“That’s not fair. I don’t have anything else to bet. Please. Just lend me the money.”
“I’ll buy your top for five chips. Or you can fold.”
“Look, I can’t fold with this hand. Honey, I’ll give you my top if I lose… if that’s what you really want… for me to show my breasts to all your friends.”
I slid the chips over in answer to her question and saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes. She wanted to lose.
“I guess it doesn’t really doesn’t matter, honey. I can’t lose with this hand.”
I put down my 2 Queens. Rick showed us his 3 Jacks. Joanne put down 2 Ace’s and 2 King’s, and went to collect the money in the pot.
“Not so fast dear. Rick has a higher hand than yours.”
I explained to her why she lost but we both knew it was an act on her part. Joanne had a convincing look of shock on her face and stared at me with her mouth open.
“That can’t be. Ohmygod… do I have to take off my top with everyone watching? You wouldn’t make me do that, would you honey?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, but a bet is a bet.”
With a look of resignation on her face, Joanne stood, slipped her fingers under the bottom of her top and lifted until her exquisite breasts bounced free. She dropped it on the floor. She let everyone get an eyeful of her gorgeous melons before crossing her arms to cover them with a sheepish pout on her face.
Joanne sat down and put in her ante for the next hand with the two remaining chips she still had. Mike upped the ante. She looked over at me with pleading eyes.
“Honey, I have a real good hand this time. Please, just a few more chips.”
“I’m sorry, babe. Do you have anything else to sell me? Your skirt is probably worth ten chips.”
Joanne stood up with her arms still covering her tits. She looked at me with a pout still on her face, but I could see the playfulness in her eyes. She loved every second of the show.
“You’re not going to make me take off my skirt are you, because I’m not going to fold.”
I slid the chips over to her place. Looking back at me defiantly, but with a twinkle in her eye, Joanne reached behind and pulled down the zipper. She wiggled the skirt down her hips and then let it fall to the floor around her ankles. The sight before us was sensual beyond description. I had seen it before, but it always took my breath away.
Her shaved pussy puffed out from between her legs like a swollen plum. The two halves of her mound were separated by a gash down the middle with glistening pink folds peeking out from their secret hiding place. Her curved hips tapered into a flat athletic stomach. Her full breasts fell like melons with dark pink nipples at the tip.
Just to make sure that everyone had a full view of her goodies, Joanne turned and walked slowly over to the bar. The shapely spheres of her creamy ass, separated by a dark crevice down the middle, swayed sensually as she glided gracefully away still wearing her heels. She poured herself a shot of vodka, drained it and poured another. She returned to the table glaring at me with a pencil and paper in hand.