Sex Fighting League

Lucy and I sat ourselves down at one of the tables, and I just enjoyed my drink. It had been a long time since I had had a proper social drink, and in that moment, I did miss it. The memories I have of being in the bar with Hanna, just chatting and getting into trouble. Sometimes I do hark back to those simpler days where I had no schedule or real responsibilities. I love this life, but it is intense at times. I took another sip of my drink and snuggled back into the armchair as I let it cuddle me back. Lucy was still on the wine, and I had no idea how she was still standing up. For the entire evening, every time I had seen her, she had been with a glass of wine in hand. We chatted about nothing in particular, and I expected everyone else to start disappearing off to their respective rooms. Instead, though, we moved to a larger round table and were joined by a few other people. They were Alison (Lucy's Mum), Paul (Lucy's Dad) and Liam (Lucy's brother). We were also joined by a couple of Lucy's medical team, Mila and her twin brother, Finn. Adam, one of her trainers, was also sitting at the table with us, having a drink and just chatting about nothing in particular. After a few minutes, James (Lucy's manager) and his wife, Maria, completed our small group.

Maria was nothing like I expected. James was a well-presented, powerful-looking man, and I expected either a token wife who was half his age or someone of equal status around his age. She was much older, though. He was probably well into his 30s, and she must have been pushing her 60s, and that was being generous. I would not be surprised if she had been in her 70s. Age doesn't really matter in this day and age. Life expectancy was much longer, and even 70 would only be middle-aged by the strictest definition of the term. Being a total bitch about this as well, he was a lot sexier than she was. She looked okay, but he was a fine specimen of a man. Yes, yes, I know, shut up being a bitch, Sophie, but it was just one of those relationships that I was not expecting.

"Another?" the barmaid who had stayed on shift as well to serve us asked.

"Yeah. Vodka and Diet Coke, please," I said as I checked her name badge. "Thanks, Millie," I added as I addressed her by name.

"Thank you," she said as she acknowledged my effort to call her by name. "Single? Double?"

"Single, please," I replied.

She took other people's drink orders and then disappeared off to the bar. Lucy handed me some clothes and smiled at me. "You can get dressed if you want," she said.

I had forgotten that I was still only wearing a robe and ridiculously posh shoes. The robe was nice and the shoes were lovely, but together they were a crazy looking combination. I excused myself from the table, and Lucy came with me to a private room. I had been handed the full complement: T-shirt, shorts, bra, panties, socks and trainers as well. "Spoiling me? Panties as well as a bra," I said as I slipped the panties on underneath the robe.

"I know!" Lucy said with a smile. "Lucky you." I turned away from her as I let the robe fall to the floor to put my bra on. I realise the madness of that, she has seen me more than naked today, but even so, the social norm of changing in front of someone still applies. I put the shorts, T-shirt, socks and shoes on and Lucy sat me on a chair. She brushed my hair straight and then gathered it all up into a neat ponytail. She also handed me some makeup removal wipes to use while she did my hair. When she was done, she also redid my makeup for me. Only basic, but it was a cute touch, and I did appreciate the gesture.

I looked at the robe and shoes on the floor and then at Lucy. "Just leave them there. AI will get them. The robe is hotel and the shoes are yours?"

"Yeah, well, the shoes are a sponsor deal for today," I said.

I sat back down at the table and took a sip of my drink again. It felt so good and so weird at the same time to have actual clothes on again. "How do clothes feel?" Lucy asked with a grin.

"Weird," I replied with a smile.

"Well, feel free to take them off," her brother suggested. "We don't mind."

"I will see how I go," I replied with a smile. It was a strange situation as I knew he would be at breakfast and I would be naked again. Alongside whatever else Lucy had in store for me.

The drinks flowed, and although I had wanted to have a drink, I started to alternate between vodka and a bottle of water after my second alcoholic drink. I enjoyed the two that I had had, but I didn't enjoy it anymore as an activity. Before my fighting career, a night out would have had the main goal of getting absolutely smashed out of my face, but now I just enjoyed one or two, and that was enough. None of the others slowed down, though, and where I had expected the party to start to wind down, it was definitely still in full swing. Just with much smaller numbers.

