Challenge the leader

“Do you need me to do anything, ladies?” you offered. Meryl was too focused on Brandon and his joker friends, but Niki glanced over with her eyes pleading for help.

“Hey, buddy…” Brandon said to you, addressing your concern. “Don’t need to get all in a huff, we’re just friends from school, messing around.”

“The girls asked for their swimsuits back,” you stated in an assertive tone. You stepped out of the pool, eyes trained on the lead bully. It didn’t matter that you didn’t have swim trunks on, you marched up to him full of determination. Brandon stepped up to you, not about to be intimidated by a stranger half his size. He had a good couple of inches on you height-wise and clearly went to the gym for more than just sight-seeing. You had to tilt your head upward to meet his gaze, but you didn’t back down.

Brandon stared down at you, just waiting for you to flinch, but you held your ground. He gave a smirk and stepped back, glancing over at Max and Jill, then back at you. “What are you? Their Aunt, Uncle and… little cousin?“ the jock chuckled.

Of course, if he’d believed that, maybe he would have treated you all with a little more reverence, or maybe he was just a natural, head-up his ass, jerk. It didn’t matter, you have had enough of his frat boy attitude and wanted to knock him down a peg.

“No, we just met,” you told him plainly. “They just so happened to want to join us for some naked hot tubbing.”

“Psh! That’s just because we haven’t showed up yet,” Brandon dismissed. “You ladies want a good look at what the Branman is packing?” he asked Meryl and Niki. You wondered if this was his bravado or if your gym privileges were having an influence on him. You decided to keep your mouth shut to see how things played out first.

“No thank you!” Meryl shot down right away.

“Oh come on…” Brandon said, insulted. “You’re lying if you don’t want to see what’s underneath these trunks!” He rubbed his hands over his bare chest to entice the girls, but they were not into it. “Hey, I’ll even let you take them off for me!” he offered, sliding into the hot tub in between the girls. Meryl and Niki moved over to the opposite side, next to Max and Jill. They hid their bodies from the frat boys with their arms and legs. Even Max and Jill helped cover their modesty despite showing none themselves.

“Hey, that’s enough now!” you told Brandon, losing your patience with him. “Give them back their clothes and get out of here!”

“You gonna make us?” Brandon smirked. He stepped out of the tub and imposed his body on you again. His buddies swarmed you menacingly. You realized that things might turn ugly if you didn’t do something quick.

“Hey, Brandon,” you called out in a sardonic tone. “You think you’re hot stuff? Why don’t you take me one on one in a challenge? If you win, we’ll leave you alone, but if I win, you return the girls’ belongings and leave us.”

“Oooh… big man puts out a challenge,” one of the guys taunted.

“Kick his ass, Brandon!” another cheered on.

Brandon stepped up close to you, invading your personal space. He stared you down for a long minute before finally chuffing with disdain. “Name your game, sport!” he said, confidently. “It doesn’t matter if it’s swimming or weightlifting, I’ll run circles around you!”

Physical challenges would definitely be to Brandon’s advantage. But there are other aspects of the gym that you could take advantage of; namely your sexual privileges. Did you want to really stomp on his pride with your unfair advantage or did you want to give him a fighting chance?