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Beaten at His Own Game

As Cathy slowly dealt the cards, Jason contemplated
his predicament. When he challenged Cathy to a
game of strip poker, he was surprised when she accepted
his challenge. He had never really considered
the possibility that he might lose. He was a tease and
just wanted to be able to brag about his
conquests. He had challenged other girls, in the past,
but none of them had taken him seriously.

Cathy just wanted to put Jason in his place.
She knew that she had just as much of a chance to
beat him at poker as he had of beating her.

Jason's situation was all too obvious. His last
hand had cost him his jeans. His bravado was wearing off.
He had considered the possibility of trying to weasel
out of the game but he knew that he would never hear
the end of it. Cathy was waiting and he knew what she
wanted. He reluctantly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
Cathy watched intently as he stripped them off and
surrendered them to her.

Cathy smiled as she enjoyed the fruits of
her success. Jason was sitting on the sofa,
across from her, wearing only his white briefs.
His usual smile was gone, as she studied
the outline of his cock as it strained against
the front of his briefs.

Cathy knew that this was the turning point in their
game. Jason looked so helpless in his underpants.
Cathy knew that she would not offer him any mercy.

Jason had never felt this vulnerable before.
He had lost at poker before but not like this.
He glanced at the pile of "his" clothes
at Cathy's side. Wearing only his briefs, Jason was
beginning to feel "the agony of defeat".

Cathy confidently dealt the cards. Jason stared at the
backs of the cards as Cathy finished dealing. Her
confidence was chilling. Jason reluctantly picked
up his cards. Cathy looked for Jason's reaction, when
he looked at his cards. When his cock stiffened, Cathy
knew that Jason's briefs would soon be joining the pile
of clothing at her side.

Jason discarded three cards. Cathy dealt him three
cards and took two for herself. Jason nervously
picked up his cards and looked at them.

Cathy peeked at her cards and then placed them,
face down, on the coffee table. She waited for Jason
to show his cards. Jason dropped his cards on the table,
Jack high.

Cathy smiled as she turned over her cards, one by one.

Two of diamonds.

Nine of clubs.

Six of spades.

Four of hearts.

Nine of diamonds.

"Jason", Cathy said, "I believe that you owe me something"


 

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