Millie was great. She was the only bar staff member on duty, and she worked her socks off. No one waited for a drink longer than a few minutes, and she seemed like she was everywhere. "I hope you are being well paid for the extra hours," Paul said to Millie when she placed his drink down. She just smiled meekly.

I knew that look. I have worked in a bar before. "Oh, no fucking way. Sorry," I said as I checked my language. "You are on shift pay, aren't you? Your shift ended at midnight?"

"Half midnight," Millie said, and I checked the time. She had been working for free for an hour. "It is fine. I am having a good time, it is not like work."

"You aren't being paid?" Paul asked her, and she shook her head. "Well, that is bullshit," he said.

A couple of them jumped up and went behind the bar with Millie. Under protest she showed them how the till worked and they announced we were serving ourselves and were buying Millie's drinks. No one protested, and after convincing Millie, she pulled up a chair and joined us. After a bit of further convincing, she accepted a drink that was paid for. We were still adding the tip onto the drinks, and that was still all going to her. Also, as she was not actually being paid, the standard 20% tip was increased to 100% so for each drink we had, we paid double, and half the money went to Millie. Quick, back of a beer mat maths, and she probably made around 600 credits over the next few hours. Considering she would likely be on an hourly rate of around 20 credits per hour (with unsociable hours uplift), that was not a bad night's work for her.

"Do you have playing cards?" Paul asked Millie.

"Erm, probably. 1 sec," she said as she got up and went behind the bar. The room was set out for a party, but underneath the table protectors were card tables, so the bar sold the playing cards.

She came back with them and placed them on the table. Someone took them, broke the seal and started to shuffle them. A hand was dealt, and I was dealt in as well. "Oh, I am shit at cards," I said.

"Yeah, all good," Lucy's brother said. "Do you play poker?"

"Not really," I admitted.

We shuffled around, and he came and sat next to me. For the next 30 minutes or so, we played as a pair, and he saw my cards and I saw his as he explained the quick rules for it. The rest of the people playing "ignored" our game-spoiling conversation, although we did try to keep it hushed, and they carried on as they would normally with the cards that they had. I did okay. I was probably breaking even with his help, and over time, he reduced the level of help and let me get on with it. Everyone had a good laugh when I declared a pair of eights when I had a much better hand, but it was all in good fun. Millie was also pretty good at Poker. The only time I had ever played poker was with very amateur players who barely knew the rules, and it was just a thinly veiled facade for young teenagers to take their clothes off. Just for info, in that game, I got topless, but my game ended when I would have lost my panties. A couple of the guys got naked to try and keep the game going, but none of the girls did. Although one of them did do a quick full frontal flash, but it was 'blink and you miss it'.

Although I had slowed down, I was way drunker than I had expected. I stood up to go to the bathroom and swayed a little bit. "Steady," Mila said when she saw me sway slightly and grab the table to steady myself. "You okay?"

"Yeah, long day," I said. "I am okay."

She followed me to the bathroom, and after a flash of her medical ID, she checked me with a scan. "Have a large water," she said with a smile. "My advice would be to stop the vodka for today. You are not used to it anymore. Not a medical order, you are not in danger, and you are not under my care, just a recommendation."

"Thanks," I said with a warm smile. I took her advice and switched exclusively to water. I made a point of buying expensive bottled water so Millie still got tip money from my bar bill.

"Come on then," Adam said, "Let's make this interesting for the final hour. 200 credit buy-in. One hour time limit. Cash out at the end of the game. No house cut as the house isn't paying staff, so fuck 'em."

"For added spice, let's make it strippy. If you drop below 100 credits, you strip to your underwear. If you run out of cash entirely, you are out of the game and you get naked," Alison suggested. I smiled at her suggestion, as there was a lot of her family here to be playing a strip game. She was either drunker than she was presenting as, or, very comfortable with family nudity.

Rules and stuff were thrashed out over the next few minutes, and everyone agreed to the terms of the game. It was a friendly game, no one was going to pin you down and strip you if you bottled it, but in good faith, if you ran out of cash, you got naked.

"I don't have 200 credits," Millie said.

"I'll buy you in," I said to her.

"You don't have to," she said instantly.

"No worries. You can even keep any winnings," I said. "If you want to play?"

"You sure?" she asked, to which I just nodded. "Yeah, sure then. I am in," she added with a grin.

