Becky decided to stay in town for one more week. She did it for two reasons. Firstly, she wanted to reconnect with Connor. She had always planned on leaving him behind for her fancy college, and while she isn't necessarily under obligation to remain for his sake. She did lead him on and even made promises about their future together. At the time she didn't know how to tell him that she wouldn't be there long, but when she did, it blew up in her face.
Connor was a good guy, a great guy by her account. Obviously, he wasn't perfect, he had things he could do better. Like being on time for dates, listening to Becky explain her thoughts on the scholarship she got or even just remembering to text her. Yet aside from that, and the fact he cheated on her. Becky still partially blamed herself somewhat. She knew that if she ever gave even an inch to Maddison, she'd take the whole damn cock in her mouth.
Becky also knew that Maddison was hot, no comparison was needed to notice the differences. It wasn't just that she had Becky beat in attractiveness, it was the fact she flaunted ceaselessly. Becky, of course, also partially blamed herself for being friends with an egomaniac but she at some point enjoyed being Maddison's friend. The need to be validated by a girl so much more attractive than herself helped build her self-esteem. Now it had come to bite her, so she planned to ensure Maddison got what she needed. Cock!
This brings the second reason why Becky stayed, to make sure Maddison got her comeuppance. The football team would be returning from Hell Week. With help from Connor, Becky planned to meet with some of the senior squad to have a little bit of a discussion about a new freshman. Connor as an already established member of the team would convince them to come for a meet. He had so much prestige that he didn't have to go to Hell Week. His extremely fit body meant the coaches so no need. Connor lived in the gym.
The plan was set and just like that Maddison would be broken sooner than she thought. On Maddison's part, she's got an Uber back home from the mall. She still didn't understand why Connor was suddenly ignoring her given their last bout had only occurred a few days ago. She remembered something Becky said about buying Connor a gift and wondered if that had something to do with it.
She'd met with Becky yesterday and she seemed cheerful. It was hard for her to believe that anything crazy happened between them. All of that made Maddison a good deal angrier because it meant someone had rejected her. She wasn't used to it, it did sometimes happen particularly with hot married men who had families. Often they proved unmovable no matter how much Maddison made advances at them, showing them her hard nipples or flashing them her panties.
"Fuck sake, I need some dick!" she muttered.
The Uber driver checked back, trying to see what she was fussing about.
"Is there anything I can do for you Miss, perhaps stop by for some refreshments?"
The man driving her was mild-mannered, he didn't like the teen's nasty attitude ruining his perfect five-star record.
"No, just drive," Maddison said.
Her eyes fixated on her phone, watching the single tick which suggested that her text didn't even deliver to Connor's phone. Maddison sank into her seat, her mind processing the utter disrespect of being rejected. She was too vain to imagine anything other than Connor finding some hotter girl to cheat on Becky with. Her thoughts ran wild, scanning and probing his socials for whichever girl he'd posed with.
There weren't many, aside from her and Becky. There were a handful, mostly fans of the college football team. None of them she knew to have had a personal relationship with. She couldn't be too sure, so in Maddison fashion. She sent vile messages to anyone whose picture linked to their profile. She claimed to be Connor's girlfriend and suggested she owned a firearm. One which she would use to kill them should she find out that they were fucking
her
boyfriend.
As if that wasn't enough, she made sure to find the skimpiest images they had posted. Then report them to the respective social media administrators or forward it to their parents, she did all of this in record quick time before shutting off her phone. She leaned back and closed her eyes, hoping her efforts were successful. She hoped that it made them anxious or drove them crazy.
The driver kept checking on her, keeping silent yet noticing her exasperating expression.
"Is everything okay Miss?"
"Yeah, can you tell me why my boyfriend isn't answering my calls or responding to my texts?"
The man shook his head, he'd had his own experience of crazy bitch syndrome. He wanted nothing to do with it, however, Maddison's pose was what kept his eyes darting back to the rearview mirror. Her slouched position didn't do much to hide the panties she wore, a pair of silk white thongs which only pressed her pussy lips perfectly. Her breasts, a good size, were also pressing against her top.
