Bad Influence Pt. 1.5 (Patreon)

In "Bad Influence," Brianna convinced Maddie that her mother and best friend have been hooking up for months. This is that scene.

This is a Patreon-exclusive pseudo-sequel to "Bad Influence: Part of the Lesbian Mind Control Anthology series," which is available on Amazon.

In a scene that isn't shown in the original story, Brianna approaches Maddie at the park just moments after turning her mother and best friend into lesbian lovers who are dedicated to each other first and foremost. Brianna talks to Maddie to reshape her understanding of the relationship and ease her into her new life with her ex-best friend and mother being partners and planning their life together.

This brief scene depicts that conversation.

Enjoy!

Bad Influence pt. 1.5 (Patreon Exclusive)

Maddie strolled down the park’s winding path, hands tucked into the pockets of her shorts, letting the warm breeze wash over her. The heat of the late afternoon had mellowed into something pleasant, something calming.

It felt nice to be out here, just walking, letting her mind drift, not thinking or worrying about anything. She liked this—being alone, away from everything, clearing her mind.

She didn’t know why she’d needed this little walk so badly, but Brianna had suggested it, and it had just felt right.

It wasn’t like anything weird had happened today. She was just enjoying herself, giving herself a break. Sure, she had planned on spending her afternoon catching up with Mia, learning about her crazy college escapades, envying her sense of freedom and exploration — all while her mother sat in not-so-silent judgment of her best friend for her free-spirited lifestyle.

But the solitude of alone time turned out to be exactly what her weary mind needed.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders, stretching her arms overhead as she reached the same exit in the wall that led to the outside track of the park — the place where she'd started her walk some 20 minutes earlier.

She took a deep breath, feeling the soft breeze on her youthful skin, and then startled at a sound.

“Somebody's looking refreshed.”

Maddie turned at the sound of the voice, spotting that woman from before, walking toward her, that same smug, knowing smile on her lips.

Maddie blinked at her, confused for half a second before her mind settled. "Oh, right. Brianna." That was her name.

She didn’t remember exactly how or when they’d been introduced, she was pretty sure it was less than an hour ago, but it felt like she’d known her for a while.

“Yeah, I guess,” Maddie shrugged, not thinking much of the comment. “Good to get a little space sometimes.”

Brianna smirked. “Must be nice to get a break from all that drama.”

Maddie frowned slightly, glancing at her. “What drama?”

Brianna raised an eyebrow, like she was surprised. “You’re telling me you don’t find it exhausting? All the… constant touching, the flirting, the gross PDA?”

Maddie stared at her, her brow furrowed, her mouth slightly open, wondering if maybe Brianna had gotten her confused with someone else. "I don't even know what you're saying."

Brianna smirked, gesturing vaguely over her shoulder, back toward where Claire and Mia were. “C'mon, you know. The shit-show you live with.”

Maddie let out a short laugh. “What are you even talking about?

Brianna chuckled, tilting her head. “I'm just saying, I can’t blame you for needing some air, needing a break from those two.”

Maddie's mouth fell open, unsure of how to respond, unsure what the hell this strange woman was getting at. “I seriously have no idea what you're even talking about," she replied, incredulous.

Brianna raised an eyebrow, smirking like she knew something Maddie didn’t. “Come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Maddie shifted her weight. “I don’t, actually.”

Brianna exhaled dramatically, as if she were explaining something to a particularly slow student. “Your mom and Mia.”

Maddie shook her head, her eyes looking for answers.

Brianna sighed, shaking her head in exaggerated disappointment. “Your mom. And Mia. The two horndogs you live with.”

Maddie let out a sharp, startled laugh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Brianna just looked at her, her eyes sharp, piercing. “Maddie.”

Her tone was smooth, patient, like she was explaining something Maddie already knew.

“They’ve been fucking for months.”

Maddie’s stomach turned over. “What?!"

Brianna sighed, shaking her head with amusement. “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been living in the middle of it.”

Maddie’s skin prickled. A strange weight settled in her chest, thick and uncomfortable. “No, they—Mia and my mom?” She let out a short, nervous laugh. “They hate each other. You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Brianna grinned. “Am I?”

Maddie’s thoughts stuttered, something inside her pulling tight, wrong.

