@xdarnxskippyx asked: Darcy and Cheryl over at the Maidenhead house at a night where they are drinking and Darcy & Cheryl are together and there is drama with Geri & Mel & Vic if you want but u know XD
What the Hell was this? WHY the Hell was this? Whose idea even WAS This? Oh. Right. That’s whose. Vic’s gaze rolled, turning over toward one DOPED UP Geri Halliwell.What was even the bloody POINT of playing strip poker without guys? A question she’d like to ask with her WHOLE CHEST, but she was pretty sure she had the ANSWER to that question already as Geri lived out in her WHOLE ELEMENT, top off, cone-bra’d tits on FULL DISPLAY, leaving her in camo cargo and army boots. Had VIC’S attention. Damn sure had MEL’S attention. And then there was… Lidded lashes blinked, flickering across to a SWALLOWING DARCY trying to keep her gaze on her OWN girlfriend. Made Vic SICK. Why was that? Wasn’t she the COOL, CALM & COLLECTED ONE? The one who CONTROLLED the game, rather than being just another PAWN in it? At least, she liked to perceive things that way, but as she looked at her hand; a three of diamonds, a queen of spades, a four of hearts, a seven of clubs, an eight of clubs, and a river composed of the seven of diamonds and the ace of spades and other MENIAL TRASH, it was hard to argue as she… “Call.” Chips thrown in. She’d claim it a BLUFF. But then what the Hell was she BLUFFING FOR in a game like this? “If you’re gonna make me play your RIDICULOUS GAMES, I’m gonna have to embarrass you.” Those were the words she’d said mere moments ago, even looking at a hand that maxed at a pair of 7’s.
Came the other girls, All except for MEL C, teeth BITING INTO HER LIP. Why the FUCK had she been so unlucky to be seated NEXT to Geri right about now? Not only was she much too close, danger close, to those mammoth tits in their pushout cone bra, only FURTHER emphasizing the girl’s generous bust on that TINY ASS FRAME. But Geri, like herself was a few drinks and an E deep. She’d been getting, umm… TOUCHY… In fact even now she had a hand beneath the table GROPING UNABASHEDLY at Mel’s thigh through her trackies. ‘Can’t wait to get you outta those.’ She’d DRUNKENLY SLURRED at one point. And thus was keep to Mel C’s OWN playing style. She’d been the BORING ONE. As Geri IMMEDIATELY whipped off her top, and Darcy (a little too sexuality) peeled off her denim jacket, and Cheryl freely dropped her skirt, leaving herself in carefully woven fishnet tights, Melanie C had joined Emma in removing just ONE SHOE when they’d lost their hands. Vic and Mel B were YET to lose. And Mel C was ALREADY beginning to fear the WORST if she had to ACTUALLY whip off her sports bra or trackies. Boy shorts were SOAKED down below, and nipples were HARDENED & PROMINENTLY POKING OUT from that tight little sports bra. One might (and HAD) asked why she hadn’t AT LEAST removed her jacket since she was usually fine wearing her sports bra EVERYWHERE, but… But… THE EVIDENCE… She could NOT in front of SIX OTHER GIRLS show of her hardened nipples when ONE OF THEM had her tits out. She was NEVER going to live that down. Shit, she wasn’t even gonna live down the way she’d frozen up, swallowing hard and shifting, fingers BENDING THE CARDS as Geri played with her thigh. KEEP IT COOL, Mel, she had to remind herself. If Vic caught so much of a WHIFF of intimacy between them, she was likely to be the FIRST to call it out. And to turn it into a COMPETITION. Was just the way Vic was for… SOME fucking reason… “C-Call…” HARD SWALLOW. Hopefully they’d take it as part of her poker face. Or maybe a FAILED BLUFF. There was just… ONE problem…
These girls only got MORE OUTRAGEOUS by the encounter. Was this just the way of the working class in London’s youth? Darcy shouldn’t REALLY have been surprised. After all, it wasn’t EXACTLY as if herself and Cheryl lived PARTICULARLY MODEST LIVES OF THEIR OWN. No ecstasy, she had to admit. At least for herself. But they’d done weed and, well… Glance to Cheryl. Cheryl’s reputation became its own ruinous kind of beast now, hadn’t it? No thanks to Scottie Fucking Perkins. Shrimp Dick Scottie, as Cheryl called him nowadays. Cheryl was still, at present, a little NAIVE to Darcy’s… AHEM… Gaze flickered, drifted, trying to AVOID looking at THEM. Geri had just raised, which meant either she had a DAMN GOOD HAND. Or she was looking for an excuse to take off ANOTHER article of clothing. And Darcy wasn’t sure if her own resolve could SURVIVE if she did. She’d tried to match the energy. To play it cool. She was FAILING. And if she wasn’t careful, Cheryl was ABSOLUTELY going to clock onto her CHECKING OUT ANOTHER GIRL. “Three of a kind.” She revealed, as Cheryl dropped two pairs. Emma matched. & Mel B revealed a straight. Was she STACKING the deck? What was that bitch’s LUCK? This left just Vic and Geri… “So what’ll it be? Cheryl, Vic or Geri? Who's the unlucky LOSER?” Words spoken with light teasing, trying to play up the fact that STRIPPING was SUPPOSED to be an undesired punishment. Trying to PRETEND that part of her chest wasn’t tangling with an anticipatory DISGUST at the idea of seeing Geri drop ANOTHER article of clothing. She’d be NAKED at this rate. Still… There was SOMETHING ELSE happening. Something Darcy had not’ YET picked up on… But Vic had…
DEEP SIGH from Vic had green-eyed envy BURNED into the edge of the table, watching as Mel’s body language TOLD ON HER. Told on the PAIR of them. Wasn’t that ironic? That her own hand was JUST THAT? “Pair of sevens. Looks like I’m the unlucky one, unless Geri somehow thought it was a GOOD IDEA to raise on a HIGH CARD when NO ONE was folding.” Vic REALLY hoped that wasn’t the case. Okay, so that was a lie. She would NEVER say no to watching Geri STRIP OFF. Mind you she wasn’t exactly the type to say YES, either. She was much too cool for that. But how the fuck had SHE been placed next to freaking DARCY & EMMA while Geri GROPED at Mel C’s inner thigh? She was LOSING the attention game. And Vic didn’t like LOSING. Certainly not to fucking MELANIE CHISHOLM. Geri was HER best friend. And as the sex symbol of Touch, Geri was Queenmaker, so to speak. And Vic, shallow as she was, wanted, no, NEEDED to be the one Geri recognized, branded, as her fellow sex symbol. It was a very… CLIQUE outlook on life. One Vic had TRIED to reject on a fundamental level growing up. But alas… Geri had that effect on people. (In what world was this GERI’S FAULT?) A kick of her heel against Geri’s shin, as if trying to STOP HER from feeling up their fellow bandmate. Or maybe it was a PREEMPTIVE STRIKE in case Geri REALLY HAD raised on a high card. Either Geri REALLY WANTED to be naked in front of six other girls. Or she was too damn drunk. There was no way she was THIS bad at poker that even when Vic was TRYING to throw a hand to strip off her OWN top and STEAL AWAY GERI’S ATTENTION, that she’d STILL find a way to lose. Moment of truth. “So what’s the verdict, Gerr? You finally won a hand?”
