Buying in to the first Sexy Poker event; Tension!

At 20:00 our first guests arrived; Silke was already seated and prepped, she decided to keep on her socks, since the floor was quite cold, but all the rest of her clothes were removed. It was actually quite interesting to see; a beautiful Sri Lankese woman, in her socks, dealing the cards and sorting the chips. It was the first time ever that one person dealt the cards the whole night; the first time we had a professional poker dealer, and an almost naked one to boot.


The first one to come in was Mr. Think. He saw me and Mr. V already on the table, laughing with some chips and some cards, and came to me and slapped me on the face, not as hard, mind you, since Mr. Think is not the most muscular man, but instead has a little too many in his head for my liking; at least on the poker table.  He slapped me because of my crazy idea to organize these sorts of sexy poker evenings; he does this kind of thing. Mr. Think sat himself next to the dealer and me, and immediately started a conversation with her, smooth as he always is with the ladies, and asked her for 50 EURO’s in chips, the usual buy in and already gave a 1 EURO tip to Silke. Along with a lot of laughing and cursing, Mr. Think couldn’t believe this was really happening, but was happy to play!


The rest of the invitees came in, and the game of sexy poker could begin, everyone was acting a little tense and crazy, understandable, no one ever tried this sort of thing. But what the heck, maybe it wouldn’t even change anything. Maybe it would just be another poker evening, with the word sexy in front. Maybe everything would go haywire, and we would all die because of the fact that Silke was an undercover mafia agent and wanted to protect their illegal copyright? Oh well, we would have to live it. We would have to try to understand the new social rules in such a crazy game.


The first had that was dealt, immediately made clear that the size of the chest of our dealer, was adequate to cause a high degree of wiggling while dealing the cards around the table; which was cause for some giggles to surface, even from Silke herself. We began with an Omaha hand, and I got my signature hand, the best hand in the game. What are the chances? My evening couldn’t dissapoint anymore.

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