Maddison didn't know how provocative her position made her, she didn't even know that the driver could see her panties. It took a few minutes of her lying on the backseat before she considered how she looked. When she did, her eyes caught the driver, and she immediately sat back up.
"Eww, gross, fucking pervert! I'm so not going to five star you for this," she chastised him.
The driver was only briefly angered, in his mind it was her fault for sitting like a harlot. He himself was in college, and used this as a way of earning some extra cash. He knew that Maddison was probably going to be a freshman, and would most likely be doing more than just showing her panties to the jocks. He knew girls like her, the types that came through year after year. Pompous, arrogant, self-centred bitches who would so willingly whore themselves out to any guy who looked to have a potential six figure career in front of them.
It annoyed him deeply, yet he knew that it was hard to resist. Hard to stop himself from looking, Maddison was stunning. Even amongst the hottest, she stood out with her form and body. Her toned legs, and her pussy looked tight from what he saw through her panties. He knew that even without the light makeup, it would be like waking up to an angel. One with the devil inside of her, based on her nasty attitude.
Maddison wondered more about her driver. Particularly how long had he been staring at her panties before she caught him. It was certainly long enough for him to get a hard-on. Then she couldn't help but think if he had a big cock, one that had lots of veins. A stiff thick rod that stood upright if he were sitting.
She glanced over at him again, his mixed race skin. The sharp fade, he wasn't as muscular as the guys she normally fucked around with. She knew though, that the dick size wasn't correlated with the arm size. He was an average guy, maybe a smart guy for running an Uber and keeping the five stars he'd had. It made her think, or wonder if maybe she could seduce him. If all it took was a peak of her panties, then this would be easy.
If his cock was big enough, it would at least give her the thrill of sucking a guy off while they drove. She'd never done that before, and probably needed to train her skills for the jocks at school. This line of thinking convinced her to work her magic. Maddison stood up, and eased herself to the passenger seat.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," she said. Sitting her ass down. She'd hiked her skirt, it was now just below her ass rather than its normal mid-thigh position. "I didn't mean to be so rude to you earlier, you're a guy and guys can't help it."
The driver looked back at the road. He didn't know what had made Maddison have this change of heart, but accepted it so long as he got to keep his perfect five-star record.
"Does that mean you change your mind about not giving me five stars?"
"Well, let's not make it too easy. You did peek at an exposed woman, you could have said something. Yet you just kept looking, didn't you?"
She had him there, and he didn't have a leg to stand on.
"I'm sorry, I... I should have said something."
"What's your name?" Maddison asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Her body was facing him, her thighs were exposed while she lifted on foot to the seat. She leaned against the seat, and playfully twirled her hair whilst gazing at him.
"I'm Zayn," he answered.
"Zayn, nice name. So Zayn, how long have you been an Uber driver?"
"Since my second year, it helps with groceries."
"Oh, well that's cool. Has anyone ever liked you before? Showed you their boobs or their pussy?"
Zayn smiled. He didn't know how to answer the question, or he didn't know if it would help his cause.
"I did have a few girls, they were drunk and on spring break. They said they'd show me their boobs if I gave them a free ride. They used all their cash on booze, I gave in and got three pairs of breasts shown to me. It was a short drive, so I guess it was worth it," he admitted.
Maddison smiled, she imagined that she'd definitely had done the same. Showing her tits to get somewhere felt like a small price to pay. Especially if the person only had it in their memory and didn't take a photo. The fact that they would have that in the back of their mind, until they die excited her. That someone like Zayn could get married, have kids and still think about the pair of knockers some drunk chicks showed him.
"Well, maybe I'd like the same deal. Would you like to see my tits for a free ride?"
Maddison hated her breasts, however, Zayn is probably not used to getting flashed. She playfully rubbed her breasts through her cotton top. In her mind, he'd see them as the best breasts on the planet. Zayn had a few seconds of thought, he didn't want to see her tits as the ride they took was a long one. He expected the necessary thirty dollars that came at the end of it.
