“Something wrong little man?” Ashley asks in a mocking voice. “Getting a bit nervous? Chilly?”

“Just show your hand,” you sneer.

You would give anything to wipe that arrogant smirk off her face. “Damn,” you think to yourself, “how can anyone so annoying be so smoking hot.” As one of your Marine friends use to say, “the pretty ones are always the evil ones.”

It is inconceivable that this spoiled, pretentious, tree-hugging, air-head, feminist, might actually beat you in poker! The cards don’t lie, however, and Ashley has literally beaten the pants off you.

You both started off with six pieces of clothing, but to your surprise Ashley has turned into a formidable opponent. You have lost five pieces of clothing to but her two. The sexy dirty haired blonde is down to a white tank top t-shirt, old jeans and you guess a bra and panties. This is the first time you have seen her out of her usual conservative business suit and Ashley in a tight tank top is quite a sight. Not only does it show that her breasts are larger then you thought, but the t-shirt is a bit on the short side, which exposes a bit of her sexy ripped abdomen.

You are showing much more, however, as you sit on a folding chair wearing but your white underpants. You try not to stare at her body, wanting to concentrate on the game and not to encourage her already immense ego. Besides, you are trying to fight off a slowly growing erection.

You look at your hand, two pair, nines and sixes.