"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.
