Afflict the Comfortable

“You’re a ****, Madison.” Dex’s voice filtered through Madison’s subconscious as he shook her shoulder. She was curled up on the couch in her gym clothes, having passed out early after her particularly frenetic workout session this afternoon. Having willfully sucked off multiple men through a glory hole while getting fingered by her teacher was…a new experience for Madison, and she had taken up Ashley’s suggestion to try to sweat out some of that stress and confusion. But, lacking Ashley’s stamina, it had wiped her out for the evening and led to an early nap - that was, until Dex dropped by. “You’re a ****, Madison.”

“Huhh?” Her bleary eyes opened.

“You’re asleep, Madison?” He shook her once more. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” He pulled her phone from her pocket, which had been buzzing away with a new message notification muffled by the fabric of her pocket.

“Sorry, Master.” Madison rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up. When she opened them, Dex was giving her a strange look. “What?”

“Nothing.” He looked away. “Good thing you’re in character though, we have a huge opportunity. Game changing.”

That got Madison’s eyes wide. Her brain spun up from 0-100 in a flash. “What is it?”

Dex held up his own phone. “I got a call from Stonebridge, your teacher. Of course, you know Tatiana is owned by Senator Johnson! She tells me he is meeting with someone tonight. Off the books, I checked. Whoever the Senator is meeting could be a huge scoop for us.”

“Tonight? Why does Stonebridge know that? Why’d she tell you?”

Dex grinned. “She says Sen. Johnson needs a date for his friend tonight.”

“A date? If he went to Stonebridge then he wants a slavegirl. Who’s the friend?”

“Don’t know who the friend is, she couldn’t or wouldn’t say. But apparently he asked for a slavegirl specifically.” Dex’s voice was picking up with excitement. “Maddy, Johnson’s on the Foreign Affairs Committee, this could give us insight into the upcoming trilateral talks. Maybe even let us know what sort of concessions the US is prepared to give. This could be the one, Maddy.”

“Damn… that’s a big deal. When does she need our answer?”

“Answer? I already told her yes.” Dex shrugged as if this was the most casual thing in the world.

“Already? Without talking to me first?!” Madison jumped to her feet. “This is kind of a big deal, Dex! Use your brain! Why do you think he wants to bring a slavegirl as a date?”

“Well discretion obviously-”

“And to fuck, Dex!” Madison paced the room. “This is getting so out of hand, I can’t believe you just said yes without asking. So goddamn-”

“Hold on. Stop.” Dex stood and grabbed Madison by the shoulders. “I didn’t ask you because I didn’t have the opportunity, Maddy. Stonebridge called me directly to ask. What was I supposed to say?”

“You could have told her you’d think about it!”

“She could have called one of the other masters while I was trying to get a hold of you, then we’d have missed this opportunity.”

“Yeah, for you it’s an opportunity, I’m the one getting pimped out. You are such an obnoxious assh-” Madison was left speechless as Dexter yanked her forward and past him, pressing her chest-first into the wall with one hand. SMACK! He spanked her ass with the other - Just once, not a punishment, but to get her attention. And holy shit, it worked. Madison had taken far worse but the way Dexter did it was… different. Powerful. Dominant.

Even when he removed the hand pressing her into the wall, Madison didn’t move.

“Maddy. You were the one who came on to me. Told me to make it real. Called me Master! Even today you did it!”

“Dex-” Madison started, but another single slap on her ass shut her up again.

“You’re a ****, Madison.”

“...what?” She stammered. He can’t… Did Stonebridge tell him? She could’ve but… What does he know…? “...Master?”

“Stonebridge called me. She put me on the spot, but her voice sounded a little ****. Remember, you were the one panicking that we were gonna blow our cover unless you passed the class. So I slowplayed her until she offered enough extra credit to put you on the **** honor roll, or whatever it’s called. So it’s not just an opportunity for me, it’s a big opportunity for us, get it?”

“I… do.” Madison was feeling warm, and not just from her sweatsuit. “Master.”

“You owe me a ‘thank you.’”

Madison finally turned from the wall to look Dexter in the face. “Thank you, Master.” It rolled off Madison’s tongue even easier now.

Dexter gave her a quizzical look. Without warning or asking, he put his hand forward and down the front of her panties to feel her lips. The moisture forming there was undeniable, as was its cause. Several people had shoved their hands into Madison’s pants without warning lately, and she was getting alarmingly used to it. You’d better be, because you know for damn sure this “date” is going to do the same.

