Two Can Play That Game

The beautiful Russian girl looked Madison in the eyes, reached out a palm and said, "Hi, are you Madison Clover?"

Madison took the girl's hand and replied hesitantly: "Y-yeah, that would be right. H-hi. I- my name is Madison, that's right." The girl half sat down, propping herself on the arm of the unoccupied swivel-chair that sat at a diagonal to her own.

"Is it true that you're the daughter of David Clover, the head of Global Crossing?" the pretty girl asked her bluntly.

The question took Madison by surprise. The girl looked to be about her own age, maybe a couple years older. It was hard to tell with Russians. Asians always looked a good five or six years younger than their western counterparts, but with Russians there was a truly indiscernible blend - but it was the same confusion of elements that so often made for their indiscernible beauty. It was just hard to pinpoint any age or defining feature in particular about them. All you knew about them was that they were young and beautiful.

Russell & Simon's had a number of Russian clients, and most of them were the same. From the point of view of a Caucasian such as herself, you would always start out expecting to connect with Russian so much more immediately than the pure Chinese, when in fact you nearly always discovered that there was so much, if not just as much uncertainty there, often lingering on long after the preliminary introduction. So many unknownables about them. So many un-variables.

What does this slut want with Daddy? Madison thought, pushing out of her mind momentarily that she happened to look great.

Madison didn't know what to say so she settled on the noncommittal. "Who's asking?"

To which came the reply: "It's OK. Just me."

"Well, then, and what if he is?"

"Then we should be friends, since there aren't that many of us about - daughters of big-time multinational executives!" The girl flashed Madison a superficial, but essentially warm, connecting smile. "My name's Claudia. My father is Chris Johnson, head of Rotsky Bank, you know ... the bank." She giggled. And then giggled some more. After a little time, Madison felt like she should probably laugh along too, so she feigned a giggle. It sounded completely fake, but Claudia didn't seem to notice.

"So what's your story?" asked Claudia. "Can I sit down?" she said, now taking up the empty seat properly, as if the question were nothing more than an annoying formality. "I mean, you're obviously at Russell & Simon's," the girl giggled again, waving her arms expansively. "But are you just interning or working?"

"Just interning. It's no big deal," said Madison genuinely. "In fact I don't think I would even have this shitty internship if it wasn't for my Dad. He knows one of the Board members or something. Essentially it's a nothing job, just chasing people about all day, but at least they have gotten me helping out in the creative department - I'd die in accounts."

"That's so cool!"

"You think so, really?" Madison assumed that Claudia was referring to her working in the creative department.

"What, that your Dad's friends with the Board? Hell, yeah! You'll get on just fine here, assuming you haven't been doing so already," Claudia said, her giggle returning a pitch higher than before.

Usually, Madison might have been tempted to walk away at this point. In Maine she would have done so, almost certainly. But she was here, alone at her desk, and she didn't have anywhere to walk to, anyway, here in this new empty providence in the East where she could only wait for her driver to come and pick her up four hours from now. Plus, she didn't have the inclination to spend more time by herself as had been the case in the months since she had arrived here, despite the mildly irritating nature of what amounted to an unnoticed mini-intrusion on her personal space.

More than that, Claudia's awesome beauty made her impossible to reject, anyway, even if they had been back in Maine, which Madison kept consciously reminding herself that she wasn't any more.

Madison doubted in fact whether a girl like Claudia ever failed to get exactly what she wanted; such was the largess of her allure. The contours of her rectangular features were rounded off with an unconventional geometric perfection into what amounted to an aesthetic smoothness that you couldn't help but stare at. The incredible contrast between her black eyes and her pale skin were set almost artfully against her long, dark hair, tastefully highlighted in soft strands of alternating Fall-browns, and her figure was a hybrid concoctions of the petite Asian slightness - the firm tits, the tiny waist - emanating out amid an almost voluptuous western European frame - the full ass, the long legs - much of which lay tantalizingly hidden by blatant high-society Manhattan fashion: the coordinated designer clothes that revealed only the contours of her cleavage and trim tummy, the long designer heels under which her tiny feet had glided with seemingly effortless propulsion over the long expansive passage towards her.

Something elemental clicked within her head and Madison realized that this here in front of her was Manhattan society. This icon was the answer to the growing level of solitary dementia that was fast becoming her days' existence. Claudia was the Manhattan scene she craved to see but which eluded her more and more every day.

"You know how it is, we just moved over here from New England, so it's not like I really have any friends to speak of. There are the people here at Russell & Simon's, but they're all about 30."

"Everyone is about 30 in Manhattan, sweetie. 'Cause at 30 all you want to do with your life is make money, and then after that go and make some more money. And where else would you go to do that? New York? Maybe in 1980!"

