There Are No Bad Girls

All characters are over eighteen years of age.

***

"So I suppose you know why you're here?" Mister Taylor asked.

Madison sneered. "No fucking clue."

"Language," the sad old cunt said in that fucking 'I'm-being-a-reasonable-adult' tone of voice he was always using. "Madison, I believe that you are in trouble."

Madison shrugged. She knew she was in trouble. She was always in trouble. Being in trouble, in her opinion, meant that you weren't being taken advantage of. When people told her that she couldn't do something, it was usually because they were trying to get her to be quiet and boring. And Madison loathed quiet and boring.

"This is about Lisa," Taylor continued in that dull, dry tone that sounded like he should be hosting a garden party. "You understand that your behavior was completely inappropriate, correct?"

Madison didn't bother to keep the rage out of her voice. "Bitch had it coming."

"And what did she do to have it coming?"

Madison shrugged again, which was clearly meant to indicate to anyone with half a brain that Lisa was stuck-up, she thought she was smarter than everyone else, she was born in East London just like Madison but she somehow managed to act like she belonged in Eton, she was a pouncy little know-it-all

twat

and Madison hated her. "Dunno," she said for clarity's sake.

Taylor sighed. The old man was old- he was probably eighty or something, although Madison had heard he was just a little past fifty- and this was probably bad for his heart. He clasped his fingers to the bridge of his nose and let out a short, sharp breath. "You know, this enmity you've cultivated with her over the years is of absolutely no practical value. I had thought, what with your final school year upon you-"

"You're only upset because she's a teacher's pet." Madison thought briefly about suggesting that she was sucking him off after class as well but decided against it; see, she could be classy too, couldn't she? Besides, the old man probably didn't have any juice left in him. "That's, like, favoritism."

"If you are suggesting that Lisa does not get in trouble because, unlike you, she actually commits herself to her work, does not disrupt the class and does not- as with the particular instance that has led you to my door- physically attacked another student over an entirely perceived slight-"

"I caught her smirking at me!"

"Quite." The man sighed again. "You are quite vexing, you know that?" Madison grinned as he kept on talking. "You're smart. I've seen the sort of grades you got until you fell in with your current crowd. There's quite a sharp brain in your skull, rotting away without the correct inducement to greatness. You could get just as good grades as Lisa, I believe. Every bit as good."

Madison's laugh- short, sharp and decisive- was all the comeback she felt he deserved.

"Alright," said the old man. "I didn't want to do this but... Madison, you attacked a fellow student. You nearly attacked a teacher. I could have- I

should

- put you on probation not a few weeks after the semester has started."

"So?"

"So I estimate that it will take you a month or two before you get expelled. Expelled!" The man really had a look on his face like he

cared

. "Madison, I want to make you an offer."

Oh. Wow. She didn't think the old fucker had it in him. She folded her arms, ready to take everything he said back to the principal. "Go on."

"It's my belief that every student deserves an opportunity. To do the best that they can. Do impress not only their teachers and parents but themselves."

"What, even me?"

He shook his head. "You aren't a bad girl. Truth be told... I believe that there

are

no bad girls- just good girls that have lost their way. I want you go start a special program. It's very exclusive- only one other of my students is currently on it. I call it the Treatment."

Okay, she wasn't being threatened with sex, it was something even grosser-

extra work

. "What the fuck sort of boring-ass work do I got to do?"

"Watch an inspirational video."

"That's all?"

The old man looked nervous for some reason. "That's all. Just... watch the video and then apply it to your studies."

"What sort of video?"

"As I said- an inspirational one. It's a... pet project of mine, you see. Something I worked on long ago..." He looked distant, like he'd forgotten his meds or something. "An old, unfinished project."

"How long will-"

"Fifteen minutes. You can watch it with me after school. Do this and I will not report you to the headmaster."

"I swear to god, if this is just you getting me to watch your homemade porno..."

"Just try it. Try it and see for yourself if you want to be a good girl."

***

The screen flickered and died. Madison blinked. "What the fuck was that?"

"It's very experimental..."

"It's very stupid." A bunch of wild colors and clashing patterns, all the while someone mumbled in the background in a voice so low that Madison couldn't even make it out. "What a pile of shit."

Taylor's big, bushy eyebrows knitted together but he did not rise to the bait. "Well, I suppose we will see if it has an effect. I expect that we will see some results relatively shortly. I would ask that you don't discuss the particulars of the program with anyone- is that understood?"

