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Re: F!Courier/Benny - Strip Poker

[(Anonymous)]

Mal was losing. Badly. And she wasn't quite sure how he was doing it, but she was absolutely sure that Benny was cheating. He lounged easily, watching her with wide smirk that was threatening to become a leer as he straightened the lapels of his checkered jacket needlessly. Oh yes, he was cheating. They were both playing no holds barred, and yet every time Mal thought she had him, he came out on top. But just barely. He was taunting her, winning with the hand that was just one better than her own. Four of a kind to her full house. A flush that topped her straight. And now he swept the floor with her, placing his cards neatly on the table in front of them. A royal flush.
Her cheeks flared, from embarrassment of anger, she wasn't sure. Her teeth felt like they would break, she was clenching them so tightly.
"I take it that means I win again, doll face?" Benny's words were smug enough that Mal could practically feel them slither up her arms and down her spine. She didn't respond.
Her hands were clamped tightly on the hem of her tank top, desperate to keep it in place, just above the waistband of her tight blue shorts.
The dark leather armor had been made short work of, though she had dragged it out piece by piece. The boots, the belt and holsters, and then finally the armor itself. She was mortified!
At this point she would rather forfeit than reveal the rest of her body to Benny, of all people. She hadn't been bared like this since Doc Mitchell had dug the bullets out of her head and helped point her in the right direction.
The co-leader of the Strip spoke, luring her out of her thoughts.
"Lost your nerve already, bearcat?" He jeered lightly, before taking a long drink from the bottle of whiskey that he'd been nursing throughout the game. "The way I see it, you've got two options. Take off your top, and let me check out your bubs, or slide on out of your shorts so I can see if those gams of yours lead to anything nice." His tone made it clear that he was open to either choice. This was his area of expertise, and Mal had already lost.
The courier covered her face with her hands in an attempt to hide her blush, though the tips of her ears were burning just as red. She was too far out of her element, and was struggling to find solid ground.
Benny had played her right into his hands.

(Aaaah I haven't written in ages. Bearcat- fiery gal, bubs- breasts, gams- legs. )

Re: F!Courier/Benny - Strip Poker

[(Anonymous)]

My college's mascot is a bearcat. A!A, you have officially caught my attention lol. Can't wait for moar Slimey Benny, who is simultaneously snaking cards and sullying my school. What a glorious fink.