Chapter Four: Madison's Gay Night Out (part a)
Spencer groans as she opens her eyes to find a very wide-eyed and very naked Madison looking down at her.
"You threw me off the table," Spencer bitches as she sits up slightly, her body more than a little sore at the work out she put her body through this afternoon.
"You screamed a name that most definitely wasn't mine," Madison bitches back at the blonde laying on her floor.
"I did?" Spencer asks, trying to remember what she shouted through the haze of an intense orgasm ripping through her.
"The name Ashley ring a bell?" Madison asks, tilting her head to the side, wondering if the blonde suffered any brain damage from the hit she took.
"You're kidding," the younger girl's eyes widen at the information. "I'm so sorry," she apologizes while shaking her head.
Madison waves it off. "Whatever, sorry about the whole 'concussion' thing," she apologizes herself. "Let me make it up to you," she offers suddenly.
"I don't know Madison, my body is really kind of sore right now. Besides, I don't think I could take another round like that," Spencer begins to decline tentatively.
"I know, I was pretty amazing, wasn't I?" She asks rhetorically, very full of herself at this point.
"You?" Spencer laughs incredulously. "I was the one doing all of the work," she points out.
Madison turns and sneers. "Bitch!" She exclaims.
"Bitch!" Spencer replies just as disdainfully.
After a moment of staring each other down, Madison lets up. "I didn't mean by fucking again because, seriously, I am going to have enough trouble walking for the next two days as it is," she goes on, ignoring Spencer's smug expression. "I meant, let me take you out tonight, we can hit the club and just, unwind," she explains suggestively.
"Okay," Spencer relents reluctantly after a moment of deliberation.
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The Club
"You know, this isn't as horrible as I thought it would be," Spencer tells the brunette as she leans over into her ear before taking another sip of her non-alcoholic beverage.
"I am actually having a decent time hanging out with you. Hey, who's that hot bitch?" Madison asks as she diverts her attention away from the girl beside her.
Spencer rolls her eyes and follows where the brunette is looking. "Oh shit!" She exclaims, sinking down in her seat and trying to hide her face.
"What is your fucking problem? Did that concussion destroy some of your 'normal brain' cells and replace them with 'total spaz' cells?" She asks at the blonde girl's odd behavior.
Spencer glares at the cheerleader. "No, I just had kind of a date with her and it didn't go well. I haven't spoken to her since," she explains, still trying to not get recognized.
"Well, you can keep not speaking to her, but I am so going over there to talk to that fine piece of ass," Madison responds as she stands up and prepares to walk off.
"I thought we were going to hang out because you felt guilty about throwing me off of the table and making me bleed from the head," Spencer whines, trying to guilt trip the older girl into not leaving her alone.
"I did, but now I'm over it and I am going to get me a piece of that over there," Madison responds and Spencer unleashes her patented 'puppy dog pout' on the brunette, causing the cheerleader to roll her eyes. "Please, I saw Ashley come in here about twenty minutes ago, you can go hang with her," she throws in, nodding her head in the direction of the other brunette.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Spencer asks with surprise as she looks over to see her best friend looking somewhat lonely tonight.
"Because I knew you would do to me what I am about to do to you," she explains as she walks off to the bar where the blonde girl is sitting and waiting for a drink.
"Hi, I'm Madison," she introduces herself as she takes a seat next to the blonde.
The other girl turns and smiles seductively at the hot girl beside her. "Kelly," she responds, offering her hand.
Madison takes it and they shake gently. "Pleasure to meet you," she purrs.
"'Pleasure' is definitely the word that comes to mind," Kelly responds, looking the brunette up and down hungrily.
On the other side of the club, Spencer is gingerly seating herself next to her best friend. "Hey," she greets the girl.
"Hey yourself," Ashley replies, shocked to see the other girl here alone. "What are you doing here?" She asks.
"Hanging with my best friend," Spencer replies with a sardonic smile.
"No, I mean here at the club, alone," Ashley clarifies, gently shoving her friend in the side, causing the younger girl to wince in pain. "Are you okay?" She asks, moving the collar of the blonde's shirt away slightly to reveal an angry bruise on her shoulder. "Is that a bite mark?" She asks with surprise.
"Depends, is that a hickey?" Spencer counters, repeating her question from earlier as she indicates the smaller bruise on her friend's neck.
They both look at one another before everything fits into place and their eyes widen as they simultaneously exclaim, "Madison!" Both girls look over to the bar where Madison and Kelly seem to really be hitting it off.