The Party: Proving Ground
Maddie
Chapter 1
Maddie knew she was in the right place. Around her, the party was in full swing. Naive high schoolers sat awkwardly at the fringes, watching coeds grind and squirm in the mass of bodies writhing on the dance floor, drenched in alcohol and dripping with perspiration. In side rooms and dark corners, cash and pills changed hands, with pretty girls being whisked off to facilitate alternative payment plans.
To the untrained eye, Maddie was just another one of those pretty girls. A drink in each hand, the nineteen-year-old favoured herself something of a pocket rocket. Short, tanned, and petite, everything about her was tight, and she had no qualms using her body to get what she wanted. She had a reputation, having earned name for herself as one of Sutten College's party queens. Tonight, she wore a black pleated skirt that ended just above her knees, and a white tank top that was far too tight and cut off below her perky tits so that it hung like a curtain in front of her flat stomach. No bra, of course. With blue eyes and bleach blonde hair that fell to just above a pert little ass begging to be fucked, Maddie knew she turned heads.
Lately, however, her reputation was beginning to wane. All eyes were on the newest batch of high-school graduates. Pretty little things with doe eyes and no idea about how to please a guy (or girl).
Tonight, Maddie was going to get her name back on the board, and she knew just who would get it there. Fortunately, the man she was looking for had entered her field of vision. Unfortunately, it was as he was following a tiny brunette into a bedroom across the living room. Tall, dark-skinned, and built for pleasure, the man followed the girl into the room casually, bleeding sex and confidence.
Tate.
Just as he reached the door, the man looked right at Maddie, his eyes meeting hers. Maddie could tell Tate knew exactly what she was thinking, and his smirk alone almost made her squirm. He disappeared through the doorway, and Maddie let out the breath she hadn't realised she was holding.
Maddie had never had the pleasure of a night with the man, but she'd had friends stumble back to the dorms and fall into a quivering heap on the floor, still in the throes of blistering orgasms, looking like a freight train had run through them. The man was a legend, and his seal of approval was notoriously hard to earn. Maddie, however, was willing to do whatever it took.
After all, she had something to prove.
Threading through the crowd, Maddie felt the odd hand grasp at her ass or brush her tits. She met those inquisitive souls with a coy smirk, or a cheeky bitten lip. Most were just awkward high schoolers, some were even pretty hot. There were even a couple that Maddie would normally have considered giving a lesson or two. Not tonight though, tonight she only had eyes for Tate. To that end, Maddie decided to wait just outside the door he'd gone through. She figured the brunette wouldn't last long, and she knew Tate wasn't the kind of guy to spend too long breaking in the new ones.
Maddie's suspicions proved correct when the door swung open not ten minutes later. Tate walked out, looking his same confident, sexy self. Inside, Maddie saw the brunette girl looking like she'd tried to give a mack truck a blowjob. Maddie laughed, and Tate closed the door. Tate looked her up and down, and Maddie felt a shiver run through her at his gaze. She could see he liked what he saw, and her confidence surged.
From behind her, Maddie heard a timid voice. "Hey Maddie," it stammered. She didn't even bother turning before she replied. "No," she said, "go away."
She didn't even hear the guy's footsteps as he left.
Tate still hadn't said anything, and Maddie waited expectantly. She had him. This is easier than expected, she thought.
He turned and walked away.
Maddie stood, stunned, as Tate walked down the hallway and into another room without saying a word. She had at least expected him to make a pass, or at least say
something
. She looked down at herself. Nope, certainly no issues there. Her tits stood out proudly against the fabric of her top, and her cute little black skirt perfectly framed her tanned thighs. Maddie thought she looked sexy as hell.
Doubt started to creep into her mind. Maybe she wasn't as hot as she had once been. Maybe the girls around her were sexier. Maybe she'd lost her touch. A thousand possibilities raced through her head. She settled on the fact that no matter what else these teeny-boppers could offer, she could offer more.
She had to prove to Tate that she could take whatever he gave. Maddie had to prove how willing she was. No matter what she had to take to do so. It wasn't all bad, she thought, now desperate to prove herself. After all, people did say he was a god in the bedroom.
A heady mix of determination, desperation, alcohol and desire coursed through her, and Maddie followed Tate into the room. Tonight, she was going to show him what she was worth.
When she went into the room, Maddie was surprised. She'd expected a room full of partygoers, but this one was empty save for Tate. There were a few couches and an armchair scattered around a tv. Tate was sitting in the armchair, drinking a beer and flicking through his phone. He looked bored.
Well, Maddie thought, I can fix that. Her confidence began to rise once more.
Closing the door behind her, she walked over to Tate. He didn't even look up. Maddie coughed, loudly.
Without batting an eye, Tate spoke. "What?"
Yet again tonight, Maddie was caught off guard. "What do you mean
what
?"
Tate rolled his eyes. "I'm tryin' to get some damn peace and quiet here girl, what do you want?" He still hadn't looked at her.
Maddie smiled and took a step closer, so she was standing between his legs. "Well," she said, before trying to seductively take the phone from Tate's hand. She had intended to throw it to the side in a sexy little gesture, but he held it firm. Undeterred, she continued. "I was thinking that we could have some fun."
Tate looked her up and down, one eye raised inquisitively. "Then what you doin' still standing up, girl?" He mocked, looking Maddie straight in the eyes. His gaze made her knees buckle.
Maddie was taken aback. She'd never really been talked to this way. Normally the guys she spent time with were insanely grateful, practically worshipping her. She'd wrapped each and every one of them around her pinkie. Tate seemed totally unimpressed by her. Maddie's confidence once again started to waver.
Up close, Tate wasn't as sexy. His features were bland, and while he was in great shame, there was nothing exciting about him. Those eyes, though. Maddie felt herself breathing heavily, felt a drop of sweat slip between her tits. She couldn't look away. His gaze held her, locked in a state of total desire. She had to prove to him that she was worth his time.
Maddie slid to her knees between his legs, placing her phone down beside her. She didn't bother trying to say anything cute or sexy. This wasn't a time for words. Leaning forward, she moved to unzip his jeans.
Tate stood up, stepping around her. "I'm bored already," he said, starting for the door.
"What the fuck?" Maddie said. "I thought you wanted me to show you what I can do?"
Tate just laughed. "And get more shit head from some prissy little white girl? Hell no."
He turned for the door again and Maddie's desperation started to rise. She needed this. He had to give her this.