Dex pulled his hand free and held up the slick fingertips, making Madison blush furiously at her shame revealed. Feeling it again seemed to embolden him. There didn’t seem to be any more waffling about ruining his employee relationship. Dex unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.

“You owe me an apology, too.”

If Madison couldn’t decode that signal, then she deserved to fail Stonebridge’s class. Madison knelt down with her back to her own living room wall, his dick hanging inches in front of her lips. Dex - Master Dex - did not seem inclined to give her any more space and she was well past thinking she could ask for it.

“I’m very sorry for insulting and doubting you, Master.” Madison took his shaft in her hand and gently licked his cockhead a few times. One of Stonebridge’s little tricks. His dick jumped in her hand and a moan escaped his lips. Madison felt a surge of pride at being able to draw that out of him. He deserved to feel good, and she could make him feel good. She slowly took his length in her mouth, letting him slide over her tongue, getting his shaft slick with her saliva before pulling out. Then she slid a little further in, and again, and again, until she’d managed to take his entire length into her mouth.

“God damn, Maddy.” Dex put his hand out and leaned against the wall as she worked. “They are teaching you well.”

Madison beamed, not that he could see it with her face pressed into his abdomen. But she did nonetheless. She bobbed on his shaft with increased enthusiasm, another one of the lessons she’d absorbed. “When you are on your knees, pleasuring your Master’s cock, you are performing the core act of servitude.” Anita had said…

Once I publish and this is over, none of this will matter… Madison thought. But for everything I’ve put up with in **** school, at least I’ll graduate as a killer cocksucker.

Whether Madison was already a killer cocksucker was not her call to make, but Dex did cum in her mouth substantially faster than he had at Danielle’s house. Madison giggled a little as she slid off his dick, her mouth still full of his load.

“What’s so funny?” Dex asked. Madison had to swallow to answer him, not that she minded that any more. Mentally, she made a note to see if Ashley would share any more of her lunch at the next class day…

“Oh, I was just thinking about the poker party, and if I knew then what I know now… I coulda won that thing. Master.” Madison giggled again.

“Good idea,” Dex pulled his phone out of his pocket. “I need to win some of my money back.”

“Master!” Madison gawped.

“Don’t forget you’re working tonight,” he gestured to her bathroom and stepped out of her way. “They’re picking you up at 9. Get cleaned up.”

Madison shivered in the evening cold of the deserted school parking lot of the school. She was only wearing her usual school girl outfit. According to Dex, Stonebridge had said not to bother picking out a dress for the evening, Tatiana had more than enough of a wardrobe that something would fit, and her stuff was all of a far higher quality than Madison or Dex could have afforded anyway. Madison stood under one of the only working streetlights, feeling painfully exposed in the tiny outfit. A slavegirl out alone at night was technically legal if her Master consented, but if a cop or a “concerned citizen” came by then they’d probably detain her just to be sure. Dex was watching from a parked car a half-block away, but what could he really do? And if they asked too many questions…

Her heart was racing, it hadn’t slowed down for a minute since Dexter had his way with her. Nothing that happened was “new” but it sure as hell felt new. She had been intimate with him, in public, even. And he’d even “bossed” her around - for practice purposes, of course. But what happened tonight didn’t feel like the old Dex. If she was falling into the role - and maybe too far into the role - perhaps he was too? Madison’s mind raced with wondering about how their next private meeting might go. Would he order her to do things, even without her prompting? Would she do them? Would she like doing them? It was a confusing mix of emotions and at the worst possible time to be confused: she had an imminent secret meeting to handle, one with extremely high stakes. She mentally rehearsed her own cover story for the 75th time.

Fortunately, the SUV arrived at 9 on the dot, moving out of the darkness like a phantom and rolling to a stop directly in front of her. One of the Senator’s goon squad emerged from the passenger seat, opened the back door and gestured for her to enter. Madison was excited to finally meet the Senator, even given the circumstances, and climbed in - only to find the back of the car was empty but for her. Reading her face, the goon answered.

