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Dirty Poker - Part One of Two
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****** Dirty Poker *****
Copyright 1994 by [email protected]
Part One: The Outing
It was Saturday morning and a warm spring front had settled over
Chicago. Temperatures were running high both outside and in my
small apartment. My friend Dana had called and asked if I
wanted to go with her and our friends out to their lake cabin.
The thought of leaving the city and getting off pavement was just
what the doctor ordered, and I quickly and anxiously packed my
overnight bag and met her at her flat.
As we drove out of the urban sprawl, we passed more and more
green trees, bubbling streams and black farmland. The sun was
drying the ground, soaked from the series of Spring showers that
had previously dominated the skies. This was the first road trip
of the year, and after a winter of northern life indoors it was
good to get out in nature again!
About midday we arrived at her friends cabin. It rested along the
shores of a small lake... almost a pond, really. Although the
lake was still too cold for swimming, the sunshine made it feel
like late June and we had packed our swimsuits anyway... perhaps
hoping to loose the post-winter white complexion that so
dominated the area.
We walked up to the house, our sandaled feet carefully avoiding
the mud puddles in the yard.
Steve and Candi were already there and had a picnic lunch packed
up for us. Candi slipped on her Dr. Scholl's and clopped
across the porch and down the path to the grassy spot where we had
picnicked so many times last year. The flat, grassy plain led
up to a small stream that fed the lake and there had been a
sand bar that was perfect for campfires, sunning, etc. However,
the recent rains had caused the stream to swell and the sand bar
was nowhere to be seen. The higher water had saturated the
surrounding soil and as we approached, Candi's foot suddenly
squished through the surface. "EEEwww!" she squealed as she
extracted her now black foot, her perfectly painted toenails
indistinguishable from her skin. She quickly retreated back a
few feet, and declared that to be the new picnic site.
As Steve and I set up the blankets, and started to unpack the
coolers, Dana kicked off her sandals and helped Candi find a
place to wash off her squishy foot. Along the way, they ventured
inward, Dana leading the way, exploring the boundaries of solid
and muddy land. Soon they returned, pretty much clean except for
a couple of tiny muddy smudges on Dana's legs.
"Honestly, Dana," Candi scolded, "you just can't stay out of
mud, can you?"
"Nope!" she replied with a big grin. "I don't want to grow up!"
It was true. Like me, Dana couldn't resist playing the
explorer, which usually ended up in getting into some soft mud.
Several times we had gotten in some rather deep and sticky
situations, and discovered some very sexy activities in the
process. This time, Dana had discovered a section of the bank
of the stream that upon becoming waterlogged from the spring
rains had slid down, forming a large, slick, black, mud flat.
We spread out on the blanket, and enjoyed the food and several
wine coolers, soaking up the warm rays. After a while we all
were laying in our swimsuits: Dana in her black string bikini
and Candi, feeling a little self conscious about Dana's
plentiful build as compared to her more modest B cup, in a bright
one-piece. Steve looked at me with grin of contentment: we both
appreciated the finer points of both Dana and Candi, and when
combined with an abundance of wine coolers and sunshine we
realized that life didn't get much better!
After laughing, lounging and generally being lazy for a while,
Candi pulled her ever present deck of cards from her bag and
sounded the chime: "Poker, anyone?"
Ever since the past Thanksgiving, when Steve and I taught the
girls how to play poker, and Candi found that she had a natural
knack for the game (as well as incredible luck); she couldn't get
enough of the game. Through the winter, we played almost every
week, sometimes for small change, sometimes for drinks, and even
a one game of strip poker, which ended with Candi
"selling" everyone's clothes back for "favors". Dana had to
give her a complete manicure/pedicure (Candi had a reputation for
having the most beautiful hands and feet in Chicago) while I gave her
a hot oil massage. As the combined effect of strong hands working
over her body and freshly manicured nails intoxicated her, she
purred (and even at one moment quietly moaned) until
she rolled over with fire in her eyes, waved good bye to us and
beckoned Steve... his payment was due!
"So what should the stakes be?" I asked.
"I'm broke" Dana lamented.
"We're already buzzing... drinks wouldn't do much good" I added.
"I'd suggest strip poker ... but we're pretty much there
already." Steve interjected, his eyes surveying Dana's exposed
skin. We all laughted in remembrance.
"Well, we need *something* to liven the game up... how *else* am
I supposed to be challenged" Candi goaded. Steve & I groaned.
"O.K., Ms. poker queen," Dana said. "Since we're almost naked
anyway, how about 'mud poker'?"
