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I caught the eye of every guy there. They were all looking at me. Hell, maybe I couldn't get Daddy's attention, but I sure had their attention.
"Daddy, you do know that your little girl is eighteen now, right?" I said. "Now, we don't really have to play for money, do we?"
Daddy laid a hand on my shoulder. You should have felt that grip. His fingers pressed into me hard. He did not like what I was doing.
"I don't know what you could possibly be suggesting, sweetie, but I can assure you none of us are interested." Said Daddy. "We got ourselves a serious poker game going on here."
I looked at all those other men. Damn, they were positively ogling me.
I loved it!
I especially loved it because I thought it had to be making Daddy at least a little jealous.
"Well, I was just suggesting, well, you know...what do you call it? Strip poker." I said.
"I'm in," suddenly said one of the guys.
And in an instant they were all agreeing. I figured they'd all been losing money to Daddy. So they were eager to do something more entertaining.
Daddy's grip on my shoulder got only tighter. Now, I'd really pissed him off. He planned on taking every last cent from these guys. Now I'd foiled his plan.
But Daddy kept his cool.
"Okay, strip poker then," Daddy said.
I sat exactly opposite Daddy. You should have seen the way he looked at me. His eyes were on fire. I knew that once this game was over, and the others had left, I was going to be in for it.
But for now the game went on. At first I actually did pretty good. I got some ties, a few shirts, lots of socks.
But then my luck started to reverse. I lost my socks first, then some leg warmers. Next I lost my shorts. I even lost my bra, though for now I kept my T-shirt.
I mean, finally, I was sitting there with nothing but my panties and my T-shirt.
Phew! You should have seen how those other middle-aged men were looking at me.
The truth was they were a bunch of lechers. And they could not keep their eyes off of me. It kind of turned me on. If I have to tell the truth, I was getting a little wet between my legs.
Now when Daddy looked at me. It was different. His eyes were just two solid blue flames. Those eyes didn't say, I wanna fuck you. No. They said, I'm gonna kill you.
And I thought Daddy just might.
Then came my moment of truth. I either had to fold or take off my T-shirt and put it on the table. Oh, the tension in the room at that point.
Everyone stared at me!
I put my hands on the edge of my T-shirt. I froze. I just couldn't do it.
The idea of stripping off my shirt and showing all these middle-aged farts my breasts. Just so they could drool over me.
How could I do it? I couldn't.
Then Daddy broke the tension. He smirked at me like he knew all along I wouldn't take this all the way.
"Alright, Tiger," he said. "You had your fun. Now go upstairs and get your beauty sleep. And let the boys and me here, get down to some serious poker."
I flushed red. Suddenly, I hated my daddy as much as I wanted him. I couldn't let him show me up.
I couldn't!
