A Fair Exchange (Closed)

Friday, 3 PM, Zeta Psi Fraternity house.​

Rick Massey listened to Steve as he laid out some of his concerns. Rick was one of your typical Big Man On Campus types-he'd come originally on a Volleyball scholarship and was finishing up a Political Science Bachelors the next spring. He was also a senior member of the Zeta Psi Fraternity. He was downing another energy drink, feeling the effects of his hangover finally starting to wear off. He had an off day, so he'd gotten into a game of "shot checkers" the night before...which was always a bad idea. He mentally made a vow to stop doing that.

Steve was...well, he wasn't really anyone. Rick barely knew the guy except that he'd rushed Zeta Psi this semester. Apparently he thought he'd immediately become "one of the guys" just for joining, but as in any social circle, it usually took time to gain acceptance. Steve was feeling left out, or some shit like that. Rick resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"So, Rick, I was hoping you could, I dunno, just help me out, get me included more stuff. Even the basic stuff-like, nobody even told me about the charity fundraiser for two weeks, so I got left out of the photo on the website. I just don't wanna get left out."

Rick stepped past Steve, after chugging the last bit of his energy drink, and fired his empty can over toward the big trashcan. It clanged off the rim and landed on the hardwood. "Sometimes, Steve, you just need to put yourself out there a bit more. I can't be responsible for including every new rush who wants to show up at every social event." Rick walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, thinking to head to the gym to get his legs working. But then he paused, glancing at Steve, and remembered one thing about him-he had that fucking hot girlfriend, the one with an accent and an ass made to fuck.

Rick gave him a quick grin, coming up with something devious. "Hey, your girl, Renee-she's supposed to be a real tease, isn't she?"

Steve shook his head. "She's not exactly a tease, she's just not really comfortable with, ya know, sex. Heck, even me, I kiss her a little bit, and as soon as it starts getting heated, she just shuts down and ends it. Guys think that just because she's French she's, like...what's the word....libertine or something."

Rick pondered for a moment. He knew that she really had to be some kind of hot piece underneath that-he'd seen some of what she posted on Twitter. Always showing off her ass, trying on different outfits. Nothing too racy, but still, she liked her body and liked having guys look at it. The idea that Rick had began to settle in his mind.

"Okay, Steve, how about a bet, based around your lady." Rich leaned back against the fridge, looking over at Steve. "I'll bet I can get that hot piece in the sack inside of a week. Wait, today's Friday? So by next Friday night, then, I'll bet I could screw your girl. If I win-well, obviously, I'll get your girl. But if I lose, then you and are official tight. Best buds, and I'll make sure people know your name." He raised his eyebrow at Steve. "How's that sound?"

Steve paused. He was clearly confused by this direction, and his brow was furrowed. Rick knew, looking at him, that Steve was trying to weigh the downside of this. Considering he'd been dating this girl for months and she hadn't put out, the idea that a guy she hadn't even met could get into her pants in just a week had to seem impossible. And maybe it was-for Rick, this wasn't really a losing proposition since it wouldn't cost him anything, other than dragging a freshman around with him. But he was a brother, anyway.

Steve nodded. "Well, okay. But you can NOT tell her I agreed to this, okay? She wouldn't understand, so don't wreck it."

Rick nodded. "You got yourself a deal, bro." He grabbed his hand and shook it, sealing the deal.

"Now, one more thing-let's talk a bit about what she likes, just to give me a chance to make an approach...."



Rick walked into the arcade where Steve had said that Renee liked to hang out. She had thing for arcades and video games. Apparently she burned through a lot of money here on the weekends. Well, Rick had spent the last couple of nights here, playing her favorite game at the arcade because he was looking for an edge. He expected her to be snooty and uptight, so it was good to plan ahead.

He saw her, sitting on that little motorcycle, her ass straddling against the seat lovely while she pushed the gas pedal input. He strolled up next to her, looking over her shoulder at the screen as she steered. She was definitely into it, biting her lip obviously, and apparently barely even noticing his leering at her while she leaned forward. He chuckled.

