The Madness of Maddie

Maddie, as Madeleine was known to all her friends, walked down the street brooding. She was a feisty little thing and she had had a bad day. She was in a bad mood; and only one thing cheered her up when she was in a bad mood. Cock. Nothing cheered up a girl, she thought, like the sight of a good cock. She was a girl; she was in a bad mood; and she wanted a cock to play with. A pair of nice firm round balls would be nice too, but what she mainly wanted was a cock; and what Maddie wanted, Maddie got.

She stood with her hands on her hips looking round her. She wanted a new cock, one she hadn’t played with before. Where was she to get one? Men were everywhere. They would all have cocks. She wanted one so badly it was hard to stop herself from pulling down the pants of the nearest man and grabbing his cock in the middle of the street. But no, she’d have to be more subtle than that. It was difficult to know who to go for first; to know who to target. She looked at a nearby coffee shop; that would be a good hunting ground for cock. There were a few men inside, sitting on their own. She went up to the first table where a good looking guy was sitting.

“How big is your cock?” she asked. She was nothing if not direct. The man looked at her alarmed, said “excuse me” and hurried off. Maddie shrugged; a few failures were to be expected. But ten minutes and four further failures later she was beginning to despair. Then she spied her next target. Yes! This was the one that was going to succeed.

Joe was feeling nervous. The girl over the other side of the room kept looking at him. He’d seen her approach other men and ask them something and somehow he knew it would be his turn next. He didn’t know how to manage that kind of girl – the self confident, slightly bossy sort. They always ended up getting their own way somehow. This one was small, dark, slim and wearing a thigh length mini-skirt and calf length boots. Her face was pretty, rather than beautiful and her eyes flashed as she talked. He shifted nervously in his seat. She was coming over. She sat down in the seat next to him and smiled. He smiled back. It was the polite thing to do. He was in the corner seat against the wall and he felt a bit trapped.

“Hi” she said

“Hi” Jo replied

“If I ask you a question, will you give me a straight answer”, she went on.

Joe shifted nervously. What was she going to ask?

“Of course”, he replied. What else could he have said? Any other answer would have sounded churlish. It’s amazing what most men will do just to avoid appearing impolite or to avoid any sort of a scene.

“You know your cock?” Maddie asked

Joe blushed scarlet. He’d just known it would be something like that and any mention of anything rude always made him blush.

“My what?” he stammered.

“Your cock. You know – your penis. You do have one don’t you?”

“Yes”, replied Joe in trepidation.

“How big is it then?”

Joe blushed even more scarlet than before. He felt trapped. He just couldn’t stand up to this kind of bossy girl. He couldn’t make a scene. He didn’t have it in him. At the same time she had him hemmed in the corner and he couldn’t just push past. He was going to have to answer. He considered lying, but he didn’t have that in him either. He was a terrible liar.

“Two inches”, he said resigned eventually to having to humour the girl. He could manage a little exaggeration and perhaps she was doing it for a bet or a dare and she’d go away when he answered her.