Candi's eyes grew wide and her face grimaced. "*Mud* poker?? Ew,
I don't know about that..."
"Yea, " Dana explained enthusiastically as she made up the rules.
"It would be kind of the opposite of Strip Poker. We could
play along the edge of the mud flat, and when someone would loose,
they'd have to 'put on' the appropriate item of 'mud clothing'.
The losers would be the ones covered in mud."
"I don't know..." Candi mussed looking at her perfect toes.
"I just got a fresh ped this morning"
I knew how to convince her: "Well, if you're afraid of getting
beat..." I said sarcastically.
"All right!" she shouted, jumping to her feet with newfound courage.
"Bring the drinks, and leave your clothes.. you're all gonna wear your
mud for a while!"
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Part Two: The Game
We found a firm, grassy spot beside the mud flat. Steve and I
plodded in and brought back scoops of thick, slimy mud and piled
it up beside our "table" (a towel). The mud, however, was too
runny and didn't stay in a pile, so we'd have to figure some other way
to get dirty.
"Well," suggested Dana "we can start from the edge, and walk
into the mud adding 'items' one at a time from the bottom up: to
the ankles, knees, waist, arms, shoulders, and then..."
"Then what?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
"A mud facial!" Dana answered dareingly, leaning forward and
meeting his gaze head on.
"Deal!" shouted the men.
"EEEEEEwwwwwww!" squealed Candi, curling her toes and hands
under her. Then after a few brief moments of peer pressure, she
finally gave one tiny nod and the game was on!!!
The first few pots went quickly, Candi taking about half of them.
We each started with '$100' worth of chips and upon loosing the
chips 'bought' a hundred for the next level of mud. Steve and I
were already muddy to the ankles from bringing up the mud, and
soon Dana had to venture into the mud. Always the
exhibitionist, she dramatically stepped into the mud, wiggling
her toes and squelching around, licking her lips for a minute or
two before coming back out. Candi just looked on, shaking her
head and curling her toes.
Then after a modest starting hand and betting, Candi dealt me a
full house, Jacks high. I looked at my meager pile (if you could
call two chips a pile) and offered knee-deep for a hundred.
Getting the chips and keeping my best poker face, I tossed in
$25. Dana let slip a smile and tried to resume her poker
face... she never could get the hang of it. She raised $25.
Steve took a big swig of wine cooler and raised $50.
"Bluffers!" shouted Candi. Steve shrugged. He had a great poker
face, but Candi always claimed to be able to tell when he
bluffed... and usually was right. She smiled smugly and tossed
in $200. "Raise $100." she announced confidently.
"Whew!" I breathed, faking fear. "I guess I'll..." I began.
"... raise $100 for waist-deep!"
Dana's hands began to tremble with excitement, the combination
of mud and excitement over a big pot affecting her. "I'm in for
waist-deep."
Steve looked at Candi's now small pile of chips. Counting
carefully, he announced "raise... $85... and I'll need $100 for
waist-deep."
Candi counted out her $80 in chips and glaring at him replied
firmly "ankles... for ... $100. Call!"
Steve laid down his cards: "Two pair, Aces High." He said
hopefully.
"Full House, Kings on top!!" Candi countered, laying her three
kings and two queens on the towel. She resumed her cocky grin of
triumph.
"Shit" I announced, tossing my loosing cards onto the towel.
"Let's go get dirty..." I said dejectedly as I started to get up.
"I think I'll watch..."Dana said laying down her four threes.
"Shit!" gasped Candi, now finally forced to make her first trip to
the mud.
The three of us walked slowly down to the mud. Candi stayed on
the edge as Steve and I made our way in. Although the pond was
still pretty cold, and we didn't look forward to having to wash
off in it, the sun had warmed the dark black mud to a very
pleasant temperature. It turned out that the mud flat sloped in
gradually deeper, allowing us to get in progressively to right
depth to 'pay our debts'. When Steve and I were in just above
our knees (about 10 feet from 'shore') we dropped to out knees,
and wiggled into the sun-warmed mud until the mud engulfed our
waists.
"Come on, Candi, it feels great!" I shouted. She gingerly
stepped into the mud, her fire engine red toenails disappearing
beneath the ooze. Although her face wrinkled up again, she
didn't squeal, and slowly and cautiously walked around the edges,
each step issuing a little slurp as her tiny foot slid in and out of the
goo.
"Oh, to be the mud!" I said quietly to Steve, watching the show.
