Maddie's Plan

Zack, that bastard. Who was he to tell her who she should or shouldn’t be fucking? Most people would be encouraging her not to commit ****, not trying to keep her from cheating on her brother to make him jealous. Now she was left incredibly horny from her encounter with Trent and no way to release it. Though she supposed it did work out better this way, when she could flaunt the fact that Trent wanted her right in Brandon’s face, that didn’t do anything to soothe the horniness that had her body buzzing right now. And if she didn’t find some way to take care of that, spilled drinks wouldn’t be the only cause for wet clothes.

As she neared the girl’s bathroom, heading for the dryer, she saw Victoria emerge from the door, in the process of fixing her dress around her thighs and shoulders and glowing like she’d just been fucked. Seeing her reminded the petite brunette of a conversation they’d had earlier while they were getting changed.

“Hey, Victoria,” she called, before the blonde could move away.

“Oh, hey Maddie, are you enjoying yourself?” Victoria said, pausing and glancing at the door to the girl’s toilet.

“Honestly, not really. There aren’t as many good guys here as I’d hoped, and Zack keeps cockblocking me,” Madison explained bitterly, running a hand through her hair. “But I remembered that, back at the cabin when we were picking out dresses, when I told you I wanted to hook up with a guy, you said you might know someone who could help me out with that.”

“Yeah? You were serious about that?” Victoria asked with raised eyebrows. “I mean, I definitely know a guy who’d do you right, if you’re interested, and I doubt he’d let Zack, or anyone for that matter, get in the way.”

Fuck, Victoria was describing Shawn as absolutely conquering, but Madison was confident, so she nodded, and said, “That sounds like exactly what I need. Do you think you could set up a meeting between us tonight?”

“Sure,” Victoria smiled, her eyes glistening as she gestured to the door. “He’s right in there.”

“In the women’s restroom? What was he doing in…” Then Madison remembered how just fucked Victoria looked and where the blonde had just come from and put two and two together. “Oh.”

Victoria just kept smiling, even as Madison just deduced that she’d just fucked the man behind the door. If she walked inside, she’d know it was Shawn, and at least one person in the group would end up finding out that she’d been lying to them all. But that didn’t scare her. Because the blonde also knew that if Madison walked through that door, she’d wind up in the same situation, too embarrassed, and ashamed and free to want to tell the truth.

Madison wasn’t so naïve though to not know what she was getting herself into. She wasn’t actually going to hook up with Shawn and had no intention of doing so. But, if she could track him down and get him talking, she might be the one to figure out what happened last night that had everyone so worried. The others were trying to get through to Victoria or find evidence that could punch a hole in her story, but none of them had even suggested going straight to the source and getting the truth from Shawn himself.

“Well, wish me luck,” Madison said, turning towards the door and resting a hand upon it.

“Have fun,” Victoria called, as the small brunette pushed through the door into the bathroom. Setting Madison aside for now, Victoria headed into the club, curious where her other friends had gone to.

Inside the toilets, Madison stopped and let the door swing shut behind her. In front of her stood a young man with a shaved head, a little older than herself and bigger than she expected, though not as formidable looking as Brandon. He looked like thing between an entitled trust fund kid and a neo-nazi, neither idea filling her with a lot of desire or attraction. He might have been the last guy in the club that she’d have looked at, were it not for the fact that he had apparently brainwashed Victoria, somehow.

As she entered, he was tucking in his shirt and zipping up his trousers. He looked up at her and watched her carefully. He could tell she wasn’t surprised to see him there, she didn’t regard him the way a stranger might with offense or terror, from which he could only surmise that she knew him. And that meant there was only one person she could be.

“Victoria told me about you,” he said confidently, straightening up. “You’re the girl who was out camping with her brother in the forest. She said you had come to the club to find someone to hook up with, so you could make your brother jealous.”

Madison frowned, a little annoyed that Victoria had told him so much about her already. Worried too, when she remembered that Gavin had told her that Victoria already suspected that she and her brother’s relationship was a little more than purely familial. Had Victoria told Shawn that much as well?

“My family and I used to go on camping trips all the time. When my brother broke up with his girlfriend, rather than waste a perfectly good spring break, we turned it into a camping trip, just like old times,” she insisted, lying because giving Shawn that ammunition seemed like a bad idea. “Didn’t you ever go on family camping trips?”

“No. My dad called them a waste of time. No, actually, I do remember once we did, the four of us,” Shawn remembered thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "Dustin spent his whole time reading, and my dad was constantly taking calls for the office and admonishing my mother for dragging him out into an area with bad cell coverage. We went home early.”

Madison felt a surge of pity for the man. It was easy to take for granted the happy, well adjusted family life that she’d been raised in. She had a brother who cared for her, parents who were happy to spend time with them and they were supported and encouraged in everything they did. She forgot sometimes that there were people who didn’t have the same role models, whose family didn’t give a shit about them.

