Brett Beauchamp

“Well, well, well,” Brett Beauchamp called out as he stepped into the room, “What have we got here?”

You quickly logged off and turned nervously to face him. While you hadn’t lost since it wasn’t one of the three who were seeking you, but you weren’t exact filled with confidence about the final outcome of the game. Brett was one of the many men who hung around Cindy. While the five foot ten, one hundred seventy pound junior wasn’t hard on the eyes, he wasn’t the pretty boy Cindy normally favored. And despite the well-defined bulge in his jeans, Brett was not the stud she enjoyed either. Brett was a solid ‘B’ student, but he wasn’t smart enough to be able to help her get good grades. Despite the fact he always dressed in ‘preppy’ clothes; dress slacks, button down shirt, sweater, oxfords; he was neither rich nor powerful.

With all the guys vying for her attention, he didn’t really have anything special to offer Cindy. However, that didn’t keep him from trying to catch her eye. The fact that he was a junior and you were a freshman meant you were beneath his notice. That meant you didn’t have to worry about rejecting him for the better guys who hung about you. However, the way he sized you up made you wonder if that weren’t about to change.

“I heard about the game that Cindy started.” he purred.

“I see…” you started. No doubt Cindy had told him everything. You weren’t surprised Cindy had cheated. Not that it really mattered. It wasn’t as if you would be able to prove it. You grew even more nervous as a new thought occurred to you. If Brett knew about the game, he probably knew about the stakes. You couldn’t help wondering if Brett wanted to claim part of the prize for winning himself. “And just what is it you want?”

A large smile spread across Brett’s face.