Sin and Desire (19 page)

"Let's eat!" Carter said as he rang the boat's brass bell. Rocky wrestled off the cork of a bottle of champagne which went flying up to the captain's bridge (for the wine snobs, it was a fine little 1998 Dom that would cost me a week's wages for sure). Rock filled everyone's glasses with bubbly and we all raised our glasses to each other and the spectacular sunset. Bob Marley was doing his thing on the sound system. Is this heaven? Perhaps. 
Carter (who is really kind of a softie) raised his glass and said quietly, "To best friends".
Condor is a closet poet so he raised his glass after Carter's toast and stated loudly, "To friends: as long as we are able-to lift our glasses from the table." 
The toasts went around the table until it got to me. I tilted my glass at everyone and stated my favorite, "Salud, dinero y amor," (Get out your Spanish dictionaries).
We all sat down and dug into the food like knights at a medieval feast. The food was sooo good and it was pretty decadent using our fingers to eat. The wine was giving me a major buzz and the conversation was lighthearted and filled with friendly banter. 
Please allow me one more little aside that was really, really funny (are you getting tired of my detours?). I was feeding Art the Fart a strawberry dipped in whipped cream. Some whipped cream stuck on the side of his mouth which reminded Condor of a joke.
Condor is funnier than a rubber crutch when he's buzzed so he commanded our attention and told the following joke:
"A penguin is taking a road trip when his car suddenly breaks down. Luckily for him, he finds himself just down the street from a mechanic. So, he pushes his car to the shop and asks the mechanic to take a look. The mechanic tells him that it will probably take a little while to find the problem and asks him to come back in an hour. 
The penguin goes over to the supermarket, buys some fish sticks and vanilla ice cream, and spends the rest of the hour hanging out in the frozen section. After the hour is up, he waddles over to the mechanic's shop.
Seeing him come in, the mechanic walks over, and wiping his hands on a rag, says, 'Looks like you've blown a seal.'
The penguin blushes, wipes his beak with his flipper and says, 'No, it's just vanilla ice cream.'"
No shit, I'm not kidding, we literally cried with laughter. Tears streamed down my face. Every time we calmed down, one of us would take a fingertip of whipped cream and wipe it on a neighbor's chin. That went on so long my stomach hurt. Too funny.
We all pitched in to clean up the table. When we were done Carter rang his ship's bell again and announced in a pirate's voice, "Arrrrrr, mateys. All hands below decks before I keelhaul you!"
We all stumbled down the stairs; I needed a helping hand because those darn shoes. The yacht's salon was gorgeous. Nautical prints hung on the walls between the brass portholes. A glittering, mahogany trimmed bar displaying top shelf liquors dominated one end of the room. A round, glass-topped table sat in the middle of the room with six chairs. Poker chips and cards sat in the middle of the table.
"My friends," Carter began, "we never seem to need a reason to play poker, but today is a special day. Today just happens to be National Nude Day. In honor of such a momentous occasion, I propose that tonight we play Strip No Limit Texas Hole 'Em poker."
Have you ever seen one of those tacky cat clocks where the eyeballs and tail flick back and forth with every second? That's what my boys looked like after Carter's announcement. Flick at me, flick back to each other. It confirmed that they were all in on this gambit to get me naked, knowing my poor bluffing abilities. 
I broke the silence after a minute, clapped my hands and exclaimed, "What a great idea Carter! I'm looking forward to seeing your pathetic little weenies wagging in the salty air with all your chips in stacked in front of me."
Guffaws and chortling (and did I detect a little nervousness?) followed that statement as everyone grabbed a chair. Carter seemed a little taken-aback by my easy acquiescence but he forged ahead by announcing the modified rules. The way he tied in the strip part of the game was to allow the winner of each hand to point out one other player to take off one article of clothing. Additionally, the first person to fold in each round had to take a shot of tequila. 
The overall winner with all the chips would win the right to demand a special service of each loser (Carter gave examples like a car wash or being a chauffeur for a day). Everyone nodded their agreement and the chips were distributed evenly amongst us six players. 
I won't give you all the rules of Hole 'Em but one aspect of No Limit was that you could go 'All In'. That means you push all your remaining chips in the center of the table and force someone to call the same amount. If you lose you are out of the game. Thus, another modified rule Carter created was that the loser of an All In gamble had to strip off their remaining clothes and sit naked, watching the others finish the game.
