You sucked at cards, everyone knew this, and you knew everyone knew this, so you never played cards.
But nothing was ever simple when she was involved.
You were a totally open book to her, unable to hide anything and completely, utterly, head over heels for her.
You knew your limits so when she asked if you wanted to join her and her friends for a poker night you were wary, you knew you'd lose, and badly, but an evening with her was worth it so you came along.
But when you got there, she revealed the catch, it wasn't just regular poker, it was strip poker. A chance to see her in her underwear or less was within your grasp, and all you had to do was lock in and play cards like you never had before.
And you did, you played like you'd never even heard of the game.
And before you knew it you were down to your underwear, your opponents having lost only a sweater or at most a pair of jeans.
And she hadn't lost a single hand.
But then you had your break, you had a straight, surely this would be your chance to get back on top, you bet it all, risking full nudity in front of your crush and her friends.
And then she showed her hand.
A Royal Straight Super Flush Deluxe with a Four of a kind kicker.
There was nothing you could do, other than strip.
But she offered you a way out, and a way to keep playing, and it even meant you could wear clothes again.
They would just have to be the clothes she picked out.
You didn't like the idea but you didn't like being naked either so you played along once again, at least this meant you still had a chance to see her strip too.
So you played, and being naked and anxious didn't help your already substandard skills so of course, once again you started to lose.
And every time you lost the girls picked something out for you to wear
They worked from the basics up, starting with a sexy lingerie set, then a cute little miniskirt and tight fitting crop top.
But as they dressed you, something strange happened.
You felt bolder, more confident, more sure of yourself, and you started winning some hands, even causing your crush to lose her top.
It went both directions for a while, the girls did your makeup, picked you out some stockings, even a cute pair of kitten heels, suspiciously perfectly in your size but you got a few hands off them, getting them to remove skirts and blouses, leggings and one girl even took off her bra.
But eventually it came down to you and your crush, and once again she knocked you out, but it had been fun and you had gotten to see her in her lingerie, even if the cost had been her getting to see you in her lingerie too.
But when you asked for your clothes back so you could head home, she looked confused.
She won those clothes. They were hers now and you weren't getting them back.
But she assured you it was okay, you could keep the ones you were wearing for your journey home, after all...
They suit you so much better.