Losing at Cards
For about a year I had been a member of a group of girls all living near each other who had taken the routine of getting together once each month to play cards, drink wine. No men. The game was always the choice of the girl hosting the party but always involved gambling. The routine we developed was that each brought 100 Euros to the game; generally the game ended when one girl had no more money. She would also be the next host. Often there was a theme for dressing up.
Last fall Jeanne, my least favorite of the six, told each of us a few days before the game that the theme was lingerie and that we needn't worry about bringing money this time. I was intrigued and I think, like the others had some idea of what was to come. After everyone arrived and after we had all had at least some glasses of the wine, Jeanne explained that we would be playing for the clothes we were wearing. She had worked out a clever system with each girl getting 5 chips for each piece of her clothing. We were to play poker (my worst game), after every fourth game any player with more than 5 chips more than the number of chips to justify the clothes she still had would have to buy one item of clothes from another player at the price of 5 chips per item. No hoarding of chips to protect yourself. The rule also meant that even if you were doing pretty well in the game you could still lose clothes if another girl who was also winning chose to use her chips to buy your clothes.
I do not now how everyone there felt about this. I was excited but apprehensive too. After a little more wine and encouragement all but one agreed to proceed. Jeanne suggested that in the same way our games normally ended when one girl had no more money, we would now go until one had no clothes.
I did not start well but would have been not the last if not that Jeanne and her friend Elise were really going against me. I lost most of my clothes in little past the first half hour. At first I really found this exciting but even with my 5th glass of wine was uncomfortable sitting nearly naked at the table with the others still mostly clothed. It didn't help me that quickly the portables were being used to take lots of pictures (mostly of me)
A rule was made part way through that a player could buy back a piece of her clothes if she was ahead by at least 5 chips at the end of the next four game round. This was a response to my objection when Jeanne and Elise, both doing very well, insisted that the lost clothes were not going to be returned at the end of the night. This was very bad for me because unlike the others I had kept my jacket on at the start of the games. Now, by the rules, I might have nothing to wear home at the end of the night.
I really turned Jeanne against me when I untied my hair and pulled it in front of me to hide my naked breasts. She said that if I was to use my hair like that maybe the hair should be in the game too.
Before the first hour I was naked. Completely. No one really wanted the game to end yet and I wanted to have at least my jacket for the walk home. Elise suggested I be allowed to play with 10 chips, if I could bring that to 20 I would get the jacket, as well as my shoes, if I lost it all I would have to be shaved. Not that I would want Jeanne or Elise to do it, but I liked that idea. I had a very thick triangle and liked it so but would gladly risk that not to walk home nude.
So the game continued. I did well for a while. Unfortunately, with two good but not good enough hands I lost 8 and then 9 chips in consecutive games. That was it. Jeanne disappeared for a few minutes. Returned with scissors and a razor. She and Elise had me up on a chair clipping with scissors, then lathering me with soap. She was so quick and capable with the razor! I was smooth in just a few strikes. More naked than in 15 years! More pictures.
So now what. Jeanne came back to her earlier idea. Bet against your hair. She measured the length as 110 cm and offered as many chips. Play until one other girl loses her clothes and we would be to settle at that point. Any more than the 110 chip "loan" and I could use that to buy back any clothes I chose. Less than 110 chips and I would have a trim to equal the loss. I was really drunk and pretty confused but mostly stupid. So I played. At that point I had maybe, as many chips as all the others combined. I would have been less reckless if I had remembered that I had the chips as a loan and had not done well to that time. Here the details are not so important. I bet. I lost. Over and over.
With my last chips lost in a play that ended with my three eights losing to my best friend's three queens, Jeanne had me to go with the others watching to the next room. The friend to who I had lost felt really bad; she gave me her stockings to wear. She and the others warned Jeanne that we all had to stop. It was too far. Jeanne teased and put the scissors against the back of my head. The blades were on side and I could tell she had just a little hair between them. I was really scared but certain she would, at the most, cut just a few strands. Then she was to her work. She did not hesitate at all. Elise laughed. I guess this was perhaps always their planning. My hair was coming off in thick bundles, sliding down my back and breasts. Some brushing against the skin of my cold naked chatte. I did not move or say anything. The hair covered my feet; it hung in long clumps over my shoulders. The back of my head felt cold. When she finished my queue and made toward the side the others made her stop. She proposed a little broom for me to sweep up. More pictures. The naked, shaved, nearly bald (at least in back) baroness sweeping up her own hair after being so fully out smarted by Jeanne and her girlfriend. Tears were rolling down my face. I went home. The walk was just 100 meters; no one saw me I think. By then I didn't care.
I have some of the pictures from this night in my gallery. I have made them all as black and white... a little more discreet than color. Please to make some comments.
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