"Do you have underwear on if it all goes wrong?" I asked with a wry smile.

"If it goes really wrong, she won't need underwear," Paul cut in.

"That is very true," I grinned.

"If I lose 200 credits in an hour with a 1-credit Small Blind, I think I deserve to get naked," she said with a knowing smile. She was, of course, correct. As long as you fold the hands that get too high a value, you are pretty much safe in an hour-long game. If you have a terrible time of it, you are probably revealing your underwear, but you would have to be very unlucky, or just stupid, to end up naked. Of course, in the heat of the moment, when you believe your hand is worth the risk and it turns out not to be, well, that can escalate quickly. Equally, if people work out you are folding the high value hands, you can get bluffed out of most games by a shit hand against you. I guess that is Poker though.

The rules were reiterated and clarified just to make sure that everyone was on the same page. It is easier to go through them beforehand than try to clarify during the game, and people complain that it is not how they understood it. I don't think anyone here would have done that anyway, but it is just good practice in any game that costs money or clothes. Or indeed both.

My grasp on the game of Poker was loose to say the least. I had been playing for an hour at the most. I had a general idea of what beat what, but I was a long way away from being a Poker player. I understood that it was all Maths and probability, but my brain was not capable of wrapping around that after the day that I had had. It was a strange mix of people, Millie looked to be the youngest, then me, Lucy and the rest increasing in age up to around 65, with Maria, I would say.

The timer was started, and the games started. They were hilarious. The money was just to have the money on the game. No one really cared, and it was all played in the spirit of the game. When the bets got high, Millie dropped out, as did Lucy and I. I have been naked for more than my fair share today. I am not putting my body on the line for three of a kind. Even if they are picture cards. I was losing, but it was a few credits here and there. On my last balance check, I had 176 credits left. So I was doing okay.

"What do you have left?" Mila asked. It was just her and Finn left in this hand.

"Oh, er," Finn said as he checked his balance. "114," he said.

"116 here," Mila said with a smile. "Let's make this interesting. I raise 116," she said with a mischievous grin.

"That does make it interesting," Finn said as he stared at his sister. His twin sister at that.

"Wanna 'see' me," Mila teased with a cheeky grin.

Finn stared at her for a few seconds as he looked for her tell. As twins, they must know each other fairly well. They both just held the stare as she tried to hide her tell and he tried to see it. She flickered a smile. Just the corner of her mouth for a fraction of a second. No matter who won, the other one was in underwear. Unless he folded, in which case she would win the pot that was currently 132 credits. So fold, and keep decent, or call and be financially safe for the rest of the game, and cost your sibling their underwear. "Let's see you," he said after a few seconds, and he slid his bet into the centre to update the pot to 248. "What ya got?"

You saw her confidence crumble as she got called. Had she been bluffing? She placed her cards onto the table to reveal a pair of eights with a King high. I stared at it for a second as she had just placed a hell of a lot on what was not a great hand. Finn's eyes flicked to the cards and back up to his sister's eyes. He grinned at her. "Fuck off," she said as he stared at her. "Have you got me?"

"Oh, please say they are see-through," Adam said.

"Or she isn't wearing any at all," Alison commented with a cheeky grin.

"She hasn't lost yet," Finn said as he placed his cards down on the table.

"YES!" Mila yelped before he even declared his hand. "YES YES YES!" she squealed as she took the pot and more importantly for her, kept her clothes on.

"Fuck sake," he said, but he was already standing up.

As the chant of "off off off" rose in volume and intensity, he slipped his shoes and socks off, then his shirt and finally he slid his trousers down and stepped out of them. Everyone cheered as she did a twirl in his boxers, and I did notice Millie taking a good look at him in his underwear until he sat back down again.

"Guy underwear is bullshit," Mila said. "They are just shorts."

"Why? What are yours like?" Adam asked her.

"La..." she began. But cut herself off before she disclosed way more than she needed to. "None of your business. But a lot fucking smaller than those," she retorted.

"See through as well?" Adam pressed.

Mila smiled at him. That was none of his business, but to her credit, she recognised that the tease was more valuable than the secret in this moment. "A bit," she replied and stuck her tongue out playfully.