“I remember because that was the day I saw my parents fucking,” he remarked, watching Madison’s sympathy turn to shock. “I woke up in the night, hearing them arguing, which wasn’t unusual. I went to the bathroom and passed my parents door. It was already open, but I didn’t pay attention until I heard a slap. My father could be harsh but never violent, so I was surprised and peeked into the room He wasn’t slapping her, but spanking her. She was bent over on the bed, her back arched with her arse in the air, my father behind her, on his feet, mounting and riding her while he lectured her for being such a stupid bitch and not to bother him with her stupid ideas. His hand kept smacking her ass. Her cheek looked nearly raw, so I guess they must have been at it for some time. I gathered from his tirade that he’d lost a business deal because of the trip. Before I left though, my mother looked up and saw me at the door. She didn’t say anything or try to stop my father. She just watched me watching her until I decided to leave before I got caught.”

The absolute detachment that Shawn used to describe his parents fucking, like someone giving a factual account of a landscape view, perturbed Madison. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Why not? It’s not like knowing it gives you some great power over me. It isn’t a terrible tragedy that has afflicted me ever since. My father was right to punish my mother for her useless idea,” Shawn chuckled cruelly. “Or maybe I just thought you’d enjoy the memory of a son seeing his mother being fucked and used.”

Madison sighed. “You know about me and my brother.”

“Victoria told me her suspicions, but you confirmed it yourself,” Shawn crossed his arms and smirked. “Besides, why else would a sister want to make her brother jealous?”

“Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” she said, hoping to divert the conversation. “I-”

“Wait,” he told her, holding up a palm. “Let’s go somewhere else. Security know I’m in this bathroom. They’ll come soon to remove me.”

He didn’t wait for her to agree or accept, instead simply walking out of the bathroom and expecting her to follow. And follow she did. This wasn’t quite going how Madison had expected. For one, Victoria had told him a lot more about her than anticipated. And Shawn wasn’t quite as thuggish as she presumed. He had some deplorable worldviews, no doubt, but he wasn’t the slimy, snivelling scum that she’d imagined. He was underhanded, yes, but he was mindful about it. And yet, he wasn’t perfect. He still thought she wanted something from him, and with that she’d extract the truth.

He led her through the kitchens and hallways and out a heavy fire door into a dark alleyway, lit by a single overhead lamp. She looked both ways as she stepped through and saw no one else around. She was completely alone with Shawn. Her stomach fluttered as the one-way door behind her slammed shut, sealing her fate.

“You want to enlist my services to fuck you,” he said, a statement not a question, quickly striking to the heart of her request. “Because I’m someone who’ll make him think twice about ever letting you fuck another man again.”

“R-right. When I wanted to make my brother jealous, naturally I thought of you and the glowing review Victoria’s gave of your cock,” Madison lied. Men like Shawn wanted to feel that they were in control, and letting him feel like that would lower his guard. Shit, this was going to be easier than sowing dissension between Ashley and Zack. “She told me how magnificently you fucked her last night, and well, I thought, if I’m gonna get fucked, it might as well feel good.”

“Victoria told you that?” Shawn grinned smugly. “She told you where I fucked her first?”

Madison pursed her lips. It was a test. Obviously, it was a test. She’d intentionally skirted around the details so not to give herself away, but she’d considered this possibility too. Shawn might be able to catch others out with tricks like this, but not Madison. She shimmied up close to him, swaying her hips and pawing at his chest, looking up at his dark eyes as she let him feel the warmth of her body on his.

“I don’t remember things like that,” she cooed, channeling her inner airhead. “I was too distracted by how yummy your cock sounded. But where did you first fuck her? Was it somewhere fun?”

Shawn smirked, reaching up and taking her hand in his, the other moving to her waist. He gripped her tightly and peeled her from his body, holding her as he stepped back, away from her. Madison swallowed hard, creasing her eyebrows as her plan failed. Why had her plan failed? Why wasn’t he taking the bait?

But Shawn knew that the best sluts always like to resist in the beginning, until they became enlightened to their true nature. And then they had to be tamed and trained, until he could fuck them in front of their own family and they’d never ask to stop. The ones who came to him, they were either too easy, and not worth his time, or they were trying to trick him, and they were the worst kind of woman. Corrupt and manipulative. Of course, all women were manipulative, but like a good hunting dog, it’s teeth could be put to positive use. A dog with no bite inhibition was better put down than put to work.

“So, you want to know what happened last night at my apartment,” Shawn concluded, his voice cool. “If that’s what you wanted, you could have just asked. Didn’t I already prove that I didn’t have any problem divulging my life to you? I’d have told you straight up, if you’d just been honest.”

“Okay then, tell me now,” Madison suggested, as he released his grip on her, pushing her back.

“No. You’ve proven you can’t be trusted,” Shawn replied, his eyes wandering over her body. “Now, if you want to know, I think you should have to pay a fee.”