“Boss just said to pick you up.” He slammed the door and climbed into the front. The car was nearly-soundproofed and the rear-windows tinted so much that she could barely see out as they drove - after only a few minutes she had completely lost track of where they were. Madison knew Dex would try to follow, but given the speed at which the car was flying and the disregard the driver seemed to have for the traffic laws, she knew for sure Dex would have been left behind. She peeked over her shoulder but couldn’t see his car. I’m on my own with this. Again. Madison pushed her knees together and held her legs to keep her hands from shaking. She suddenly felt the car crest down a short slope and pull into a parking space - an underground parking lot? That was confirmed when Goon A opened the door and gestured for her to climb out.

Madison had no idea where she was, but given the expensive cars parked all around on this level she guessed it must have been downtown. From her research, she knew the Senator’s official residence was in the western woods - this must be some kind of off-the-books bachelor pad. Which tracked with keeping Tatiana as his off-the-books slavegirl. “Madison, come with us.” Goon A said. They led Madison into the elevator and climbed in with her, somehow managing to nearly fill the space despite being only three people. The goon swiped an ID card and hit the floor, but being so huge Madison couldn’t see which floor they were actually going to. The elevator did not have an indicator.

Madison knew these guys were dangerous, but they treated her with a surprising amount of respect. Because I’m someone else’s property.

The elevator door opened directly into the living room of a sparsely, but expensively furnished apartment overlooking the city. From the view, Madison could guess roughly where they were, but wouldn’t be able to narrow it down to more than a neighborhood when Dexter inevitably asked later. Fuck this is off to a bad start. Madison thought, can’t even tell him where this place is? Madison did not have her **** phone, Dex had kept it per Anita’s instructions. No way to take pictures or notes…

“Madison! Come!” Tatiana appeared in the door to the bedroom, wearing only a skimpy set of black lingerie that matched her collar and jet black hair. Tatiana’s usual pissy expression was softer this evening, almost - not quite, but almost - reaching a smile. Her wave to call Madison over was actually friendly in a way Madison hadn’t seen before. God, she must be lonely.

Instead of moving to allow Madison to enter, Tatiana startled the brunette by coming forward to kiss Madison on the lips. Before Madison could react, she had Tatiana’s tongue in her mouth and hands pulling up the back of Madison’s skirt - flashing the two goons watching from behind them. Tatiana grabbed her by the ass and walked Madison into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her and locking it with an easy, clearly practiced movement.

Tatiana broke the kiss with a devious grin, clearly enjoying Madison’s flustered expression.

“Those assholes can never touch - so I make them think.” Tatiana spun gracefully on the ball of her foot and strutted towards an enormous walk-in closet. Madison couldn’t help her eyes being drawn to the girl’s lithe form as she moved. Her hips swayed hypnotically, her dancer muscles were toned and her body seemed to be drawn by an artist. The other slavegirls were each gorgeous, but Tatiana was feminine and sexy in a way that felt dangerous and yet intoxicating. She was in total command of her body and herself somehow, even as a **** mistress. Tatiana caught Madison staring in a mirror as she passed, and winked to let Madison know that she’d been busted. And that Tatiana had baited her right into it. She’s making me think about it too.

Tatiana disappeared into the closet and Madison instinctively followed. She didn’t even need to be ordered, she just recognized that it was expected. The closet itself was almost as big as Madison’s bedroom, and was nearly filled with shoes, handbags, jewelry, and dresses that could have walked a red carpet. Madison wasn’t particularly fashion-conscious, but she was pretty sure some of those had walked a red carpet. Tatiana was pulling some of them off the racks and hanging them on a small rolling bar as possible options. After setting aside a few choice options, Tatiana turned on Madison.

“Madison, what are you doing?” She clapped her hands aggressively. “Take off clothes, we need to see choices.”

“Oh! Uh… sure.” Madison nearly added a ‘Mistress’ but stopped herself. Her fingers flew to unbutton her blouse and ditch her skirt, but once they were discarded Tatiana still seemed unsatisfied with her underwear.

“Too boring.” Tatiana waved at a small box in the corner. “Choose from there.” Inside Madison found an absolute treasure trove of panties from designers with French and Italian names she struggled to pronounce in her head.

“Are all of these yours too?”

“No, Bill’s other whores. He kept them like trophies.” Tatiana scoffed and looked away for a moment. He doesn’t need prostitutes anymore, now she is the trophy. “Should be one that fits you.”