We started the game with Carter, our host and leader, on the button. (I'm going to throw around all these poker terms like a pro-I know the rules-I just can't bluff worth a shit). The big blind was Rocky and the little blind was Art. I was after Art the Fart, Meat was on my left and Condor was last. 
The two hole cards were dealt and I took a quick peek. Hellooo bitches, I just got two very lovely queens. Since I was left of the little blind it was up to me to start. I chucked in chips to match the big blind and didn't meet anyone's eyes as I did it. Meat stayed in but Condor immediately folded and reached for the bottle of Patron and a shot glass that was sitting on the side table. Carter stayed in for the flop as did Rocky and Art.

The Flop is three, face-up community cards, which are combined with your hole cards to make the best poker hand. The flop cards were a Jack of Hearts, a deuce of clubs and a five of hearts. Damn, nothing. Art had matched the big blind so Rocky made a modest bet. Art and I called but Meat folded. Carter stayed in. 
The Turn is one card, face up. Uh oh, a Jack of Spades. Now everyone had a least two Jacks. What if one of these other monkeys had a hole Jack? God forbid, two. Grrr. Rocky again bet modestly, probably playing the rest of us along. Art wimped out but I tossed in my call bet. Carter stayed in too. Down to three players; may the best girl win.
Carter burned a card and slowly flipped over the River card. Thank you Jesus! It was a Queen which gave me a boat (that's a full house for you novices). I did everything I could to keep my face straight. I counted backwards by threes; I tried to remember all my grade school teacher's names; I even resorted to a Zen prayer I learned from one of my goofy professors in college. 
Rocky and Carter were eyeballing me like cattle buyers at an auction. After a long pause, Rocky pushed in a big damn stack and looked at me with a smile. I smiled back sweetly and matched his stack and then pushed out another equally big stack. Please, please, please don't have two hole Jacks. It's the only thing that can beat me. 
Carter immediately mucked his cards and sat back in disgust. He figured I wasn't bluffing. Rocky, however, had a pretty good investment in the hand. He might have pocket Kings or even Aces. He must have felt a little unsure because he called me rather than raising me again. 
Rocky flipped over his cards. Yep, pocket Aces. He grinned at me like a monkey masturbating in a zoo. Two pair. Good hand. BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH, as I tossed my cards face up. Rocky's face dissolved into a look of disbelief. The other boys hooted and hollered as they waited to see who I pointed out. There was no question; I pointed straight at cocky Rocky and said, "Off with something, dude."
His shirt came whipping over his head and he threw it disgustedly in the corner. Rocky had been so confident about the game that he was only wearing a shirt, shorts and no sandals. He glowered at the rest of us and growled, "My deal."
I should have known starting off so strong would come back to haunt me. The very next hand my hole cards were an unsuited 3 and 7. Ick. And I was the little blind so I was invested. I had zero confidence, Rocky's big stack in front of me and a lot of clothes on. I folded like a wet, paper bag and reached for my shot glass. 
Guess who won? Rocky. Guess who he pointed at after he won? Moi. Ok, boys, showtime. 
I stood up, reached under my baby doll dress and carefully pulled down my outer layer of panties. My competitors did not know about my diabolical plan yet so they watched in awe as they saw me give up my underwear so quickly. I inched my little girl cottons down very slowly and sat down to get them over my shoes. When I had them in hand I dropped them in the middle of the table. The boys came unglued when the saw the My Little Pony graphic. I thought poor Art the Fart was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.
I had terrible luck after the initial hand and I the guys were picking on me more than each other to take off clothes. I shed a shoe, then two. I lost a close hand to Carter and he pointed to me to undress further. Bye, bye baby doll dress. 
So, here I was down to my sheer white camisole, black panties (covering my sheer, white thong) and white stockings. This cami was so sheer there was very, very little left to the imagination. Granted, I don't have much upstairs but remember my gorgeous nipples! I was getting a little loopy with some of the shots I'd taken and I was getting a little aroused watching the boys shed some of their clothes. Thus, my little honeys were standing up like soldiers on parade. And the boys were not paying as much attention to their cards!
