There Are No Bad Girls Pt 04

The room sweltered in the summer heat.

The windows were wide open, a clear invitation for any wandering mosquitoes to come in and feast. A fan dutifully did the rounds, swiveling back and forth in a slow semi-circle, clunking and whirring as it went.

It did little to prevent the two bodies grappling on the bed from sweating as they made out.

This was no frenzied bout of kisses, no adolescent tongue-wrestling. Each kiss was slow- agonizingly slow, an exercise in the careful placement of lip upon lip. Each kiss was accompanied by the gentle passage of hands over bodies; fingers carefully probing, slithering underneath clothes and over skin; incremental orbits across flesh that grew more sweat-slick with each passage.

It was a makeout session that was agonizingly restrained performed by two people with a very special relationship with agonized restraint.

Madison whimpered as Lisa pulled away. The voluptuous dark-skinned girl eased her lips from her face and paused as though considering the panting, blonde-haired pale girl.

Then she raised her hand and slapped her.

Madison growled under her breath and grinned. "Bitch."

"Slut."

"Nerd."

"Annoying bullying little delinquent. You ought to be caned."

"Fuck, threaten a girl with a good time, why don't you." Madison slid out from underneath Lisa and got up, straightening out her clothes.

"Maybe next time." Lisa rose from her bed and walked over to the desk. "Alright. Study break done with."

Madison plopped herself back down on the bed, squirming as she did. "Jesus. It's worse when we're together, do you notice?"

Lisa chuckled. "Well. You know how to cure that..."

"My ass is still purple from last time." Madison wriggled on the bed, aware of the way the other girl's eyes followed movements with hunger. "And my boobs..."

"Is it too much?"

"No. No, it's just enough," Madison smirked.

"But we still can't do it too much," said Lisa.

"No," Madison said. "So no pain stuff tonight."

"Okay."

"No forcing me to beg you to use the ruler on my ass."

"Right."

"Or make me lick your feet like you did that time."

"R-right."

"Or use the butt plug to-"

Lisa took in a deep breath. "Stop that shit right

now

, Madison Haliwell."

"Yes Ma'am," Madison said in her best little girl voice.

Lisa groaned. "Fuck. You are the worst study partner ever."

"You want to get another one? One of your pasty little geek boys?"

"Hey, they're good guys."

"Maybe," said Madison. She got up and straddled Lisa, staring deep into the other girl's eyes. She bent down and gently kissed her nose. "But none of them are as freaky as me, are they?"

Lisa's eyes softened in a way that made Madison's heart flutter for a heartbeat. "We better get back to studying before my mum comes up again."

"Right." Madison untangled herself and sat down on the bed. She bit her lip as she opened up her math work, one hand moving to slide between her legs.

"None of that," said Lisa. "You aren't allowed to touch yourself. Not without my permission."

Madison groaned as she sat up. "Who made you such a slavedriver?"

"The same person who made you such a hopeless secret bottom." Lisa chuckled. She turned back to her computer. "Now I want to see your nose in that notebook for the next forty-five minutes or else you don't get your treat."

"Fuck you."

"Language."

"Fudge you, Ma'am."

***

Madison walked back home with a grin that threatened to split her face in half. She opened the door and stepped in. "Hey." Mum and Dan pulled away from each other on the couch and she chuckled. "See that you two didn't miss me much."

"How was your study session?" asked Mum.

"Productive." She paused at the foot of the stairs and glanced in Dan's direction. "How's the back?"

"Better. Loads better. Things have been good all over." He glanced at Mum; Mum glanced at Dan. Dan opened his mouth to say something but Mum shooshed him up. Madison gave them all of five seconds to stop being so weird before rolling her eyes and heading upstairs.

She got to her bedroom and collapsed on the floor. She took stock of herself. Head: Aching with knowledge. Lips: Chafed. Ass: A mass of purple bruises. Cunt: A white-hot churning mass of desperate need that was guaranteed to give her a sleepless night, hands clenched into fists as her rubbed her thighs together in sweet, sweet agony...

She sighed and lay back on the bed. If someone had told her a year ago that she'd be bottoming for Lisa Bankole, she'd... well, she'd probably do something fucking nasty.

Her phone chimed. She got up and checked her phone, a smile on her face-

A smile that vanished when she read the call request. She grunted and thumbed the approve icon. A moment later, Tanya's voice murmured in her ear.

"Hey there, dumb slut."

"Bitch."

A chuckle. "You really ought to be more grateful. I mean, I'm just giving you what you want, aren't I? Because you're a worthless little cunt who'll do anything she's told just to get some dick."