"I guess," replied Madison. She really couldn't figure out what Claudia was saying half the time. Was that meant to mean that she should start hanging out with 30 year olds, then, or to start looking to make money? She tried an alternate angle. "But still, there must be more to Manhattan than that."

"More to it than money? Sure, there's the fact that it's communist, and non-democratic, and Chinese. But other than that, no. That's the extent if it, really. Money, money, money."

Best to be direct with this girl, thought Madison. "So there are no parties to go to or anything?"

"Of course there are parties!" Claudia did a mini-hop in her seat. "The best fucking parties in all of Asia happen right here in this city. Babe, this is where people come to P-A-R-T-Y from all over the region - fuck that, from all over the world!"

"That'd be cool. Like if there's something coming up, I'm definitely down to come."

"Oh really? That would be totally awesome. I have the best friends - you're gonna love them. You should come - as in, like - next week! Totally!"

Madison's heart pounded. "I turn 19 next week, you know," said Madison, trying vainly an attempt to re-break the thawing ice. She wished this hip and sultry sex-symbol she had so easily at first cast aside as one of her father's young items would now hand around her much longer and make her the same: wanted.

"You're kidding! Then you totally have to come! So it's a yes?"

And for the first time in a long time, Madison actually smiled. "How old are you, by the way?"

"Twenty-two, almost twenty-three."

"Do you work here? At Russell & Simon's?"

"Oh no, I have my own business upstairs. It's called Claudia Mixed Media. We're kind of like an online branding, blogging type thing. We do some TV. But mostly we help the guys you can't do anything for." Claudia laughed and added: "Well, not you personally of course. I mean - you're just an intern. But Russell & Simon's. You guys don't know shit about the internet. It's all mainstream TV, newspapers, magazines and stuff."

"Tell me about it," said Madison, rolling her eyes.

"But it's super-cool that your Dad fixed this for you. I mean, that's how you get around here in Manhattan. It's all about who you know. Nothing about what you know."

Madison chose to overlook the obvious: that running a company such as Claudia's, which professed to be able to do a better job with online media than the major global ad agencies was presumably exactly the opposite: everything to do with what you know.

"I'll remember that. It's not like that in America. Or maybe it is, but we don't like to brag about it, at least."

"Why not? That's just life."

"I guess. So how did you find out about me? How did you know I was here? This is a huge building. There have got to be thousands of people working here. What are there? Fifty-eight floors?"

"Like I said, it's all about who you know here. There are sixty floors actually, if you are counting the rooftop bar on top. Have you been? It's one of the cooler places to hang out these days, although it wasn't until last year. Claudia's boyfriend bought it and put it up on his website it suddenly went insane!" Claudia squealed a little like a young girl as she said insane. "It's called Dream2 and girls like you -" she glanced approvingly down over Madison's slight build, with her patterned Versace skirt tastefully matched with a cute, simple H&M shirt. "You'll be just fine, don't worry about it."

"Thanks," said Madison. "I really hope so." Madison had no idea who Justin or whatever his name was, but she had gotten used to that here. Everyone always assumed that because you were from America, you knew everyone in it.

Claudia got up, almost as abruptly as she'd walked over. "Well, I better go I guess. But it's been nice chatting with you. I'll be in touch - how's that work?"

Madison's heart sank, since, she surmised, only in fiction did girls like this ever get in touch to invite you to great parties, or at least, if it did happen in real life, that sort of thing was unlikely to be so in her case.

Claudia's stunning appearance was only marginally off-cast by the superficial flatness of her smile. It's all about who you know. But whereas it would have usually really bothered her, right now, Madison didn't give a damn. If it was about who you know, then so be it - that had to be better than the nobody-knows-who that was her life right now.

"Thank you for coming by. Genuinely. Like, so much, Claudia," said Madison, mentally pleading her to stay and not to leave her alone here back with a bunch of people who she had no fun with anyway.

As if reading her mind, Claudia began to smile genuinely and warmly all of a sudden at her. "You know," she said, once again pressing her finger against Madison's lips, "you're really sweet. It'll be good to have you around. I'll catch up with ya some point soon, when things are not so busy at work," she said, and Madison watched her temporary best friend glide away on her Manolos.

*

Claudia took a long snort of white powder through a straw, drawing it up off the circular glass table that lay in the middle of the room. She breathed in, making a long, deep ahhhhmmmmmm rasp. Claudia proffered a straw towards Madison as she cut another long stretch of the powder. Madison picked some up on the end of her finger, and tapped it on her tongue. It was ghost white, and bitter as hell. "Have some. Coke always makes me horny as fuck. And it's great for honesty, too. But only for girls. Guys get all yecky on it and start having fantasies about ruling the world and shit."