Because she wanted to argue, wanted to call Brianna a liar, but—she couldn’t.

Her jaw clenched. “They're not... That’s not—”

Brianna’s voice was smooth, assured. “Not what, Maddie? Not real? Not happening? You’re seriously gonna sit here and tell me you haven’t seen them all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers who just discovered what it feels like to have a tongue in their mouth? Your mom with her 20-year-old girlfriend practically living in your fucking house, sucking face with her in the kitchen, on the couch, all over the goddamn place?”

Maddie opened her mouth, but her words failed her.

She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell Brianna she was fucking insane.

But suddenly, she couldn’t ignore the images flickering behind her eyelids—

Mia straddling Claire’s lap on the couch, grinding against her with that smug, lazy grin.

Claire standing at the stove in her silk robe, cooking breakfast while Mia walked up behind her, one hand sliding around her waist, the other dipping between the robe and her bare skin, squeezing, whispering something in her ear that made her mom giggle like a schoolgirl.

Maddie sitting at the dining table, eyes narrowed, watching as Mia and Claire got lost in each other again—Mia’s hand on her mom’s thigh, rubbing slow, teasing circles, Claire biting her lip, flushed, acting like Maddie wasn’t even sitting right there.

Her stomach twisted.

No.

No, that wasn’t—

There was an inconsistency in that memory, but it begin to grow and blossom into something undeniable.

She had known something was off for months, hadn’t she? Hadn’t she already accepted this?

She thought back to the night she realized the truth—the moment she walked into the kitchen and caught them against the counter, Mia’s face between Claire’s legs, her mom’s breathy moan of "fuck, baby, someone’s gonna see."

Maddie had seen.

She had turned around and walked straight back out the door.

Maddie felt her face heat, a mix of shame and anger bubbling up. “Fuck.”

Brianna patted her on the back, almost affectionately. “Yeah. Fuck.”

Maddie’s hands curled into fists. “That was— that was the worst day of my life...”

Brianna hummed, her grin growing wider. “I bet it was. I mean... your best friend—ex-best friend, let’s be real—ditching you the second she got a taste of your mom. You knew Mia was a flirt, but God, you must’ve felt so fucking stupid when you realized she was just using you to get in your mom's pants."

Maddie’s head spun. “She wasn’t—She didn’t—”

“She was,” Brianna corrected, her voice saccharine. “And she did. It's unbelievable. Your best friend... seducing your own mother."

The words settled like truth in Maddie’s brain. It was unbelievable.

Brianna continued to rub Maddie's back in slow circles, calming her, quieting her protests.

“What's worse?" she asked with feigned sympathy before sharpening the knife. "Having to endure their constant fucking, or realizing Mia never really cared about you?"

Maddie inhaled sharply.

She wanted to push back, to stand up for herself, to deny that she was just some pawn in a twisted game of seduction. But she felt it. The truth of it sinking into her gut like a stone.

Mia never cared about her. Not really.

Mia had used her. Pretended to be her best friend for years—years—just so she could get close to Claire.

But she refused to believe it. At first.

Maddie swallowed hard, shaking her head. “She— she didn't...”

Brianna waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, please. She dropped you like a fucking bad habit the second she got your mom to spread her legs.”

Maddie’s stomach twisted.

God. She had.

She had stopped answering texts. Had stopped coming over to hang out unless Claire was home. Had started looking at Claire like she was the only fucking person in the world.

Mia had stopped acting like her best friend long before they got together. She only ever looked at Claire, only talked about Claire, only ever thought about Claire.

It had been so obvious in hindsight.

Maddie exhaled, her new and old memories battling for superiority.

Brianna hummed, watching the war play out on the young blonde’s face. “And your mom? Jesus, your mom. She used to be so uptight. And now she’s got her legs spread every time Mia so much as looks at her the right way. God, you must hate it."

She did hate it. She fucking hated it.

She hated how gross they were.

She hated the way her mom giggled like a fucking teenager whenever Mia whispered something in her ear. She hated how they always disappeared upstairs after dinner, acting like they were so coy about what they were headed to do.

It was nonstop. It wasn't cute. It sure as hell wasn't a well-kept secret.