"I'm doing this because you have those photos-"

"Shhh, little cunt. What photos? No idea what you're talking about. Anyway, get your ass over here now."

"It's late."

"Fuck you, you really turned into a dumb preppy bitch, didn't you? Get your stupid ass over here." The phone clicked silent.

There was a knock at the door. Madison got up and opened it. Mum was on the other side. "Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Mum stood over her. Her hands were clasped together. "Hello." She glanced around. "So."

"So."

"We're getting married," Mum announced in a tumbling burst. "Me and Dan."

"Okay." Madison paused, prodding at the idea like a sore tooth that had finally stopped aching. "Good."

"Good?"

"I'm happy for you." She was shocked at the fact that the statement wasn't a lie.

"Okay." Mum shushed over and she sat down on the bed. "We were thinking something soon. Something simple you. A nice registry and then just-"

"No."

"Listen, I know you've had your problems with him-"

"No, don't make it small," Madison said. "I mean, f- fraggle that."

"Fraggle?"

"Shut up. Look, we should do something a bit fancier than sitting in an office signing forms."

"Honey, you know money's tight-"

"What about a garden party? You know, clear out the back, throw up some arches and sh-stuff, and put out some chairs?"

"The garden's a mess."

"It's called cleaning."

Mum raised her eyebrow. "I thought you didn't know that word."

"It's fine. I can do the weeding and stuff." Especially if she got to borrow Lisa's vibe bullet while she worked- maybe some nipple clamps. Her in her shorts and a tight top, sweating and whimpering while she bent over... maybe if there was some way for Lisa to control the vibe? Fuck. Suddenly she wanted Mum to fuck off so she could call her up and share her idea with her.

"-Just so happy."

"What?" Madison dragged herself away from the images of remote-controlled torment to focus on Mum's voice.

"I used to worry about you. I mean, really worry about you all the time. I was worried you'd end up like your Uncle James- off in prison! I'm sorry, Maddie. I'm sorry, it's just... you went and you got into so much trouble and I couldn't help but think of him. And then you started this new study course and your grades, they shot up and you're friends with Lisa again... are you alright?"

"Y-yeah." Madison paused. "Hey. If I hadn't done all those things..."

"What?"

"Nothing. I mean, nothing-"

"I'll always love you," said Mum. "It's just... like I said. I feel like I can stop

worrying

now." She reached across and hugged her. "I'm proud of you." She got up and walked off.

Madison sat on the bed. She wiped something away from her eye. Her phone dinged.

She stared at the picture Tanya had sent. Madison on a couch. She was naked, her eyes glazed over. Two hulking men loomed over her, their hands on her body. The angle was bad but there was no mistaking what they were doing to her.

Tanya: Where are you, you dumb bitch? Do you want me to send this to your slag mum?

Madison sighed and rose from her bed.

***

"Dumb cunt!" Tanya was naked. Madison had to admit that, now that she was fully up to speed with her bisexuality, Tanya wasn't actually that hot. Sure she had the nice big tits and the tattoo on her groin- FUCK YOU spelt out in big bold letters right above her shaved pussy- was nice but she ruined the whole thing by being

terrible

at being mean.

It was funny. A year ago Madison would have been laughing at Tanya's abuse- well, if the abuse had been aimed at someone else. She'd be right there alongside her. But after months with Lisa, around her soft-spoken dominance, the way she could make her shiver with a raised word...

Dealing with Tanya was like dealing with a child. A big, stupid, bullying child who honestly thought yelling insults equaled being threatening.

"Dumb cunt," came an echo from the bed. Tom lay naked, his cock big and hard, a dumb grin on his face.

Tanya flashed him a smile as she giggled. "Isn't she just a dumb cunt?"

"Yeah," nodded Tom. Madison groaned theatrically as she got up from the couch. "You fuckers done yet?"

Tanya's sneer was more or less a permanent feature on her face by this point. "Aww, is the little baby getting tired? I know what. Why don't you sit there and watch? Just sit there and watch while a real woman gives your boyfriend what he wants." She giggled like she'd just had the cleverest idea in the world as she walked over to Tom. She crawled up onto his lap and, her big ass in the air, began to suck hard on his cock.

Madison sat there and pondered. On one hand if she played nice and pretended to be well and truly cucked they might end this soon. On the other hand Tanya's technique was awful and her ass in the air meant that she could see a big pimple on her left buttcheek and the urge to mention it was just

overwhelming

.