Both Claudia and Madison began giggling together at the thought. "For girls though, yeah, it's great shit for that honesty you can sometimes be searching a little too hard to find the right words for. You know what I mean? Anyway," she added quickly, "my boyfriend is opening a new nightclub in the meat packing district this weekend, so I thought we might all ..." Claudia winked at Madison. "Deflower you, afterwards." Madison nodded, her heart racing in excitement and anticipation. Whatever you say, I'm game.

Three months ago she would have run a mile, but there was no way she was going to turn this experience down now. Not now, that she was finally sitting here in front of the object of her fantasies, and that they were alone at last. Not now, having asked the God she didn't know if she believed in or not - nay, begged Him - for new experiences to be brought into her life. Not now, where she was right where she wanted to be: all alone with Claudia inside her huge house, with some mysterious invitation to something that was apparently pretty rockin'!

Madison cupped one of her nostrils and sniffed up hard, copying the way that Claudia had taken the drug. It burned up against the inside of her nose, and dripped down the back of her throat, a syrupy texture that tasted entirely bitter and for a moment made her want to wretch. But then her head began to spin pleasantly, and she felt an awesome wave of calm come over her, followed by a resurgence of happy, confident alertness. So this is how she pulls that casual demeanor off so early in the morning, thought Madison.

She noticed how pert Claudia's breasts looked under her top; how she wasn't wearing any bra. She noticed the flash of blue polka dot panties underneath her skirt, and in that moment she was more sensitive than she had ever been before to the touch of her own underwear as it began to rub up against her clit.

Madison thought, as prospective lovers forever will, does she too wake up soaked with her bed in a mess from her dreams? Does she, just as I did last week, slam the door shut hurriedly once she's in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom and lean against it and thrust her fingers in a total fumble into the moistness of her panties uncontrollably, and in both denial and desperate need give herself the most almighty climax there on her clit within minutes by just lightly rubbing it in soft circles? Are her panties slick and soaked now, as mine are beginning to feel? Does her clit ache, itch, twitch, pulsate softly under her panties right now as does my own? Will it show when I get up through my panties - will it have soaked through onto my skirt?, for it felt again like she was leaking through the fabric. It had been doing that more than usual lately, for some reason she couldn't comprehend. Perhaps it had something to do with growing into a woman? Then again, it could be for the exact opposite reason: because, despite being an adult, she was still just a teenager.

Madison clenched her legs tightly together and her heart pounded harder as she spied Claudia squeezing her small, tight buttocks and skinny thighs together to disguise the grinding motion her hips made so that her clit could get a little relief. Madison knew what she was doing since she herself had been doing this on an off all week long, repeating this same motion, in the office and at home even when she had been in front of her brother and sister, and had been too lazy to go upstairs but too horny not to act on her physical impulses. She used to move in this same way sometimes on the bus on the way home from school in Portland, or on the couch in front of the TV at night, longing to repeat that moment of instantaneous ecstasy and yet unsure about the consequences of its intensity, which only doubled-up the pleasurable throbbing ache of her clit, meaning every night when she was younger and she went to bed she could barely help herself - even though, on occasions, she was unwilling or at best uncertain, at least morally - from pressing it hard against her pillow which she had taken one night to inserting her phone underneath in order to concentrate the rippling effect of the orgasm once it came and never looked back.

While Claudia was busy squeezing her buttocks and legs all into one another in that tight compact sphere about her crotch, Madison put her hand up to Claudia's face. Claudia's rosy cheeks - from all the coke, it seemed - actually made her look really pretty, lighting up her alabaster face. Madison couldn't help but peek at her nipples, which now protruded out slightly when you looked straight down under her shirt. Her crimson-pink lips made a full smile.

Madison brought her kiss up to Claudia's lips so slowly and tenderly it might have been in slow-motion were this not real life. Her tongue explored her mouth with an artful but deliberate purpose, seeking out her oral erogenous spots.

Claudia began in turn to respond to Madison's tongue's gestures and directives, and suddenly Madison felt an intense wetness surround her clit, perhaps created by the pressure of her unconscious grinding of her pussy against the soft surface of the warm cotton of her panties in imitation of Claudia but no doubt spurred on incessantly by the coke. Still, for now she kept her composure - even, she thought, she may be coming off a little bit shy and reluctant, going no further than linking tongues in harmony. This was enough for now, at least until she understood better what she was here for.

"Uhhhhmmm ..." Claudia shut her eyes and Madison let her mouth move lower around her friend's nipple to suck at it, and she allowed herself to caress Claudia's soft pussy over the fine cotton of her panties, toying about with her clit over the fabric as the coke sped through her like a tank of cardiac nitrous oxide.

Madison's head was in a state of whiz-whhizz-whiiiizzz, and yet there was a clarity to her observations and movements and gyrations as never before. Madison couldn't hold up her pretense for long, and soon her hand slipped under Claudia's top and felt the tip of her hard nipple.

Whatever you say, I'm game, she thought.