Maddie's Man

Well, this night was a bust.

Madison couldn’t find a single guy she would deem worthy of making her brother jealous. Oh, sure there were a few handsome guys, and more than a few who actively gave her the eye, but her brother wasn't so insecure that he’d be put out by a pretty boy fawning after her. She even talked to some of the men and at least two thirds of them were charming and sort of funny, though in a very obvious, ‘can I fuck you now’ manner, guys that to any other girl might have been completely passable for a one-night stand **** fuck.

The tough line to straddle was that the guy had to be good enough to make Brandon jealous but just bad or jerkish enough to make Brandon not want to see them together. Too good and Brandon might be jealous but willing to ignore it to see Madison happy, which was really the problem with Gavin. She hadn’t been too disappointed when he turned her down, after all she couldn’t blame him, she was using him. The plan, until Victoria changed it, was to simply wait until Kurt got back. He and Brandon already had history, and perhaps she could use Kurt’s sizable member to her advantage.

Instead she was here at the night club, feeling like she was at market, but all the goods were below her, admittedly high, standards. Most of these men wouldn’t make her brother jealous, just angry. He’d knock them out as soon as they stepped a toe out of line, and send them packing and instead of getting her brother back all she’d receive would be a lecture about dating better. Though she had to admit that it would be a welcome change to before this week when he didn’t let her date at all.

Tiring of the bar scene and seeing Zack approaching, Madison choose to move on. Perhaps she could find a worthwhile guy on the dance floor. If she thought the bar was a bazar of masculinity, she need only have waited to see the meat market on display here, as men shook and shimmied topless and glistening with sweat. There were some with beer bellies, but most were toned specimens who clearly took pride in their bodies and were simply not good enough. Her brother had the size and power to go with his body. Half these men she doubted could even hold their own in a fight. It was all just for show.

Madison squeezed her way through the dancing mass, checking out guys here and there but failing to find a single man that ticked all her boxes. The only man she wanted ticking her box was her twin brother, Brandon Cole, and not a single man was worthy of stepping up to him. Why would he be jealous of any of these guys? He was so obviously superi-

Before the thought could finish in her mind, Madison found herself on her ass. Her foot had slipped in a puddle of…something, the fall and the forward momentum causing her to land right in the liquid as her buttocks bounced off the hard floor. Madison was used to taking knocks. It was common to fall a few times when practicing a new routine in cheerleading. But, boy, did the dance floor hurt like a motherfucker. And now her ass was all wet. Could this night go any worse. She looked down between her legs and saw the substance shimmering in the light. At least it wasn’t vomit.

“Madison?!” she looked up at the surprised but delighted voice.

A dark skinned, dark haired, browned eyed brute of a man looked down at her, extending out his hand to help up onto her feet. Madison immediately recognized the man as Trent Thornton, one of her brother’s best friends and team mate on the Azure Rock High football team. But their friendship was also a competitive one; Brandon had confided in her that Trent coveted the quarterback position that her brother currently filled, but that his throwing arm wasn’t quite as good as Brandon’s. He was the right size and shape, just similar enough to Brandon to look like a threat. Maybe if he could have something that her brother couldn’t, that might make Brandon jealous enough to realize he didn’t want anyone else to be with her.

“Trent!” she said with a seductive smirk as she took his hand and allowed his powerful muscles to hoist her back to her feet. “It’s been too long.”

“Damn right. It’s a pity Brandon never lets you hang out with us.” Trent chuckled and placed his hands on his hips as he looked her up and down, admiring how the tight black dress clung to her skin, then glanced around as if worried he might be caught. “I was surprised he let you out to a place like this. Is…is Brandon here too?”

“Nope,” Madison replied sweetly, tilting her head and licking her lips. “Brandon’s busy with Ashley and Heather tonight, so I took the opportunity to get off the leash. Not that he needs to worry, now that his best friend is here to look after me, right?”

“Of course, I’d be more than happy to keep an eye on his sister for him,” Trent smiled as he again let his gaze roam over Madison’s body feasting on every curve and inch of exposed skin, unabashed now that he knew he didn’t have to worry about Brandon catching him. “What happened to you, anyway? Get a bit too crazy on the dance floor?”

“No! Someone must have spilled their drink and I slipped in it,” Madison explained irritably, turning and patting her ass and feeling the material slick and saturated. “Now I’m all wet.”

“Let me see how bad it is,” Trent offered as he stepped close to her. He wrapped his arm around her hand took a handful of her ass in his big, black hand. Madison inhaled sharply as his grasp tugged at her panties and skin, causing a tingling in her pussy. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, and saw him licking his lips, hungrily. “Yeah, that’s wet. Must be uncomfortable. Maybe you should take the dress off.”

It wasn’t as ludicrous a suggestion as it seemed. Half the girls in the night club were wearing clothes that showed off less than a bikini. One girl strutting around in a bra and thong wouldn’t be noticed. Except her underwear was a little bit too sexy for that, being intended more for the bedroom than the dance floor. So, however much she might have wanted to, she told him, “I think what I’ve got under this dress is a bit too hot for public consumption.”

“Well, then, perhaps we should get out of here,” Trent offered, giving her ass another firm squeeze and eliciting another half moan from Madison. “My brother has an apartment not far from here. You could wait there while your dress dries, and we could…catch up.”