The next hand, I got really lucky with my hole cards and Meat was eyeballing my chest rather than his hand. He was also down to his skivvies and very few chips. We got down to a showdown and he went All In. Since he had so few chips it was an easy call. Busted big boy!
Little did these guys know that I would have so many articles of clothes on, get pretty lucky at times and have such outstanding little titties. Meat took it like a man going to the gallows. He stood up and turned away from me as he dropped his boxers. The other men had seen Meat's meat changing in the locker room and such. I, however, had never had the honor. 
I couldn't help it but when he turned around I squeaked like a little mouse cornered by a huge cat. I don't know who was redder in the face, him or me. His dick was long and thick and pink and veiny and OMG, every other adjective you can think up. Remember, I told you Meat could be a Chippendale dancer on his looks? It would be standing room only if word got around about his package. 
"Are you happy now, Nebraska?" Meat asked me. 
"Um, yes, thank you for asking," I replied looking at his crotch and then dissolved into giggles. 
One more round and sure enough, I was picked to strip. I stood up again and reached for my black panties. The boys looked confused about my choice until they saw that I had yet another pair of panties under them. A chorus of boos and hisses rained down on me. Art the Fart, being the anal accountant, asked for an immediate forfeit. Carter admitted that he didn't specify how many clothes a player could wear and ruled that the game should continue. 
Alexis, goddess of the seas, was now a vision in sheer white. My nipples were standing proud under the camisole. My legs were encased in beautiful lace-topped stockings. My bare pussy lips were now clearly visible under the sheer thong. There's one more thing about my body you need to know. It might be part of that compensation thing I speculated on earlier. 
When I get aroused and I mean really aroused, my little love button gets abnormally engorged. Normally a girl's clit is hidden behind the folds of her labia and/or pubic hair. I was really turned on by being on display like this. God, maybe I'm an exhibitionist at heart! Anyway, my clit was throbbing like rock concert speakers. I could feel it growing between my pressed together thighs, which only increased the stimulation. 
Conversation had stopped once again to allow for the boys to recover their senses. I glanced over at Meat and saw him cross his legs. This was so much fun it must be illegal. 
The game continued with me gaining ground because of my distractions. Condor busted out to Carter. Condor shed the rest of his clothes without much inhibition because he was getting pretty intoxicated with the shots. He had a nice looking, average size dick that seemed a little semi-hard at the moment (could that be from me?).
I lost a few hands and the boys really turned the heat on me. Both stockings were gone, leaving only my cami and thong. I nailed Art the Fart in an All In move. He stripped down quickly and proved that height didn't translate to his man show. Of course, Meat made everyone look puny. It was still cute as a bug though. Hee hee. 
Carter lost to Rocky and unsurprisingly Rocky picked me to strip. I stood up and did a little burlesque move, bumping and grinding as I pulled it over my head. I twirled it around my finger and the let it fly into Meat's lap. I swear his dick twitched when the warm, silky fabric landed on his namesake. 
All eyes were fastened on my hard, little chest nubs. I fanned myself with my hands and asked, "Is it just me or is it a little warm in here?"
"Let's finish the game," Carter finally croaked out. 
I knew my distractions were working when Rocky made a rookie mistake playing his cards. He went All In with nothing and I smacked him down hard. Rocky is not only muscular but very hairy too. When he dropped his Calvins I fumbled the shot glass I was playing with. Even his cock was muscular. Thick, not too long, but very thick. It looked like one of those really fat salamis at the deli. (I know I'm getting a little graphic here, but I've had quite a few shots and besides, don't you want to know too?)
Carter, the last man standing (actually sitting, but you get the point) had only his underwear left, just like me. Not surprisingly, he was wearing one of those expensive, European briefs that are high cut on the hips and basically hold the package in a thong kind of design. It was very distracting because he was sitting directly across the glass-topped table from me. His boys were cradled between his legs and I wanted to set them free if I could.
For my part, I knew that desperate times call for desperate measures. While the cards were being dealt, I hooked my feet behind the chair's legs and leaned forward as if I were really intense on the game. Naturally, my sweet little pussy was now front and center and with all the stimulation, my clit was swollen like nobody's business. By spreading my legs, the little trooper peaked out of its hiding place. The other thing that was happening to me was that in my excitement, I could feel myself get wet. My sheer thong clearly showed the stain. I could see Carter glance down though the table repeatedly.
