Chapter 5
by 
Mossrite
She's still just standing there waiting for you.
Be mean to Maddie
"No. I don't want you using my ass for anything more than walking." You see a glint of fear in her eyes before she bows her head. Did you go too far? It seemed like a logical extension of the joke, but her reaction seems odd. Maybe she'll concede and drop the bit.
But no, she raises her eyes to meet yours and says quietly, "ok. But... What about when I need to use the bathroom? Can I at least use your ass then?" Damn she's really holding on to this. She looks really sincere too, maybe she's a theater major?
If she's doubling down, you're going all in. "You can clean it for me in the shower. I don't want your shit on my ass, so no pooping without my permission and you'll need to thoroughly clean it afterwards."
"Ok... Thank you." She says before leaving to watch another race. She remains standing near the TV despite the free chairs all around her.
Lucy puts a hand on your shoulder. "Cleo, I think you went a little too far with her. I know I shouldn't tell you what to do with your property, but still." Yeah, she has a point. It was obvious that Maddie wasn't comfortable with where the joke ended up.
Wait what was that last part? Lucy isn't usually one to make any joke more complex than a pun, and definitely can't pretend to be feeling anything that she isn't. Her face shows real concern, and you find yourself thinking back to that junk mail.
You just have to claim ownership.
Claim.
That's the same word you said when Maddie started acting weird. Did - do you actually own her ass? Was the card magic or something, a blessing? ...Or a curse.
Other people have shuffled in to start a new round of the race, and you and Lucy move to the back of the room. "You should apologize to Maddie. Just because it's within your right doesn't mean it is right. For fuck sake, you aren't letting her shit with your ass? How else is she supposed to go?"
"Fine, you're right Lucy. I'll let her use it." You scan the room for Maddie. It shouldn't be hard to find her, she'll be one of the few people standing. But you don't see her. Shit. "Did she leave? I don't see her..."
"Well find her then. You've got to fix this mess you've gotten yourself in." Lucy is right, but she didn't have to be so blunt about it. Ok, maybe she does. Whatever. "Did you get her contact info?"
"Yeah we swapped numbers, snapchat, fuckin' myspace. No! I played one match against her and now I own her ass? Do you hear how dumb that sounds? You know what I'll deal with it tomorrow. It's late," it's not, "I'm tired," you're not, "and I should get some homework done anyway." You have the entire weekend to do one math assignment due Tuesday. "I claim your ability to care about what I do with my power. You don't."
And with that you storm out and head up to your room, leaving a shocked Lucy alone in the back of the conference room.
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Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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