MADYSON BURNETT MATTHEWS was an extra ordinarily beautiful young woman in her late twenties. Madyson from all outward appearances would seem to have it all; money, looks, and a husband to die for. She had married her college sweetheart, taken the perfect job after graduating at the top of her law school class. Madyson seemed to be a poster child for the successful American woman. However, nothing could be any further from the truth. She had become a cyberspace whore. This process began about a year ago when she read an article about cybersex in the Village Voice.
"That sounds interesting. Considering that I haven't had sex in almost six months, maybe I should give it a try. Besides, it is really cheating, there are no diseases involved, and Tom will never find out."
Those were the exact words of Madyson as she began her quest to find out more about cybersex and relief it might give her large sexual desires. She tried out several social networks before she decided to focus on Tagged. At Tagged she enjoyed the fact that she could not only get into chat rooms and talk with her friend but she could be and sell her friends too. Quickly Madison figured out her way around this fairly unregulated business. She spend all of spare time on the computer talking about sex, having sex, and most of all satisfying her needs. What had happened to Madyson? That was the question that rattled around in her mind 24/7 as she stayed in an unfulfilled, loveless marriage because of the sake of her children. Her sexual release and fantasies were fulfilled by addiction to social networking and newly found skills of cybersex.
Madyson's profile in Tagged was named Nastee B. She loved to tease men but especially wrote very erotic messages to women. Somehow she found out that she was much more interested in having cybersex with women than men. Maybe it was because of the simple fact that sex was mental game and nowhere was this truer than in the cyber world. When a man would contact her it was pretty much like this.
"Do you want to have cybersex?"
Madyson would reply,
"Yes."
"Then let's fuck right now."
Where was the pleasure in this? So Madyson disguised as her alter ego, Nastee B, wrote a great deal about her sexual fantasies and shared them with different women. Madyson in real life wasn't really attracted to women but as Nastee B, she was real man basher and the women loved it.
Three weeks ago, last Thursday night she was in a chat room with Allison. This lady was a twenty five year old accountant in London. She had been chatting with Madyson for about two months. At first Allison seemed pretty straight forward about the fact that she wanted to meet people through the Internet. Then over the past several weeks, she sent Madyson nude photos of herself.
Madyson was shocked at first and asked herself, why anyone would send nude photos of their self to someone else. The answer was pretty simple; Allison over this period of time had fallen in love with Madison. The first picture Madyson received she looked at it and then she deleted it quickly. However, she had gotten more and more of these pictures and now Madyson had saved each and every one of them. She actually looked forward to getting her daily fix of seeing her friend and her hot tanned body. Yesterday she got a picture of Allison having sex with two men and the capture read,
"Sandwiched Between Two Men,"
Down her legs on the digital pictures, Madyson could see the men's cum slowly drip down her gorgeous legs. In the picture, Allison's nipples were erect and it turned Madyson on. Madyson wrote back to her,
"You little slut, did you like your fucking?"
Allison laughed,
"Got your attention, huh? Did I get you a little wet?"
"You know it baby, just for you."
"Good, it is almost my bedtime here and I was ready to settle down with vibrator and have a little bit of fun. But before I go and to get me in the mood, do you have one of your little stories you could share with me this evening."
"Sure thing baby, love you too,"
"Wait just one second; I would like to plug my cord in so I can be ready."
"Tell me when Allison."
About a minute later, Allison got back on computer and typed in,
"Ready."
"Okay here goes."
Madyson sent her the following message:
It had her final straw with that man. That was the night that she came home early from her job at Jenner, Piper, and Walsh. Madyson was a rising young lawyer in the second largest firm in Minneapolis. Her immediate supervisor was the senior partner Peter Jenner IV. He had called her into his office earlier that afternoon.
"I'm glad you could make it Ms. Mathews."
She shook his hand and sat down in front of large mahogany desk.
"Yes sir, Mr. Jenner, I'm always willing to do anything extra for the firm."
Jenner laughed and laughed.
"So you are Madyson.... Well the reason I called you in today has to do with your work lately."
"Oh, I know..."
"No, heavens no, it is not like that at all. We wanted to offer you a junior partnership with our firm."
A very shocked Madyson slowly sank down in the high back black chair. Her face turned a bright red, her heart raced, and she took a deep breath.
"Mr. Jenner, I wasn't expecting this at all."
She acted as if it was total shock and surprise after all it was his idea but it was something she had worked for very hard for the past five years.
"Madyson, we are very proud pleased with everything you have done for us on the Beckett case this past month. It was superb. You realize that no one this office including me expected that you would be able to get him off with a not guilty verdict. Hell, I don't think I could have done that."
"Yes sir, I didn't think that we were going to win either until the prosecution called their last witness. She really tore apart their entire case when I caught her in that lie on the stand."
"Exactly, you have skills, looks, damn you have it all."
"Thank you."
"Yes, Madyson that is what we are looking for at this firm. Beginning tomorrow we want you to move into the corner office next to mine."
"Okay."
"We also want you to take on the Mrs. Smith case."
Suddenly Madyson euphoric mood dropped back down to earth. Mrs. Smith was out on bond a million dollars bond for allegedly murdering her second husband and cashing in on his life insurance policy.
"No way, not me, please, not me. That is a job for somehow is a..."
"Partner,"
"Well yes."
"But you are one now my dear."
He put his arm on shoulder and looked into her eyes. She smiled and asked,
"Okay, when is she coming into the office tomorrow?"
"Now that is the spirit. She'll be here at nine o'clock. You better make sure that you are already here."
"Yes, sir, I'll be there and prepared."