Madison bit her lip. The apartment might be the perfect place to fuck Trent…though she’d have to make do with telling her brother about it tomorrow. She’d didn’t like the idea of that though. She might come across as **** and trying to make her brother jealous, if she were to just rub it in his face. She wanted him to come to her, to admit he was wrong. So, instead, she teased Trent a little further, saying, “I don’t know. My brother always tells me not to go to strange men’s apartments.”

“Well, I’m not a strange man, am I?” Trent chuckled, using his grip on her ass to pull her tight into his chest. “There’s no reason two friends can’t hang out, is there? Unless…you have a boyfriend?”

“No…no boyfriend,” Madison admitted, with a sigh as Trent’s strong hands caused another tingling sensation to ripple through her body as she wistfully thought of Brandon. “I did have a boyfriend until just earlier today, but he wanted to see other people.”

“What kind of fool wants other women when he’s got you?” Trent turned on the charm, sensing an opening. “Forget about that idiot. At least, Brandon is letting you date now.”

“Yes, that is one positive outcome,” she agreed, her head swirling with lust. Perhaps she could make it work if she fucked Trent now. Play coy tomorrow and invite Trent around for a second round. That Brandon would be suspicious but not know might make him even more envious. “Maybe…maybe we should go back to your brother’s apartment.”

“Yeah?” Trent asked, trying not to seem too eager. “Let me take care of you. I’ll help you forget all about that ex-boyfriend of yours.”

They turned to leave, Trent’s hand still firmly planted on her ass, the heat searing through the wetness. They pressed through the bodies, Madison allowing herself to be led by Trent, though before they could get too far, they were stopped by another familiar face.

“Madison?” Zack said looking between Brandon’s sister and Trent Thornton, whose hand was clearly gripping Madison’s butt cheek. “What’s going on here?”

“Hey man,” Trent greeted him, having met a few times through Brandon. He smiled and nodded. “I see what’s going on. Brandon’s busy, but he sent you to keep Madison on the straight and narrow.”

“No, he just tagged along,” Madison insisted, staring at Zack with cool, narrow eyes. “He and Brandon are sort of on the outs at the minute.”

“That’s true, and it seems like you’re on the outs with him too,” Zack noted shrewdly with a frown. “But I see you were quick to jump in there, Trent. I seem to remember Brandon telling you that his sister was off limits.”

“She’s her own woman, she can do what she likes. And from the way I hear it, Brandon is letting her date now, so if Madison is up for it, why shouldn’t I make a move?” Trent argued, pissed at Zack’s insinuations. Then, his annoyance became a smile. “Or is this because you want her and missed your chance? Or, don’t tell me you’re the boyfriend who wanted to see other people?”

Zack looked at Madison with raised eyebrows, but she sheepishly looked away. Zack chuckled to himself and looked back to Trent and answered, with a shrug, “Because Maddie here is trying to make her brother jealous. And that just makes you a pawn. A nice piece of arm candy.”

“You little bastard,” Trent growled, finally bringing his hand off Madison’s ass, and brandishing his fists at Zack. “So what if she wants to rebel a little against her brother? Where do you get off telling me what to do?”

Zack squared up to the larger, black man, unafraid despite the man’s stature, size and strength. “Maybe I haven’t been the best friend to Brandon but I’m still looking out for his interests. What are you doing?”

Trent made a move towards Zack, but Madison stepped in between placing a hand on Trent’s chest, patting him soothingly. “He’s not worth it.”

He looked between Madison and Zack, his fist still clenched and cocked, but decided not to make a scene. He continued to glare at Zack, deeply aware of how immediately gratifying it would be to sock the little punk.

“I think he’s right though. Now isn’t the right time. Why don’t you come to the cabin tomorrow and we can catch up then?” Madison suggested, staring sultrily up into Trent’s brown eyes. “You know Ravers cabin?”

“Oh yeah, once or twice Heather had teambuilding weekends up there for the cheerleaders. Brandon and I used to sneak up and check you guys out while you were doing all your exercises and practices,” Trent admitted, the memory and the hot girl on his arm dousing his temper.

“You and Brandon…” Madison bit her lip, imagining her brother watching her jump and bounce around in her small, tight cheerleading uniform. “Did you guys ever see me?”

“Oh yeah. You were definitely one of the hottest girls there. I could hardly take my eyes off you,” Trent told her with a smirk. “Even Brandon admitted that the cheerleading uniform really suited you.”

Zack stifled a chuckle, knowing that Trent wouldn’t understand just how happy that comment would probably make Madison. She shot him a dirty look as she rubbed Trent’s arm.

“I didn’t bring my uniform but maybe I can acquire one for tomorrow, if you like it so much,” she told him. “Leave Zack to me and I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Trent agreed, glancing one last time at Zack. “I’m looking forward to it.”

As Trent swaggered off, Madison turned to leave as well, but Zack called after her, “Where are you going?”

“To dry off,” she said bluntly without looking around. “And get as far away from you as possible.”

Zack exhaled wearily and scratched the back of his head. Maybe it hadn’t been the right thing to get involved, and he wasn’t even sure who he was trying to protect. Brandon from Madison’s scheme, Trent from being used or Madison herself from her own plan to make Brandon jealous. Someone was bound to get hurt if it continued. Or maybe he was helping himself, trying to assuage his guilt by doing some good for all of them. Whatever his reason, he wasn’t sure it had worked.

Madison sauntered off towards the toilets, and Zack put her out of his mind, thinking back to the task he’d been assigned: finding Victoria.