Tanya resolved the issue by abruptly turning around to squat atop Tom's groin. She grinned at Madison as she stuffed his cock into her slit. Madison managed to stifle a laugh as Tanya bounced up and down on his cock like something out of a porno. "Well? What do you think?" the girl laughed. "Look at me, fucking your boyfriend. Are you hurt, little bitch? Are you going to cry?"

If Madison wasn't struggling, if she wasn't doing everything she could to stop from bursting into laughter, she might have said that Tanya wasn't guilty of breaking her heart or breaking her spirit. Mostly what she was guilty of- apart from the sexual assault, obviously- was

bad theatre

. Lisa could do more with a raised fucking eyebrow that either of these two idiots could do with all the whips and chains in the world.

Tom came, grunting and making a little whining noise in the back of his throat. It was pretty obvious, as worked up as she was, that Tanya was nowhere close. She clambered off and sat on the foot of the bed, legs wide. "Look at that!" she cried out. "See? See your boyfriend's cum in my pussy?" She twisted as though struggling and then said, "I bet a dyke like you would want to just lick it out, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?" She flexed her inner thighs. "Go on then."

Madison rolled her eyes as she obediently crawled over to Tanya's white-weeping pussy. She began to lick, clearing away the seeping salty seed that trickled down.

"Uh- I hate this, you stupid dyke- oh! - but you deserve it, don't you?" Tanya's mouth was open and her eyes were closed so she missed Madison rolling her eyes. "'Cause you're such a horny bitch. Well, enjoy while I- ummm- while I talk- ah! - while I talk about what we're going to do to your friend."

Madison's eyes narrowed even as her tongue continued its circuit of her ex-friend's pussy.

"I make you... mmmm... make you a deal... fuck! I can release her photos or I can release yours. M-make you choose which one gets to have their lives destroyed... M-maybe I'll keep you as a stupid dyke slave... oh. Oh. OH!"

Tanya's face contorted. She grasped her tit and squeezed as her body trembled in orgasm. By the time she opened her eyes Madison's mask of rage had vanished.

"We understand each other?" Tanya cooed as she stared down at the girl kneeling between her feet.

"Yeah."

***

"So what are you going to do?" asked Jim.

"About what?" Madison turned from the shelves she'd been packing.

Jim spread his arms out wide. "Are you serious? About everything! About Lisa! About Tanya! About your mum and everything?"

"Well, with my mum? I dunno. Get made a bridesmaid. Go do the wedding."

"What about the photos? About the blackmail?"

"Oh that? I already figured out what to do about that ages ago. Don't sweat it."

"Seriously?" Jim coughed. "Alright, here's another question- school's nearly over, isn't it? You've only got a couple of weeks left, don't you?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So what are you going to do next?"

Madison blinked. "Huh?"

"You, um... you do know what you want to do after school, right?"

Madison paused. "Well- I mean- I figured I'd just get a job or something."

"But wasn't the whole point about this is that you're going to have the chance to go to uni?"

"Well this was actually all about a creepy teacher wanting to make me behave, but I guess so."

Jim rolled his eyes. "You know you have to apply early right? If you push for a late admittance you might still get in. Or apply for next semester. So what do you want to do?" He caught Madison's expression. "You um... you do know what you want to do, right?"

"Sure." Madison paused. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You know I'm like, ten years older than you, right? My engineering degree's a couple of years old."

"Right." Madison shrugged. "I should probably figure something out."

"No shit."

Madison paused. "Um."

"What?"

"You know, I usually invite you to watch me take my lunch..."

"Feeling like you're betraying someone?"

"It's not like that. We're study buddies with benefits. That's all."

"Because of your academic brainwashing."

"Because of... yeah. Remind me why I tell you about this stuff?"

"I don't know. You clearly don't have any normal friends anymore. Anyway, it's fine. You see..." he blushed. "Jasmine said yes."

"Wow, Jasmine from work? Really? So my advice worked. Huh."

"Stop sounding so shocked."

"Sorry, just... go you."

"Yeah anyway, I figure... I figure it would be a little weird, me watching you masturbate in the break room during lunch and then going on dates with her. That's the kind of thing that most girls, they don't really find cool."

"Yeah. Okay, I get that." Funny how she actually felt kind of sad about the whole thing. "Hey, keep me updated with how you two go, right?"

"Of course." He paused. "You keeping this charity job over the summer?"

"Sure." Madison paused as her phone dinged. She checked it.

Her face went dead.

"What is it?" Jim asked. "More trouble with your ex?"

