bad blood | madison & steven
A soft thud sounded through the empty alley, the result of a body hitting the brick wall. This body had belonged to a young, handsome male who, unfortunately for him, had gained the attention of Madison. Now all that left of the male was an intoxicated and sexually aroused mess. Raising her index finger, Madison wiped the smudged lipstick from the corner of her lips while licking away his taste. With a small smirk, the eighteen year old leant forward, "You’re a doll," she whispered in an almost sarcastic tone, sliding her fingertips down his neatly kept suit, until she reached his pocket. Stepping back, Madison smoothed over her clothes before gracefully making her way out of the alley and around the corner, with his wallet in hand. It wasn’t that she needed the money, definitely not. She just thrived from the thrill of it all.
The street she made her way down was close to empty, most of the buildings abandoned and caving in. Nothing Madison was interested in, except the high class bar at end. Where else was she going to find toys to play with? Of course she had already had her fun for the night. Now she just wanted to amuse herself by flirting with a few guys that would never really stand a chance with the red-headed beauty. Naturally she would make them think that they did, but in reality they wouldn't even come close to her standard. Giggling lightly, she slipped into the bar through the front door after flashing her identification to the bouncer.
Within a few minutes of entering Madison had made her way through the crowded room and over to the bar. Propping herself up on the stool and placing the man’s wallet on the counter, she rested her hands on her short, slick black dress. Slowly she let her blue eyes scan through the crowd, picking out some of the males she liked the most. For the moment she’d just watch, and perhaps give a few seductive smiles and flirtatious winks.