"Sure," Madison muttered, already ready to tell everyone what a fucking weirdo her teacher was. She grabbed her bag. "We done?"

"Yes," said Taylor. "You can go now-"

"Fine."

"Remember, there are no bad-."

"Oh

fuck off

."

Madison kicked her way through the fallen leaves, her hands shoved into her pockets. She reached her door and opened up.

The cripple sat on the couch, scowling as he watched the footy. He looked up at her. "You're late. What'd you do?"

"Didn't do shit." She walked past him and into the kitchen, where mom was cooking. "What's for dinner?"

Mom turned to her. "You can say hello to Dan and I."

"The unemployed cripple isn't my dad."

"He's trying."

He's dead weight.

"What's for dinner?"

"Chicken." Mum paused. "What's this I hear about this you getting in trouble again?"

Madison soured. Looks like a fight was happening, whether or not she wanted it. "It's nothing."

"I heard you've been bullying Lisa again. Remember when you used to be friends?"

"That was years ago. Anyway, she's a cunt."

"Madison. We talked about this."

No, you yelled and then the fuckwit on the couch tried to act like he was the man of the house and I told him to get fucked.

But she was already tired and off-balance from Taylor's bullshit. "I'm not in trouble. I made a deal. Do some special classes, that sort of thing."

Mum glowered, her suspicion plain. "Alright. This special class involve homework?"

Madison sighed and left the kitchen. She walked up her stairs and slammed the door to her bedroom. Dumping her bag on the door, she slumped on the bed.

Fuck the cripple. Fuck Mum. Fuck Lisa. Fuck Taylor.

She groaned and reached for her phone before typing out a message.

Bored.

Fuckboi Tom: So send me nudes.

She laughed as she stripped out of her uniform. She had good tits, she knew. Of course, Tom didn't care about much more than her tits but she didn't really care about much more than his cock and his ability to sneak her into clubs so that was fair enough. She glowered into the screen as she took her shots before dumping the phone onto the floor. She put on her shirt, wondering if she could get the cripple in trouble by getting him to see her topless somehow. Nah. Mum would probably see through it.

She sighed and lay back on the bed. Her gaze flitted around the room until it rested on her schoolbag. Sighing, she reached in and pulled out her notes. She'd get some homework out of the way, if only to get everyone off her back.

It was an annoyance. It had been Mum's idea to keep on pushing on to Sixth Form; Mum's constant nagging that she keep attending school long after she should have left. She probably had some stupid idea about Madison going to Uni or something. She opened up her notebook and found the most recent homework. A history quiz- she'd only picked history because it seemed like the easiest choice. Fucking fool she turned out to be.

She sat down and pulled out her e-cig. Took a hit and began to type and then-

***

"-Madison?"

"Wha?" Madison blinked. "What?"

"Are you coming down for dinner?" Mum's voice from downstairs had that tone that she used when she'd been yelling for ages.

Madison blinked and looked around her. "What the fuck?"

"Dinner? Chicken? You remember?"

"Right." She snapped her notebook shut and got up.

And then sat down.

She felt weird. No, fuck that. Her limbs ached and her head felt... heavy, like she'd been watching too much TV. Her eyes were dry and there was a patina of drool on her chin. And between her legs...

Between her legs something hot and hungry throbbed. She didn't feel like she'd been studying. She felt like she'd been making out with Tom for two hours. Blinking, she shoved her hand down into her pants. She was wet- sopping wet, wet enough to stain her panties. She took off her leggings and changed before running downstairs.

"How was study?" Mum asked.

Madison gave the question a lot of thought. Then she scowled.

"Different."

***

Madison stormed through the schools, hands balled into fists. She shoved her way past the nerds and losers and posers and idiots until she burst into Taylor's homeroom. "What the fuck did you do?"

She turned. Lisa- that dark-skinned fat bitch- was there. Madison showed her teeth and the girl glowered back. Typical. She damn well knew that if a teacher hadn't been there Madsion would already have her crying. Taylor, the old fuck, merely blinked at her in that slow way that he probably thought made it look like he was pondering important stuff but really just made him look like he was senile.

"Ah. Dear Miss Haliwell. I assume your study routine last night was... invigorating?"

"That's one fucking word for it." Madison rounded on him. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Me.?"

