Chapter 13: The Poker Game
The final major event of the summer happened in the days just before school. I knew something was up when Jeff instructed me in what to wear. As per his instructions, I was wearing short shorts, a cropped tank top and reasonably conservative bra and panties. We were at his house and his parents were gone. Michelle was home, but she had said that she would be in her room the remainder of the night.
The doorbell rang and Jeff went to answer it. He came back with four guys we knew from school. They all greeted me when they came in, though they seemed surprised to see me. I was surprised to see them as well.
"Are you playing too?" John asked.
I looked at Jeff quizzically, and he replied for me. "Rachel, umm, lost a bet with me. As a result, she's agreed to be our serving girl for our poker game tonight."
I gave Jeff a look, but I didn't question him. "Wench, go make up some snacks while we start our game," Jeff demanded. The other's snickered at that, but I dutifully went into the kitchen and put some things together. When I got back into the room, I saw that they had divided up the chips and Jeff was dealing the first hand. I put the snacks on the table and waited for my next command.
"What's with the extra chips?" Neal asked, pointing to a small pile of chips near Jeff.
"Those are special chips," Jeff said. "You'll see what they are for later."
The play went around and around, and most people were remaining reasonably even. The exception was Jeff, who seemed to be on a losing streak. I continued to get the guys drinks and refill the snacks throughout the evening.
Finally, Jeff was nearly out of chips, and the pot was growing. There was a raise that he could not meet, and Jeff said, "How about I call your raise with this?" and he threw one of the small chips off his special pile into the pot.
"What is that worth?" Stephan asked.
"That chip represents Rachel's shirt," Jeff answered. "Whoever wins the pot gets to keep Rachel's shirt."
The room suddenly got quiet and I felt all eyes turn to me. As they played out the hand, I took a closer look at the pile of chips near Jeff. There were three other small chips. Those and the one in the pot were clearly for the four items of clothing that he had me wearing. Then there were three medium sized chips and one large chip. I didn't know what they were for, but my stomach was flipping as ideas went through my head.
The hand was quickly over, and Chris won the pot. They all looked at me as I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my bra. As I said, Jeff had dressed me in a fairly conservative bra, so it didn't show too much, but I knew that it would be coming off later.
Jeff threw the next chip in for his next hand; by silent agreement, his chip matched anything that the others put into the pot. As the hand played out, I looked around at the people sitting around the table.
The boys around the table formed a pretty diverse group. Chris, who was in possession of my shirt, was the youngest; he was going to be a junior this year. He was on a few of the sports teams and was dating a cheerleader, all in all a very popular guy; when he was a senior he'd probably be big man on campus.
Being a jock, he was in fairly good shape. He was well muscled, well put together and quite handsome. He was also a reasonably nice guy, but I had no doubts how he would react to whatever he was offered tonight.
Stephan was a different story. He was also going to be a senior, but he was not someone that I thought that Jeff hung out with. At first I was sort of surprised to see him here tonight, and then I realized what Jeff was up to. Stephan was a weasel. Whatever happened in this room tonight, it would be all over town by the next day. In fact, it would be blown out of proportion. If Stephan got to cop a feel, he would tell everyone that he did me and my sister at the same time, regardless of the fact that I don't have a sister. Upon reflection, I realized that Jeff's plan was ingenious. People would not believe what Stephan said, but they would know that something happened.
Neal and John were both close friends of Jeff's, and consequently, I knew them pretty well too. Neal was tall and gawky, but in a good looking sort of way. He was a bookworm, somewhat of a nerd, but a nice guy. John was closer in model to Jeff; he didn't reside in any particular clique, but rather floated around all of them. He wasn't a jock or a nerd, but he could communicate reasonably well with either group.
After looking around I realized what this poker game was: my coming out party. Despite what people said or didn't say, believed or didn't believe, after this night people would know that Rachel Miller was a slut. Jeff had better hurry this game up, or by the time he got to my panties they would be a sodden mess.
"Rachel!" I heard Jeff say. I looked up and I realized that the hand was over, and Stephan had won. "Shorts," Jeff said, and I slipped off my shorts.
My embarrassment increased as I realized that I had a wet spot clearly visible on my panties, and my smell was wafting around the room. Of course that simply made everything worse.
I was down to just my bra and panties and Jeff anted up another chip. I watched the play this time, and soon John had won the hand. All eyes turned to me again as I reached behind me and opened my bra. With a red face, I slipped the garment down my arms and handed it to John. Everyone stared at my pierced nipples.
"Rachel, please freshen up everyone's drinks and snacks before our next hand," Jeff instructed. I went around to each person's seat and retrieved their cup. Everyone was taking a good, long look at my body, except for Stephan who tried to feel up my ass.
Jeff must have been on the lookout for this behavior, because he said sharply, "No touching!" Stephan, being the weasel that he was, quickly backed off.
