."
"And because we're all playing for a peek, so to speak, etiquette
requires that you leave the room for the rest of the game," Bill added.
Jen looked over at Tim, who was being awfully quiet. He took a gulp
of wine and looked consideringly at Nika. Jen knew he was wondering
how she would look without her clothes and grinned to herself.
She was wondering the same about each of the others. She was getting
excited and her nipples were hard points, rubbing against her halter
top. A quick look at Nika showed her to in the same condition.
The only problem is, Jen thought to herself, is that I don't
want to end up naked myself.
"I'm in," declared Nika. She nudged Tim. "How about you? I saw
how you were looking at me," she laughed as Tim blushed. "Nothing to
be embarrassed about. I'm flattered. Besides, I've often wondered
about you, too." Tim looked at her, surprised. "Really," Nika
confirmed.
Tim appeared doubtful, but finally nodded. "Okay, I'll play, too."
"I'm in," Sylvie nodded.
"I'm up for it," confirmed Wayne.
"You are, are you?" Sylvie directed a meaningful stare at his
crotch. Wayne laughed. "We'll see. Soon, I hope," she purred.
"Well, if that's what you all want, I'll have to be a good host and
play too. That leaves you, Jen. In or out?"
Jen pursed her lips. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'm afraid I'm out," she finally said. Everyone directed their
attention at her. "Sorry." She shrugged.
"No play, no look," teased Wayne.
"I understand. I'll call a cab. You all have fun, okay."
Everyone sobered up a little at that. Nika looked a little
disappointed, Jen thought with surprise, and Tim looked uncomfortable.
"Wait a minute, Jen." It was Bill. "Do you mind telling us why
you want out? As Wayne said, we're all friends. There's no need to be
embarrassed. I don't think you're a prude, otherwise I would never have
let it get this far. If you're bothered by this, we'll do something
else. We don't have to play strip poker." Jen was touched by his
consideration.
"Actually, it's not any of that, although I admit I am a little
scared of losing my clothes."
"Then what is it," asked Nika softly.
Jen laughed. "I've never played poker. I might as well just
strip for you now. I have no chance of winning." There were smiles
all around.
"Sounds good to me," joshed Wayne, then grunted as Sylvie playfully
elbowed him.
"Hey, guys, I don't feel right about kicking Jen out," Bill
appealed to the rest. "Anyone object to a voyeur?" Jen blushed at that.
"She can sit next to me and watch my hand - maybe learn a little poker
and play next time. Any objections?" Jen looked from face to face,
hoping she'd be allowed to stay, yet feeling a little uncomfortable
about her status as a non-participant. There were no objections.
"As long as Jen doesn't mind if I undress her with my eyes," leered
Wayne.
Jen broke up laughing. "Go right ahead, Wayne. You've done it
before, so why not now?" She was definitely feeling the effect of the
wine. Wayne coloured slightly, he hadn't known he'd been so obvious.
Seats were arranged about the low coffee table so that none could
hide anything, so to speak, under the table. They were all in full
view of each other. A jar of coins was produced and each player
received ten dollars.
"The name of the game is 5-card draw. High card deals, deal
rotates clockwise. Ante is fifty cents. Two raises each, a draw,
two raises, maximum raise two dollars. Any questions?" Bill took
the deck and shuffled. Each player cut.
Wayne chortled at his high cut. "Queen of hearts. A good start,
you'd all better look out." He gathered the deck together and
shuffled, Nika, at his right cut. "Ante up." Each tossed two
quarters into a box which represented the bank.
Jen studied the list of hands which Bill had drawn up for her
and saw that Bill had a single pair of fours - not particularly good.
He opened with a quarter. Everyone called, playing it cautious.
Bill discarded three cards and drew an ace, jack and seven. Jen
looked at his face to see what he thought about that but there
was no expression there. Ah, she thought, a 'poker face'. She
hadn't seen what the others had discarded. Bill checked, Sylvie
bet a quarter, Tim and Nika called and Wayne raised a quarter.
Bill folded and the others all called. Wayne laid out his hand.
Two queens and the other two fours. With a chorus of groans the
others threw in their hands.
The next few hands were played with caution, no one willing to
risk much, however, with the constant drain of the ante combined
with small losses, both Tim and Sylvie were in danger of being the
first to lose a piece of clothing. Jen had been concentrating
on Bill's cards and on the other hands she was able to see
when someone called. She felt she was getting the hang of it.
"Knowing the hands is important, Jen," Bill told her," but
you have to be able to read the other players as well. Who likes to
bluff, who will duck and run when the betting gets high, who has a
certain look when they get a good hand or a bad hand? It's both
a science and an art. I admit I'm worth concentrating on - who can
deny my boyish good looks," he laughed, "but you should watch us all."
Jen looked at Sylvie. Her gaze ran from her shoulder length
brown hair, which was confined by a head-band, past her slightly
squarish face and down her body. She had an athletic build, stoutly
built, the phrase came to her from somewhere. Still, she was quite
attractive, thought Jen. Nice breasts, too, from what she could
make out under the t-shirt. Not terribly large, but with nipples
pushing out against the fabric - Jen realized she was staring and
suddenly noticed that Sylvie was looking back. Intelligent brown
eyes regarded her. She blushed. Sylvie smiled and gave her a
lascivious wink. She was enjoying this! The danger of losing her
clothes, the excitement of watching others slowly stripped in front
of her. Her eyes sparkled.
From the two fifty in front of her she bid fifty cents. Jen
looked at Bill's hand. Seven, eight and nine of spades, queen
and deuce of diamonds. Possible flush, possible straight. Tim
called. Nika raised fifty and Wayne called. Bill called and
Sylvie looked ruefully down at the two lonely dollars in front
of her and called. She had nothing, Jen suspected. When she
discarded four cards, Jen knew. Tim threw two, Nika and Wayne
three each and Bill tossed in his diamonds. Bill picked up his
first card - a six of spades. With bated breath Jen watched him
pick up his last card. Deuce of spades - a flush! Bill betrayed
nothing. She looked over in time to catch a flash of a smile from
Sylvie as she regarded her hand. No 'poker face' there.
