Poker. It's my game. A lot of people call me an addict, but I just enjoy the thrill of risking it all, for the chance of winning it all.
I play with a few of my friends, we get very serious, large stacks of cash are often passed around. And before you ask, yes, we have played Strip Poker a number of times, with the help of a few bottles of wine, of course! We often play on after we lose all of our money, running into 'dare' wagers instead. Basically, if we lose the hand, we have to perform a pre-chosen dare, if we win, we get the money still!
A simple system, but it can get interesting when the stakes rise. A few weeks ago, my friends and I were all playing a game. It got intense, I won't bore you with the details, but I bet all my money and lost it. But I didn't want to stop there. I went into the dares. They started small, Richard bet $5, everyone else threw in $5 too, so I had to agree to drink some off milk we had in the fridge. But it didn't end there, I had a good hand, we played on. The bets mounted, the dares, the forefeits, got bigger and better.
By the 4th round of betting, I had agreed to flash the first person I found outside. My friend, Christie, had bet all of her money and had started on small bets too, she was to let the lads feel her boobs if she lost. But still, it kept going.
The final round, the lads had all put in $700, so I had to accept a dare worthy of the money, if I were to stay in the game. The lads, with their dirty minds, decided I would have to streak a baseball game! I couldn't believe what they had said! But Christie sounded enthusiatic when they said her forfeit would be to flash in front of the cameras. Not to be out done, I accepted the bet.
I lost. Christie lost too. Richard took all the winnings, but all the lads were grinning ear to ear, already thinking ahead to my athletic ass and firm, C-cup breasts, swaying as I ran through the half-time break. |