Chapter 55: Chapter 55

MADDIE

May 16th 2018

I walk through the entrance doors to the club, the familiar feeling of belonging stains my soul and hardens my heart.

I gave my everything to this place only to be tossed out like a sack of garbage!

I have never felt so humiliated in my life and it takes a lot to embarrass someone like me with no morals embedded into my DNA.

I groan as I move down the corridor towards Chad's office, pulling out the pocket knife I had concealed between my breasts, flipping out the blade and I masterfully stab it into the wall, dragging it as I continue to make my way to my destination.

By the time I reach Chad's office, picking the lock,  my hand is covered with flakes of paint, a trail has also been left in my wake and I patiently wait for the two face bastard to show up as I recline in his office chair with my feet on his desk.

Twenty minutes pass, he hasn't shown up and already I'm starting to get bored.

I place my hand flat on his desk, spreading my fingers and I start playing 'Five Finger Fillet' moving the pointed tip of the knife back and forth between my fingers, trying not to stab them.

Which I don't because I'm a pro! I used to play this game with frat boys at parties; some of the boys bet me that if I lost, I would have to sleep with all five of them at once and because I LOVE TO FUCK...

I purposefully stabbed my fingers, pouting as they escorted me to the room in front of everyone. I pounced on the biggest mother fucker behind closed doors, ripping off his clothes and climbing his torso, sliding down on his well-endowed cock with my legs clamping around him. By the time I had milked him completely dry, I had slid down his body, bending over the bed with my legs spread wide as my next victim grabbed me from behind and the final three tags team me. While I stroked the third guy, I had one fucking me and the other in my mouth.

They began by observing one another, rotating as they worked me like a drill, and on their third rotation, they came together, their grunts filling the room as my ecstatic yells echoed throughout the frat house.

It was the best experience of my life, one that has definitely been ingrained in my mind and a flashback that I occasionally visit while I lay in my bed finger fucking myself as my thumb rubs circular motions over my clit.

I look at the clock on the wall, it's now been an hour and a half.

"Where the fuck are you Chad!" I grumble, removing my feet from his desk and I pull his top draw open where he usually keeps his fine whiskey and crystal tumbler.

"Don't mind if I do," I say with excitement, pouring myself a healthy amount into the glass.

A goofy grin crosses my face as I lift the bottle to inspect the amount of whiskey left. Let's just say he's lucky I don't have a cock, because if I did, I'd flop it out and piss inside the bottle, replacing what I've taken.

I put it back into his draw, parking my feet back onto the desk and I start sipping from my tumbler, savouring the flavour as it glides down the back of my throat, heating up my body.

By the time I am nearly finished, his ugly face finally pops through the door before he pushes it wide open.

"Hello arsewipe," I greet him before he realizes it's me sitting behind his desk.

"What the fuck are you doing here and how the fuck did you get into my office, bitch?" He sneers, his eyes drawn into thin lines as he slams the door shut behind him.

'Stupid mother fucker knows we hate being called a bitch!' My inner Goddess hisses while I titter at him.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" I make sure to emphasise the word 'bitch' as I slowly set my tumbler back onto the desk, rising to my feet and position both hands flat on the desk as I glare at him.

"Yes, I did, BITCH!"

The moment the word 'Bitch' leaves his mouth, I pick up my pocket knife and throw it at him, aiming for his fat head.

"Fuck!" He yells, stepping to the side and I watch with disappointment as the knife hits the closed door.

"Bummer!"

I reclaim my seat in his chair, picking up the tumbler and cradling it in my palms. I witness him taking the knife from the door, reattaching it to the handle and stuffing it inside his jeans.

"You need professional help, Maddie."

"And, you need to set your priorities straight. I mean, shit!  You reached out to me, advising me to find Mal's dad and bring him back to this shit hole."

"Point?"

"I did just that and you promised to give me back my job." I let go of the tumbler, rising to my feet, spreading my arms out in front of me. "Here I am, and before you try to feed me some bullshit excuse for why I can't come back, I know Amar won't be returning anytime soon. Not with his injury and all." I wink at him.

"I changed my mind." He strides towards me, a look of disgust crossing his ugly face.

"You know what happens to people who double-cross me right?"

He scoffs, "What, are we in some Mafia novel?" Amusement laces his words.

"Is that a no?"

"You bet your sorry ass it is, I've changed my mind and you're more trouble than what you're worth."

I reach over the desk, grabbing him by the collar of his top, pulling him closer towards me and a look of shock sparks in his poo brown irises.

"I'm sure Amar would love to hear our conversations over the phone I recorded and kept." I roughly press my lips against his and bite his bottom lip till I taste blood from him.

"What the fuck Maddie?" He touches his lip with the back of his hand. "Amar won't waste his time listening to a psychotic cow, like yourself."

My left eye twitches, "We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?" I slightly tilt my head backwards, bringing it forward, head butting him in his face as I release him.

I watch with amusement as he stumbles back, his hand covering his bleeding nose and tears pool in his eyes.

"You have till the end of the day to beg me to come back or you'll have to deal with Amar." I pick up the tumbler, tossing back the contents in one fluid motion and throw it across the room, watching as it shatters and covers the carpet.

I exit his office, laughing like a psychotic bitch as his infuriated screams can be heard down the hallway.

"That was my fathers you crazy bitch!"

"Ooopppsss..." I reply, knowing he can't hear me as I laugh myself out of the building.