Mitch Mason

Your first thought had been that somehow Larry figured out where you were. As you recognized the man who held your clothes, you wished it had been Larry.

You considered Mitch Mason to be a small man...and not because he had only a couple inches and a couple pounds on you. He considered himself to be God’s gift to women, but had nothing to back up that claim. He was hardly a genius. He was in Professor Nebar’s remedial math course. You heard he was in remedial English as well. While no one had claimed that he was hard on the eyes, he was certainly no Adonis. And despite his constant attempts to get into every woman’s panties, he had neither the equipment nor skill to satisfy them. Smallest of all in that he made no attempt to satisfy his partner, only himself.

“GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!” you shouted at him and reached for your top and bra. The bar itself stopped you after a couple inches. Mitch merely turned slightly, holding them just out of reach of your outstretched arm. He was enticing you to lean out even further so that you had to bring your breasts even closer. So that you let them swing freely for him to watch.

“Not a chance,” Mitch answered, “Finders keepers!” He taunted you by swinging them just out of reach with one hand. He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone with the other. You had no doubt that he was getting ready to text Cindy. You paused a moment to consider your options.

You had no doubt that you could lay him out with a single punch to the nose. However, as satisfying as that would be, you knew that Pete would have to stop you from doing it or be in big trouble. Not only could Mitch then contact Cindy unhindered, he would get a clear view of your jiggling breasts as you struggled in Pete’s grip.

You had no doubt you could clear the bar and get a hold on your clothes before Mitch could react. However, the chance of pulling either item, much less both items, out of his hand before he could tighten his grip on them was very small. The most likely result was a tug of war for your top and bra. It would stretch them or tear them in two. Either way, they would be ruined. Mitch would be able to text Cindy at the same time causing you to lose the game.

You had no doubt that you could get out the door without a problem. However, that wouldn’t stop Mitch from contacting Cindy. You had a fifty-fifty chance of choosing the staircase that Cindy didn’t. That still meant running around campus topless. That would draw even more attention and increase your chances of being caught. If you got caught, not only would you have to submit the winner for the rest of the evening, but pay Mitch whatever he asked for so you could give your bra to the winner.

Fortunately, you knew Mitch’s weakness...his ego.

“I bet you’d like to do more than just look at these.” you said. You cupped both breasts in your hands. When he looked down at your chest, you jiggled them slightly. His reaction was what you expected. He lunged at you. He brought your clothes into reach and there was a good chance you could snatch them and run. But you wanted to put him in his place. You stepped back just out of reach.

“Uh-Uh!!” you said as you wagged a finger at him. “I’m not just going to give them to you.” Mitch held up his phone to show that he was ready to send Cindy a text.

“You send that and I’m out of here.” you countered, “And you get nothing but some worthless rags.” It was something of a bluff, but Mitch believed it. He put his phone back in his pocket.

“A challenge then.” he said. You nodded. There was a big smile on his face. He was sure that he would get not only the prize Cindy was offering, but whatever you had to offer as well.

“As the challenged party, I get to choose the game.” he continued. You flinched. After only a very slight hesitation you nodded. He was going to pick something he thought would give him an advantage. However, playing the game itself was to your advantage.