Despite the no touching rule, there was a certain amount of brushing of bare flesh that happened when I bent over or leaned between people. All too quickly the snacks and drinks were refilled and they were on to the last hand.
Jeff threw the last small chip into the pot and dealt the cards. There must have been some fairly good hands, because the raises and calls brought the pot up fairly quickly. In the end, everyone flipped their cards, and I was relieved to see that Jeff had won the big pot. As Jeff raked his chips in, Stephan said in a disappointed tone of voice, "You get to keep the chip?"
"Oh, no," Jeff said, "Once a chip is in play, it's in play." He held out his hand to me, indicating that I should remove my panties. I could feel the blush spreading from my face to my stomach as I slipped the panties down my legs and off my feet. I bent over to pick them up, then I handed them to Jeff.
Jeff took my panties and held them up to his nose, sniffing deeply. "Mmmmm, moist and warm," he said. "Perfect."
"Holy shit," Stephan exclaimed. "You've got a tattoo." He was pointing my SLUT tan mark. At the beginning of the summer Jeff had sunburned the word SLUT into my skin, and during the summer he took every opportunity to refresh it. As a result, the word was quite visible on my white skin. I would have expected Jeff to make me tan nude, but he never did. He insisted on bikinis, and as a result I had white triangles around my nipples and pussy, which made the SLUT stand out even more.
I attempted to cover my pussy with my hands, but a stern look from Jeff stopped me. The boys all drooled over me for a while before Jeff started dealing the next hand. Since Jeff now had more regular chips, he started betting those instead of one of the four remaining chips. This went on for about another 45 minutes, with me serving the food naked.
Jeff's luck, however, appeared to still be bad, as he was soon down to almost no chips. Finally the pot got too large for him to meet, and he threw one of the three medium sized chips into the pot. Everyone looked at each other before John asked, "What does that chip get us?"
Jeff smiled and said, "The winner of this chip sits out the next hand. While us losers are playing, Rachel will be under the table, blowing the winner."
Everyone, including me, gasped at that pronouncement. This was it; my first cock other than Jeff's. And while the others were looking at me in anticipation, I was looking at the other chips that Jeff had: two more blowjobs, and then a final, larger prize.
Jeff dealt the cards, and I watched as the betting increased, but no one was really interested in the money. They wanted the chip. Finally the cards were turned over and John won the chip. He looked at me goofily while Jeff said, "Next hand. Have fun John!" Jeff turned to look at me, and I walked over to John and knelt down next to him. I crawled under the table and got between his legs.
One good thing about this setup was that no one would be watching me. I unfastened John's pants and pulled down his zipper. I pulled out his cock, which was a nice size, though smaller than Jeff's. I played with it a minute while I examined it, then I got down to the deed. I heard the play above me, and I knew I would soon be servicing another guy.
I took the head of John's cock into my mouth and I heard a sharp gasp and a groan from above me. "Good, isn't she?" Jeff asked crudely.
John only groaned in response, but I took perverse pride in the fact that Jeff announced that I was good at blowjobs. He had always said that I would learn to be real good with practice, and I guess that his comment demonstrated that he felt I was good enough to share. With that thought in mind, I attacked my task with even greater vigor. Given the events of the day, it was not surprising when John groaned loudly and dumped a salty load in my mouth after just a few minutes.
Just before he came, however, I heard an exultant "Yes!" from above. When I had finished with John, I saw that Stephan's cock was already out of his pants, but I heard Jeff confirm, "Stephan next. Will you be joining us this round, John?"
"I need one more hand to rest," John replied, and I felt proud again that I had drained him so well.
I moved over to Stephan and took his prick in my hand. It was a smaller prick than John's, and it didn't look particularly clean. But a girl's got to do what her owner tells her to do, so I took the head in my mouth. I had sucked him up and down maybe twice when he groaned and spurted in my mouth. I had heard that the taste of cum differs by what a person eats, so Stephan must have been eating some real foul food, because his cum did not taste good at all!
"So fast," Jeff asked. "We didn't even get to play the next hand!" Stephan just pushed me away, put his dick back in his pants, and went to the bathroom.
"You might as well stay down there," Jeff told me. "Let's see who'll win this one." It was just Jeff, Neal, and Chris in this hand, so it went a little faster. There wasn't much chatter as they called; no one seemed interested in raising, they just wanted it over. In the end, I heard Neal groan in disappointment.
"Chris it is," Jeff said, and I crawled over there. Chris turned out to be about the size of John, but he lasted quite a bit longer. I enjoyed the feel of his cock in my mouth, and when he eventually came, I happily swirled his cum around my mouth to get rid of Stephan's taste.
