Briana Alder, the soccer captain, a female bully.

Your eyes traveled up her body. Sneakers, some ripped jeans, a black t-shirt with what you assume is some sort of metal band on it. Strong arms, one, of course, still holding up your panties, tugging them up sharply on occasion. Yep, this was Briana. You'd seen her 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 women running around, long legs stretching out, occasional collisions leaving them splayed over each other ... 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, Briana 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.

She 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 your panties 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 soccer star, 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 Briana laughs as he sees your recognition.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself when I saw such a cute boy wearing panties, and the rest of the team will appreciate it too, " she tells you. "Figured since you're wearing that silk piece 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 she interrupts you as she turns away and places her phone in her pocket.

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

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

"Hey, wait!" She 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 ****."

Briana watches you sputter, bemused. She walks up to you again, a good head taller than you. You lose some of your nerve, looking down again, and the woman bent way down, leaving you still looking into her eyes.. "You're not talking about money, are you? You're a real perv, aren't you? Hmmm... let me think."

You shiver, unable to escape her gaze as she mulled it over. "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.

Briana takes a small step back, standing up straight and pulling out her phone again, tapping it a few times. Flipping it around, you see the video she took. You hadn't even noticed, but she'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.

Briana 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 obey. Mmm... oh, you're cute, and I'll be asking a lot, so I'll just delete it for you. 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, and I've got zero doubt you'd be reeeeeeal 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!" She giggles, just to drive it home.

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 she was bluffing, just to heighten your enjoyment? Did you even want to back out, anyhow?