Ch 2.80: ❤ Poker

Elaina stared at the case for a while, pondering exactly two question: what was in the box, and how was she going to open it.

The second question was mostly answered for her. The audience had seen her chest completely uncovered already, and she’d managed to keep her most vulnerable place covered so far, so she would keep her pussy covered as she undid that latch. Her first thought was just to use her aspect, a surprisingly useful everyday skill, but that was still out of reach with the damn bracelet on. She’d had her chance when she traded bracelets with Shein earlier, but that was all over now.

Prisma seemed ahead of her, as Elaina could see the lid of the leather case flip up on the other side, both the contents and Prisma’s reaction hidden. Elaina decided waiting wasn’t going to help anyone here, so she got it over with, releasing her breasts to the view of the crowd once more and reaching for the latch. She flipped it up, pushed the box open, and found a sword. Not just any sword either, but a rapier, with a visibly dull blade and a capped point.

Prisma had already drawn hers from the box, eliciting gasps from the crowd as she swung it through the air, entranced completely by the weapon, seemingly no care at all that she was completely naked anymore. As nonchalant as Prisma was though, Elaina was probably equally concerned. She reaching into the case and picked hers up, gingerly removing it and extending it out.

“The final round of this poker tournament,” Shein said as her employees walked off, “is actually a game of poke-her. Or poke-him, as the case may sometimes be, but the ultimate objective is still poke-her. When you think about it, fencing and traditional poker aren’t too far from each other, feints and bluffs, ripostes and re-raises, and in this case, flops and flops.”

Most of the crowd took a moment to get the joke, but the laughter reached its apex as Prisma did another test swing, her chest shaking in full view of everyone and finally remembering she had modesty to preserve, hastily covering her chest again and turning both it and her blushing face away.

“But ultimately,” Shein continued, “the reason we’re doing this is to make sure the Temmie here goes to a good owner. It’s a hot item, almost as hot as these two participants here, and whoever owns it must be martially skilled. It’s just a happy coincidence that the first two participants are these two lovely, naked ladies.”

Elaina had to wonder how much of this really was coincidence. The rules for stone, parchment, shears were already made up obviously, and she couldn’t imagine the crowd of people who’d signed up for a poker tournament and found themselves in this scenario would take to it so easily in other circumstances. But this wasn’t other circumstances, the crowd had a show to look forward to, and their shouts and whistles of approval seemed to indicate they didn’t mind that much after all.

“Standard fencing tournament rules apply here,” Shein said. “I’ll call start as the referee, and then it’s first to three touches. In the absence of an actual ring, the entirety of the stage in front of this microphone stand will act as your arena.”

Elaina had to double check that spacing. It was longer than the typical rings they used at school but also more narrow, less room for side to side movement. It wasn’t how she’d practiced, but it also wasn’t liked she’d had that much practice anyway. Prisma won’t be as used to that though, so it might actually be to my advantage.

“Alright now, fencers ready!”

Both hesitated, but Prisma moved first, facing her back to the audience and stepping into her stance. Gods she’s pretty, was the first thought in Elaina’s head. The sight was doing something to her brain, messing with the roadways of her mind. Prisma naked, extending out a rapier, eyes on Elaina’s naked body, expecting her to do the same. Elaina had imagined seeing Prisma naked before, in her dreams, in her bed alone when she wasn’t dreaming, but never like this, the side profile view, just the slight glimpse of chest, a long leg pointed at her, just barely hiding what was in between it and the other.

Elaina’s fingers were twitching, her pussy begging for more than that. She could do it, she realized, start masturbating right here on stage. Maybe it would be better, even? The clear her head, sort out her thoughts, unfog her mind. At this point, she knew it wouldn’t even take a minute, not with Prisma in front of her, the eyes of the entire building on her.

No! That was beyond absurd, she realized, stilling her hand. There was time for that later, all sorts of ways she could relive this moment. She could do it alone, with Carly watching to simulate an audience, Tira acting as Shein, maybe with a couple toys to take the place of the rapier…

Fuck, no! She was actually doing it this time, running her fingers between her lips. Stopping was so hard, the hardest thing she’d done in her entire life, but closing her eyes, she managed it. Normally closing her eyes would cause her imagination to run wild, but there was nothing she could imagine right now worse than this, better than this.

Did they see? Elaina thought as she opened up her eyes again. The angle she was at, only Shein and Prisma could have, and neither were looking at her hand, but their expressions told the story. Shein had that smirk, the I-know-what-you-were-just doing smirk, and Prisma, well, the wide-eyed I-can’t-believe-you-were-just-doing-that stare told Elaina everything she needed to know.

And gods that just made it worse, made the pangs of her body ring even louder. It was so hard to focus, but she had to, and there was one way she thought of that could help, just maybe. It had to happen anyway, she supposed. The fact that it would be a distraction from her hand was just an added bonus. Prisma was on the left side of the stage, and that granted her an undoubted advantage, that only her backside was presented to the audience, a boon that Elaina didn’t have.

Elaina turned to face the audience, unable to bear looking at them. She looked down at her body instead, saw the entire thing glowing red despite the fact that was the one light that didn’t seem to be in the rainbow of lights in this buildings, bearing down on stage right now. I’m really about to do this, she realized. It was insanity. To be honest, she was pretty sure no one outside of this room would ever believe what was happening, no matter how emphatically the participants here would try to insist that it was. But it was real, and as Elaina took her hand away, bending her knees to fall into that fencer’s stance, she resigned herself to that fact.

Of course, even she never could’ve imagined what happened next. As her hand left her crotch, just the slightest brushing over her folds as she took it away sent a spasm through her body. She gasped as the audience cheered at her exposed lips, the glistening skin shining under the stage lights, doing her best to keep standing as her legs shook, wave after wave coursing through her veins as she inhaled and bit her lips to quell the rising moans inside her. It wasn’t the most physically intense orgasm she’d ever had, but the mental strain was unmatched.

“Start!” Shein shouted.