"Nice work, you're pretty good at this one," he said to her. "And you look really hot on that thing."

Her race ended then, and she turned to look at him. He gave her his most charming smile. "Hey, I recognized you from college-seen you around campus. You're that exchange student right? My name is Rick." He extended his hand toward her.

"I just can't see a lovely lady spending time on her own without wanting to offer some company-your boyfriend doesn't seem to be around."

"I'm flattered, I guess, but I'm really not interested. You're with that frat house right? Don't you have some club to go to, or something?".

Rick fought to keep the reaction off of his face. This bitch! Who the hell does she think she is? It was that point, bet or no bet, Rick decided for sure he had to humiliate the slut. Good manners cost nothing...bad manners might end up with your ass getting spanked while you ask for daddy to please fuck you. Resisting the urge to growl, he shook his head at her.

"Whoa, okay, sorry. Didn't realize that you were doing something so important, Renee," mentally he added the "Round Ass" part of her campus nickname. The kids started playing the game as they stood there, Rick's eyes staying on hers. He forced another smile on her face.

"Listen, you're really cute, and I didn't intend to bother you. So, you wanna make a quick deal with me?" He put on the most sincere expression he could, pulling out a few tokens and holding them up. "I promise I'll leave you alone and never you bother you again IF...." Rick paused... "If you can post a higher score on this game than I do. I'll even pay for your next turn as well as mine.

But if I win, all I want is for you to be nice to me and hang out with me the rest of the night. We can just play games and have fun. That's fair, right? I should warn you, though, I used to dominate the arcades as a kid." He chuckled and narrowed his eyes at her, tilting his head. "I mean, you can't blame a guy for wanting to talk to a pretty girl, right?"

He waited as she considered it...and just like with Steve, Rick had made a bet that couldn't be refused. What neither of them knew or understood was that Rick was a winner. Sure, nobody wins them all, but Rick couldn't lose the big ones, the ones where all of his pride was on the line. Both Steve and his bitch were going to be humiliated by the time he was finished. It wouldn't be pretty, and Rick didn't give a shit.

Once Renee agreed, he handed her a pair of tokens so she could take her next turn, and then stepped back to watch her. He glanced down at her ass riding on that little motorcycle, the way her ass cheeks spread on either side of it and rested again it, and he just knew it was something to save. Pulling out his phone, he lined up his camera before taking a photo of her.


She didn't seem to notice that she was being photographed, being intensely focused on her game. She did really well, zigging through the levels and putting up good times, but he thought he could keep up. He had, the night before, put one of his scores into the top 10 for that machine. Even if she had several others, he was at least on her level. And he had much more incentive than she did to pull through.

Once she finished, he glanced down at the score, nodding, before he stepped up next to the machine. "That's very good...it's going to be tough to beat. But I'm still going to take my shot." With a smirk, Rick replaced her on the machine and loaded his tokens in to play the game.

Rick's mind was in the zone as soon as the game started. He'd just been here the previous night, so all of the key events were still in his head. The game was meant to be a token-eater, with lots of materials to crash on. Most of the player-killer moments were scripted, and if you knew what was coming, you could just dodge the more RNG-generated stuff.

As he accelerated into the final part, he knew he was on course-and Renee was even cheering him on. He smiled as he finished, checking his new high score, topping hers. He was tempted to be crude and to put a dirty word into the machine, but he wasn't quite THAT juvenile. He just put his last name, "Massey," and then stepped off the motorbike.

Okay, okay, she said, as he gave her an arrogant grin. He then extended a friendly hand to hers and gave her a handshake. "You win and for what it's worth, sorry about earlier.".

Not as sorry as you will be when I'm finished with you, thought Rick. "It's fine, I'm sure you must get hit on all the time. The French accent really does it for a lot of guys around here, and you're very gentle on the eyes, as they say." He let go of her hand after holding onto it for a bit too long.

"You're still on the hook, but do you think you can top that score?" Rick grinned and held up two more tokens. "As a gentleman, I should allow the lady the opportunity to defend her honor." He winked at her playfully and then loaded the tokens into the bike. "Go for it, Renee."

