He pauses for dramatic effect and then slams his green number two card on the pile.
“Uno, out!”
I drop my head in disgrace. He bluffed me well. When I look up at the victorious look on his face, all I can do is shake my head.
“I’m waiting,” he says.
"You're going to make me stick to the rules?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
As far as I'm concerned, I only have one option, so while still seated I loosen the drawstring of my sweats and slide them down my legs, kicking them off under the table. He can’t see much if I stay in my seat, but the bastard tries anyway and leans back on the legs of his chair to peep under the table.
“Interesting, you’re a bikini panty kind of girl. I thought you’d wear briefs.”
“Nobody under the age of fifty wears briefs.”
"You'd be surprised how many women wear briefs."
"Spare me the details."
“Are those one of your favorite pairs?”
“Can we please stop talking about my panties and continue with round two?”
“Dying to get naked, huh?”
“Not even a little bit. That’s the last round I’m going to lose. I promise you that.”
* * *
Those words soon come back to haunt me because in another fifteen minutes Knox calls Uno again and now I’ve got a real decision to make.
Do I take off my panties, my top, or do I just say the hell with this and kick him out of my room? Funny how this is actually a decision, because a strong part of me wants to see just how much mouth Knox will have once I’m sitting in front of him, bare-breasted. Maybe he won't be able to handle seeing me in my birthday suit. Maybe I should call his bluff.
“Uno, out!” He slams a blue five card on the table, licks the corner of his mouth, and waits for me to peel off another item of clothing.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah, Queenie.”
Two can play at this game.
“So which piece do you want me to take off?” I challenge.
“Huh?”
Knox believes that he’s discreetly adjusting his dick under the table. He isn’t. I know exactly what he’s doing. I threw him off with my question.
“Winners choice,” I say matter-of-factly. “Which one do you want me to take off next? The panties or the top?”
“Have you played strip Uno before, Gigi?” he asks suddenly growing annoyed.
“The rules seem pretty clear. You win the hand then I have to strip.”
“We don’t have to continue. I think I’ve proven beyond a doubt that I’m still the reigning Uno champion.”
“But we have one more round.”
