Chapter 7

It was several days later that Gwen finally heard from Andre. Her dreams had been vivid since her encounter with P.J. and Brad and she had actually orgasmed in her sleep on more than one occasion.

“Are you alone?” asked the now familiar voice on the phone.

“Yes, Daniel is at school and Robert is at work.”

“I hope you found your adventure satisfying.”

“Oh my! Satisfying is not the word for it. I simply can’t describe...”

“Then don’t try. It was one of many such experiences which await you.”

“But nothing could top what happened the other night.”

“Oh, my dear Gwen. We are only getting started. The experiences which await you will be varied and intense. You have no idea.”

She shivered in expectant delight.

“When?...”

“I am arranging a new adventure for you. I will be back in contact within a day or two.”

“I don’t suppose this adventure would include you, would it?”

“Maybe at a later time. Right now I’m planning something special.”

“As if what I’ve already experienced wasn’t special?”

He laughed. “Let’s just call it unique.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“So am I,” he said and the line went dead.

The house Gwen approached was large, well appointed, even opulent. When she had talked with Andre three days ago she had no idea what he had planned for her, and still didn’t. She rang the doorbell and waited.

“ ... Hello, I’m ... she began as the door was opened to reveal a handsome man in his fifties in dress slacks, sport coat and tie.

“Gwen,” he interrupted, “Andre said we were to expect you. Please come in.”

She was escorted down a hall and into a spacious game room where seven other men and women sat around a circular table smiling as she entered. The four women and three men were stylishly dressed.

“I’m Edward,” said the man who had met her at the door as he seated her. This is Lin Chu, Louis, Victoria, Roget, Mirova, Damone and Laura. Everyone, this is Gwen who we have heard so much about.”

Gwen blushed as all smiling eyes were upon her.

“ ... Hello, I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know about me but I know nothing of each of you.”

“Just the way we like it,” said the Frenchman, Louis, to laughter.

“With the games we play, personal information is kept to an absolute minimum,” added Victoria, the sultry auburn haired beauty. “We know of you only that you seek sexual excitement and have already experienced an adventure or two.”

“Yes,” replied Gwen, “I ... I ... can say they have been about as exciting as anything I’ve ever experienced.”

“Then we all have to provide you with something quite unique,” said Edward, who seemed to be the leader.

“Drink, my dear?” he asked

“Perhaps a martini,” she replied and he retired to the bar at the other side of the room.

“You are quite lovely, Gwen,” he said returning with her drink. “Andre did not exaggerate.”

“Thank you,” she replied blushing.

“Now to your adventure. The game is called Queen. By the time the night is over you shall have either won a good deal of money ... or afforded us all a great deal of pleasure. Perhaps even both.”

He held her chair as Gwen seated herself and looked to the others, embarrassed to be the center of attention.

“Since there are nine of us we shall use nine cards from an ordinary deck. However only one of those cards is of significance, the queen. The cards are shuffled and dealt face down, one card to each player. Each player then places his or her bet. For each of us it is a thousand dollars.”

“I’m afraid I don’t have than kind of...”

“No, no, my dear,” he smiled, “you will not be betting any money.”

“Then... ?”

“Your bet, my dear Gwen shall be an article of clothing.”

“And if I lose, I remove that article.”

“Exactly.”

“Sounds a lot like strip poker.”

“To a degree. However if you win you keep your article of clothing and win a great deal of money. No matter, whatever you win is yours to keep.”

“So you and your friends bet money while I bet my clothes.”

“Yes.”

“And what happens if I lose all my clothes?”

“We will play a final round. If you win you may redress and leave with a sizable amount of money.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then the winner of that last hand shall partake of that lovely body and the seven remaining shall draw high card to establish the order in which we enjoy that lovely body of yours.”

“All of you?”

“All of us.”

“Where... ?”

“Right here, in front of the others who shall enjoy watching you pay your debt.”

Gwen was startled. She had thought that maybe she might be making love to one of the group and in private, but this was exhibitionism of the first order —- giving herself to each player as the others looked on.

“And if I refuse?”

“You are certainly free to do so. You may turn and walk away at any time, however do keep in mind that if you do, the adventures will be permanently ended. You will never hear from us, or Andre, again.”

Gwen was torn. She didn’t really know if she could go through with stripping, then screwing in front of eight strangers. Of course the money was enticing but was it worth it? She realized the money meant nothing. This was exactly the adventure she was seeking and that Andre was providing. She shivered in dual anticipation, fear and titillation.

“I ... I’ll do it.” she said.

“Wonderful! Let’s get started.”

Edward seated himself, picked up the nine cards, mixed them thoroughly and dealt them face down, one to each player.

“Now for the bet,” he said smiling. “Each of us will ante a thousand dollars ... and you, my dear will ante an article of your clothing.”

Eight thousand dollar chips were soon in the middle of the table.

“Your turn,” smiled Victoria.

“I ... I guess my shoes,” replied Gwen.

“Very well, “ continued Edward. You will notice each of us also has a differently colored token. Your task is to guess which player has been dealt the queen. Make your decision and place your token beside that player’s card.”

All the other players placed their tokens and then turned to await Gwen’s choice.

Hesitantly she moved her token beside Edward’s card.

“Still time to change your mind,” he said, but Gwen shook her head negatively.

“All right then, shall we turn over our cards?”

Gwen’s heart skipped a beat as it was Damone who turned over the queen.

“Maybe my luck has changed,” observed Louis whose token lay beside Damone’s card.

“Yes,” opined Lin Chu, “ your pocketbook has been lightened a bit lately.

“And you Gwen?” he asked looking her lasciviously in the eyes.

Slowly Gwen shed her spike heels and laid them on the table where Louis held them up briefly for the others to see before placing them beside his pile of tokens.

“Now my dear, you see how the game is played. Any questions? ... Do you still wish to play?” asked Edward.

“Oh, I think I understand,” she responded still wondering silently what she had gotten herself into.

The cards were passed to Victoria who mixed and dealt. This time Gwen placed her token beside Laura’s card and bet her jewelry. The queen, however, was actually her own card and she lost again, the necklace and bracelet going to Roget.

The next two hands were won by no one, the pot growing larger and Gwen shedding her stockings and dress, now wearing only a black lacy bra and thong.

“I think it shall be I who uncovers those lovely mounds,” smiled Damone when Gwen bet her bra on the next hand.

Luck was finally with her as she not only won the triple pot but got to keep her bra, and dignity, a bit longer.

“Perhaps it is I who shall uncover them,” said Laura, the somewhat older black haired, green eyed beauty.

Slowly the cards were dealt. Gwen closed her eyes, trying to somehow divine where the queen lay, but nothing came to her.

“Well, my dear?” asked Edward.

Reluctantly Gwen slid her token across the table until it lay beside Roget’s card.

“Still time to change your mind,” smiled Edward.

Again Gwen refused. As exciting as the game had become she still found herself hoping she was right, not for the money but to keep her breasts covered.

“Ah!” chuckled Mirova, when it was revealed she alone had chosen Lin Chu’s card, “the prize is mine!” She raked the money to her but hers as well as the other’s eyes were on Gwen who squirmed nervously. She had picked Victoria’s card and now must pay her debt for losing the hand.

Reticently her hands went behind her and unsnapped the bra. There were a couple of appreciative intakes of breath as she lowered the cups revealing two perfectly shaped breasts, full and firm, nipples dark and standing at attention amid even darker areolas.