...Or you could just ask Becca

Duh! that be the fastest too.

You pull out your phone and text Becca.

**You:** Hey, you free right now? I need a favor. Kinda urgent.

She replies a couple minutes later.

**Becca:** I’m in my room. Come over, perv.

You head straight to her dorm and knock. Becca opens the door wearing a baggy band shirt and black panties, no pants. Her roommates are nowhere in sight, well the at least I know the lesbians are screwing around in the back alley.

She raises an eyebrow when she sees your expression. “Alright, spill it. What’s the favor?”

You explain the whole situation honestly, the bet with Lukas, the laundry punishment if you lose.

Becca stares at you for a second… then bursts out laughing, leaning against the wall and holding her stomach.

“Oh my god, you absolute asshole perv!” she cackles, wiping a tear from her eye. “You really went around collecting random girls’ dirty panties for a bet? That’s fucking hilarious.”

She’s still laughing as she shakes her head. “So what, you want mine too?”

“Yeah…” you say, a little sheepish. “Can I get yours?”

Becca’s laughter fades into a smirk. She crosses her arms under her chest.

“You should’ve just lied and said you wanted to fap to them when you’re alone and missed me, you moron, I would've just given it to you. But now, of course I’m not just handing over my panties for free so you can show them off to your dumbass friends.”

You give her your best pleading look. “Please, Becca… I’m really screwed if I don’t get one from you.”

She stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a dramatic sigh, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

“Jeez, you’re so lame,” she giggles. “Fine. But on one condition.”

“Name it.”

Becca turns around, bends slightly forward, and reaches back to pull her black panties to the side, exposing her pale ass.

“You’re gonna kiss my ass. Literally. And I mean a *proper* rimjob, right now. Eat my ass like you mean it, and I’ll give you the panties.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” she says, looking over her shoulder with that classic smirk. “Get on your knees, Jack. Make it good and I’ll even let you keep them.”