Her grin widened. "Strip poker."
The room went silent for a beat.
"Claire!" Natasha exclaimed, her face turning bright red.
Maya choked on her drink, she nearly dropped her beer glass.
And me? I just stared at Claire, wondering if I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life inviting them here or maybe I will have the best night of my life.
Natasha's cheeks turned a shade of crimson, her fingers nervously adjusting her glasses. Maya raised an eyebrow, smirking as if she expected nothing less from Claire. Even Claire herself maintained a mischievous grin, holding her drink high in a mock toast.
And me? I leaned back, letting the suggestion settle for a moment before I flashed a confident grin. "Alright," I said, shrugging. "Let's play."
My nonchalant response caused Claire to giggle. Natasha, on the other hand, choked on her drink, muttering, "I should've stayed home..."
We gathered around the table, shoving the snacks and drinks to the side to make room for the cards. The mood was a mix of anticipation, amusement, and nervous energy.
"Okay, rules are simple," Claire began, shuffling the deck with exaggerated flair. "Each round, the person with the lowest hand loses a piece of clothing. Got it?"
Natasha groaned, clearly regretting every life choice that led her to this moment. "What if someone loses everything?"
Claire winked at her. "Then they better hope they're good at bluffing."
The first few rounds were relatively tame. Natasha lost her socks almost immediately, muttering something about how unfair the game was. Maya lost her jacket, rolling her eyes as Claire cheered obnoxiously. I managed to keep my clothes intact for now, but Claire's strategy was dangerous—she was bluffing so well that even I was losing focus.
By the fourth round, Natasha was sitting in just her blouse, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. Claire had lost her skirt and was in her bra and panties, completely unfazed. Maya had peeled off her pants, leaving her in a her panty and a loose t-shirt that swayed every time she leaned forward to take a drink.
"Natasha, your poker face is terrible," Claire teased, sipping her beer.
Natasha glared at her. "Excuse me for not being a professional gambler like you!"
Maya chuckled. "Relax, Natasha. It's not like we're streaming this live."
Claire snorted sipping more beer. "But imagine the views."
As the game progressed, things started to unravel—quite literally. Maya lost her pants next, grumbling as she adjusted her oversized t-shirt to cover her thighs. Natasha, after a disastrous hand, was left in nothing but her panties. Her face was so red I was worried she might faint.
"This is ridiculous!" Natasha exclaimed, crossing her arms tightly over her boobs to cover it.
Her hand was looking small over those large breats doing their best to atleast keep the nipples hidden.
"Ohh my...look at those balls, I like to tease them
" Claire said, grinning as she leaned over to high-five her.
"Shut up and keep your hand with yourself." Natasha said pouting which only made Claire crack more jokes on her.
I wasn't immune, either. After a particularly bad round, I had to remove my shirt. Claire's eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, but she quickly hid it by dealing the next round.
And then it happened. Claire, cocky as ever, played an overconfident hand and lost.
"Off with it!" Maya teased, pointing to her bra.
Claire shrugged, unhooked it without hesitation, and tossed it across the room. "Not my fault you're all amateurs," she said, clearly trying to act casual. But even she couldn't ignore the way everyone's eyes widened.
Natasha buried her face in her hands. "Why am I even here?"
The final round was pure chaos. Claire, now completely naked, leaned back against the bed's edge as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Maya managed to keep her t-shirt on but had nothing else left. Natasha, somehow, still clung to her last shred of dignity—her panties.
And me? I was down to my underwear, trying my best not to let my embarrassment show.
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"Alright, one last drink!" Claire declared, reaching for the beer. But as she did, her gaze lingered on me.
Her expression shifted. Her usual playful smirk faded, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. Her eyes traveled over my chest, my abs, as if seeing me for the first time.
"You..." she murmured, leaning closer. "You smell so good."
"Uh, Claire?" I said, trying to laugh it off. But she didn't stop.
Her fingers brushed against my arm as she rested her head on my shoulder.
"And you feel so good," she whispered, her voice heavy with drunken honesty.
Before I could even process what was happening, Claire tilted her face upward and pressed her lips to mine.
Natasha's gasp was audible, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.
Maya cleared her throat dramatically. "Uh, Claire? Sharing is caring, you know."
Claire pulled back slightly, her eyes half-lidded as she giggled. "What? It's not like I'm stealing him and you guys have boyfriend's as well."
Maya rolled her eyes, stood up, and marched over to me.
"Shut up, my turn," she said, grabbing my face with both hands.
Before I could finish, Maya leaned in and kissed me, her lips lingering a moment longer than Claire's.
When she pulled away, she smirked. "There. Fair's fair."
I sat there, utterly confused, my head spinning.
"Definitely not! You kissed him longer than I did." Claire said, raising eyebrow at Maya.
"Your fault." Replied Maya.
"Ohh, is that so?" Said Claire, pushing her over ne and smooching me. Her hands roamed over my body and soon rubbing my dick.
"Look at this slut." Said Maya, as she also joined Claire to shower affection to me
I groaned, grabbing Claire's ass and before I knew it, we were on bed and Claire was below me as I leaned over her squeezing her boobs and kissing her.
While Maya from behind kissing my shoulders. I turn my face and kissed her in response.
Natasha flabbergasted and her face beet red, looking at us.
"What are you guy doing...."
The night had taken a bizarre, unexpected turn, and as much as I wanted to make sense of it all, I couldn't deny one thing—this was going to be a memory none of us would ever forget.