He nodded in quiet agreement. "Her feet are really sensitive.
She almost has an orgasm every time I kiss them."
Finally she declared that her debt was paid, and that the mud
here was not as cold or bad as she expected, but also that she
had no intentions of returning to the mud. We all plodded out of
the mud and returned to Dana's smug, appreciating grin. Running
a finger up my leg and onto the bulging front of my now black
swimsuit, she commented on how much she admired the male anatomy
when it appeared that there weren't any clothes on. She was right, the
glossy coating obscured any difference between skin and clothes,
caking us with an even black glaze.
Wiping off her finger, Dana assumed the deal. Candi seemed a
little distracted as she looking down at her coated feet,
wiggling her toes. The mud squished between them as it slowly
dried around the edges in the afternoon sun. This affected her
game and two hands later she had to make a solo trip back to the
mud to cover her calves up to her knees.
This time she didn't put up much of a fuss. "My toenails are
already dirty..." she muttered. Steve and I popped open another
wine cooler and sat back to watch, as she walked gracefully into
the slime. Upon reaching knee-deep, she looked back over her
shoulder. Seeing her appreciating audience, she smiled a phony
smile and wiggled her butt tantalizingly, then pulled her mud
coated leg from the mire with a loud slurp and shook big drops of
mud in our direction. We applauded the effort. When she returned,
she took a bow and sat back down, less uncomfortable with her new
black boots and commanded confidently: "Deal 'em up!"
Her luck returned and several hands & two straights later, she had
regained most of our chips. She asked for another wine cooler and
drank it with keen satisfaction as we all saw our piles of chips
reduced to a few 'dollars' worth... another big win and we'd all
be in the mud again!
"Seven card draw... chase the bitch." she announced, indicating
that the card following each queen then became the new 'wild
card'. I knew that this game always drew a big pot, and we knew
that Candi had chosen it for just that reason. We anted and
received our 'down' card. I looked at mine: King of hearts.
Our first card up gave me a 10 of hearts, and several face cards
to the others, but no queens. Candi shook her head pitifully at
my 10 and with an Jack as the high card started the betting at
$50. This was a steep bet for so early in the game, but we knew
that if we folded now, we'd never see the rest of the cards...
and this game changed favor quickly. We all offered our next
level of mud covering and called. There was no turning back now!
She dealt me a queen of hearts and Dana's new wild card was a 7...
Rats! No help to me!
"No help to you!" Candi echoed. She had this uncanny way of
seeming to know what we were thinking, and this may have
accounted for her success at the game. Completing the deal, she
dealt herself a seven. She smiled, her luck running full speed
ahead. "Another $50." she coolly announced. Steve raised $25
and she countered by raising *another* $50.
"Can't fool you." he replied, tossing in his cards. "See you guys in
the mud!" He wandered down to the flat. "Thanks for bumping up
the pot!" Dana called after him, grudgingly offering more mud
and chips. I called.
Candi kept her bets high, dealing herself another ace and no more
queens. I had acquired a couple of worthless low clubs, a 7 and
an Ace of hearts. With my hole card, I saw with the wild seven
as a Jack, I had an ace high straight. I calmly kept calling the
bets. I was either getting plastered in mud or rich!
Finally the last card came face down, and I slowly peeked at it:
Jack of Hearts! I had only had a Royal flush once before, and
tried not to let my hands shake... it was time to make Candi pay!
As Candi finished the deal, she gave herself another seven. No
more queens to be dealt, she sat back comfortably with four Jacks
(two wild) showing. She now had to offer mud up to her waist,
and threw in her usual $50. Dana, up to her neck already, folded.
Candi's kitty was down to about $45, and I offered a mud-facial
for $100.
"Oh boy!" She giggled, "I get to give it! I get to give it!...
and I'm pretty sloppy too! Hope you like the taste of mud!"
As I threw in the whole thing, she broke into a wide smile.
"Never throw away your last dollar without calling." she chided
and raised another $75, offering mud up to her neck and leaving
still her $25 to spare.
"Well, I *have* to see you in mud up to your neck!" I purred.
And indeed, the thought of Dana AND Candi completely covered in
mud was very exciting! I assessed the situation: She probably
had another Jack or wild card... but no, the other wild cards were
out... so she probably thought I had four of a kind, a *natural*
Royal Flush not being readily apparent, and the only thing to beat
five of a kind.
"Well, I'm out of money and skin..." I mussed with deep remorse,
"...but I *really* want to see your cards! What can I do?"
(continued next file)
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