"One dollar." Sylvie spoke firmly. Tim called. Nika raised
a dollar and Wayne dropped his cards.
"Call the two dollars and raise two," said Bill unemotionally.
Sylvie looked at Bill long and hard. If she wished to stay in she'd
have to bet against something. It would be against her pants, Jen
knew. Either that or she would fold.
Sylvie grinned devilishly and spoke defiantly, "Raise another
two against my top!" She drew ten dollars out of the bank.
"Atta girl," grinned Wayne.
Tim was now in the same position Sylvie had been in. He stared
at his cards, looked up at Sylvie who winked at him, glanced at Bill's
expressionless face and dropped his cards, face down.
"Coward," chuckled Sylvie.
"Call," Nika pushed four dollars into the pot.
"Call," echoed Bill.
"Read 'em and weep," cried Sylvie in triumph. "Three Aces!"
Nika tossed her cards down and Sylvie reached for the pot.
"Not so fast, Sylvie," Bill's voice was calm. "Flush."
"Damn!" Sylvie's face fell, but Jen had a hunch it was an act.
"Awright!" Wayne smiled broadly. "You, my dear, owe the bank
your shirt!"
Sylvie looked woebegone, her head drooped. "Oh, dear. Do I have
to?" she inquired in a little girl voice.
"You know the rules. But if you're feeling too shy, I'll help you
with it." Wayne was all smiles.
Slowly Sylvie pulled at the t-shirt, rolling it up until it reached
the undersides of her breasts, where she paused. She looked up, head
still bowed, and peered, with a woebegone expression at each player in
turn until she reached Jen. She winked.
She's loving this, thought Jen. A wicked smile crossed Sylvie's
face and she removed the shirt with one quick motion, freeing her
breasts. Wayne and Nika 'ahhhed' their approval while Bill simply
smiled. Tim stared at Sylvie's breasts, almost in awe. As Jen had
thought, they were not large, but were nicely formed. The areolae
were light brown and about the size of quarters and the nipples were
thick and stood out about a quarter inch.
Sylvie looked down at her breasts, shook her head sadly and began
to tweak her nipples, much to Jen's shock. "Come on, darlings, don't
be shy. The boys want a show." She looked directly at Nika and then
at Jen, "And maybe the girls, too." Her nipples stood out about one
half an inch.
Sylvie was an exhibitionist, it occurred to Jen, and it occurred
to her, also, that she had committed a slight faux pas in not reacting
to the unveiling. Rather than being polite, not reacting was impolite,
she realized suddenly.
"Naughty, naughty," she scolded Sylvie, her smile of approval
belieing her words. Sylvie grinned back.
"Time for a short, break." Bill stood and stretched. "Besides,
I have to take a trip to the bathroom."
"You don't have to go *there* to play with yourself, Bill. We
don't mind if you do it out here. I'll watch." Sylvie leered at him.
Bill patted her bottom as he walked by.
"Maybe next time, Sylvie."
"You might turn the temperature up a mite, while you're at it."
"Good thinking, but I thought that's what you were doing."
They all laughed and began moving around. Jen sought out Sylvie,
who raised her eyebrows, "Yes?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you . . ."
"Why I bet against my shirt instead of my pants," Sylvie finished
for her.
"Well, yes."
"The men always take their shirts off first. That's so we can't
see their erections as well, if they develop them. Women mostly take
off their pants first. Keep as much covered as possible, right?
"Right."
"Besides being a bit of an exhibitionist," Jen smiled in
agreement, "I did it to distract the boys. The more they look at my
breasts, the less they will be concentrating on their cards."
Understanding dawned in Jen's eyes. "Even if I win enough money to
buy my shirt back I probably won't, and it may happen," Sylvie's
voice and face became the very heart and soul of innocence, "that I
occasionally forget myself and stroke my breasts or tweak my nipples."
They both burst out laughing.
"I can see how that might be effective. Poor Tim didn't know
where to look."
"Yea," Sylvie's eyes became dreamy, "he might be the first to
lose it all. What a pity!"
"What about Bill?"
"Nothing seems to disturb that bastard's concentration." She
growled, but smiled to rob the words of their offense. "Bill likes
winning. He likes the feeling of control, I think. So he
concentrates on the game, and until it's over nothing much fazes him.
Believe me, I've tried. I think he gets as much kick out of making
the other men undress as he does the women. Not that he's that way,
mind you, it's just the thrill of victory."
"Why do you all play with him, then?"
"Oh, he's not a bad guy. For instance, he'd never play us for
money. He wouldn't want to take our money. Our clothes, yes, our
money, no. He's good, so why not try yourself against the best?
Besides, I want to see him stripped. Not just naked, but stripped -
against his will. I live for that day. I'd love to be the one to
do it, but I'm not good enough so I'll settle for just being there
when it happens. I've seen him take off his shirt - once. He won
it back two hands later. I don't think he enjoyed losing it. Anyway,
nothing I - or any of the others - do seems to get to him. You just
can't distract him."
"Thanks, Sylvie, you've just given me the seed of an idea. I'll
have to think on this for a while." Jen was suddenly excited. Sylvie
looked at her, her eyes trying to probe beneath the surface.
"I hope it's a good one. Just let me know if I can help."
As Sylvie wandered off, Nika approached. "So far, so good, eh?"
"It's interesting. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Actually, yes. It's quite an adrenalin rush. Damn that Sylvie!"
"What's wrong with her. I was talking to her and she seems quite
nice."
"She's certainly grabbed Tim's attention. What do I have to do,
lose deliberately?" Nika laughed.
"Ah, so that's it."
"Yes, so that's it," Nika confirmed.
"I thought it might run that way, you know."
"It doesn't bother you?"
"No, Nika. Tim's really sweet, and I love him, but . . . well,
there's just no sparks. I wish you all the luck with him. I think he
likes you, too."