He sat, watching her again. Her run wasn't quite as good as her previous run. Sometimes the luck just isn't there, especially in games that require twitch reflexes from muscles that aren't always quick-twitch muscles. He gave her a rueful smile and then helped her off of the bike this time. "Let's take a break from this one for now. Just walk with me."

He strolled around next to her, resisting the urge to grope her in the meantime, as he chatted with her. "So how long have you been in the States, anyway?" he asked to be conversational. They ended up taking a seat at the snackbar and Rick ordered a platter of chips and cheese dip to share while they sat and chatted.

Rick knew how to charm a girl, even if he wasn't really a particularly nice guy. When a girl knows you're a bad boy and you're playing nice just for her, it can be a real panty dropper. He doubted that Renee bought his act, but she didn't have to in order to see something charming in it. Rick smiled and snacked on his chips while keeping his eyes on her face, only occasionally letting his eyes slide down to her chest and her breasts pressed firmly up against her tight shirt.

He gave a soft laugh when she started laughing about her obsession with games, nodding. "I used to be obsessed with them too. But volleyball has really kept me busy the past few years-gotta stay in shape for it, and spending time working with the team doesn't give me as much time to goof around as I used to have."

She laughed again and finished talking about her boyfriend. "He said he'd beat me at these machines to the point where I would stop playing but I doubt that'll ever happen!" Rick grinned and then narrowed his eyes at her playfully.

"Oh? Well maybe I'll end up being the one that beats you so often that you'll stop wanting to play these games." Rick loved the double entendre of his phrase, even though Renee probably assumed he wasn't smart enough to make it. Truly, it had only been happy chance, though he realized it as he said it.

He continued chatting with her and then finished his chips before standing up. "Let's play a few more games. There's some different things in here that are fun. Play one of these shooters with me, it's fun with two players." He grinned and then went over to put some more cash into the token machine, shoving a $10 bill in. He had a little cup specifically to carry tokens around (or raffles, if he felt like playing skeetball, which he seldom did) and then handed it over to Renee.

"C'mon, this way." He pointed toward the next machine he intended to play, letting her lead the way. He wanted to look at her nice ass as she walked in front of him.

Rick was walking behind her and taking the opportunity to ogle her ass, seeing it shake just a bit as she walked. Then something which was just happy circumstance, something Rick couldn't have planned no matter how thorough she was. She stumbled, coins spilling out on the floor, and then quickly she dove down onto the floor on all fours to try to scoop up the coins. Her fine, large ass was right in front of him, almost pointing as his crotch as she knelt down on all fours, bent over.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry, let me get them..." She said as she started cooping them up. Rick's instinct was to play the role of a gentleman and help her, but he couldn't himself but to stop and admire the scenery for a moment. He could see the string of her pink panties peeking up over her hips and it made it his cock quietly twitch in his pants. Damn, I really need to get inside those pants... he thought, resisting the urge to lick his lips or to let his hand cup down underneath her ass. AFter a moment of enjoying the scenery, he finally croched down, a little closer to her than necessary, to help her scoop up the rest of the coins. Then he took the cup they were tossed in and smiled, giving her a hand to help her up. ""I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it. Just bad luck-you caught a wrinkle in the carpet, it looked like. Maybe a little warp in the floor under that." He pulled her against him for a second as he helped her up, giving her a quick wink, and then peeled away from her to walk toward the game machine he had marked out.

"Here, let's play this one for a bit, just to get you away from your comfort zone." He handed her the toy pistol and put in some tokens to start playing. "These are the things I grew up on, but they're real quarter-eaters." He smiled and started playing with her for a little bit, enjoying the little scowl on concentration on her face as she started shooting. After a few minutes, both their characters were dead.

"Let's try that one again. But This time, see if you can keep up with my score. If I out score you...then you have to give me your phone number." He grinned playfully. "Does that seem fun to you?"

