Erica picked up a pair of 6s and 4s with a 9 kicker and just called. The others folded around to Christa, who raised.
Erica looked into the blonde beauty's nervous green eyes. Based off her other bets, she put Erica on a strong draw, either a flush or straight with a lot of face cards.
"All in" Erica said coolly, knowing she had Christa covered. Christa sounded like she cursed under breath as she weighed her options.
"Ca-call" she finally said. Erica discarded the 9, but picked up a useless 7. Christa also just drew one card, and showed her other cards first. She had an Ace, King, Queen, and 9, all diamonds.
Erica showed her hand quickly, not want to slow roll (or be accused of slow rolling) a friend. Christa decided to be a bit more theatrical since she didn't know her own hand yet, and gradually lifted her fifth card up for Erica to see.
Erica grinned. "Red, but not a diamond. You drew the Ace of Hearts."
Christa heart went down like the Titanic as she confirmed it and her friends chuckled. She threw her cards into the muck in disgust and exclaimed "Fuck me!"
"We don't have to go that far, Chris. Just bare it all," Lisa said, and was rewarded with more laughs.
Christa's face was beet red, but she was a woman of her word. She took off her socks, revealing dainty feet before pull her blue shirt over head. Her stomach had become somewhat chubby since her freshman year, but still smooth.
Christa took a moment to decide between pulling down her jeans or undoing her black bra, before a couple of whistles and cat calls cause her to choose her bra in a huff. "Yea, shaddup!" she said jokingly.
Erica ogled her friends well-rounded boobs with small, pink nipples that jiggled slightly as she moved to take off her tight blue jeans. Despite her chagrin, she turned around and pulled down the jeans in a stripteasy way. It was a lovely sight as Christa's curvy legs lead to an attractive booty that reminded Erica of Scarlett Johansson's.
"We'll need to play some music for the next time," Erica suggested and just caught Erica's jeans being thrown at her.
"I said be quiet," Christa said, apparently having adopted a persona to coop with her embarrassment. At last, she pulled down her black underpants. Erica checked out her friends' heart-shaped, blond pubic hair before she sat back down.
"So, now what? I play some more, and if I lose then its forfeit time?" Christa asked and adjusted herself a couple of times so her vulva and nipples were obscured.
After a bit of discussion, it was decided that she could have more chips, but a lose was a forfeit decided by the player who felted her. If she doubled her stack and/or knocked out another player, she could put on an article of clothing.
"I'll try not to make it too traumatic, Chris," Erica teased as the cards were dealt.
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