"You do?" Nika sounded hopeful. Jen nodded. "Thank's Jen. I
appreciate it. Oh, oh, looks like it's back to the game."
STRIP CHESS
Part 2
Jen's mind was now only half on the game. She was busy working
out details of her idea as well. She smiled as she noted that in
one regard Sylvie had been correct. Tim was watching her chest more
than his cards - his game-playing could only suffer.
Bill raised fifty cents. Sylvie studied her cards as she absently
touched at her nipple. She called. Tim glanced back at his cards and
called. Wayne showed two pair and Tim cursed. That was it. His face
beet red he began to unbutton his shirt. Sylvie and Nika began
chanting, "Take it off. Take it off." Jen couldn't resist and joined
the chant. His bare chest came into view. "Yes, yes, yes!" the girls
chanted.
"Awright, my man!"
Tim looked at Nika's exuberant face. "You're enjoying this," he
accused her.
"Damn straight." He tossed his shirt in the corner. "Ooohhh,
yesss." Everyone laughed, even Tim. Tim was smooth muscled with a
flat stomach. He had a swimmer's physique and an light tan and was
very easy to look at.
"Make a muscle for us, honey." Sylvie got into the act and Nika
glared at her. Tim obliged and Sylvie bent over and kissed his biceps.
"No touching," admonished Bill. Jen's head came up and she smiled
a little smile. She caught Sylvie's gaze on her and she winked.
Sylvie twisted at her nipple in excitement. She knew Jen was up to
something and that something boded ill for Bill. She shivered.
Wayne and Nika were getting low on cash and looked to be the next
to lose something, however, an ill-fated bluff robbed Sylvie of her
pants instead. Chagrined she stood and slowly peeled her jeans down
to her knees. Her hips began undulating and Wayne began a credible
imitation of a bump and grind strip-tease melody and all the others
clapped in time as Sylvie gyrated. Then she turned around and, knees
straight, bent over and stripped the jeans slowly from her lower legs.
The wet spot on her white lace panties was obvious. Apparently the
men weren't the only ones who were excited by her playing with her
breasts. She turned and made a deep bow to her audience, which
applauded loudly, and sat down.
"Deal," was all she said as she leaned back with a satisfied grin.
Play became a little wilder after that. Tim was visibly worried
and sweating. Nika uncertain as if she was warring within herself.
Wayne seemed at ease as if winning or losing didn't matter to him - and
his eyes never strayed far from all the bare skin opposite him. His
concentration on the game was definitely on the decline. Bill was
unflappable as ever. His eyes went from player to player, always on
the faces.
Wayne's shirt was the next to go. "Well, I can't let the side
down," was all he said, and stood. He than began to strut and strike
poses as the buttons slowly were undone. Glimpses of his tanned
muscular torso were all that were to be had until he suddenly took
a wide stance and pulled open his shirt, baring his chest. The women
applauded and cheered.
"My lady," he said to Nika, "if you'd kindly help me . . ." He
turned his back and allowed Nika to strip the shirt from him. He
posed, bunching his muscles, showing their definition and his form,
turned, bowed and sat.
Exhibitionists, all. Jen was smiling in wonderment. She had
never guessed. Except Bill. He sat calm and under control. Jen had
her ideas on that, however. She figured she knew how to make him
lose that control, it was now only a matter of the details.
The next few hands merely shuffled the money around from person
to person. Bill, Jen noticed, rarely bluffed or bid up a poor hand.
She had even seen him fold with two pair. It turned out to be a good
move, for Nika had shown three nines and scooped up the loot.
Sylvie won a large pot which left Nika with only the ante left
for the next hand. Sylvie had enough to buy back her pants or top, but
let the money stay in front of her. "One performance per piece is
all you get," and merely smiled at the boo's and hisses. She gathered
the cards together, shuffled and offered them to Bill to cut. He
declined and the cards were dealt.
Jen was stunned yet, to her credit, didn't show it. Bill had
just picked up a full house. Three queens, two sevens. She looked
at Sylvie. There was a half smile on her lips. Tim was looking
nonchalant - too nonchalant. Nika appeared content and Wayne, well
Wayne was just Wayne. It was hard to tell with him. This hand would
be interesting.
Tim opened with fifty cents and Nika immediately raised it to one
dollar, against her skirt. Wayne studied his cards and raised another
fifty cents. Bill bumped it one dollar. Sylvie stared at him a moment.
"Raise another dollar," she spoke defiantly, pushing
$3.50 into the pot. "Two-fifty to you, Tim."
Tim looked torn. He wavered. "Call against my pants." Nika
called and Wayne bumped it another fifty. Bill raised a dollar, Nika
made the final raise of one dollar and everyone called.
Tim and Nika each took two cards. Wayne smiled and asked for
one. Bill stood pat. They all looked at him. Sylvie smiled, "Not
this time you don't." He had pulled what everyone thought was a
bluff earlier. "I stand pat, too. Your bet, Tim."
"Check." Tim was worried - he looked at Bill, at Sylvie and
back again. Nika wasn't so sure as she had been and checked as well.
Wayne tossed a dollar in and Bill raised a dollar.
"Dealer calls and raises a dollar." Sylvie was smug about her call.
"Three to you, Tim."
"Call." Tim was firm.
"Call." Nika wasn't.
"Another dollar." Wayne's eyes were on Sylvie and not his cards.
"And two more."
"Last bet, dealer raises one dollar. Another four to you, Tim."
Tim wiped the sweat off of his forehead. If he folded he lost his
pants. If he didn't, and lost, he was well on his way to losing his
everything. His trembling hand reached out and picked up three dollars.
He wavered, dropped the coins back on the table and folded. He hung his
head. Nika laughed.
"Yeah," he retorted, "well it's your turn, so put up or shut up."
There was no malice in his voice. Instead it was bubbling with
suppressed laughter. Nika sobered.
"Oh, damn. All right. Call. Three to you, Wayne."
Wayne reached for his money, glanced at his cards and his face
fell. With a look of utter disgust on his face he dropped the cards
to the table and shook his head. Sylvie waved to attract his
attention, lifted her breasts with her hands and chortled, "Should
pay more attention to the cards and less to these, little boy."
