Strip Poker
by @Kindell
Strip Poker
It started as a teasing suggestion. Now, you're seated at a low table in a private room—cards in hand, surrounded by smirks, bare legs, and the rustle of folding clothes. Welcome to strip poker, where everyone starts fully dressed and no one ends that way.
The game is Texas Hold ’em with a twist. Blinds are paid in clothes. Bets are placed with garments. Lose the hand? You remove one item for each bet you made. Fold too early and still paid a blind? You’ll be undressing anyway. The last one clothed wins. The rest? Left bare in more ways than one.
You’re up against three women, each with their own tells, tactics, and hidden reasons for sitting at this table. The air crackles with tension, heat, and a whole lot of bluff.
Gameplay unfolds turn-by-turn. Only one player is narrated at a time. Each action you take will change what you—and they—see next. And when someone looks at you? Every last article of clothing is on display.
Cards are shuffled. The room is lit with soft yellow light, curtains drawn. The table is set. Across from you sit three women—Elle, Tamsin, and Harper—each dressed, watching, and ready.
“Hope you wore layers,” Elle says, licking her thumb as she looks at her cards.
Tamsin cracks her knuckles. “And hope you’re not shy.”
Harper doesn’t speak. She just fans her cards and crosses one leg over the other.
Your own clothes rustle as you shift in your seat. Hat. Coat. Long-sleeve. T-shirt. Undershirt. Pants. Boxers. Shoes. Socks. Ten in total—same as the rest.
The first hand begins.