THE POKER GAME 
by Sundaram Ramchandran aka Indiaguy / zenkalidas



The incident I am about to relate happened when I was in Grad school. I had
gone to a mixed martial arts match (in the sense of hybrid of styles) after
the usual Saturday night drinks. During the break, I had gone to get a soft
drink when I saw a strapping amazon with reddish brown hair, a ruddy
complexion like a native American and massive but shapely thighs, legs and
buttocks. She had beautifully proportioned breasts, and eyes that sparkled
with fun and high spirits. To top it all, her hair fell across her shoulders
in a manner that enhanced her feminity. God seemed to have put in all that was
wonderful across all the races of mankind into this embodiment of amazonhood.
She was dressed in a miniskirt and wore leather boots.

It was only when I drew near that I recognized her as my friend Peter's
mother. I was amazed that I had not recognized her beauty (and brawn (I would
like to add that we all knew that she had a wonderful brain as well (she was a
doctor))).

She instantly recognized me and called out with a robust "Hey, Bob, what are u
doing here"

Me : "Hi Mrs Stone, what a surprise seeing you here !! Peter around ?"

Mrs Stone : " Nope, I came myself. I am into combat sports and mixed (M/f)
wrestling myself. Are u into those?"

Me : "Nope. I just like to watch ## "

Mrs Stone : "How would u know unless you try ? Say what, do you want to take
me on an arm-wrestling match ?"

She did not even give me the chance to say no. I could hardly refuse her
outstretched hand (!;-) ) We played 4 games and we were even (I had the
sneaking felling that she was toying with me). In the last match, in an
uncharacteristic display and burst of energy and power, I pushed her arm with
force. She gave a slight grimace of pain muttering "ouch, that hurt !!" but
recovered sufficiently to lift up my arm "3 cheers to the strong man". Again,
I had the feeling that she was being sarcastic. In a manner that I thought was
gracious (but which I realized later may have been perceived as
condescending), I offered to buy her drinks. Before the waiter could bring the
drinks, I suddenly held her with all my force and tried kissing her. I
suddenly felt her pull away from me. I apologized and said "I am sorry I could
not help it. I am intoxicated by you"

She laughed and said "Look. Let us play a game of "wrestling poker". Both of
us will try stripping each other naked. If you win, you can take me to your
house and make love to me. If I win ... .well, that's a surprise !!:-).
Anyway, since I am already into mixed combat (in all senses), I will start
with the handicap of just having miniskirts above my panties. I will also keep
my left hand tied up"

The "poker" match started. Both of us stripped to the waist (exposing her
breasts).

I felt that it would be fairly easy especially with the handicap but soon
found out that she was extremely strong and skilled and almost like a gymnast
and used every part of the body to great effect and soon, I found that she had
unraveled my trousers and I fought desparately to retain my underwear
(including using punches etc). But she either foiled them or took them in her
stride. I was completely naked. She wore my underwear around her hand like a
bandanna. She held me up naked as a victory trophy and walked around the club.

She then proceeded to paint me as an ape with the sign "USE ME" painted on my
buttocks and face. She then tied me to a spot and then kissed me goodbye and
left in a car.

Meanwhile, the attention of the people shifted from the relatively boring
fight to this sideshow. People really started using me as a dustbin. Some put
rubbish all over (including my hair). Some people even urinated on me.
Luckily, she returned in time to rescue me from further harm.

After untying me, she said "Oh, my poor baby, how people have been mistreating
you. Let Mama take care of you" She then proceeded to shave off my hair
completely (including my pubic hair). She then had this crazy idea of pasting
all the tonsured hair on my ass with a slight opening where she painted a face
with a smile (as I found out later). I really looked like an ape/clown. "hope
my pet is not cold now" , she giggled.

I was completely shattered and in tears. She proceeded to bathe me and dress
me like a girlish clown / fool except for my exposed hairy butt that stuck out
((like a sore "thumb" !!).

Finally, moved by my plight, there were tears in her eyes and she hugged me
and proceeded to make love to me on the dance floor.

Later in the day (after she changed me into decent clothes and shaved off the
hair off the butt), I got up to hear her voice on my voice-mail box (just as
the scientist martin sends celia a note in Arthur Hailey's "strong medicine")
"Robert, my love, my being with you yesterday has rejuvenated my scientific
appetite. I have got research grants to work on 2 major themes :

- How to chemically suppress hair growth in specific parts of the body such as
the butt or excessive chest hair in males etc or how to induce hair growth on
the head in bald people

How to make the butt mimic the facial expression through photo-chemical means

Let us celebrate. Would u want to reverse the roles ? Me in jeans and you in
Mini-skirts. On second thoughts, you are too delicate to wear mini-skirts.
Stick to pants !!

Let me end with Oscar Wilde's quote :

Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable
for delicate boys.

Bye and see you later , my darling sissy boy

Julia