Planning to Brea Her

"How is this supposed to work?" Nolan asked.

Nolan was a white, pasty, bald guy. He had made a reputation for himself as the team enforcer. He had piercing eyes and an aura that most would find intimidating. He wasn't very tall, standing about 5 foot 7 in shoes. However, his gravelly voice had a way of making those around him tremble, especially when he raised it.

"She's expecting to meet up with Connor, so I booked a motel. Here are the keys. You guys go over there and chill. Try not to make a mess. I'll bring her along later and she'll probably be a bit tipsy by then. I'll blindfold her, tie her up, and then we'll each take turns. By the time she realises what's going on, she'll be too horny to stop it."

Becky had laid the plans out. It was up to the boys to execute them. They looked around at each other, each scratching their heads, unsure of the elaborate scheme.

Dave spoke up. "Becky, I'm not sure we're okay with this. This kinda sounds like rape. If she's drunk, she won't be able to give consent."

Becky stood up. Although she was small compared to the four men in front of her, the sway of her large breasts, held up by her top, caught their attention.

"Guys, you need to grow some balls. This girl played you. May I remind you that she regularly pretends to be into you just to get free tickets? Then she lies and makes excuses like she's interested in you. All because she likes feeding her ego. We need to show her who's boss. You're men, aren't you?"

"Oh, fuck yeah! This bitch has no idea what's coming," Nolan yelled, already on board.

Dave raised his eyebrows. He usually had the most level head. As the team captain and quarterback, he often acted as the voice of reason.

"Guys, this could be a trap," he said, silencing the jeers. "We all know the girls here think we're a bunch of scumbags. Maybe Becky wants to take us down a peg. She's smart, an honour student. Maybe beneath all those good grades, she's a conniving little bitch who wants to get us into trouble."

Dave stood and walked over to Becky. He got so close that her breasts pressed against him.

"You really think we'll just fuck whatever bitch you tell us to like a pack of dogs?" Dave asked.

"Bro, it's not like that," Connor said, placing an arm between them.

"You stay out of this. I'm the one who has to deal with you skipping practice because this bitch broke your heart," Dave countered.

Dave was Connor's best friend. He was someone Connor relied on when he felt low. They went way back and had dreamed of playing in the NFL together their whole lives. Their relationship was so close that they were often considered the dynamic duo of the college football team's offence.

Dave didn't trust Becky, and he never had. He never understood why a prominent student like Becky would date Connor. Connor wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and Dave often had to protect him from manipulative girls who might exploit his wealthy future. While Dave had reservations about Becky, he knew Maddison was even worse. He had done everything he could to keep her away from Connor, even sleeping with her to make it seem as though Connor wasn't worth her time. Despite his efforts, Maddison had managed to seduce Connor one drunken night at the bar.

Dave occasionally dreamt of Maddison himself, reminiscing about her in his moments of weakness. It was hard to ignore that she was such a hottie, an incredibly sexy girl with looks that could kill. Dave was himself, attractive in his own way, his individuality made him mysterious and alluring. His short dark brown hair and slim, muscular build set him apart from the gym-obsessed players on the team. He often came across as smarter, too.

Becky had assumed it would be easy and that the boys would agree. She had managed to convince Connor, who never refused her anything. That was part of what drove her to seek revenge: he would sacrifice himself for her, but she couldn't do the same for him. It wasn't in her nature, and it killed her. Her insecurities haunted her, growing exponentially since high school. Surrounded by girls she deemed prettier than her, Becky feared Connor would leave her for one of them. She didn't believe in their love as much as he did, and it showed. Breaking his heart had driven him straight into Maddison's arms.

Becky wouldn't back down. She wanted to send a message. Karma's a bitch, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"Listen, Dave, Mr Superstar QB," Becky began. "I know I hurt Connor. You don't have to remind me -- I'll always regret it. God has decided to punish me by having my boyfriend sleep with the most awful person on the planet. If I wanted to take down the team, why would I implicate Connor too? I'm not heartless." she argued.