Madison’s nose crinkled at that. Wear some other girl’s panties? Fuck… maybe Taitana has a pair? There has to be one new set in here. One look at Tatiana’s slim hips told Madison that hers would have been too small anyway. After a quick sift, Madison chose a red pair that was see-through but fit well. I hope the Senator got these off her before things got too… involved. She checked herself out in the mirror and couldn’t help but appreciate how her ass looked. Regardless of their past, the panties were incredibly comfortable and easily the most expensive piece of clothing she’d ever worn. At least, until she slipped on one of the dresses Tatiana was choosing from.

Tatiana held one up to Madison’s body. Then she shook her head, discarded it, and selected another without a word. And again. And again. All of them looked acceptable to Madison’s eyes, but Tatiana seemed to be looking for something specific and not finding it.

“Um, I like that blue one.” Madison pointed to one hanging on the rack, but Tatiana waved off her opinion.

“No, that is a wife dress. A man who wants a **** to meet him at night not looking for a wife.” Tatiana grabbed a different one from the rack and held it up. “Here. This is what he want.” Tatiana zipped Madison into it. The dress was a deep crimson with a plunging neckline and back. Madison was softer and more curvaceous than Tatiana, so she was spilling out of the dress already. All in all she looked damn good in it, but this was clearly a dress cut to flaunt rather than conceal. Any sudden moves and she’d be a flasher. The side slit so high that Madison wondered whether they’d hide her panties at all. Anyone who saw her on a man’s arm would know exactly what she was there to do.

I’m really going through with this… Every time Madison thought she had made peace with her situation, doubts came roaring back up again. Every time it gets a little easier to pretend to be a ****. How much longer until it’s not pretending? On the car ride over, she had been worried that Dexter was left in the dust and couldn’t help her if she needed it. But now she realized it was better that he wouldn’t see her like this. What happened tonight has to be a fluke, right? If even he looks at me like a ****, who’s left that doesn’t? Madison rubbed her own arms, subconsciously clinging to herself like a life preserver.

“Almost time to go.” Tatiana tapped Madison’s shoulder. While Madison was having an identity crisis in the mirror, Tatiana had slipped on an extraordinarily short tube top dress and pulled up her hair, emphasizing her collar on her beautiful neck. She tossed Madison a tube of red lipstick that matched the dress, and set out a pair of towering high heels.

“Even with Stonebridge’s training, I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Madison took a couple practice laps while Tatiana watched. Tatiana graciously declined to laugh at the poor woman, though her eyes revealed some of her inner mirth.

“Don’t worry,” Tatiana took Madison’s arm and walked with her, ostensibly to look like girlfriends but it did help her keep balance. “We won’t need to spend much time on our feet.”

The living room was empty when the pair emerged, the goons having made themselves scarce to give the Senator some privacy. Without the keycard to operate the elevator, the girls had to simply wait for him to arrive with his guest. Tatiana grabbed a pair of glasses and a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, then led Madison out to the balcony. Tatiana fired the cork off the ledge and into the night, then poured each a glass.

“He lets you take the **** whenever you want?” Madison looked at the glass, unsure if she should participate in this. She needed a clear head tonight of all nights.

“No.” Tatiana took a deep swig. “Bill doesn’t like it.”

“Won’t he punish you?”

“Probably. Drink.” Tatiana lifted the underside of Madison’s glass, tipping it up to her lips. Madison obediently parted her lips and let the wine flow into her mouth. It was far too large an amount and the bubbles made her eyes water as she swallowed, but she did manage to get it down. Tatiana raised the bottle to fill her glass again, but Madison tried to pull it away.

“No, I think that’s-.”

“Drink.” Tatiana met Madison’s eyes. Tatiana was shorter and smaller, but Madison felt like the woman towered over her in that moment. Madison did not protest when Tatiana refilled her glass, and did not need to be ordered again to drink it. “The boys are here.”

Madison spun around, wide-eyed. Senator Johnson was standing in the doorway to the balcony. He took in the sight of the two women holding the bottle and glasses without obvious reaction.

“Tatiana, I see you started without me.” His voice was calm, but Madison sensed the umbrage in it.

“You make us wait so long, Bill.” The frost between Master and **** was so powerful that it made Madison physically cold.