To his credit Wayne laughed, "Either way I win."
"Call." Bill was still calm. "What do you have, Sylvie."
"Ace-high flush," she crowed triumphantly.
"Beats my three jacks. Oh, dear." Nika looked a little shocked.
It would be her turn to do a strip. She commiserated with Tim. "We can
do it together, my man."
"Okay, Bill. Beat my flush?"
"Sorry, Sylvie - full house." He laid down the cards.
"Damn, damn, damn! I don't mind that you are good, do you have to
be so lucky, too?"
"What can I say? Okay, Wayne, the music if you please."
Wayne went through his routine, Bill, Jen and Sylvie clapped in time
as Tim valiantly tried to keep time and remove his pants. Nika was
wearing a wraparound skirt and she unhooked it and moved it back and
forth in front of her, occasionally giving the audience a glimpse of
her black panties as she gave a high kick. Finally, as Tim completed
the removal of his pants, Nika tossed the skirt aside, and bowed to the
applause of the others. The two strippers sat down, red of face and
breathing heavily.
"Nice bulge," cried Sylvie.
"Good legs," approved Bill, while Wayne simply whistled. Indeed
Nika's legs were shapely and the willowy brunette had moved using them
to their best advantage. Poor Tim, meanwhile did show the bulge of
a semi-erection through the cloth of his blue bikini-briefs.
It seemed to Jen that each stripper was trying to out-do the one
who had gone before. Tim took time to gaze at Nika's newly uncovered
legs, much to her delight and she smiled at Jen, who simply shook her
head in disbelief.
It was difficult to believe how this game had effected her
friends. More difficult to believe the thoughts which were going
through her mind concerning Bill. Bill, during the pauses, enjoyed
the strips, but as soon as the game continued he was all business.
Jen figured she knew how to keep him for concentrating and smiled
a secret smile. What she planned could be dangerous to her, in that
she could lose her clothes, but it seemed worthwhile at that moment.
She took another sip of wine to keep up her courage, then realized
she needed to take a trip to the bathroom.
She heard cat-calls and whoops upon her return and was just in
time to see Wayne, lying on his back, pull his pants from his legs.
Then in a feat of agility he hopped directly to his feet and bowed.
He, too was sporting a semi-erection, and the girls gave him no mercy.
"Looking good," called Jen as she returned to her seat.
"I'm waiting to see you," he called back.
"You just may," she replied. That got everyone's attention.
"What's up Jen?" Nika asked, intrigued. Sylvie, too, was very
curious.
"I haven't figured it all out yet. I'll let you know as soon
as I do, though."
"Awright!" cried Wayne. "I'll be looking forward to it." He
leered at Jen, who simply smiled demurely in return.
Jen looked at the table. Sylvie was almost out of cash. Her
panties were at risk. Tim was in the same state. He had maybe
one-fifty left in front of him. Nika had almost five dollars and was
in little danger of losing her top in the near future. Jen hadn't
realized she was so familiar with the game. Wayne had just lost
his pants and thus had the better part of ten dollars left before he
would be faced with total loss of clothes. The ante money going to
the bank had left even Bill without too many reserves, but it would
take some major losses on his part before he would be forced to part
with anything.
Bill picked up the deck and dealt. Sylvie looked at her cards,
grinned and pushed her last three quarters into the pot. "Well, Tim,
it's decision time. You can quit now, or you can risk your shorts."
"Raise a dollar," Tim answered.
"Oh boy, oh boy," Nika gloated. "Call."
Wayne and Bill folded. Sylvie called against her panties.
The draw didn't make anyone overjoyed and Sylvie checked. Tim followed
suit. Nika raised a dollar. Tim looked at Sylvie and shrugged. What
could they do now. They called. Nika's two pair took the pot and Tim
turned crimson. Sylvie leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
He grinned. The two of them stood and moved to the open area. They
started with a waltz, then stepped up the pace. Tim sent Sylvie out
and when she recoiled back in to his arms he dropped to his knees and
in one smooth motion drew her panties down to the floor. She stepped
out of them and he stood up. She twirled under his hand, then she
dropped, removing his shorts in a like manner, allowing his erection
to spring up. Nika unconsciously licked her lips. Jen estimated it
at about six inches and very nice indeed. Sylvie had a neatly trimmed
bush which attracted the eyes of all the men. She stroked it absently,
then grinned, well aware of the sensation she was causing. The tip of
Wayne's cock was now peeking out of his shorts and Tim was very hard,
indeed.
Nika became involved in a personal duel with Bill and lost three
hands in a row. The third hand cost her her top. She stood, untied
her halter and allowed the material to fall to the ground as she turned
away. Arms crossed over her breasts she turned and sat back down, eyes
lowered. The others were dumbfounded and no one spoke. It was only
fun so long as they all enjoyed it. With Nika so uncomfortable, they
all became uncomfortable. Then, one by one they noticed that her
fingers were moving. She grinned up at the others, and released one
breast. The nipple was erect. The other followed. Nika raised her
arms in victory and twisted her torso back and forth, causing her
breasts to shake and bob. Finally they stilled and rested like melons
against her narrow chest. The guys all breathed a sigh. Sylvie
mouthed a silent wow.
"My deal," Nika declared brightly and bent over to scoop up the
cards. Her breasts hung down, nipples almost touching the table.
Jen looked at Tim. Nika sure had his attention now. They were nice
breasts and Jen began to feel a little warm herself. She squirmed a
bit in her seat, then stood and walked over to the balcony, opened
the sliding door and stepped out. It was now early evening, yet
still very warm. She had a view to the west and saw more thunderclouds
approaching. All the better. She would enjoy a thunderstorm. Jen
breathed deeply and relaxed. Finally she returned to the living room.
Her eyes went wide. There was a huge pile of money in the
middle of the table. Everyone must have a good hand she thought.
"Final bet, raise two dollars," called Sylvie. That left her
with only one dollar in front of her. "That's four to you, Tim."