"I don't know? Maybe you see him as a weak link? Maybe this is double revenge? Either way, it smells fishy. I thought Connor called us here to properly get over you. To truly move on from whatever fake love you claim you had. Seeing her here, I can see she's still got her claws wrapped around your heart, Con. And now, it feels like you're trying to kill two birds with one stone."

"I know you don't trust me after what happened, and I understand. But I love Connor, and we're doing this with or without your help. Maybe I'll hire some thugs instead. I just wanted this to be fun for you guys. To make it up to my boyfriend and regain your trust. So, how can I make you trust me? What do I have to do?"

"Alright, let's make a deal," Dave proposed. "We'll join if you join."

"Bro!" Connor objected.

"No, you've got to admit she needs to earn our trust. We all go there and hide in the bathroom. When things start, she gets naked and joins in. If she's involved, she's just as culpable."

"You can't, Davy come on. You know she can't do that," Connor argued, but Dave stood firm.

Becky was visibly shaken. She had never imagined herself as the focus of attention. Her deep insecurities made the suggestion unbearable.

Connor approached Dave, determined to change his mind. "Bro, come on. That's not fair. She said she was sorry."

"I'll do it!" Becky blurted out, covering her mouth and blushing uncontrollably. Her glasses fogged up, and sweat dripped from her brow. She barely understood what she had just agreed to, and her mind was spinning.

"What?" Connor said, in shock.

He didn't notice her hard nipples poking through her top or her flushed cheeks. The fact she was hyperventilating or the burning heat coming from between her legs. She was already daydreaming about the experience but snapped back to reality when Connor spoke again.

"Babe, you don't have to. We can find another way," Connor said, concerned for her safety and unwilling to share her.

"Yes. It's just one night. If I'm uncomfortable, you'll be the first to know," Becky said, holding his hands. "You trust me, right? If you let me do this, they'll trust me too. I'm sure you and Dave have always wanted to bang a cute girl," she added with a smile.

"Then it's settled," Dave said. "Let's get going."

The boys celebrated.

Maddison's house

Maddison looked cute in her boots. It had drizzled some time before she arrived. So, she needed something warm for her feet. Otherwise, her outfit for her date with Connor didn't seem concerned with the weather. When Connor arrived, she noticed he was dressed rather well for what she thought was an atypical hangout. At least, that's what the text suggested.

Maddison herself wore a skimpy yellow skirt and a black bustier. On the way there, the car had a suspicious silence. Connor was too scared to talk because he thought he'd accidentally expose the plan. So, he sat quietly as they drove to a nearby diner.

Maddison did wonder why Connor had kept his distance, and the answer to that question pressed at her. However, the fact Connor wore a rather snazzy suit jacket led her to believe that he'd just needed time to process and move on. She considered how lucky she'd be to find a hot new boyfriend from what started as revenge due to her envy.

Finally, the silence was broken by their arrival. "We're here," Connor announced. He quickly jumped out and opened the door for her. She elegantly stepped out, her hair and hips swayed as they strutted side by side.

The diner was rather fancy which made Maddison glee. She was surprised and happy that it had a bar at the back because she wanted to get a little bit drunk. It doubled as a place to grill, which made it all the more fancy. Maddison was adamant that Connor was about to propose they become an item given the place wasn't cheap, not that the college athlete couldn't afford it.

"Over here, there's our reservation," Connor guided her to a secluded table where he pulled her chair for her. By the time they sat down, Maddison was already feeling warm and the cold night had nothing on the heat between her legs. The warmth she felt was palpable. She was used to the bare minimum from the guys she met. A snack or takeout from one of the more unhealthy restaurants. Sometimes they'd bring her food or pay for her lifts. No man ever treated her so gentlemanly, and she knew that sexually Connor would know how to bring her to the peak of climax.

"All this for me, Connor? Why do I get the feeling you want to make a wife out of me?" Maddison said with a smirk. It wasn't in her nature to be with one man. She struggled to stay with one guy because, to her, variety was too tempting to resist.

She loved men and dicks of all colours and shapes. Maybe not all sizes, but she definitely appreciated the monsters as well as the more standard-sized ones. She loved the different personalities. The driver from earlier, Zayn, was clearly a sweetheart. He was also pretty smart by her own standards; she liked that such a guy was weak to her charms.

