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Victrola

Music for this chapter:The Weeknd Wicked Games.

Narrator POV:

"Man, I'm sick of this story," Hillary says, looking at the guys playing Uno at JJ's glass table.

"Relax, Hihi, Bart knows how to handle things," Chuck says, blowing out a puff of smoke as he plays a card.

Madi rolls her eyes, thinking about her "encounter" with Blair. What did she want? George, taking advantage of their privacy, turns to ask Madi.

"And you, Madi, are you hooking up with the cop?" George asks directly, and the guys look at her.

"Where did you get that from?" Madi looks at the redhead, who smirks ironically.

"I saw you two smoking and those looks; it was like a lesbian porno," Madi looks shocked at the words and Chuck gives her a suspicious look.

"Is this serious? She's a cop, Madison," Hillary crosses her arms and looks at Bass.

"It's not like that. We were just talking. George is the pervert."

"Talking about what?" Chuck asks.

"You think it's a good idea, Blair?" Serena and Blair walk through the streets of Manhattan with shopping bags in hand.

"And what choice do I have? We need to get close to them after all."

"You still haven't told me why now," Serena stops on the sidewalk and Blair turns to her.

"S, don't worry, everything is under control."

The day had passed quickly and it was already night. Blair was still wondering if meeting with Bass was really a good idea. The brunette adjusts her clothes and looks at herself one last time in the mirror.

"I've arrived," was the message Madi had sent two minutes ago.

Blair gets into the car in silence and looks at Madi, who is already staring back. "Where are we going?"

"You'll only find out when we get there," are Bass's final words to the girl next to her. Madi parks and Blair notices the same nightclub they had picked the girls up from.

"You're so predictable."

"Then why didn't you pick up this?" Madi asks and puts her arms around Waldorf's waist, leading her into Victrola.

"Make yourself at home; tonight the club is yours," Madi raises her arms, showing the well-lit place with loud music. "Let's get a drink," Madison pulls Blair to the bar.

"How are we going to talk with all this noise?" Blair gets close to Madi's ear so she can hear.

"Is your intention really to talk?" Madi asks, close to Waldorf's face, looking into her eyes.

"Excuse me, the usual, Miss," Madi looks at the drink and then at Pope, who handed it to her.

"I've told you not to call me that, Pope," Madi rolls her eyes and laughs at the boy, who nods and turns to Blair.

"And you, what would you like?"

"Just a wine, please."

"Bring the bottle, Pope," Madi asks him, and he turns to get it.

"Leaving already, boss?"

"Yes, Blair can't drink anymore; she can barely stand," they laugh and say goodbye.

"Here, it will help," Madi hands the water to the girl, who takes it, her fingers touching Madi's hand.

"Are you hungry?" Blair nods, and Madi helps her get into the car, placing her in the back seat.

"Let's get something to eat then," Madi drives to a pizzeria and buys a large pizza for both of them.

"Blair." Madi calls her and sits in the back seat with the brunette.

"It's so hot in here." Blair, without further ado, takes off her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties.

"For a saint, you're quite forward."

"I never said I was a saint."

"But that's what you pretend to be around your friends." Blair looks at her, not understanding.

"You don't even know me."

"I already have an idea."

"What do you mean by that?" Blair gets closer to Bass, who doesn't let herself be swayed.

"That you cops don't do anything without a reason. Why did you call me that day? Tell me, what do you want from me, Waldorf?" Suddenly, the girls were so close that their faces were touching. Madi took action and kissed Waldorf, who responded by asking for entry with her tongue.

The kiss was gentle, but the girls' hearts were racing in a way they never had with their exes or flings.

"This is a bad idea," Blair says, sitting on Madi's lap, who tightens her grip on her waist.

Madi POV:

"Are you sure?" I separate our swollen lips and ask Blair, who looks at me with eyes full of lust.

"Let's worry about that tomorrow." She says nothing more and takes off my shirt and bra, sucking on my breasts.

I sigh deeply with that sensation. It was going to be marked for sure tomorrow, as Blair nibbled on that area which was sensitive for me. I grab Waldorf's chin and kiss her, now a quick and precise kiss.

"Madison... I need you, down there." Blair takes my hand, guiding it down her body, stopping in the middle of her thighs.

"You're so wet. I wonder how long you've been waiting for me. That was your plan all along, wasn't it, dear? To charm me just so I would touch you." I said all this while rubbing my fingers over the fabric of her panties.

"Madison, please." I enjoyed that desperation. Blair was grinding on me like a prostitute. How long had it been since that girl had come? How long had it been since anyone had fucked her? Those questions ran through my mind as I slid her panties aside and penetrated two fingers into her drenched pussy.

"This is what you like, isn't it? You're going to come on my fingers and then suck them clean until there's nothing left." I continued to finger Blair, who moaned, asking for more. I added another finger and quickened my pace.

"I'm going to come." Blair says the words with difficulty.

"Then come for me, Waldorf." The brunette fell apart as I closed my mouth, and I smiled, sucking on one of my wet fingers.

"Your turn." I brought my fingers to her mouth, and the brunette took my hand, sucking them slowly without breaking eye contact.

"I want you to fuck me again. Do you think you can?" Blair spoke authoritatively. Does she know who she's talking to?

"You're the boss."

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