Tim looked down at his lonely remaining quarter.
"I can't cover that. I guess I'm out," he sighed.
"Not necessarily," answered Sylvie slowly. She looked at
Wayne, who nodded, then at Bill who remained impassive. She looked
Tim straight in the eyes, "You still have one wager left, if you
want it, but everyone here has to agree. And if agreed to, no
mention of it ever leaves this room."
Tim was intrigued, as were Jen and Nika. "What do I have
left I can wager with?" asked Tim.
Sylvie hesitated and looked to Wayne. "Your body," he said
with a small smile.
"What?!" Nika, Jen and Tim exclaimed together.
"Your body - for one hour," confirmed Sylvie. "Anyone who
makes this wager - and loses - becomes the play-thing of any who
are left at the end of the game with any money. One hour. No
violence or humiliation, no degradation. As I said back at the
beginning, we are all friends." She let it sink in. Tim sat
back, almost in shock. Then the sense of her words began to
sink in. "I see that you're interested," Sylvie smiled, noting
that his erection, which had subsided was coming back.
Tim laughed, which surprised Jen. "Can't hide anything like
this, can I." He paused, deep in thought. Jen desperately wanted
him to say no. It had gone too far. Yet, she was wildly excited
and something deep within her wanted him to say yes as well.
"And if I agree to this, what do you do?" He asked. "You're
about in the same position as I am. Do you fold and leave me here
or are you staying in?"
Sylvie laughed. "With this hand, I'm in to the end." She
looked around. "That's just a little warning to you others. You
all might as well fold now! Okay, I agree to the wager if you make it."
Nika licked her lips, staring at Tim's erection. "I agree,
also," she husked.
"Fine by me," Wayne said amicably.
"Agreed." Bill turned to Jen. "Once again that leaves you.
What's it to be?"
"Me? I'm not even in the game." Jen was taken aback.
"No, but you're here. Nothing leaves the room. If you're not
in we can't be either. Of course, not being in the game, you're not
entitled to the privileges either."
Jen thought about how this could affect her idea. Her stomach
fluttered, her nipples grew hard with excitement. Bill was really
in for it, she thought. She touched her tongue to her lips
unconsciously. Sylvie was staring at her intently. Sylvie knew!
She didn't know what, but she knew. Sylvie gave a short sharp nod
of her head and Jen was decided.
"I'm in," she smiled. "I'm in further than you can guess
right now. I'll tell you all about it when your game is over and
mine can begin." Sylvie smiled in glee.
Bill was surprised and made to ask her a question but she
sat down and simply said, "Continue."
Tim studied his cards once more, then shoved his last quarter
into the centre of the table. It was done. "Cards?" Nika took
one. Wayne took one, Bill two and Sylvie one. "Dealer takes
two." They all studied their hands. It was intense.
"Bet two." Nika voice was strained.
"Call." Wayne was relaxed. He'd probably done this many times
before, thought Jen.
"Raise two." Quiet, unflappable Bill. We'll see how unflappable
you are, Jen giggled to herself. There were butterflies in her
stomach and she shivered.
"I'm in," said Sylvie softly. "See, Tim, we're in it together
now. Oh, yes, you don't bet here. You and I are in it to the end
now."
"Call." Nika tossed in two dollars. She had only one and a
quarter left.
"Raise one, against my undies," Wayne shrugged fatalisticly.
"Last bid, call."
Nika called. "Who shows first?"
"Dead man's hand - Aces and eights, anyone beat that?" asked
Wayne.
"Three Queens." Tim laid them out. The other three sat still
for a moment.
"Damn," said Sylvie, showing three Jacks. "I guess I'm a toy for
the next hour." She didn't seem too disturbed. Tim breathed a sigh
of relief.
"Sorry, Tim," snickered Nika, "Straight to the ten. Looks like
you're a toy, too! Well, Bill, can you beat a straight?"
Bill laid down his cards. He had another full house.
"What can you do?" asked Sylvie rhetorically. "It's just
not fair." She looked at Jen closely, curiously. "I think it's
time to end the game. Any objections? Nika still has her panties
and a quarter, Wayne seven dollars and what dignity he can muster,
not to mention a lovely hard, fat cock, just straining at the
bit and Bill has, as usual, all the money and everything." She
waited for a minute. No one spoke. "Done! Let the games begin!"
"As host, I'll give up my stake in the party and keep Jen
company. Nika, you're next in line. Pick a playmate. There's a
sofa-bed in the den you can use, if you like. Nika stood up shakily.
She retrieved the belt from Tim's pants and stood between Sylvie and
Tim. She looked consideringly at Sylvie, then at Tim. She smiled,
a feral smile, threaded the belt and placed it around Tim's wrist.
Pulling on her ersatz leash she dragged Tim behind her. "We'll have
to put that tool of yours to some good use, my toy."
"There are condoms in the medicine cabinet," Bill called out.
"Wait!" cried Sylvie. Nika stopped.
"Who are you to give orders, Sylvie," chuckled Wayne, "you're
my toy, and it's payback time. I well remember last time!"
"Don't you want to know what Jen has planned?" Everyone's
interest was suddenly piqued and Nika led Tim back to the living
room.
"Yes, tell us," urged Wayne. The others nodded.
"Well, it's like this," Jen looked directly at Bill, "there
are two of us here fully clothed and I don't think that's fair."
Bill raised an eyebrow. "So I propose a game between the two of
us where it will be difficult for either of us to remain totally
clothed."
"Yesss!" exclaimed Sylvie.
"So, if Bill feels up to it," she looked him up and down,
"I challenge him to a game of Strip-Chess." Everyone looked
surprised. Strip Chess?
"I'm better than you, you know that. You've never won
a game from me. What is this, just a ploy to take off some of
my clothes as you go down to defeat?" They had played several
times at the university and Jen knew he was right. Sylvie
looked a little disappointed, Jen thought.
"Normally, I'd agree with you, but I'm slanting the rules a
little. Distractions are allowed, in fact they'll be a major
part of the game. I'm betting I can distract the hell out of you
and that you'll lose. In fact, I'll bet more than my clothes."