Brianna's voice was low and soothing. It felt almost as though it came from inside Maddie's head. "You ever wake up in the middle of the night and hear them? Because I bet you have.”

Maddie’s breath hitched.

She had. Hadn’t she?

So many nights. So many awful, disgusting nights waking up to the sound of Mia fucking whimpering through the bedroom wall. Late nights, the rustling of sheets, the squeaking of her mother's bed frame, the frequent sharp, bitten-off moan through the thin walls.

Maddie pressed a shaking hand to her temple, swallowing down the nausea rising in her throat.

"It’s gotta suck, huh?”

Maddie’s hands curled into fists. “Stop. Please, just shut the fuck up.”

Brianna leaned in, voice warm, soothing, wrapping around her like silk. “But hey, maybe it’s for the best. Your mom was so fucking repressed before. Now she’s finally getting laid, right? You should be happy for her.”

Maddie let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Yeah, great. So happy for her.”

Brianna smirked. “Hey, could be worse. At least Mia seems to know what she's doing.”

Maddie glared at her.

Brianna grinned. “What? You know your mom’s getting fucked better than she ever was with your dad.”

Maddie’s stomach churned. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Brianna chuckled. “And you’re fucking delusional if you think they’re ever gonna stop.”

Maddie exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face.

She knew that. She had known that for a long time. She wasn’t stupid.

She had tried to tell her mom how fucking weird it was, how gross, how wrong. But Claire had just smiled, had just kissed Mia on the cheek and told Maddie, "You’ll understand one day, sweetheart."

It was exhausting. Humiliating. But her mother never listened. And no matter how much she begged Mia to stop dating her mom, her former best friend showed no interest in giving her up, either.

It was a lost cause and she wasn’t going to fight it anymore.

It simply was what it was.

Maddie sighed, shaking her head, hot pressure building behind her eyes. “God, they’re probably all over each other right now.”

Brianna snorted. “Maddie, babe, your mom has practically been sitting in Mia’s lap this entire time, giggling like a drunk fucking housewife while Mia sticks her hand up her dress.”

Maddie groaned. “Jesus Christ. I swear, they can’t go five fucking minutes without pawing at each other.”

Brianna removed her hand from Maddie's back and stretched her arms over her head. “That’s true love for you. When two women finally realize they are meant to be together, sometimes they can be... insatiable.”

Maddie sighed.

This wasn’t new. It was the way things had been for quite some time. She believed that now.

"Anyway, I’ll let you get back to your 'happy' home," Brianna grinned. "It was so nice meeting the three of you today. Seriously, it was so interesting learning the truth about your lives."

Maddie scoffed, shaking her head, already turning to leave. But before she could take a step, Brianna’s hand shot out, quick and smooth, plucking Maddie’s phone right out of her back pocket.

“Hey—what the fuck?” Maddie snapped, spinning around, but Brianna was already tapping away on the screen, her movements fluid, practiced, like she did this kind of thing all the time.

“Relax,” Brianna murmured, her eyes flicking over the screen as she typed. “You'll thank me later."

Maddie’s face twisted in confusion. “The hell does that mean?”

Brianna finished whatever she was doing and held the phone up, displaying the new contact she’d added.

Brianna 😉

She flipped it back around and pressed it into Maddie’s palm.

“If you ever need anything,” Brianna purred, voice low and smooth. “If you ever wanna talk—or, hell, if you ever start thinking about getting a little payback for your ex-best friend stealing your fucking mother—”

She grinned, tilting her head.

“You know who to call.”

Maddie blinked, her mind stuttering for a second.

Payback?

That thought had never fully formed before, had never solidified into something real—but now, now it was there.

But before she could fully process it, she nodded, shoving her phone back into her pocket.

“Yeah. Sure. Thanks, I guess.”

Brianna winked. “Don’t mention it. Just make sure you reach out after your 18th birthday. Just in case you ever want to take me up on the offer.”

Maddie didn't bother reply, instead she turned, shaking her head, already walking back toward the picnic table where Mia and Claire were undoubtedly tangled up in each other, making a spectacle of themselves.

She sighed, bracing herself. It was just another fucking day in her life.

Behind her, Brianna smirked, watching her go.

Maddie had lost everything today. And she would never, ever realize it. And while she might not understand yet. Eventually, she would.