“Nobody has come this close to beat me, Jessica. You should be proud of
Sitting in my bra and panties across Odin, it doesn’t make me feel this
way. I was proud at the start, though, when after binge-watching poker videos
for five hours, I learned enough to win four hands straight, leaving him down
to his underwear.
I was surprised at myself, thought of it as a beginner’s luck, but the
tide changed, and begun Odin’s streak of wins, which led me to believe that it
was all a ruse.
A con I was roped in.
A bait I took.
“Full house.” I put my cards down at the table—my best hand for the
evening—sure that despite playing against an experienced player, I’ll win and
save myself from the humiliation.
Odin glance at his cards and crinkles form on his forehead.
A smile floats on my face; he doesn’t have the cards to beat me. At
last, the mighty has fallen.
He sighs. “Well played, Jessica.”
“Yes!” I shout, raising my hands in victory as if the Cubs have won the
“Straight flush!” he says, spreading his cards on the table.
My hands fall down like a lifeless bird from the sky, and my mouth
opens wide with shock.
I lost. No matter which article of clothing I lose, I’ll still be
leaving my dignity behind even if I win the next hand.
“Oh, Jessica. You are so gullible. It’s only you and me here. No matter
if I get naked or you, it would still be my win.”
“So, would you consider accepting the defeat and strip naked?”
“Yeah, sure.” He scoffs. “Does a hunter let go of his prey if it says pretty please?”—He rubs his hand together—“Go on, then.”
I will have to remove one article of clothing, and I choose my panties.
My thinking is straight. I’ll quickly slide down my panties and close
my legs, shutting the view, thereby giving myself a fighting chance to keep my
As I put my hand on the string of my panties, Odin waves his finger in
a no. “Nuh-uh! Bra.”
“Winner’s choice. We agreed on it before we began playing.”
“But you haven’t exercised this right the whole night. Why suddenly
He rubs his palm across his chest like a sleazeball. “Because I
desperately want to see your boobs bare. I am fascinated by them—especially the
mole on your heart.”
“Was ogling them under the constellations not enough for you?”
“Aha! So, you did see me glaring at them that night?”
“It was hard not to when you were acting like a pervert.”
“Now, I don’t have to.” He takes his face in his hands and props his
elbows on the table as if he is waiting for the trailer launch of the next
“Is this really what you want?” Crossing my fingers, I try my luck one
A perverted smile forms on his face. “Oh, absolutely. I may keep your
leopard bra as a souvenir too. You look good in leopard, by the way…” He roars
like a tiger. “…very fierce. But I am sure you’ll look much better without it.”
“Pervert!” I mumble, reaching my hand behind my back, and close my
eyes. I can’t look at him, seeing me like a piece of meat. Uncomfortably, I
unhook my bra, remove my arms through the straps, and drop it down to my lap.
“Are you happy now? Take a good look at them.” Because you are never going to see them
again. “You tricked me into doing this. I’ll never forget
No lewd remarks. Not a word in admiration. Has his heart stopped? They
are a set of boobs—not a Pandora box.
I open my eyes, hoping, he must be in a heavenly state, drooling all
over the table, but I find him missing. The chair across me is empty.
He has expressly stated his infatuation with my boobs by his stares,
and today, by his words. Must be plotting for long to see them bare. And now,
that his desire has come true, he is nowhere to be found.
A white towel descends from above, against the front of my body. I turn
my head slightly and see Odin standing behind me, wrapping me up.
I don’t understand this person.
He gently grazes my face with his fingers as if he is appreciative of
me being here. Then, he leans down and kisses me on the top of my head. “Not
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