AN – Because many of you requested this be a stand only story, it now is. I've corrected the typos and added more dialogue in some places but for the most part it's same as it was under the Olitz One shots story.

The Challenge Part I

Challenge Accepted

"Look Grant I don't know what your angle or endgame is but…I'm…not…interested. Trust me your time will be better spent chasing after the usual crowd of bim-bettes you normally salivate over in your quest to add to your v-plunge tally".

"Did you really just say v-plunge tally?" Fitz chortles.

"Yes, isn't the description accurate? Grant your reputation precedes you. If even have the rumors I've heard are true, aside from me and my best bud Abby here, you have carnal knowledge of every female with a pulse from here to the Dairy Queen two towns over. Your flashy car, expensive clothes and sizeable trust fund don't impress me Grant. The best things in life are free".

"Pope you're an educated woman, nothing in life is free and everyone has a price. Anyone who says different is either lying or delusional. So, what is it going to cost me to take you out on one date?"

"You see Grant therein lies your fundamental character flaw. You're one dimensional. You lack depth, imagination or realistic view of life. To you anything and everything begins and ends with money".

"Pope you're a naïve idealist? To get what you want out life you need money and lots of it. Do you aspire to live on the street with all your belongings in a shopping cart or in a gang dominated drug infested neighborhood? No, you don't. A hundred percent of the people living under those conditions, if they had the money they'd be on the first bus out those neighborhoods. Rainbows, unicorns and happy endings never make it to the inner city. Go try and peddle that catchphrase to someone living in poverty and see the reaction you get".

"That is an extreme example and not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about true love, genuine friendship, respect, peace of mind and a good name. By the way, all of which can also be found in the inner city and areas of poverty. All you know or think about are the material trappings of life. Things cannot comfort you when you're having a bad day or suffering the loss of a loved one. Things don't stick with you through thick or thin or have your back. Trust me Grant you are in for a rude awakening if you are ever cutoff from your cash flow".

"Oh really, care to put your money where your mouth is Pope?"

"No but I'm willing to wager a series of dates with you if you can meet my challenge?"

"Will these dates end with v-plunging?"

"You have a one-track mind Grant. Do you have any interests outside of sex?"

Fitz taps his chin and tilts his head pretending to be deep in thought.

"That would be a negative".

"Okay, goodbye Fitzgerald. If you're not going to take me seriously there's nothing further to discuss. Just go your way and I'll go mine. Let's agree to be cordial and leave it at that. It's obvious you lack the emotional maturity needed to have an adult conversation".

"Look Pope I may joke around a lot but believe me when I say I can take whatever you dish out. You're offering a few dates in exchange for me completing your ridiculously contrived challenge. You have a rather high opinion of yourself Pope. What makes you think me meeting your challenge is worth a few dates. I've heard nothing that sounds equitable or remotely on par with what I'm going to be expected do to earn these dates. What's difference between your challenge and me paying you to go out on a couple of date? You're proving my point Pope, you have a price like everyone else".

Olivia purses her lips. Fitz may not be as dumb as she thought.

"I see your point Grant, I'm anything if not fair. Give me a moment to confer with counsel".

Olivia and Abby step away from the table to have a sidebar. After a couple of minutes Abby begins vehemently shaking her head.

"Liv he's not worth it. He can't force you to go on a date. Can you fill me in because clearly I'm missing something? Please tell me you don't actually want to date him. Is that it, are you attract to him despite your monologue to the contrary impugning his character and humanity".

"Abby there's something about him. I think under all the bravado, rich boy shallowness and frat boy crudeness is nice guy that if given the chance to walk in another man's shoes, he would be a totally different human being. It's not attraction and I would not go as far as to say pity, but I see something in Fitzgerald Grant worth uncovering. He's a diamond in the rough and a man in need of his gold trimmed privilege blinders being removed".

"Olivia, I really don't think there's any there, there. Grant is the quintessential emptied headed rich boy floating through life without a care in the world because daddy or someone on daddy's payroll will take care of his every need. Your proposed project over there has never lifted a finger to do an honesty day's work, clean up after himself or help his fellow man. He fully intends to taken advantage of his white man's privilege and live blissfully ignorant of the real world for the rest of his life".

"Abby no one has ever taken the time to show him how to be a caring unselfish person. The rich have a distorted view of reality that they pass on generation after generation, resulting in every subsequent generation being less empathetic, understanding or able to imagine or care about anyone other than themselves. We have a chance to help Fitz regain his soul".

"Are you sure about this Liv? It's you who have the most to lose in this bargain".

"Personally, I doubt he'll accept my terms. Potentially life altering situations are tough enough for the most solid among us. He's a pretty boy whose toughest daily decisions center on choosing a short, tall, grande, venti, or trenta".

When Olivia and Abby return to the table they find Fitz trying to make a spoon stick to his nose.

"Am I interrupting something important Grant?" Olivia asks sarcastically.

"Actually, you are. I bet my buddy over there $100 bucks I could hold this spoon on my nose for 20 seconds". Abby and Olivia roll their eyes and shake their heads in unison.

"What? I suppose you find this behavior childish don't you Ms. Pope?"

