Vicki tilted her head in thought as she played her hand.  Tension?  She realized that she felt anything<em>but </em>tense.  Excited, yes, maybe even anxious to see how the quickly tumbling events would build, but Vicki wondered if she could feel at all tense in that moment.  Clinging to her pair of fours, she knew her hand wasn't very good, and she didn't honestly care.  The current wager was a piece of clothing, the removal of which Vicki desired anyway.  Why should she be sitting there fully clothed when both of her guests were already delightfully bared?<br/><br/>"Of course," she replied to her husband, standing to face them all.  "What sort of hostess would I be if I let you both sit about looking so lovely and I hid behind my dress?"<br/><br/>With a devilish smirk, she reached behind her neck, her gold hoop earrings swaying with the gesture.  The lengths of empress blue fabric tumbled limply down her chest, the top of her dress still clinging to the mounds of her breasts.  She tugged down her dress, letting the material pool in a wrinkled circle around her feet.  The white, strapless bra cupped her breasts.  Her panties, white as well with a lace panel in front, hugged her hips under the bonds of a nude colored garter belt.  Her stockings were a pale shade of nude to match the garter belt.  Vicki settled back into her seat, her confidence intact despite the loss of her dress.<br/><br/>"There now," she sighed.  "I think we're about all even."