Unable to resist the pretty girl's seductions. Maddison thought she had the most amazing power ever which was the ability to bend men to her whims. Even men who were several IQ points higher, men several pounds of muscle stronger, men who were of a far stronger will than her. She most certainly used her powers for nefarious purposes, and she had no clue that she was being set up. Connor remained rather straight-faced and silent. Luckily, Maddison's smile kept him at ease. It allowed him to breathe, knowing full well she was enjoying herself.

The waiter, Carrie, knew Maddison all too well. She'd experienced her full wrath when she dared to talk to one of Maddison's potential one-night stands. Carrie was a stunner. She had natural red hair that flowed down her back, well-tanned skin, and a figure that Maddison would die for. Even though Maddison had a curvy body and fuller chest, even though she had more of the boys' eyes, any threats were to be dealt with extreme prejudice. She made it her mission to ruin Carrie's high school life by spreading rumors and having followers promote the allegations on social media.

Mostly comments about how she uses drugs to keep her form, when in reality, Carrie's diet and exercise routine was to thank. She found it easy to maintain her weight using that method. That didn't matter to Maddison who had done a good enough job to break her mental health. Therapy was needed, and to help their daughter, Carrie's parents decided that instead of going to college, it would be better to get a part-time job as a waiter.

She was lucky to find such a well-paying job at such a young age. Seeing Maddison almost made Carrie double-take in an attempt not to go serve a table. She calmed herself down, because she knew that she couldn't let her control her life forever. She approached them and took their orders but was shocked that Maddison didn't even notice her. It did give her a sigh of relief that Maddison didn't test her resolve, and it allowed her to take their orders. She maintained her professionalism outwardly, showing no sign of the disgust she felt inside. Especially considering that Maddison was sitting opposite a hunk in Connor. When Carrie left, Maddison was already pressed to know why Connor had brought her there.

"You're going to have to tell me what you want, you know you could have my body whenever you want a baby. So be honest, you want to make me your boo."

Connor realised rather late that Maddison really believed that he planned to make them an exclusive relationship. He knew that such a proposition would come with demands. He played along, inviting it because he knew that by the end the girl would have nothing more to demand. Instead she'd be meeting his demands.

"What exactly do I need to do to convince you to say yes, aside from bringing you to this fancy place?" Maddison blushed and grinned. Connor had given her power, and there were few things she loved more than having it.

"Oh, well, I like gifts. I mean, girls have got to have an allowance. Don't you agree?"

Connor nodded. "What else?"

"I know you want something exclusive, but I don't think I can do that for now. I'm only nineteen, you see, and I need to get some experience so that I can please you," she said sensually.

Maddison leaned back, having already removed her foot from the shoe. The soles found Connor's crotch and looked to tease him. Clearly trying to entice him into a deal that favours her. She started stroking his slowly hardening dick while smiling seductively at Connor.

"What do you mean," Connor groaned.

"I want to see other people, but I

don't

want you seeing other girls."

Connor hadn't ever had a girl tease his cock with her feet before, it was an extraordinary sensation. He couldn't process her request, not that it mattered. He found it insulting and typical that he wanted to cuckold him. Have him date attached to her while he fucks other guys. The idea he had to stay loyal to her cheating ass was a joke and he wasn't dumb enough to fall for it. It renewed his determination to make her pay for her narcissistic attitude. Connor played along, pretending to be too enchanted by her soft feet stroking his hard cock.

"Ahh whatever you want," he moaned.

"Awesome, you like my footwork. I tend to be pretty good with my feet and I'm much better with my hands and mouth. As you know, I'm sure that's what got you to dump that dumb bitch Becky for me. Although it's her loss right?"

Connor had to focus just to not immediately lose his temper. He let her tease him, and while he was partially pretending. Some of it was him just enjoying the feeling. Maddison found herself still well and truly wet from the effort she'd made. It somewhat surprised her how much she liked treating Connor that way, the remnants of the mind blowing fuck session they had. She seemed to be engrossed in making him cum with just her foot, without even considering if she'd get anything from it.