"Childish, juvenile, unproductive, silly, boring, pointless, a waste of time and a completely bonehead thing to do", Olivia grouses point blank.

"Bonehead? I'll have you know this is a time honored classic beginners magic trick. Can you perform this bonehead move Pope? I sure someone of your stature never took the time to explore the wonders of magic during your formative years".

"Why would I? Didn't I already say it was bonehead?"

"Pope you strike me as someone who hides their inadequacy at slide of hand or lack of coordination by calling such feats menial, bonehead or stupid. I bet you've never learned how to do any of the tricks most people learn in elementary or middle school".

"Oh really Grant. Think you have me pegged? Give me the damn spoon".

Olivia takes the spoon, wipes it off, wipes her nose to remove any traces of oil, then places the spoon in front of her mouth, huffs her breath on it then places it on her nose. The silver utensil stays put for a full minute before she yanks it off.

"Anything else you think I didn't learn in middle school?" Olivia smirks.

Fitz's friend hands him a crisp hundred-dollar bill. "I'll get you next time Fitz, double or nothing".

"Keep dreaming Carl, keep dreaming. I'll catch you back at the house."

Olivia looks on at the payoff miffed. "Wait, you bet him you could trick me into performing that stupid trick".

"No, I bet him that you were smart and probably knew how to do the trick. He countered with requiring the spoon to stick to your nose for thirty seconds".

"But you said 20 seconds"

"Olivia you're an overachiever, I knew if I said 20 you'd exceed that to prove you could do it better and longer than me".

Olivia stares at Fitz not knowing what to say. How dare he analyze her! Is she really that easy to read?

"Cat got your tongue Pope? Do you seriously think you're the only one who can read people? Maybe I'm not as one dimensional as you believe".

"Maybe you're not. Score one for your side Grant".

"And they crowd goes wild! He raises his hands in triumph".

"Okay, look I have class in half an hour so let's get this over with. Obviously, you will continue to stalk me until I obtain a restraining order that will immediately be quashed by your daddy's high priced legal team. So to save us both the headache I propose a wager, no it is more like a challenge that will get us both what we want".

"And what exactly do you want Pope?" Olivia ignores his question for the moment.

"We'll get to what I want later. For now, let's focus on you. You want a date, well actually you want to have sex with me. It bothers you to no end I find you unattractive, irritating, vacuous and basically an all-around jerk. No offense".

"Ouch, geez Pope, tell me how you really feel".

"You've never met a woman who could resist your trust fund charm and it gnaws at your overinflated ego like a parasite that nothing about you moves me in the slightest. You refuse to believe your looks, charm and bank account don't have me starry eyed and gushing below. I make you question whether you're losing your touch. With you, conquest or victory must be 100 percent each and every time. Because years from now when you look back on this time in your life and reminisce in your empty bachelor pad apartment or the ostentatious house you share you share with your gold digging Vegas showgirl wife whose having an affair with the pool guy because you can't get it up from years of indiscriminate overuse, you want to be able to say I was "the man" at one time. Admit it, I represent your greatest potential conquest".

"You think so?"

"I know so. Mr. Grant, if you want me, earn me. Accept my challenge and let's see if you have what takes to capture my flag".

"Big talk coming from an unproven commodity. What makes your fortress worth scaling the wall?" Olivia walks around the table to whisper in Fitz's ear.

"My walls have never been breached", she breaths with her warm minty breath. She licks his ear for added affect.

Fitz swallows hard, he's temporarily loses the power of speech.

"Can you scale the wall Grant? Can you make me scream until I'm hoarse? Will one night with you ruin it for any other man? Are you so good that years from now when I marry and my husband hovers over me, will I see your face, will I call out your name on my wedding night? Will it be once Fitzed never can be fixed? Tell Grant are you as good as you claim to be?"

Olivia starts laboring her breath. "Tell me baby...umm...umm... Can you fulfill my fantasies Fitzgerald? The dreams I have are so raunchy at times I'm afraid to even gab about them with girlfriends. It's scary how my virgin mind runs wild. I see myself doing naughty things with food, my body in contorted positions, toppled furniture, and restraints made from leather and latex. I wonder what a man's breath will feel like on my skin. Can I see your hands?"

Fitz can't move, so Olivia grabs both his hands. "Oh, they're soft, no callouses. That's disappointing. I always imagined a man with callouses rubbing my nipples with his rough fingers making them hard stiff like the palms of his hands. I want to feel his strong grip knead my breasts before his mouth bites and sucks my tits, giving me scream worthy pleasure. Oh god just talking about it makes me sooo… wet".

Olivia licks and blows on the flap of his ear and rubs her boob against his shoulder. The blood in Fitz's body has stops circulating and rushes south to oxygenate his second brain. He jumps up knocking over his chair. His ears are fire engine red and his eyes stormy gray. He takes off his jacket and ties it around his waist to cover his bulging erection. He looks at Olivia but says nothing. His expression is a mix embarrassment, anger and lust. He starts to walk away.

Olivia chuckles, " Is it something I said."

Fitz turns and responds in a tone just shy of sinister, "Meet back here tonight at 5:30; terms of the challenge to be negotiated. Round two to you Pope."

" I'll be here Grant, count on it.

To be continued...