A discussion on male and female underwear broke out, and there is very little defence for the argument. Male underwear is generally a lot less interesting and revealing than female. At the same time though, it is a very niche situation where you want to see a guy in a posing pouch, sometimes the mystery is sexier. Also, as we decided on using League rules, a bra does not count as underwear either, although by the way her top was sitting, I don't think she had one on anyway. Either way, she had way more on the line than he did. That was brave. Or foolish. I would probably go foolish.

"Fold this one straight away," Lucy whispered to me.

The hand got dealt, and I followed the lead of not even looking at them. Everyone folded. Except Finn and Mila. "Blind bet," Mila said while grinning, "98," she added.

"Nar, cos that doesn't even cost you your underwear," Finn said.

"That is all I can bet?" Mila said.

"You can bet what you want, but he can't match you," Lucy said, "He can just go all in."

"Update bet, 149 chips then. Blind game. No more bets. Just see who wins. Me to underwear. Or," she teased. "Someone gets naked," she added as she sang the last four words in a simple tune.

He looked at her for a while. "You go all in as well," he said.

"Er.. how about fuck off," she said, "If you win this one, we can consider a final hand..." she suggested.

"But if I don't win," he mumbled under his breath.

"If you don't, we all see ya naked," Lucy said with a broad grin.

That flattened his already failing confidence, and he shook his head. "Fold."

"Fucking wimp," Mila teased, but she swept back the pot and looked very relieved.

"Go on, flip the cards anyway. We will shuffle and reset afterwards," Paul said. "Let's see which way it would have gone."

The cards were flipped, and Mila would have won again, so Finn would have been naked had they played. "Aww, shame," Mila teased, but you could hear in her tone that she was relieved that the risk had been removed. Drinks were refilled, and the cards were shuffled again. The final 20 minutes of the game raced by, and nothing else interesting happened. No one was in any real danger of losing anything else unless they got foolish, and no one was biting when the high bets rolled in.

The game ended, and a final hand was dealt. "Final hand rules. You can fold instantly if you wish. All in. All of your money as a blind bet. The hand is then played as normal. The person with the worst hand strips. Naked. The rest of the players get their money back, plus an equal share of whoever loses credits. Does that make sense?" James said.

"Er, I think so," I said, "So just don't lose?"

"Pretty much," Lucy said. "I am in," she said as she placed her bet.

"What the hell?" I said with a shrug of my shoulders and followed her.

"Yeah, fuck it," Millie said.

Everyone else followed in, and the pot slowly grew to 2,000 credits as we all went all in on a blind bet. I could feel my heart fluttering as I once again risked total nudity. I just had to not lose. We decided to do it as a big reveal. So we did the Flop, which was a 10 of diamonds, a 9 of Clubs and a Jack of diamonds. The Turn was a Queen of clubs, and the River was an 8 of spades.

The player cards were then turned over.

Alison -- Nine of Spades and Eight of Spades

Paul -- Seven of Clubs and Seven of Diamonds

Lucy -- Queen of Hearts and Jack of Hearts (Winner -- Queen-high straight)

Liam -- Ace of Hearts and Two of Clubs

James -- Six of Spades and Five of Spades

Millie -- Ten of Clubs and Ten of Spades

Finn -- Jack of Spades and Three of Hearts (Lowest hand -- single pair with weak kicker)

Sophie -- Ace of Spades and King of Diamonds

Mila -- Four of Diamonds and Four of Clubs

Maria -- King of Clubs and Queen of Spades

"Fuck," Finn said as he worked it out quicker than everyone else.

"Fuck indeed," Mila said as she grinned at him. She had hardly done well, but she had not come last, and that was the only requirement. "I don't think I have seen you naked before..." she teased.

"In the womb?" Alison teased.

"Well, yeah, then," Mila said with a giggle.

Finn delayed for a few minutes, but he eventually stood up and in one smooth swipe he slid his boxers to the floor and stood up tall. Everyone cheered and whooped as he hung limply down between his legs. He did have a fairly nice dick, and I didn't give him the decency of looking away. I had a good look at him, as did everyone else. Except Mila. She had a quick look and then covered her eyes. "Oh, that is weird," she said as she giggled.

Just for completeness, the final results for credits were:

Lucy -- 267 credits

Manager -- 248 credits

Millie -- 240 credits

Simon -- 203 credits

Mum -- 188 credits

Manager's Wife -- 171 credits