“Well no more waiting now,” he stepped forward and placed a meaty hand on the back of Tatiana’s neck. “Let’s meet my new friend. Try not to embarrass me.” The last line was said with clear malice. He pushed Tatiana back into the living room and Madison followed along. The Senator barely seemed to acknowledge Madison was there, which felt like a mixed blessing. She absolutely needed to learn more about him to make tonight worthwhile, but she was not sure she wanted to be the focus of his attention at all. He had piercing eyes and every time he looked her way, Madison felt like he could read her mind. She suddenly felt very stupid and very exposed. Fooling Anita and Theo and Peter were one thing, they were smart but they didn’t have the resources to really dig into her. The Senator though…

Her “date” sat lazily on the couch, awaiting them. He was muscular like the Senator, or at least had been at one time before easy living let him go to seed, but that was the extent of the resemblance. Otherwise his appearance was the total opposite of the buttoned-up American. He was short with thick limbs, and Madison immediately thought of him as a shaved ape. His hair was mussed behind his receding hairline, his suit was rumpled and his tie open, his skin flushed and his eyes bleary from intoxication even though he had only just arrived. It was obvious the Senator had been plying him with booze for some time and the two women were meant to be the… climax of the event. The man looked very pleased with himself, and his smile was vaguely familiar to Madison, but she couldn’t place him. She tried to commit his features to memory, though it was growing more difficult as the two huge glasses of champagne started to affect her. The man noticed Madison and opened his arms to beckon her.

“Lovely! My American sweetheart! Come to Sergei!” He gestured for her to come closer.

The Senator sat down on the couch, pulling Tatiana down into his lap as he did. Following his lead, ‘Sergei’ took Madison’s wrist and pulled her down onto his lap as well. I doubt that’s his real name, but considering how plastered he is I don’t know if he could come up with a convincing fake. He tried to pull her into a kiss but she was able to shift her shoulders and dodge it, letting his lips land on her cheek.”Nice to meet you.” She tried to offer a ladylike kiss on her knuckles, but he was not having that. She maintained the facade of polite engagement even as his hands aggressively groped her. One slid up her dress and brazenly grabbed her ass. When her mouth dropped open in surprise, he took that as an opportunity to **** his tongue into her mouth. It was such a strong whiskey flavor she felt like she was licking the bottle itself.

“Easy Sergei, you two just met.” The Senator teased. “Take it slow.”

Sergei broke the kiss and Madison took the opportunity to wipe her mouth outside of his vision.

Sergei cackled. “What is the point of a **** if you must still romance?”

“Who said anything about romance?” The Senator laughed in return. His laugh felt very performative, as if he was an alien mimicking human emotions. Madison had naturally seen him on television several times and he’d always looked quite charismatic in a political way, but at this distance the facade was fairly clear. “At least get the girl’s name first. Madison, meet Sergei.”

“Hello Mad-eeeee-son” he fumbled the name in his liquor haze. Madison suddenly felt the room spin as he grabbed her hips with his huge, meaty hands and tipped her backwards. Despite being drunk as a skunk, the man was still strong and surprisingly fast. Madison’s shoulders landed on the couch, and he easily lifted her hips up until his head slipped under the tiny dress and her thighs landed on his shoulders. Being flipped nearly upside down on top of the **** buzz was leaving her totally disoriented, and that was before Sergei added his own contribution.

“Woah! Woahhhh!” Madison felt the lunatic lapping at the crotch of her panties, which were already damp from her earlier escapades with Dexter and Tatiana. It seemed that sensing her arousal only energized him to dive in harder. He pulled aside the crotch of her panties and his tongue up through her lips, making her shudder with each aggressive lick. She wiggled and moaned as she assaulted her sex, though none of it was in complaint. Madison was even disappointed when he dropped her hips to the couch.

Tatiana and the Senator laughed as Sergei made a big show of licking his lips. “THAT is how you should greet a ****.”

“Is not how Bill greets me.” Tatiana jabbed at the Senator. He laughed, but not with his eyes. Sergei kept talking, either not noticing or blazing right over the small dig from ****-to-master.

“I should say truth - is only for American **** girls. Our girls are not so easily tamed, are you, Tati?” Sergei wagged a chastising finger at Tatiana. “I bet you give Wild Bill all he can handle, eh?”

“She obeys when I command.” The Senator’s smile had reduced to a small grin, and his grip on Tatiana’s shoulders was more possessive and less friendly than it had been only a few minutes earlier.

“Of course she does, our girls are loud but smart enough to know when to be quiet and listen. American girls never learn, talk talk talk. …I mean no offense.” Sergei unsteadily pretended to bow in apology.

