Chapter 1: Playing the Game

While organizing his school books Arthur Pen was surprised to find an extra notebook in the stack. Flipping through it he found all the pages were blank with the exception of a single handwritten sentence scrawled across the top of the first page.

Rule 1: Any woman whose name is written within this notebook shall have sex with you within the next 24 hours.

Arthur realized that he had inadvertanly grabbed someone else’s notebook by mistake.

On a whim Arthur wrote the name Rachel beneath the first rule thinking of a certain blonde sorority girl as he did so. Of course fucking Rachel Hogan was just an idle dream. She was way out of his league.

“Knock, knock! Sexy slut calling!” shouted a female voice followed by an almost continuous ringing of the doorbell.

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming! Keep your shirt on!” a highly annoyed Arthur shouted back. Opening the door he was shocked to find a dazzling brunette standing on his porch steps. He didn’t know her, but damn she was hot. Dressed to impress in a tight top and short skirt Arthur instinctively found his eyes dropping from the stranger’s pretty face to her large but well-proportioned tits.

“Are you sure you want me to keep my shirt on?” the brunette playfully asked.

“Well ... Um... , “ Arthur stammered. He was no playboy and this definitely felt like a playboy situation.

“Yes or no?”

“No! Yes! I mean Yes.”

“Suit yourself.” Pushing her way in the brunette did a quick walk through Arthur’s side of the duplex peeking into all the rooms as she did so.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?”

The brunette stopped cold. “I’m Rachel. Don’t you recognize me?”

The blank look on Arthur’s face told the woman everything she needed to know.

“Oh damn! I picked the wrong one didn’t I.”

“The wrong one?”

“Well it’s your fault! You didn’t write down a last name. So I picked the Rachel with the biggest rack. Guys like boobs, right?” the woman explained giving both her breasts a good squeeze to make the point.

“I think you’ve got the wrong house,” Arthur surmised.

Rachel plopped down on the couch totally bummed. “No. It’s the right house. I just brought the wrong Rachel.”

“The wrong Rachel?”

“Oops!” Rachel slapped a hand over her mouth. “I shouldn’t have said that,” she mumbled.

Arthur was completely confused. The only Rachel he knew was Rachel Hogan. The supremely attractive sorority girl he shared a language arts class with. The very same woman whose name he had written into a certain notebook earlier this evening. Wow! Now that he had that figured out all the pieces were falling into place.

“I know what this is!” Arthur shouted. “You’re pranking me! Rachel sent you didn’t she! She caught me staring at her in class or something and this is part of some plan to get back at me!”

“Staring at her in class?” Fake Rachel mumbled. “So she’s in one of your classes!” she blurted out. “I can work with that!”

Jumping up off the couch Fake Rachel showed herself out.

A smug Arthur shut the door behind her, confident he had nicked that sorority prank in the bud. He was no one’s fool.

Arthur’s civics class was held in a vast lecture hall that could easily seat a hundred people. It was impossible to know everyone enrolled in the class, but

Arthur had made it a point to introduce himself to all the notable pretty ones.

This morning Arthur was sorry to say that he appeared to have missed one.

The brunette looked out of place in her tight blue dress. Every curve of her slim, young body on full display to the leering gazes of her numerous male classmates. And while none of those curves were especially pronounced the cumulative effect was impressive.

To Arthur’s delight the brunette took a seat right beside him.

“So you like the slim nerdy type,” the seductively dressed woman stated, as opposed to asked.

“Um ... no. I’m really into hot party girls.”

“Huh ... I never wouldn’t have guessed from your choice in lovers.”

Taking a clue from the word lovers Arthur assumed the brunette was referring to his ex. “So you’re one of Debbie’s friends?”

“Oh no, not at all. But I’m hoping we can be friends.”

“So ... um ... do you have a hot date after the lecture or are you looking for one?” Arthur asked hoping he was reading the brunette correctly.

The brunette placed her hand on Arthur’s leg brazenly close to his crotch. “I think I have my hot date. But do we really have to sit though a boring lecture first?”

“Um ... No. Not if you don’t want to.”

“Great.” The brunette held up both her arms. “Then help me up. I don’t think I can get out of this chair by myself.”

Arthur did as he was asked pulling the slim brunette to her feet. Hand in hand Arthur escorted his new friend out of the lecture hall. Feeling the envyious gazes of more then a few of his male classmates burning into his back.

“By the way my name’s Arthur.”

“I know,” the brunette answered.

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name?” Arthur ventured.

“Oh fuck! I picked the wrong one again didn’t I?”

A suddenly suspicious Arthur asked, “What do you mean the wrong one?”

“Well you’re the one who wrote down such a fucking common name! How am I suppose to know which Rachel you meant?”

“This is more of that sorority prank shit isn’t it!” Arthur couldn’t help but feel angry at all this harassment. All he’d done was stare at some chick’s boobs a little too hard or something and now every Gamma Alpha girl on campus was apparently out to bust his balls for it.

All the glitter had gone out of the New Fake Rachel’s eyes. “No it’s not. It’s something different. Forget it. Go back to your boring lecture,” she mumbled as she walked away.

Arthur suddenly felt very bad at how he had treated New Fake Rachel. “Sorry if I was too harsh,” he called out to the retreating brunette.

She didn’t’ respond.

Arriving at his language arts class Arthur found Rachel Hogan already there and seated in her usual spot. The pretty blonde had chosen to dress particularly provocative today. Her melons bounded up in a tight pink top and her luscious booty on full display via way of form-hugging leggings.