"Nothing you did not agree to."

"I didn't-" Madison turned to glare at Lisa. "Fuck off, Lisa. This doesn't concern you."

But the stupid dork's eyes were wide and she rounded on Taylor. "You gave her the

Treatment?

"

Madison blinked. "Wait, you gave

her

the Treatment?"

Taylor sighed. "You are both correct."

Lisa looked like she'd been slapped. "You- why would you do that? Give this, this..." she turned to stare daggers at Madison, "this bi- this

delinquent

the Treatment?"

Taylor raised one eyebrow. "Think of it as an experiment. We've already seen the effects on the Treatment on an exemplary student. Now let's see the effect on one who is... struggling."

Lisa went pale. "I thought I was- I thought I was your

good girl.

"

Something dark flickered behind Taylor's eyes. "I've told you many, many times, Lisa. There

are

no bad girls. Just good girls who need a helping hand."

Lisa stared at Madison. Her eyelid twitched; her chubby arms trembled. Then she picked up her bag and walked out. "Fine."

Madison watched the girl walk out. Then she turned back to Taylor. "Listen, whatever weird little pedo games-"

"Miss Bankole is eighteen years of age," said Taylor solemnly, "as are you. At any rate, our relationship is strictly professional."

Madison laughed. "Yeah, no. I know what a girl being cheated on looks like."

"I shall not ask how you know this. But I presume that you experienced the Treatment's effects on your studying routine?"

"You mean that I get fucking horny when I study? Yeah, I picked up on that!"

"You might wish to moderate your voice when discussing such matters. Tell me, what else have you discovered?"

"What do you mean, what else? You mean there's more?"

"Quite a lot more. But I believe it would be more educational if you learn it on your own. Now if you don't mind, I have a class to prepare for..."

Madison whirled and ran out of the room.

"Hey!"

Lisa turned. She was still shaking, Madison realized, her big wobbly body trembling. "What the hell do you want?"

"What else happens? What else does the Treatment do?"

Lisa paused. "You don't know?" She nodded to herself. A new expression- decidedly less miserable- crossed her face. "Oh, wow. You don't know." Her mouth twitched upwards. "You know what? This might not be that bad."

Madison stepped up until she was nose to nose. She was taller than Lisa and if the girl was heavier than her it was all blubber. The stupid nerd's eyes narrowed but she did not step back. "What. Else?"

Lisa crossed her arms. "I didn't get told. Part of the Treatment is working it out yourself. All I'll say is this- it's only for

good girls

, and no matter what Taylor says," her sneer swelled until it seemed to envelop her face, "You will never be a good girl."

With that she turned and walked away, braids bouncing.

***

Madison blinked awake.

She stared at the homework in front of her. Then she checked the clock.

Three hours.

Three fucking hours

, she'd lost herself in her fucking maths homework. She shut her notebook and got up.

Her cunt was on fire. Fuck that, her body was on fire but her cunt was a blazing star of need. She got onto the bed and stripped off her clothes and underwear. Grinning, she spread her legs and let her fingers run along the edges of her pussy lips. She moaned as the pleasure came quick and fast and swift.

"You know what?" she muttered as she reached up to squeeze her tits, "this isn't so bad. Nerdy as shit but kind of fun. If Taylor wants me to study, this sure as shit isn't the worst thing."

Madison lay naked on the bed. Sweat sprung up from her pores as she bit back moans. She took it slow at first, her fingers circling around the edges of her pussy lips before sliding in to explore the inside.

She thought back to Tom; Tom, with his hard muscles and tattoos and his nice, big cock. She closed her eyes and remembered the time he'd had her, pinning her against a tree, using his big rough hands to get her hot and bothered and wet before he finally pulled her panties down and, without even asking, slid into her. She still remembered the friction as he thrust, the way he seemed to hold her down, the sensation of being trapped and yet safe at the same time.

Enough of this teasing. She pinched her nipples, each sharp motion sending a jolt of sensation into her brain; pain and pleasure twisting and mixing until she couldn't tell- didn't want to tell- which was which. Her other hand buried itself deep into her cunt, rubbing hard against her G-spot, that sweet, glorious spot that sent her into thrashing spasms of pleasure that reached higher and higher, a tidal wave of desire that rose and rose and rose and-

And rose-

And rose-

Her cunt was blazing and wet at the same time, her body trembling with her exertions, straining and straining but unable to push beyond; her lust twisting and writhing like a caged beast, slamming against walls that did not crack or shatter. Her fingers were a blur, her mouth a grunting, panting, drooling mess but nothing came out.

