Madison at the Topless Beach

"I guess we'd better get going then," Madison chirped. "But I fully expect some of you to cross this off your bucket list since you so graciously helped me today."

Madison's smile twisted into more of an evil grin as she turned and began walking in the direction of the van, an almost catwalk swing to her step as she went along. The guys all smiled, quickly grabbed their stuff, and trotted along to catch up to her.

As Madison charged ahead, she started the laborious, labyrinthian task of figuring out exactly what she was going to tell Hugh after today.

They're men. They're all drunk. Everyone was laughing the whole time, and it probably just seemed like a joke in the moment. There's no way anyone was thinking about it too much, and it's not like anything really happened.

But if it was just a joke, why did they try to rub her clit? Whose hand was it? If she hadn't stopped them, would they have actually gone as far as fingering her?

Madison felt an echo of the hand against her crotch as she pondered this, and decided that it would be best not to overthink it. But she would be damned if she wasn't going to work out some revenge at the nude beach later.

Her mischievous grin returned.

-End

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