Still on a high from another road victory, booze and adrenaline flowed through the veins of eight young people. The air was thick and hot and swirls of smoke hung above their heads. Cigars hung from the mouths of five men while a cigarette dangled from the lips of one woman. "I can't believe you guys have special poker visors."
Andrew Ladd looked up at Trixie from his spot on the floor. A present cigar dangling from his lips and a plastic green visor covered his forehead that glowed under the soft light and gave his face a dark green tint. "It is a rare and special occasion when we play poker." His speech was slightly slurred from the number of beers he had consumed and his expression was rather serious. "It's necessary we use the proper props to celebrate said occasion."
"You are such a liar." Eager rolled his eyes. "You guys play all the time at Tazer's place."
Jonathan sat directly across the floor from Trixie, who puffed on a cigar and wore a red visor with a C on it. "Is that true?"
He shrugged. "We get bored when there's no practice."
She chuckled as Ladd dealt out a fresh hand of cards. They picked them up and arranged them. It wasn't your typical game of poker. With a few drinks in their systems, it was Burish's master idea to play strip poker. No one said no and now here they were, sitting on the floor in Burish and Sharpies room. Small sweat breads formed on the skin of everyone. Trixie felt like the odd man out, she had no visor and was losing terribly.
She had shed her shoes, socks, pants, necklace and shirt and now sat in nothing but her black boy shorts and matching lace bra. To her left was Ben Eager, who was losing just as bad as she was for he was only in his boxers. Kaner, Tazer and Jigsaw had only lost their shirts where as Ladd, Burish and Sharpie had lost their pants.
Trixie wasn't very good at her poker face and when Ladd laid down another royal flush, it became painfully obvious to Trix that she had lost. It was the moment of truth, what would come off next? The smiles of seven men appeared wide on their faces when they realized it as well.
"So, what will it be, Trixie?" Burish raised his eyebrows and even in his intoxicated state wiggled them. "Butts or boobs?"
Her face blushed wildly as she tried to seem confident. She knew it wasn't a good idea to have those Jägerbombs. Trixie knew she did dumb things when drunk and this was about to be added to the top of her list.
"Come on Trix," Kaner and Tazer joined in. "Butts or boobs?"
Soon she had all seven men chanting like tribal members. "Butts or boobs?"
Trixie stood up, turned her back towards the men and reached behind her. Before she knew it, Trixie was giving the seven horny men a strip tease as she unclasped her bra and slowly moved the straps down her arms. Tossing it to the side, it landed on Burish's bed. She turned around and met the gaze of one man. Her black and red dyed hair was long enough to cover her breasts so it left her not feeling too exposed.
Whistles and cheers filled the room as she sat back down. They knew she had the guts to do it and the time they all had been waiting for had finally arrived. To them, seeing Trixie half naked was like seeing the second coming of Jesus. They knew it would come, but they just didn't know when.
She ignored the noises the boys were making. Trixie knew they were trying to get a rise out of her but after all, rules are rules and they were meant to be followed. And she had nothing to be worried about. It wasn't like she had a boyfriend waiting for her at home and all the guys were so wasted they probably would have no memory of exactly what happened in the morning.
Somehow they managed to finish the game and Trixie was lucky enough not to lose any more hands. Kaner had passed out on the floor snuggled with a pillow and some how Ladd and Eager made it back to their room. Giving up on trying to wake Patty up, Jon left and headed back to his room. Trixie got dressed, forgetting her bra was on Burish's bed and left as well.
In her intoxicated state, Trixie found it slightly hard to walk when the hallway which seemed to be slated. Halfway down the hall, Trixie lost her balance. Bracing herself for the hard impact of the floor, it surprised her when a pair of strong arms caught her. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck knowing exactly who it was.
"Did you like the little show I gave you?" Trixie's words were slurred too. She should have stopped drinking three hours ago.
The alcohol suppressed all of Duncan's good judgments. He smothered the girl who was four years his junior with kisses as he pushed her against the wall. Trixie allowed her legs to wrap around his waist and his hands gripped her hips.
Duncan loved her hips, they were wide, child-baring hips and in his mind very feminine. Their lips crashed against one another's and their tongues tangled. He knew she had a room to herself tonight, so using his thumb and index finger, Duncan fished the room key from her jeans pocket.
"What are you thinking?" Trixie pulled away, feeling Duncan take the key card from her pocket. She attached her lips to his neck and sucked at the clean shaven skin. That's the one thing she loved about the regular season; no beards.
Duncan bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. He knew he was living in sin but the feeling of Trixie's lips on his skin led him further and further in to his infatuation. "I'm thinking we spend the rest of the night alone."