This time Bill raised both eyebrows. "What's the object of Chess?"
Bill paused for a moment as if he couldn't believe what he
was hearing. "Mate."
"Right. So if you win, you get me, for one hour. Okay?"
"I don't know . . ."
"For one hour you get to fuck me where, when, how, as long and
as often as you like. You can lend me to your friends or whatever."
She couldn't believe she was saying this, using those words, "There
are only three conditions."
Bill was interested, Jen knew. His eyes were slightly narrowed
and calculating. "And these conditions are?"
"As before, it stays in this apartment. No one else comes in
and it is never mentioned outside of this group. Second, no major
pain."
"Major pain?" Bill interrupted.
Jen smiled, "I guess I can accept a spanking if you can."
"Agreed. Oh, and the last condition?"
"Condoms are used."
"Of course. Agreed. What are these slanted rules?"
"While one person is thinking about a move the other can attempt
to distract him - or her. Any uncovered part of the body is a legal
target for that distraction. Captured pieces uncover parts of the
body. And Bill . . ."
Bill hesitated, he didn't think he was going to like what was
coming. "Yes?"
"No holds barred, Bill."
"No holds barred?" He was astonished.
"That's right. Anything goes."
"Can I make a suggestion," Tim chimed in. "I don't think
tickling should be allowed. You want to be able to ignore the
attempted distraction, if you are strong enough. Tickling might
make it impossible to even look at the board." The two opponents
nodded agreement. "So, when does the game begin?"
"In half an hour. If you are not finished playing with each
other, you can continue out here. That will be an added distraction
for each of us. Are you in, or not?"
"How about an ninety minutes?" A little smile played about
Bill's lips. "You are risking a lot, just to see a little more of
my body, Jen. I'll enjoy taking you."
"Goes both ways. I win and I get you whenever, however, I want
for the next hour and a half, and," she caught Sylvie's eye, "I can
lend you out, too. I'd be worried if I were you, Bill." Her heart
was beating like a trip hammer and her face was flushed. She was
going to do it!
Nika had listened to it all in astonishment. This wasn't the
Jen she knew. On the other hand she wasn't the Nika, Jen knew
either. Speaking of which, "Come toy, we have half an hour, no
time to spare lollygagging about." Tim followed her meekly into
the den.
Sylvie came over to Jen before Wayne led her away. "Strip him
naked, Jen. Go for it. Do it and I'll owe you one. Whatever,
whenever."
End of Part 2, Strip Chess, by Delta
Delta.
STRIP CHESS
Part 3
"Okay, Jen, now that you have your bet, let's get down to the
fine-tuning. You've obviously given this a fair bit of thought, so
how does it work?" Bill was sitting opposite Jen at the kitchen
table. There was a glass of wine in front of each of them. He
looked pretty smug, she thought. Well, she would change that!
At least she hoped she would.
"Well, there are seven pieces and eight pawns which can be
captured. Obviously we won't be wearing 15 articles of clothing,
so I figured it'd work something like this:
When one of us captures a piece from the other, she - or he (if you
ever capture any of my pieces) [Bill smiled] - gets two minutes to
take off whatever clothes are governed by that piece and to play
with whatever is exposed. After that time, she - or he - may, ah,
stimulate any or all areas exposed by any captures during the time
her - or his - opponent is planning a move. Once a move is made,
the situation is reversed. Got it?"
"I think so. What body parts are covered by what pieces?"
"That'll be by mutual agreement. My idea is:
1st Knight captured opens either the hands or feet as targets.
2nd Knight captured - the same - choice belongs to the opponent."
Bill interrupted. "You mean, if I capture a knight from you
I can then choose to play with either your hands or your feet. And
every time you are making a move after that my choice comes into play.
Capture the second knight and then both the hands and the feet are
legitimate - targets you called them?"
"Precisely. To continue:
Queen and Rook combination takes care of the bottoms;
Rook and Bishop combination takes care of the tops;
The remaining Bishop uncovers, so to speak, the head and neck.
Again, where the Rook and Bishop are concerned, the one who captures
the piece decides what it is applied against. Any questions?"
"Interesting," replied Bill. "I assume that the combinations
you talk about mean that if I capture your queen first, then your
skirt goes and I get access to your legs. If I then capture a
rook I can remove either your panties or . . . or what? - all you
are wearing is that halter top."
"You can loan me a shirt?" Jen asked. Bill nodded. "Okay,
then the rook in question would take either my panties or the
shirt. If the shirt were already gone - due to the loss of a
bishop - then it would take the top. With the shirt gone, you
have access to my arms and mid-section. You have one of those
cut off t-shirts which exposes your middle?" Bill nodded again.
"Okay, you wear that under your shirt and same thing goes for me.
Now if you capture a Rook first, then it's either the pants/skirt
or the shirt. Once you choose, you can't go back. If you take
my skirt and then you capture a bishop you can't give me back my
skirt and use the rook-bishop combination to take my shirt and
top."
"That's fine. Now what about the pawns? Have you any
special ideas for them?"
Jen frowned. "No, but they should count for something."
Bill looked around the kitchen as he thought. His eyes fell
on the timer. "I have it," he exclaimed. "The capture of a pawn
entitles the capturer to a two minute distraction session against
whatever is uncovered to that time. If no pieces have been taken
then the head and hands are the only legit targets. How's that?"
Jen laughed out loud. "You catch on fast. I'll add to that.
During the 'distraction time' after the capture of any piece or
pawn, the loser cannot look at the board. It's eyes closed until
the timer rings." She took a sip of wine. She'd have to be
careful. It wouldn't due to get too high. That'd spoil her
concentration for sure. On the other hand, without the wine she
wasn't sure she'd be able to go through with this.
"Agreed. You have a wicked mind, Jen. I wish I'd known this
a whole lot earlier." He shook his head, biting his lower lip to
keep form smiling. "Anything else we need to agree on?" He suddenly
stopped as an "ohh, ohhh, OHHH!" drifted into the kitchen then died
away. "That'll be you, shortly, my dear Jen!"
