Chained in the Lab

Poker Night Part Two

Henry

Henry looked at his cards. A Jack and an eight. Not bad. The odds weren't perfect, but he saw that all Zar had was a three. He also had most of his clothing still. He'd tossed one of the wrist gloves a few hands ago but that was it. Henry, meanwhile, was down to his undershirt, pants, and socks. Annabeth was a little better off. She'd lost her shoes but retained her shirt. She also had an Ace.

"I'll stay," Henry declared.

Annabeth nodded and lay her hand over her cards.

Zar considered his hidden card, looked at both of their visible cards and took one more card. He grinned.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he purred.

"That's kind of the point?" Henry chuckled, and flipped his cards. "Eighteen."

Annabeth sighed. "Seventeen."

"Hah! Twenty!" Zar revealed his hand.

"Your luck is insane," Annabeth sighed.

"With the high point, I get to pick your next lost article of clothing," Zar grinned. "Hmm... your legs are so, so lovely. But I can see Henry's eyes trailing down to your chest. Should I give him a treat?"

Annabeth spread her hands. "It's your call. I'm game."

Zar rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, Henry lost his shirt, so I say you lose your shirt too. It seems balanced." He paused. "Also, I want to see which bra you've decided to treat us to."

"I'm honestly shocked you've been this patient," Annabeth laughed.

She stood up. "Might as well have a bit of a show, hm, boys?"

"Oh, yeah!" Henry leaned back in his seat, grinning.

Zar laughed and clapped.

Annabeth's hands toyed with the top button of her shirt, and she swayed slightly to the music playing through Zar's radio. She hummed along, and traced a hand down each side, pressing the crisp cloth tight to her figure. She flicked her fingers and the button flew free, revealing a hint of peach-pink flesh. She tugged at the sides of the shirt, and two more buttons lost their fight to conceal her body. Henry leaned forward, admiring the play of light and shadow against her abs. He wanted to run his hand along those muscles, feel them contract with pleasure. He wanted to find out if she was ticklish. He looked up and met her eyes. They glittered in the dim light, and he could just imagine what she might be thinking as she tugged the top button free. Now only one button held the shirt closed over her chest.

She turned her back to them, and her hands went to the remaining buttons. Henry heard the faint pop as one came free.

"Well, boys? Want to guess the color?" Annabeth looked over her shoulders.

Henry considered. Their uniforms were dark charcoal gray. They could hide literally anything beneath. Still, Annabeth seemed practical.

"Black," he guessed.

"Red," Zar declared.

"Are you two guessing, or wishing?" Annabeth asked with a wink. She moved her hands, and the shirt fell loose. Still on, but not buttoned.

She shrugged, and that did fascinating things to her back muscles. Then she turned and threw the shirt in Henry's general direction. He caught it and stared.

Well, part of the bra was black.

And part was red. So it was a tie.

Henry admired the sight before him. Annabeth gave a little wiggle, displaying her most impressive assets in their red and black satin covering. Ribbons formed a cage over the top of her breasts, meeting in a kind of woven heart at the indent of her collarbone. The cups were red satin, shining with black lace underneath. 

Henry drank in the sight, enjoying the play of black and red satin against her supple breasts. He allowed himself a moment to imagine what it would be like, to be allowed to touch. To cradle her breasts in his hands and listen to her sigh in pleasure. Zar was lucky, to be allowed to feed from such a gorgeous woman. 

Zar clapped. "Now that is a sight to see!" He considered. "Do the panties match?"

"Who says I'm wearing any?" Annabeth asked.

Henry forgot how to breathe for a moment. Zar seemed to be having a similar problem.

Annabeth laughed and sat back on the table. "Well, boys. Win the next hand and you can find out."

Henry shuffled the deck with a will. He was determined to win. Or at least come in second.

It took three hands for Annabeth to lose again. Two Henry lost, so now he had no pants and only one sock. Zar actually lost his second wrist glove thing.

Finally, Henry pulled a winning hand. Even better, he'd gotten twenty-one. So by their rules, he got to have both Zar and Annabeth take off some clothing.

"Zar first," Annabeth said. "Since he's the most clothed."

"Fair," Henry agreed. "Zar, lose the vest?"

"Sure!" Zar sat back from the table and shrugged. His tail came off and tugged at the vest, releasing the little chains holding it closed. He did an interesting little wiggle, and the slinky black cloth vanished into the growing pile of clothing.

Henry and Annabeth paused a moment to admire the lithe form presented to them before Henry turned to Annabeth.

"Well, ma'am," Henry said, "I am afraid the curiosity is too much for me to be a gentleman about this and have you lose a sock. I've got to know if you're coordinating or not."

Annabeth winked and stood. She unhooked her belt and the pants and gave a little wiggle. Her pants fell to pool at her feet, revealing that she was, in fact, wearing underwear. And yes, it matched.

"Nice," Zar said. "Is it as soft as it looks?"

"If you want to find out," Annabeth said, sitting back in her seat, "I propose we make this game just a bit more interesting."

"Oh?" Henry asked, taking a swig of his soda.

"Let's stop with the kiddie games. Blackjack is fun and all, but I came here for some poker. Less luck, more strategy."

"What do we bet?" Zar added. "Poker's no fun without stakes. But I don't have money." He shrugged. "Don't really need it."

"We could bet, um, pretzels?" Henry poked at the half-empty bowl.

"Now what fun is that?" Annabeth leaned forward and claimed the card deck. "No, no, I have much more interesting stakes in mind."

"Oh? What?" Zar asked.

"Well. We're already mostly naked," Annabeth pointed out. "And Zar hasn't been fed in... how long, dear one?"

"Uh, well, since yesterday. I'm fine, but if you're offering..." he trailed off, licking his lips. Henry couldn't blame the incubus one bit.

"Oh, I'm offering." Annabeth tapped the deck against the table. "So, here's my proposition. I'm looking to have a very good time tonight. What about you, Henry? You willing to play with both of us?"

"Most definitely I am very willing," Henry tripped over himself to agree. An offer like this does not happen every day! Certainly not from a woman like this.

"Wonderful. So. Here it is. We play one hand. The winner gets to call the shots. Decide who does what to who. How's that sound?"

Zar rubbed his hands together. "Oh, that sounds delightful. But you know, I never lose?"

"Then you'll have two willing playmates who'll do whatever you ask," Annabeth smirked. "But I think you might just find... I'm feeling competitive tonight."

"Then deal," Henry said. "And let's play!"