"Worse," said Madison. "Lisa's Mum's found out."

***

Madison sat on the chair like she'd been pinned there.

Maybe she was. Mrs. Bankole stare was unblinking and lizard-like, two dark orbs that seemed to grip her tight. She shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden seat. Food, steaming and rich, sat in front of her.

Dinner with my Mum,

Lisa had said.

Just to sort things out

, she'd said.

She just needs to come around

, she'd said. Fuck.

"So," Mrs. Bankole continued, "how long this been going on?"

Lisa spoke up. "A little while."

"A little while."

Madison picked at the food in front of her. The dinner, spicy enough to clear her sinuses with a single whiff, brought back a thousand bittersweet memories from when she was little. She took a bite and chewed while Lisa wilted next to her. "So how'd you two get together again? Did you start being friends again with my daughter after you started

iberibe

her?"

"Mum!"

"It was a study program. We met up at the study program."

Dark eyes flickered back and forth between the two of them. "Really. You both ended up in the same study program."

Madison bristled a bit at that. "Yeah."

"Alright," Mrs Bankole said slowly. "And just like that..." She abruptly turned to Lisa and let out a stream of Igbo, long and harsh.

Lisa went red. "Mum!"

"Just, the two of you upstairs all the time and then I find this out! You could have told me you were doing... things! I have to find out late?"

"I didn't know how to tell you!"

"And with

her

of all people."

"What does that mean?"

"You know what it means-"

Madison dropped her fork. "Hey. I'm right here."

"And that is the problem-"

"Mum!" Lisa was up out of her seat, eyes blazing. "You don't-"

Madison felt something long-dormant stir inside of her. "Well, relax."

"Oh?" Miss Bankole raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You don't want me around your precious fucking daughter? Think I'm not good enough?" Madison felt herself warm up to the row. How long had it been since she'd properly let loose? She ignored the way Lisa was staring at her as she rose from the table. "Relax. This was just us messing about."

"Oh?"

That smug tone of hers kept Madison's mouth moving as her anger simmered. "Yeah. Look, you want me to leave your daughter alone, then that's fine. I wouldn't have bothered if I hadn't been-"

Lisa abruptly rose from the table. She took a second to stare at Madison, her brown eyes already filling with tears.

Madison stared at her and felt a jolt, ugly and sharp, just a second too late. "I mean-"

"Forget it." Lisa abruptly turned and fled upstairs.

"Fuck!" Madison rose to follow but Mrs Bankole's massive bulk blocked her path.

"Don't bother-"

"Fuck you," she snarled and pushed. She caught a glimpse of Lisa's Mum's shocked expression before she rushed past her. She ran up the stairs three at a time until she reached Lisa's door and opened it-

She got it halfway open until the door slammed shut on her. "Go away!"

"Hey! Look, I just-"

"You said enough," Lisa hissed. "I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry that I thought..."

"I like you."

Lisa froze. Madison kept on talking. "I like you, alright? I mean, really like you. I'm just... I'm not used to... to..." She stared at the shut door. "Fuck. I'm bad at this."

"Yeah."

"Look, I'm sorry about... I'm sorry about a lot of shit. I'm sorry I dumped you back when. I'm sorry I've been... I needed to figure out... I wish I..."

She slumped against the door. Silence- cold and bitter- reigned from the other side.

"I was a shitty friend," Madison said. "I was a bad lover, I- I'm a bad girl."

The door remained shut. Madison turned away.

She was halfway down the first step when the door opened. Lisa stood on the other side. Tear-tracks glistened like shining waterfalls down her cheeks.

"There are no bad girls," she muttered. "Just good girls who need to be shown their way."

A moment later Madison tasted her tears as she kissed her, long and hard. The two of them stumbled into her bedroom.

"I'm sorry," said Madison. "I just-"

"I want to-"

"I love-"

"I love-"

"-you," said Madison.

They stood there for a moment, their foreheads pressed against one another. Then Madison said, "I'm sorry."

"I know-"

"No," said Madison grinning, "I'm

sorry.

Want me to make it up to you?"

"Oh."

Madison moved to push the bookcase in front of the door. "So. Got any ideas?"

After a while her mum knocked on the door and yelled at them. They both ignored her.

***

Afterwards, lying in the bed together, Madison said, "Look. I guess we're together now. You know. Official."

"Mmm." Lisa lay atop her chest. "If you want to keep it a secret..."

"No," said Madison. "But it means that we got to talk."

"What about?"

"There's some stuff I need to tell you about." She paused. "Can you pull out your camera?"