A shiver went down her back at his smile, yet she was
determined not to let him gain any advantages. "You're probably
right, Bill, 'cause I don't intend to allow you relief so quickly.
From what I've heard, you've been ruling the roost with your
card games. I intend to chop that roost down from under you."
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, eh?" He
smiled as Jen grimaced. "Now, how long do we get to make a move?"
"How about two minutes as well? We don't want this dragging
on all night, do we?" Jen glanced at her watch. The half hour
was almost up.
"One last thing, Jen, when the distractee says 'move' the
distracter stops immediately and the distractee moves his piece
and the situation reverses. Penalty for saying 'move' before
you're ready - you don't get to distract your opponent during
his or her next move. Same for not stopping immediately."
"Agreed. Bill, go get me that shirt, please, and let's set
up the board. I have to make a quick trip to the bathroom."
Bill grinned, remembering Sylvie's comment to him earlier,
"No need to play with yourself in there, Jen. I'll be doing that
for you soon enough."
"Yes, you will, but under my command."
"In your dreams."
It had begun already and neither was prepared to give an
inch. Jen went to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. Her
stomach was doing flip-flops. If she lost - no, she couldn't,
wouldn't lose. But if she did - it'd been her idea and to lose
would be humiliating. Not to mention she'd have no control over
what he did to, or with, her. Gods, he could bring in the other
two men and have an orgy, with her as the centre of attention,
maybe even the two other women as well! Her hands started to shake.
No! It wouldn't come to that. She was going to win. Now, if
those kinds of thoughts could shake her up, what would shake him up?
She flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
A sudden inspiration led her to check the medicine cabinet.
Bill had said there were condoms there. Just maybe - yes! She
spotted a tube of lubricant next to the condoms and picked it up.
Yes, she'd get him to use his imagination against himself - if he
had an imagination.
Outside, she heard Bill knocking on the doors of the rooms
from which the odd moan and groan still emanated. She felt herself
getting wet, thinking about what was going on - and what was to come.
Bill's voice brought her back. "Five minutes, kiddies, if
you want to see the lovely Miss Jen slowly stripped of her clothes
and then her control."
"Bastard," she grimaced to herself. "Cocky bastard. We'll see
who is stripped." She opened the bathroom door as Bill walked by.
He handed her a shirt. She put it on, concealing the tube of
lubricant in her skirt pocket, and followed him back to the
living room. The chess board had been set up on a lamp table which
had been moved to the middle of the room. They'd have to play
standing up.
The two opponents moved up to the table and both began to
slowly circle it, looking for the best vantage point. Bill noted
the look of grim determination on Jen's face and inwardly chuckled.
She'd need all that determination and more, and it still wouldn't
do her any good. He was good at chess - much better than she. In
their games together he'd been slacking off just a little. He
had enjoyed her company and hadn't wanted the games to end too
quickly, nor to discourage her overly so she wouldn't come back
for the rematch. Now, he was going to let loose all the stops.
No mercy.
Jen glanced at Bill's face. He was confident, too confident.
Ordinarily he would be better than she, she knew. But not so much
better that he had any right to be that confident . . . unless . . .
Her stomach jumped. She could be in trouble. She caught herself.
No, this was not an ordinary situation. She had all the time of the
poker game to think it out. If she couldn't disrupt his steel
trap mind, then he wasn't human - and he was human all right. She
allowed herself a small smile.
Nika and Tim walked into the room, both naked. Tim looked
disheveled and almost stunned - as if he couldn't believe what
had happened to him. Nika fairly glowed. She was about to make
a joke to Bill and Jen when she noticed their intensity. She was
taken aback. This wasn't just a game to them, they were both out
for blood.
Bill and Jen had stopped circling. Bill picked up one pawn
of each colour and took them behind his back. He then held out
his hands. Jen pointed at his right hand and it opened. There
lay the black pawn. His left opened to disclose the white one.
Jen relaxed a bit. She was black, she moved second. It was
a slight disadvantage, she knew, but tonight she preferred black.
She glanced outside to the darkening sky just as a bolt of
lightning split the night. The roll of thunder was quite a while
in following. Jen smiled to herself. Yes, she was black, belonging
to the darkness of the night, she was of the night; the hidden
femaleness, sensual and earthy, counterpoint to the openness and
aggressive harshness of the light and of the day. The thought of
the coming storm pleased her immensely. Her body straightened as
she felt the energy begin to flow into her. It was a good omen.
Wayne led Sylvie into the room. A sardonic smile played about
his lips. He'd had a good time with Sylvie, just as he had known
he would. She was quite wonderful. Now, he'd get a chance at
Jen. He'd seen Bill play in competition and knew how good he
truly was. Jen didn't stand a chance, he knew it. And she'd
pushed Bill's buttons. That had been foolish. He hoped she
was good enough, or reckless enough to take some of Bill's clothes.
If she did, Bill would be more likely to want to teach her a lesson,
and that lesson just might put Jen in his bed for a little. Wayne
was looking forward to that. Jen might talk a good fight, but
Wayne didn't think she was really ready for multiple partners.
This was going to be fun, he pursed his lips and nodded.
Sylvie looked at Jen, dressed in one of Bill's shirts, with
the sleeves rolled up so they wouldn't cover her hands. She looked
good, her breasts pushing out the shirt and mostly hiding her
waist as the shirt wasn't tucked in. The skirt was a midi - showing
her calves, which were nicely formed. Sylvie licked her lips.
She was rooting for Jen, all the way. Partially because she wanted,
badly, to see Bill stripped and thus get back at him for all the
times he'd stripped her, partially for the possibility of getting
Bill in the sack, with *her* in control, after Jen had finished with
him (if she'd read Jen's look right earlier) and definitely partially
because she would then, as she told Jen, owe her one. And she hoped
that Jen would collect - personally.