“None taken.” Senator Johnson poured out two more tumblers of whiskey from the bottle on the table. “In fact, I’m inclined to agree with you about American women. That’s why we passed the **** laws.”

“You were wise to make that happen, Bill. You saw the truth about your American men. Very soft and weak, letting your women walk on you. Look at her Master, she owns such a beauty and yet he shares her.”

“Madison’s Master understands the benefits of foreign relations.” Bill joked. But Sergei was rolling.

“American girls are sooooo easy. Trust me, I have been with many. All it takes is money to open their legs, and once you drink from their nectar then they are already your slaves. Now, my country…” He beat his chest patriotically. “We may have the same problem soon. We will need those laws ourselves.”

“So it’s on track then?” Bill’s eyebrow raised. “That’s news to me.”

“Indeed, Bill. Next year, I will be celebrating again when that time comes.” Sergei ignored the offered glass and instead took a hold of the whiskey bottle to drink deeply from it. “I have my eye on a few ladies for my own stable, or maybe I import a few from your side of the seas, eh?”

Madison’s liquor-addled mind pinged on something Sergei had said. Wait, the Senator was the one behind the **** laws? They are expanding to other countries? They might sell across borders?

“Wait… Next year…?” Madison groggily tried to sit up as she asked, but suddenly the whiskey bottle was **** past her own lips and her mouth was flooded with the burning booze. She coughed and sputtered a little of it onto her chest but she submissively swallowed far more than she could usually handle.

“See, Bill? See what I tell you?” Sergei grinned.

“I’m sorry, I just-” Madison started to stammer out another question, but didn’t make it halfway through before she was being forcefed another mouthful of whiskey. She gasped for air when Bill suddenly grabbed the bottle away.

“Oh Bill, you’re no fun.” Sergei moped. “I promise I won’t break her.”

“I have no concern what you put in Madison’s mouth, but that’s my aged single malt, Sergei.” Senator Johnson capped it off and set it out of his reach. “Give the garbage vodka to the slaves.”

The two men glared at each other. Clearly there was still a deep animosity between them that was not totally being papered over by **** and women. There was a long silence between them. Madison kept her mouth shut this time, Sergei might not have had the bottle close but he’d made his position clear.

Unexpectedly, Tatiana got to her feet.

“I wish to dance.” She stuck out her hand. “Madison. Come.” Madison took her hand and allowed Tatiana to help her up off the couch. Sergei gripped her butt with a meaty paw as she did.

“I like this idea.” He added.

“No, Sergei, I think we have a little more to discuss.” Bill said, pushing the whiskey back into Sergei’s hand. “Let the girls play for a few minutes. They aren’t going anywhere.” Bill glared at Madison as he said this. God this guy gives me the creeps, how does Tatiana live with him?

The pair moved towards a small open spot next to the couch, not far at all from the men. Madison hoped she could dance and keep eavesdropping as they did. But three things immediately got in the way. First, Tatiana popped on the music - loud peppy pop music in Russian that drowned out the men’s voices. Bill shot her a sideeye for her choice, but she clearly did not care. Second, the extra whiskey had piled on top of the champagne in Madison’s belly and all of it went straight to her head. She tried to shimmy along with the beat and with Tatiana’s own moves, but she found herself physically leaning more and more on Tati as they went. Between the flashing colored lights and the thumping dance beat, Madison felt like she was slipping into a fever dream. And that led to the third problem, the biggest one: Tatiana was absolutely gorgeous and being this close to her was consuming all of Madison’s attention. Away from her work, away from her cover story, and towards the sensuous green eyes that were tantalizingly close.

The two stepped and shook and swayed, barely able to break eye contact. Tatiana’s soft hands found Madison’s hips, taking a firm hold in the guise of “helping” the drunken American dance. But once Madison’s moves were on-beat, Tatiana was not quick to take her hands away. Madison’s hands fell to Tatiana’s shoulders, and she giggled like a goofy girl at that.

“What?” Tatiana smirked.

“I’m the girl in this little dance.” Madison kept up her chuckles.

“Of course, you are **** girl, Madison.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that.” I’m starting to believe it…

“Because is true.” Tatiana moved in closer. It couldn’t have been more than a few inches, but she was definitely in Madison’s space now. “I speak to Stonebridge, she tells me about you.”