"Seems fun but looks like you'll never get my number." He grinned at her wickedly. Clearly she couldn't turn down a challenge, even an insurmountable one. It was just like Steve said. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her and nodded. "Then show me what you've got."

It didn't take long. Rick had no compunctions about issuing a challenge she couldn't match. After all, he loved winning. And he always won the big ones, the ones that counted. Not that getting her phone number was necessarily a huge step, but it was going in the right direction. It was practically an invitation for more contant. Which he was going to need if he was going to fuck her wild before the end of the week. He winked at her as she started typing in his number.

"Okay, you win show off."

"Oooh, look who the pot is, calling the kettle black," he said teasingly. "As if you don't like showing off your high scores on the other machine. Or sharing pictures of your hot outfits on twitter." He laughed at her and gave her a playful nudge with his elbow before looking down at her number in his phone. "Don't worry, I promise not to text inappropriate things at you at all odd hours. For at least some definition of "appropriate." He smiled at her playfully and then took his phone back from her, looking down at it and making sure to save it. And then he quickly sent her a text message, saying, "Hi, beautiful!" just because he was only partially convinced she'd give him his real number. Also because it was an easy flirt.

She gave him a look after she got his text message and then he chuckled teasingly. "Sorry, couldn't help it." He grinned and then loaded up the machine. "Let's play again." He loaded up the machine and then played another game with her, once again waiting for the "Game Over" screen when they got overwhelmed with enemies. He gave her a playful glance and then pulled out his phone, and brought up the photo he'd taken of her from behind earlier, when she'd been obliviously playing her game at the arcade.

Once she saw the picture, he nodded to her. "Hey, couldn't help myself earlier. I mean, you really do have a lovely ass, and it looks so nice when you're straddling that toy bike." He gave her a glance. "How about another bet. If I win again, you have to share this on Twitter like all your other photos. Except you'll add a note that I was the photographer." He nodded to her and hefted the next load of tokens.

"You up for this bet?" He met her eyes, looking into her dark brown irises as he leaned toward her.

She called him a perv, but there was very clearly no teeth to it. She didn't mind being looked at it, it was clear. Guys hitting on her and assuming they could get into her pants, that seemed to annoy her a bit more. Well, that's exactly what I'm doing, except that I'm going to be successful. Then I'm going to fuck her so hard she forgets which language to scream in. He gave her a wry smile before she accepted his next wager to challenge him in the game.

"Okay, fine. But if I win, you delete it and show me that you did." He nodded, then mockingly extended his hand as if accepting a formal agreement. He took her hand in his, slightly rubbing his thumb against her knuckle as he grasped it, teasingly. "You, my dear, have yourself a deal."

To his surprise, she was getting better quickly. She really did want to defend her honor-or some semblance of it, whatever definition of "honor" they were using. He put the pressure on late, continuing to fire his toy pistol at the screen, until she lost control a bit, getting overwhelmed and eventually going down in a hail of enemies. He double-checked the scores to make sure he'd overcome her, and then he grinned. "Alas, your fate has been sealed!" He winked at her and smiled. "And now you must pay."

She sighed, pulling out her phone and signing onto Twitter. He watched her as she squirmed a bit in place, apparently struggling to follow through with it. Then, finally, she thrust her phone into his hand. "You do it, I can't watch!"

He accepted her phone graciously, then looked down at it, before grinning wickedly. He added the picture to the tweet and then captioned it. "My good friend @RickNYU caught this picture of my fine ass, looking good!" He then showed the message he'd added to her. She squealed slightly. "No!" Then Rick playfully stuck his tongue out at her, jerking her phone away at her and clicking the "Tweet" button. Then he handed the phone back to her.

"Too late, it's on the internet now. For the whole world to see." He winked at her playfully. He glanced at the machine. He was getting tired of playing games at the moment, she beckoned her. "Let's leave this alone for a bit, walk with me." He smiled at her and walked around toward the windows, looking out at the dark night sky, the lights of New York shining out the window and hiding the stars, but creating a nightscape all their own. He glanced at Renee.