My two cards flew across the table and I caught them under my hands. Carter and I were dead even in chip count so this could last a while if we both played conservatively. I leaned down close to my cards and peeked at them one at a time. Ace, Ace, Hail Mary, full of grace. I could visualize Carter's thong dropping to the floor before mine did. 
It was my bet; I was pretty loopy with Patron shots and I was very horny because of the naked men all around me. I decided to test Carter's resolve right away. I shoved every single chip I had in the middle and declared All In even before the flop. I was hugging myself with excitement and surreptitiously massaging my nipples. It felt so good I didn't care who was watching. 
Apparently Carter was watching because he barely looked at his cards. He was staring a hole through the table at my wet panties and licking his lips nervously. It was not like him to be so uncertain. Maybe I had bewitched him! Yes, that's it; I'm Glenda, Good Witch of the East!
The other men were egging Carter to call me and end the game one way or another. I know who they want to lose. Carter probably didn't have much in his hand but he couldn't wimp out in front of his friends. He pushed his chips next to mine and said, "Call; let's see 'em."
It was high noon at the OK Corral; I picked up my bullets and slapped them down on the glass table with a loud smack. Carter muttered, "Oh shit," and flipped over a deuce of clubs and ace of clubs. 
I'm not going to lie; my bare pussy was dripping with repressed sexual energy. I glanced down and saw a wet stain on the cushion of the chair-oops, what will the maid think?
I looked around the room at the other men and damned if all them didn't have some state of arousal going. I almost feel sorry for Meat's girlfriends; he is HUGE! 
The Flop hit the table and revealed a Jack of Hearts, an 8 of Diamonds and a 5 of Clubs. No apparent help for either of us. A card was burned and the Turn card was a 3 of Clubs. 
Uh oh. A little worm of dread crawled around in my tummy. Carter has a potential club flush and I'm still sitting on my Aces. 
I am literally pinching my poor little nipples now. I looked over at Carter's lap and he is absently stroking his cock. It appears that his bulge is going to outgrow the cute, black thong. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?
The final card is burned and the River card is poised to be turned over. Everyone is holding their breath as the final card is tipped over. 4 freaking of Clubs. I held my head with both hands and let my held breath go. Straight flush and Alexis, Queen of the High Seas, was toast. 
I peeked at Carter through my fingers and he was holding out his hand with his index finger extended. 
"Hang your thong on this hook Miss Alexis, por favor," he said softly. 
All righty then. I had tried every trick in the book and came up a little short. As in short of my panties very soon. I was still very turned on (and a bit intoxicated) so I got up from my chair a little wobbly. I hooked my thumbs under the floss and pulled the thong down far enough so that it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of one leg and then bent my other leg back so I could snag the thong with my fingers. 
Ooooh, it was wet and slippery. I reached across the table and hung the prized thong on Carter's finger. "Congratulations, Carter, you win. I'm your slave I guess. What do I have to do?" I asked with a little trepidation. 
The men were staring at me with shock and awe. My pale chest was flushed from the excitement of playing strip poker with five hunky men. I was totally naked; my nipples were bulging and my clit was throbbing and peaking through my pussy lips. As I scanned the room quickly, every one of them was either fully erect or nearly so. Meat was 10 inches of prime, grade A beef; Condor, Art the Fart and Rocky were each sporting nice woodies. 
Carter, even though he still had his own thong on, was spotting his underwear with a dot of pre-cum. He locked eyes with me and slowly brought my thong close to his face and inhaled my scent through his nose. I've never had an orgasm without some physical stimulation but I was very close at that moment.
"Um, I realize I'm supposed to name your payment for losing now, but I'm a little distracted at the moment. Condor, Meat, Art and Rocky; would you mind if I gave you your jobs tomorrow? I want Alexis to join me in my room for her assignment," he said without taking his eyes off mine. 
He held out his hand, silently asking me to walk with him. Friends, you know by now that I have a smart mouth and that I can hold my own with the men. I couldn't have said a word at that moment if my life depended on it. I quietly took Carter's hand and he led me to his captain's quarters. 
Everyone still with me? Ok, send the kids to bed. It's time to get really naughty. I'm officially Alexxxis for the next few paragraphs. All clear?