"Okay, Boys and Girls, welcome to the first game of Strip
Chess to be played here. We'll explain the rules, so you'll
know what is going on." Bill smiled at the two couples,
"But first let me say it's good to see all of you here, it's also
good to see you all here," He chuckled at his own joke. "especially
as you still have time on the clock. Jen, it's your game,
you give them a quick rundown of the rules." He turned and
went into the kitchen.
Jen gave the two couples a rundown of the rules while
her eyes ran up and down the couples. She'd never seen Nika
naked before. The woman had a body to die for! Those lovely
large, for her body, upturned breasts, the slim waist and smoothly
flowing hips. She licked her lips. She smiled inwardly at the
close cropped Mohawk her friend wore above her pussy, and wondered,
once again, what it would be like to be with a woman.
Tim, as he assimilated the rules, and began to realize what they
would portend, became more and more excited. Jen watched his
flaccid penis begin to grow before her eyes, then glanced at Wayne
to see him in a like condition. Soon there were two nice fat
cocks standing at attention. As Jen finished explaining the
rules she compared Tim and Wayne. They contrasted nicely, Tim
with his smooth flowing muscles, Wayne with his bulging ones, Tim
with short (relatively) curly brown hair, Wayne with his long blonde
hair. Both tanned and very fit. Tim moved with a catlike grace,
Wayne powered his way. Both were easy to watch. And even more so
now, with both of them standing there naked and with their little men
standing at attention. Wayne was bigger, and longer than Tim,
but she suspected they'd both be just fine. Neither had anything
to be ashamed of. They both looked after their bodies. She grinned
to herself, nice butts, too.
Sylvie, though she knew only the rudiments of chess, was
ecstatic. She grinned her approval at Jen as Jen ran down the
rules. She was clever, very clever. Bill might have known her
much longer, yet although this was the first time they'd really
spoken, Sylvie thought she knew Jen better. Bill was in for a
very rough time. And how do I feel about this, she thought.
Only one word came to mind - gleeful. She could hardly keep still.
All the times she'd been stripped - it was all going to be worth
it. For now she had a hunch she was going to see a *real* master
at work. And, if she could, she'd help.
Nika's eyes were shining. Hell, this was more fun than she'd
had in ages. She was very happy, indeed, that she'd run into Jen
that afternoon. If she hadn't, there would have been a more
intimate lunch with Tim, but it was unlikely that she'd have had
her way with him, been so easily able to introduce him to the things
she loved a man to do with her, *and* just how she liked them done.
Men were so silly not to ask these things. Now he would know and he
would remember and there would be no awkwardness about it. It had
been a fine day, and this little show would be a fine end for it.
Bill reentered the room with two more bottles of wine. He
replenished the glasses of the two couples, then set two wine
glasses on the table and filled them.
Jen knew exactly what he was doing. Their glasses weren't
ordinary wine glasses - they were closer to brandy snifters - and
she was sure that Bill would keep her glass filled while not drinking
at all himself. That way she might drink more than was appropriate,
given the stakes. She nodded her head slightly, appreciating Bill's
move. She'd have to be careful, but then, she had a counter move
prepared.
Bill was an aggressive player. He liked to move quickly to
dominate the centre of the board and then use his superior position
to concentrate power and whittle away at his opposition's defenses.
He rarely left an opponent with the opportunity to come away with
more than an equal exchange, and even then he usually ended up
with a better position. Thus he rarely worried about losing
pieces. If she could worry him, make him protect his pieces, to
the point of not wanting to give them up in an equal exchange,
she'd force him to change his game. If he changed his game, there
was a chance for her. If her distractions were better than his,
she would win.
"Oh, Bill. The timer. We'll need that, too." Bill nodded
and headed back for the kitchen. Jen took the opportunity to
address the audience. "I think I can guarantee you quite a show.
So pull up some seats and make yourselves comfortable. Although
two of you," she grinned and nodded at Wayne and Tim, "look a
little uncomfortable at the moment."
Nika took a quick look down at Tim's cock and her eyes went
wide. "Oh goody," she cooed and scampered down the hall. Back
she came with a condom and was busy rolling it on when Bill
returned with the timer. It was an electronic timer and could
thus be set to an exact time. Bill set it for two minutes and
placed it on the table. He looked up at Nika, who had finished
covering Tim.
"Is everyone ready?" He asked.
"Almost," replied Nika as she brought forward one of the
kitchen chairs which had been in use in the living room. She
placed a cushion for back support on it. "Tim, my toy, come here
and sit down. Yes, that's it, slouch a little." She then straddled
his legs and lowered herself slowly on his cock. "Ohhhh," she
sighed as she engulfed him and came to a rest on his lap. She
opened her eyes and smiled demurely at Bill and Jen. "Now I'm
comfortable. You can start." She turned her head, "Can you see
okay, Tim?" He told her he could and she smiled dreamily and
began to rock her hips slowly back and forth on his cock.
Wayne took a long look at the pair and concluded that this
was a good idea. He sent Sylvie for another condom, grabbed
another chair and cushion and was waiting when Sylvie returned.
His cock bobbed. "You know what to do - you just had a
demonstration." Sylvie went to work quickly, then gasped as
he pulled her down on him quickly, his cock entering her fully.
His hands moved quickly to her breasts and began kneading them
as she slowly rose and fell on his instrument of impalement.
Bill chuckled and shook his head. "Now that everyone is
ready, we can begin. Move. Pawn to King's fourth. You have two
minutes." He started the timer.
Jen looked at Bill. "One more thing, Bill."
"Now what is it? You want me to spot you a rook, do you?" He
was trying to get under her skin - she giggled - in more ways than
one.
"No. Just one more condition. No surrender, Bill. That okay?"
"Pardon?"
"No one resigns. We play it out to the bitter (or naked) end.
No matter what. We play until a checkmate."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He paused. "Say, what
if there's a Stalemate?"
Jen was surprised. She hadn't even considered that. "Then
all bets are off. Anything after that is by mutual consent."
"Agreed. I'll reset the timer for you - my last act of
charity for the night."
End of Part 3, Strip Chess, by Delta
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