"It's too bad I didn't get a little glimpse of your pink panties in that photo," he teased. "I mean, I did get a peek at them while you were bent over. I confess, I must wonder what kind of panties French girls wear. I suspect it's not too different from Americans, but there's always the chance they're more exotic than I imagined. All I saw was the hemline." He winked at her playfully.

"I must admit, the way you looked when you were bent over, it was almost like you were asking me to take advantage."

She called him a pervert again, but once again it didn't have any sting to it. If he'd been more of a wimp, it might encourage him to back off, but he could sense that she was enjoying his attentions at least just a little bit. She didn't mind knowing that his eyes were peeking down at her. As if to prove it, she spoke up again:

"And I wear any kind of panties really. We wear the same as Americans you know. Well, except in my case I guess any type of underwear becomes a thong." Which was telling. Not, "None of your business what type of panties I wear," just a quick explanation about what they were. As if she didn't mind him picturing her ass with those panties tucked up into her cracked. He allowed a sly grin to decorate his lips.

But when she responded to his comment about her ass shaking up at him earlier, he smirked. She poked him in the chest with her index finger. Then he used his index finger and poked her right back in the chest as retaliation.

"And what do you mean by take advantage? You're charming but not that charming, you know." That only made Rick grin as he pulled his finger away from her chest, watching her eyes.

"Oh, of course. If you're asking what I mean, I mean, my head mentally played a vision of reaching down and sliding your jeans down your hips so I could get a better look at your ass. Surely you can't hold it against a guy that he really wants to get a good look at your fine ass." He laughed softly and then took her hand and kept walking, doubling back toward the arcade. "Oh, and you think I'm charming, do you?" He gave her a sly glance. "Yes, yes, i know. Not so charming that I could get into your tight pants on the first date."

That was the first time he had referred to this as a "date." It surely wasn't, technically, since he'd come here just to meet up with her and catch her here, but they'd been spending time together getting to know each other as if they were arranging to meet like a date. So it had the quality of a date, if not the structure. He walked back into the arcade, releasing her hand after a moment.

"Still, I've enjoyed your company. I'm happy for the opportunity to get to know you. And I'd like to follow-up with it." He gave another smile as he slipped over toward the machine she'd been playing before he first approached. He pulled the last few coins out of his pocket and held them up. "One last chance to redeem yourself. Wanna play again?

He could see the challenge rising up in her eyes, and knew that she would accept. So he offered terms. "How about, if I win, you'll agree to meet me here tomorrow. For our second date. And if you win...then you're allowed to take down and delete the tweet you sent out earlier. Sound like a fair wager?" He patted the seat of the motorcyle. "If you're up to it, have a seat."

"Oh, you're so on.". Rick smiled at her as she climbed up onto the seat, straddling it, her firm ass resting atop the seat. "No photos, please...and try not to stare at my ass.". Rick laughed and nodded.

"Well, I promise I won't take another photo without permission, but I can't promise to take complete control over my eyes. They tend to wander to the most interesting tights-I mean, sights." He grinned and patted her shoulder as the game started up, watching her as she took aim. She was on her game once more, speeding through the streets, but he could see that it wasn't still quite her best performance ever. Good enough to make it challenging, but not good enough to make her unbeatable.

After her turn ended, he sat down in her place, enjoying the warmth where her ass had previously rested. He set his feet down and then went into his game-zone. The zone that helped him focus in volleyball, that gave him the reflexes to react when a power serve suddenly changed vector as it caught the top of the net, forcing him to adjust his body to make a diving save. He saw the lights flashing in the game and his mind zoned in. Ultimately as he finished, he saw that he set a new high score on the machine, knocking Renee out of the top spot. He smiled as he looked up at her.

"How are you so good at this game?!" she was asking.

"I just don't like losing the big ones. I can't win them all, but I seldom lose the ones that matter." He got off the bike and then stood next to her, looking down into her eyes for a moment, his body next to hers. "Besides, SOMEONE has to beat you until you're done playing these games. So I suppose I'll have to meet you here and beat you a bit tomorrow night. A deal is a deal, right?"