High Stakes Strip Poker

This story is inspired by Contractually Obligated by Ggnt. It doesn't canonically take place in the same world, because I haven't asked for permission to write this story, but neither of us can stop you from imagining that it does. ;-)

"As most of you will know, the Tobias Howarth Law Academy didn't even exist in the 2020s. And yet, by the 2060s, it was in the top three law schools in the entire country. How? Well, an extraordinary amount of funding from the late great Mr Howarth, of course. But also, some extremely progressive and frankly radical approaches to education and campus life, made possible thanks to the evolution of the nation's contract law." Stephanie Brixley keeps her hands tightly held behind her back, just above the start of her tight round bottom, as she guides her group of freshers towards the main gates of THLA's huge grounds. The men in the group gawk at her incredible curves which are daringly barely hidden under a much-too-short black leather skirt which threatens to ride up at any moment and expose some panties.

There were certain things that Stephanie definitely didn't need to explain to these incoming aspiring lawyers, because they live in this country, and didn't grow up under a rock! For example, pretty much anything can be legally binding now, even indentured slavery, as long as it can be demonstrated that the original contract or contracts were entered into willingly, by those of sound mind and body.

"And as you should be aware, there are only a modest number of organizations trusted to certify and legitimize such contracts. Fortunately for us, THLA is one! So, combining the nation's new system of contract law with an extremely large privately owned estate... Well, I'm sure you've heard the rumors." Stephanie says coyly.

"The academy grounds pretty much makes up its own laws around, amongst other things, public indecency and sex." A bold young man called Max pipes up from the back of the group of freshers.

"Bingo." Stephanie responds playfully, before blowing a kiss Max's way. "But this isn't just for fun. Modern contract law makes up for 95% of legal disputes. If you are to make it in this world as a lawyer, you need to understand how modern contracts work inside and out. And just like the best way to learn a new language is to just start living in a foreign country, the best way to learn your way around the complexities of these contracts is to immerse yourself in the strange little world that is THLA, where pretty much everything runs on contracts... And those who don't learn fast enough, might end up rather red in the face."

The group arrives at the main gates, where several armed guards protect the entrance, and direct them to a single-storey office building.

"This is the Processing Office. Anyone who comes into the grounds, passes through here, and must read and sign the extensive contract and legal waiver. I'll leave you each to read it through in full, but in summary, you consent to being exposed to nudity, sex, and general vulgarity at any time while on-site. But you also agree to not direct sexual aggression towards anyone with whom there is no consent contract in place. Finally, you agree to wear your Sentinel bracelet at ALL times. You will NEVER remove it, when on-site. Think of it as your safety harness, to prevent anyone from breaking the rules in a way that could harm you."

Sentinel bracelets are a new innovation made possible thanks to the advancements in Artificial Intelligence over the last few decades. Each bracelet contains countless ultra high definition cameras, pointing in all directions, a microphone, and a speaker. They also each contain an instance of a completely airwalled AI. This AI essentially lives in your bracelet, unhackable, because it doesn't digitally talk to anything. But it's always watching, always recording, always listening. You can use it for common technological assistant stuff like navigation or playing music, as long as you've had it read the map or listen to the music first, and you can also use it to help you find something you've forgotten, or to help you remember what you need to buy at the shop, and to track your fitness regime. It's essentially a Black Box for your life, tracking absolutely everything you say, do, and experience. But it only provides information when you give it permission to do so. When it does provide information, it is incredibly accurate and completely trustworthy, and so can be used as evidence of a contract's terms being kept, or being breached.

"Okay then, I'm gonna go on ahead, rather than wait however many hours it takes the slowest of you to read and sign. Meet at the front of the dining hall at 8pm and we'll grab food together. Until then, just wander around, and, if I were you, avoid signing any contracts anyone offers you on your first day." Stephanie says with a knowing grin, and then turns to leave the group.

"Wait! Stephanie, before you go, are the rumors true?" It's the guy called Max again.

"What rumors?" Stephanie asks innocently?

"You know... The big rumors. About the Strip Poker. And I'm pretty sure I heard that you..."

"You heard right." Stephanie says, her smile cracking slightly, but keeping her cool. "Last year, four female freshers played the highest stakes game of strip poker there has ever been. And yes, you heard right again... I won. 30 million dollars."

((In the year 2024, that would have been about 10 million dollars.))

"But." Max prompts her to continue.

"But." Stephanie agrees. "Not only is it impossible to win without entering into at least a few lewd contracts that I'm not going to get into right now... nobody played a perfect game, and walked away without getting 'stripped' at least once. Gosh, why is this so much more humiliating to discuss with you guys? I guess it's because you're still mostly-normal newbies who aren't used to the insanity that goes on up there. But yes, you're right. I lost an item of clothing. So until I turn 30 years old, I am contractually obliged to never wear panties again. And part and parcel with that rule, is that I can only wear skirts as short as this one, or high-cut one-piece swimsuits."

Steph lifts up one part of her short black skirt, revealing completely bare thighs... and just the tiniest glimpse of bare pussy, teasingly concealed by the shadow of her hem. The entire group gasps as they can all see, right in front of their faces, evidence of the truth of her words. Stephanie Brixley really isn't wearing anything at all underneath there.

The group is left speechless at this undeniable reality, and so nobody says a word as Stephanie turns and steps up to the guarded gate.

She holds up her bracelet to the security guard, and a loud male British robotic voice declares "This is Miss Stephanie Brixley. She has signed the General Campus Contract, and is permitted to enter."

The guard nods, and stands aside, to allow Stephanie through the gate.

Turning her head back to them one more time just as she reaches the threshold, Stephanie leaves them with one final piece of news.

"The exciting news is that the Council considered the Freshers High Stakes Strip Poker game such a success, that they've made it an annual tradition. Any ladies here in **** need of a small cash injection... Or willing to risk it all for a shot at a small fortune... I'd strongly suggest you get your name down on the list before applications close at 6pm."

"But you just told us not to enter into any other contracts on our first-" one young woman pipes up.

But Stephanie has already headed on through, and she either can't hear the woman's question, or pretends not to.