It was a full hour before she rose, stinking of sweat and lust, from her bed. She got up. She grabbed her pillow and pressed it against her face.

Then she screamed with rage for five solid minutes.

***

"Babe?"

Madison glared from atop her perch on Tom's lap. She simmered with rage while her pussy boiled with need. "What?"

"Why the fuck you keep staring at the loser crowd?" Madison turned back to Tom. He big, rugged face bore into her own. "You've been at it all lunch."

Tanya spoke up next to them, her long, dark hair framing her heart-shaped face. "Fuck, let me guess. Lisa? What's the cunt done now?"

Madison shrugged. "She knows something." She turned back to stare at the fat black girl. Lisa ate her lunch with a bunch of other losers. Fat kids and spastics and skinny guys that liked anime and other stupid shit. Each and every one of them the sort who thought they were smart but would probably wet their pants when real life- life outside of the school- came calling. A bunch of slugs and worms and insects who thought they were geniuses.

Lisa's crowd, of course.

Tom frowned, thinking. Madison was too kind to point out that it looked like it took him a lot of effort. "What sort of stuff?"

"Nothing," said Madison, looking away.

"You sure you're not a dyke?" asked Tanya. Her best friend sneered at her. "You keep looking at her like you're in love."

"Fuck off," Madison said without much force. Tanya's sniping was the sort of background noise she'd long grown accustomed to over the years. "The bitch is keeping something from me."

"Want me to go over?" Tom said, as though kicking Lisa around was any sort of heroic effort.

"Nah," said Madison. She rose from Tom's lap. "Gimme a second." She walked over to the pack of retards and fuckwits that Lisa called friends. "Hey. You. We need to talk."

Lisa looked up at Madison. A boy so skinny he looked like a bundle of twigs moved like he was going to fight for her honor or something but she waved him off. She walked off a little distance away while Madison stalked behind her.

"So," said Lisa, "Having fun?"

"I can't cum," Madison hissed.

"Yeah," Lisa's shrugged. "This must be so hard for you."

Madison folded her arms. "You're being really fucking smug about this. Didn't you go through the same thing? I mean, I bet your frigid ass doesn't even know

how

to cum but you're telling me that you don't fucking care? That creep stole our orgasms. Why aren't you angry?"

Lisa nodded. "Two reasons. Actually, three. First. Just because I'm not a super-skank like you, doesn't mean that I don't know how to have fun-"

"Stop. I do not want to know whatever sad geeky shit that you think is sexy. Do you have one of those body pillow things?"

"Second. I can actually focus on things other than sex. You know, like a career or my studies and stuff."

"Because you're a sad little geek."

"Thirdly..." Lisa cocked her head. "Who said I can't have orgasms?"

Madison took a long, deep breath. Then she said, "How?"

"That's for you to figure out." Lisa laughed and then walked away. "Here's a hint- you'll never manage it."

***

Madison lay on the bed with her ass in the air. Her tits were pressed against the rough bedcovers and her eyes screwed shut.

Tom's cock plunged deep into her cunt, a big, long, hard rod of that tore into her hot, hungry pussy. She'd come back to his place after school; Tom's dad was the sort of bluff, manly guy who had absolutely zero issue with his son sowing his oats with all manner of local sluts so long as he didn't get them pregnant. The heat between her legs had made her needy as fuck and she'd been all over him on the train home, giving the whole carriage a show as she pressed against him and whispered hot things into his ear.

They'd stumbled right past his dad, his hands on her ass while the old man leered. In the end he'd just picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Tom was loud and dumb and had slapped her once but he had good hands and a great tongue and an

amazing

cock and he applied them on her steaming pussy one after the other. Ten minutes after they'd started she was precisely where she wanted to be; ass in the air, his cock pounding her in a brutal rhythm that rubbed against her G-spot with violent force.

It was glorious, it was perfect, it was hot as shit and he was doing everything right and fuck it fuck it fuck it she

still wasn't cumming fuck fuck fuck fuck

-

And then Tom grunted and sagged, his big ass muscular body draping over her and she groaned. She wiggled her ass until he pulled out.