“What did she-”

“Shush.” Madison’s lips slammed shut again. It was very, very easy to just do what Tatiana said… “Stonebridge says you like it with girls.”

“I’m not a les-”

“Shush! You are **** girl, that is what you are. All you are.” Tatiana pulled Madison even closer. “**** girls need to find their own way…” Their lips were faintly touching now, grazing each other as they moved. All Madison needed to do was shift her weight forward and she’d be kissing this bombshell. But Tatiana’s eyes showed that she was waiting for Madison to make that move. Would that prove her right? Madison stumbled - or so she told herself - and her lips met Tatiana’s. She could have broken the kiss, pushed her away, said it was a mistake. But… at the same time she couldn’t do any of that. Their tongues danced, far more rhythmically than the rest of their bodies. Madison wondered how she’d ever envisioned this woman as icy, because her heat was melting Madison into a puddle. Once her lips were on Tatiana’s, Madison never wanted to break that kiss. Tatiana had to, after a few heavenly moments. “That should help.”

Madison felt Sergei’s beefy hands on her again, and she and Tatiana were pulled apart. She was staring into his excited little pig man face and his massively wide grin.

“I couldn’t watch you dance without me any longer!” Sergei dragged Madison back into a kiss again, and even though it lacked any of the charm or romance of Tatiana’s delicate moves - Madison did find herself responding physically to this overbearing beast. The music suddenly shut off, leaving a loud ringing in Madison’s ears.

“Sorry Sergei, I couldn’t take that obnoxious noise any more.” Bill laughed. “Have fun, comrade.” Bill teased as he led Tatiana away to the master bedroom and closed the door.

Sergei was too far down Madison’s throat to respond, but then again he was also too drunk to care. He continued to grind on Madison’s body, following a beat that must have been in his own head.

Madison kept gyrating along with Sergei’s “dancing” and his intense french kiss. Madison was out of verbal tricks or subtle deflections for his attention, and his hands freely roamed her body. His swaying grew even less predictable as the booze kept working its way into his brain. Madison tried to shift her feet for balance, but accidentally tripped over his leg and fell backwards onto the couch. She ended up pulling him along with her until he landed on top with her legs splayed around his middle.

“Maaad-eeeeee-sonnnnn” He finally stopped kissing her long enough to slur out her name, even slower than last time.

Madison could no longer maintain any pretense that she was in control of the situation. She’d started the night as a cool, collected, professional woman with a huge opportunity to remake her career. Waves of emotion and sensation and **** had washed all that away, leaving only the **** girl that everyone - even Dexter! - kept claiming to see in her.

She didn’t know what to say. Sergei reached down and tore away her borrowed panties with one rough yank, causing Madison to let out an involuntary gasp of excitement. His own hungry growl showed it was clearly the reaction he was looking for. With a renewed focus, he pulled down his own trousers and popped his dick free. It was as thick as the rest of him, and Madison eagerly helped him guide it to her pussy. She was dripping wet, of course. Just like she’d been when dancing with Tatiana, just like she’d been when Sergei was licking her out, and just like she’d been when Dexter pushed her against her apartment wall. She hadn’t been in control in any of those situations either. The pattern might have registered if Sergei hadn’t begun pushing his cock inside her cunt and forcing all rational thoughts out of her brain.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” She moaned out. “Sergei!”

“Soooo easy.” Sergei chuckled to himself as he buried his cock completely inside her. Madison couldn’t even dispute the insult.

“Oh fuck! Sergei!” She repeated after his next thrust. And the one after that. And the one after that.

He fucked her hard into the cushions of the couch. He fucked her into the deepest, most primal recesses of her mind. Language degraded. All she could do was feel.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

FUCK!

Sergei was long gone and Madison was asleep when Bill’s goons returned to take her home. She was too drunk, too tired, and too thoroughly fucked to come back to coherence when they helped her to her feet. She only woke up when they dropped her on the curb outside the school. Her skirt rode up and the feel of the freezing pavement on her bare ass jolted her right back to reality. Dexter arrived in his car shortly after the SUV disappeared around the corner.

As soon as they were on the road, Dexter tried to dive into the questions: Who was there? What did they talk about? What leads can we follow out of this? Despite Dexter’s insistence and her understanding that it was best to get these notes down as soon as she was able… Madison had nothing for him. Her mind was a blank, pleasured glaze as she rolled over in the passenger seat and passed out smiling.