Bryce Johnson, the football quarterback, a male bully.

Your eyes traveled up his body. Sneakers, some sort of athletic pants, and a tanktop jersey, likely with his name on it. Strong arms, one, of course, still holding up your panties, tugging it up sharply on occasion. Yep, this was Bryce. You'd seen him a few times before, though never up so close. Every so often, when you didn't have plans and the college had a game of some kind, you'd occasionally hit it up. It wasn't too expensive, and the food was a guilty pleasure. Didn't hurt to get any fresh air, either, and you were partial to muscles, which the sports teams always had in spades. All the men ramming into each other, grappling, taking each other down... you weren't really there for the outcome of the game, so much as to watch the players and imagine yourself in a feeeeew situations yourself. By comparison to those fantasies, the situation you were currently in was incredibly tame. Unlike those fantasies, of course, Bryce holding your silk panties was very real.

"You know, I think this is the first time I've caught a guy flashing their panties at me. Bold one, aren't you?"

You blush, looking down. "I, I was just trying to fix them, t-that's all. Uh... could you, let them go?" You couldn't muster outrage, or even annoyance, just a quiet, humiliated request.

He grins, yanking up a little higher before letting them snap back down. You manage to avoid another squeak, somehow, and turn, pulling up on your pants and down on your hoodie, not wanting to fix the silk up your ass in front of the jock. This does leave you with a wedgie during the conversation, and between that and the humiliation at the hands of the attractive quarterback, you already had a boner. You were glad it was small at this moment, you could be such a bottom sometimes. Your eyes wander back up, but stop on the phone, still held out and pointed at you. Your eyes widen as you realize why it's pointed at you, and Bryce laughs as he sees your recognition.

"Yeah, the team collects pictures and videos of some of the sluts on campus," he informs you. "Figured since you're wearing those nice silk panties you're looking for attention anyhow, am I right?"

You open your mouth, trying to muster up at least some sort of denial, regardless of the truth, but he interrupts you as he turns away and places his phone in his pocket.

"Well, thanks for the souvenir. Not too often a slut has a dick, this was a real catch. See you around, I'm sure!"

You stare as he walks away. This was so close to fulfilling a dream of yours. And he already had a video of your ass, and you're sure he caught your face... shouldn't you try for a little more? You gather your courage, and call out for him.

"Hey, wait!" He stops, turning, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... umm, would you consider, uh... deleting that? Like what... what would it... take, you know? To get rid of the... the ****."

Bryce watches you sputter, bemused. He walks up to you again, a good head taller than you. You lose some of your nerve, looking down again, but the big man catches your chin, lifting it and forcing you to look him in the eye. "You're not talking about money, are you? You're a real slut, aren't you? Hmmm... let me think."

You shiver, **** to look up at him while he racks his brain for a moment. "Alright, I'm certainly not going to say no. If you're free for a while, we can solve this right now. And I mean a while, girly." Fuuuuuuuuuck. "If you're busy, no problems. I'll just take payment later tonight, or early morning next time you've got a day off. Oh and since you mentioned ****...." Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Bryce takes a small step back, letting go of your chin and pulling out his phone again, tapping it a few times. Flipping it around, you see the video he took. You hadn't even noticed, but he'd managed to pull down your jeans just a bit before yanking your panties, showing off more of your ass than you'd realized. You cringe slightly as you see your knees shoot together, looking like typical nerd in every piece of wedgie art ever. How embarrassing.

Bryce notes your reaction, nodding. "Yeah, pretty funny stuff, huh? Well, I was just gonna show some of the team, but I'll keep it to myself if you comply. Nah, fuck it, I'll just straight up delete it. Lucky you. Buuuuuuuut, don't agree to my terms, or don't show up for a time you promised? There's a few sites that compile college girls like you. Bet you'd be real popular. Wouldn't that be fun for you? And of course I'd be compelled to show a few friends around campus the video, too. Ya know. For giggles."

You and your big damn mouth. Well, you did sort of want it. Well, more than sort of. You wondered if waiting longer might make the "payment" worse. Well, you did have history later, but you could afford to skip it. You hadn't missed any days of any class yet. Of course, the other two options came with no issues. As for the threat... maybe he was bluffing, just to heighten your enjoyment? Did you even want to back out, anyhow?