Carrie almost dropped their food before arriving, having noticed Connor fidgeting while Maddison was clearly shifting her foot around under the table. It made her mad that she was so cavalier in her attitude at the restaurant she worked at. Maybe once in a blue moon she had dreams of doing that to a girl, but because it was her school bully. Enjoying life, while she served her. It could only be expressed passively.

"Ahem!" She coughed, in a clear attempt to stop their naughty behaviour.

She served them with a smile, Maddison still not noticing that she knew her. It definitely had a small moment of clarity when Carrie winked at Connor. The hospitality made her insecure, and she shooed Carrie away so that they could eat in peace. Carrie's wink was to at least add some dirt to the picnic before she quickly left. She was already sick of the bratty teen and hoped the night ends soon so she can go home to her girlfriend.

Maddison loved food, almost as much as she loved sex. She munched like an animal, even out-doing Connor who still had the thoughts of Maddison's feet in his head. They'd gotten stuck there and never left, he knew he'd have to take advantage of it later. They talked as they ate, mainly Maddison asking about Connor's personal life.

It softened her a bit, in Connor's eyes. Becky wasn't ever that curious about football life or practice. Unlike her, Maddison simply hated awkward silences and would rather ask random questions than listen to the cool night atmosphere. It was strange, but somewhat true that she found Connor's life interesting, mainly the potential celebrity that may come with it in the future. That's another thing she was envious of, that she didn't want to admit to herself. That Connor being in a committed and rather faithful relationship with Becky when he could have any girl he wanted.

It annoyed her that Becky of all people could bag such a hot guy, not to mention the breast size difference. So the fact she was there with him, motivated her to be a bit more wife-like. It went against her normal attitude behaviour, but it showed a capacity to change. She learned some fascinating things about Connor. He loves animals, he dislikes the government and mostly how he was loyal to friend Dave or anyone he deems worthy of his love.

When they finished, they actually kept talking. Connor found himself shocked that Maddison was so good at listening, that he even forgot he planned to gangbang her with his friends later. A text on his phone from Dave, asking what was keeping him.

"Oh shit!"

"What?" Maddison asked

"We need to go, I booked us a night at a motel," he explained before quickly paying for the meal.

Maddison knew what that meant, she'd prepared for it. It felt good, she felt it was right. Maybe she didn't need to be with other guys, if Connor kept it up. She'd ride his dick all night, every night. He treated her so well, by her account that date was the best date she'd ever been on. He deserved her pussy, he deserved to eat the creamy wet cum that seeped out of it when she was horny. To pound her silly if he needed to, to fuck her hard whenever he had to.

Motel Room

Becky had spent a couple hours cooped up with Nolan, Dave and Marcus. Nolan reminded her a lot of her war veteran father. He seemed rather well groomed, so much so it was frightening. Dave was the type of guy Becky usually had a crush on, smart, confident, capable. The leader of the wolf-pack that she often read about in her teen romance books. Yet when they weren't discussing matters, Dave seemed rather shy. If anything, Nolan and Marcus were more vocal than he was. Marcus, aside from a well groomed appearance, was brown skinned and the most average looking of all three of them.

Not necessarily noticeable, unlike the other two. The tall mysterious Dave and short boisterous Nolan. She resigned herself to ignoring them but after the first hour, Marcus engaged her. It started with tame basic questions and so forth. It's only when all three boys joined the questioning that she felt under pressure. She once again found herself the center of attention and they all wanted to know more about her school. Connor barely seemed interested. Not only that, but she noticed how they kept looking at her tits. Her nipples were hard just from the attention, and they were poking out. She didn't have a bra on, she didn't like how they squished her breasts uncomfortably. She liked how they looked at her, like she was fuckable. Like if they could, they would overwhelm her.

Dave was the one who seemed particularly interested in her as he knew a lot about biochemical engineering. That was the major she wanted to take, he seemed to have his own thoughts as well. Soon the questions naturally got naughtier, they started asking about human anatomy. Mainly how men and women could enhance their sex lives using genetics.

"Do you think, perhaps, if men could experience sensitivity in our nipples it would make sex more enjoyable?"

"You know Dave, you ask a lot of weird questions. Isn't sex already enjoyable?" Becky retorted.