"Come on out," Jeff said, and I crawled out from under the table and went to stand near Jeff. "There's some cum on your chin," he told me, and I wiped it off with my hand and unconsciously licked the remains off of my fingers. All the boys chuckled at that.
Stephan was back at the table when Jeff started the next hand. Everyone anted up, and Jeff threw in the last large chip. Neal, who had not won anything of mine yet, asked, "What is the big one for?"
"This one," Jeff said, holding up the chip, "is good for one extra special fuck from our dear Rachel." Another large gasp went around the room, and I moaned. You have to remember that before today, everyone knew me as the Ice Princess, the girl you couldn't even get to first base with. Now my sexual services were being used as currency, and not even in a very high stakes game.
Everyone anted up and the play went around quickly. When the deal was over, everyone started turning their cards over. For a minute, to my horror, it looked like Stephan would win with three of a kind, but then Jeff flipped over a full house.
"Well, for an unlucky day, I certainly ended up lucky!" he said, and he grabbed my hand. "You guys can play another few hands; we'll be back later." Jeff pulled me out of the room and into his bedroom. He threw me on the bed, and I noticed that he had not closed the door behind him.
"How does my little humiliation slut feel?" Jeff asked me. "Did today's activities make you wet?"
"You know it did!" I panted. I ran my fingers through my pussy and spread the juices on his face. "I'm so glad it was you that won me, though!"
"Today it was me," he said, kissing me soundly. "Another day... who knows?"
I groaned as he sank his cock into me. "I want to hear you," he whispered in my ear. "I want them to hear you. If I don't think that they know exactly what is going on up here, when I am done I will whip you, and they will see what kind of pain slut you really are!"
I didn't know if that was a promise or a threat, but I was feeling so good that I was willing to give him anything that he wanted.
"Oh, fuck me Jeff!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Slam me hard! Hurt your slut! Fuck me till I can't walk anymore." The next few minutes were mostly grunts and groans. Then I remembered the command and I started yelling, "I'm so close! I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum! Stick your finger up my ass. Fuck my ass. Spank me. Please make me cuuuuuuuuum!" The thought of all those boys hearing me cum gave me such a strong orgasm!
I might have cum, but Jeff was going strong. I kept yelling encouragements, telling him to cum deep inside his slut, but when he came, he pulled almost all the way out and came shallowly in me. The last two spurts, in fact, were on my pussy, not in it.
He collapsed next to me, breathing heavily, and he told me, "Don't touch that cum. I want you to wear it proudly when we go downstairs."
We rested for a few more minutes, then I licked his cock off and we walked downstairs, hand in hand. When we got downstairs, it was clear that not a lot of card playing had been going on. They all watched as we came down, and they all were looking between my legs, where Jeff's cum was dripping out of me.
Jeff collapsed in his chair, and I stood next to him. "Listen guys," he said. "I'm pretty beat. Maybe we should call it a night." Chris snorted, but Neal looked pretty depressed.
"Neal," Jeff said, "since Rachel doesn't have any clothes, would you mind walking her home, so that she doesn't get into any trouble? I'm sure she will compensate you appropriately."
I stared at Jeff. "You mean I don't get my clothes back?"
"Of course not," Jeff said. "These fine gentlemen won them. They belong to them. Unless you want to work something out with them?"
I looked at the boys staring at me hungrily and realized that a short walk next door in the buff was not that big a deal. "No, that's OK. I'll go with Neal."
"Great!" Jeff said. He walked Neal and me to the back door, but before we left he whispered to me, "I want you to suck him off, and when he cums, I want you to spray it on your face and tits. Then I want you to go in and sleep naked, without cleaning yourself off. I want you to wake up in the morning realizing what your school year will be like."
I shuddered at the thought, but nodded to him. I took Neal's hand and walked out the door with him. I actually felt bad for Neal. He is a nice guy, but he got shafted at the table tonight, or rather, he didn't get a chance to shaft me. I was glad that I was able to do something for him.
Neal walked me the few hundred feet to my back door, and nice guy that he was, he said, "You don't have to do anything."
"I know," I said, "but I want to." I dropped to my knees on the grass and opened his pants. When I pulled out his cock I was surprised to find that it was nearly as big as Jeff's!
"Mmmmm, I am going to like this," I said. I licked around the cock and then took it into my mouth. While his staying power was slightly better than the other's, he also did not last too long. He started cumming before I was ready, and the first shot went into my mouth, but all the rest painted my face and body. I was sure that he came more than any of the other's at the table tonight. When he was done, I cleaned his cock off with my mouth, tucked him away, and stood up. He was very happy that he had gotten a turn, and he was smiling happily as I kissed his cheek, said good-night, and slipped quietly inside. My mother was asleep, so I went into my room and climbed into bed.
As I lay in bed, I replayed the night in my head. I touched the cum pooled over my body as I masturbated. I came at least three times before I fell into an exhausted sleep.