The Madam (15 page)

I walked into the adjoining living room and
saw that Madam was on the phone on my balcony. I opened my liquor
cabinet and poured some Kahlua in my coffee, and she walked in mid
pour.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” she
interrogated me in a calm tone.

I poured more. “You tell me,” I disputed as I
turned to face her.

She smiled coldly. “You should eat some
breakfast.”

“I should do a lot of things,” I quickly
countered.

I stepped toward her. “Tell me, Madam,”
another step, “if I cut you,” one last step, “will you even bleed?”
I mercilessly questioned.

She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “How was
night last night? You still think you can control your own pussy?
Learn from your mistakes, darling. That’s what happens to VIPs who
don’t listen and follow direction. They end up on the street like
some common whore; anyone can sell what’s in between their legs,
Lilith. It just comes down to how you sell it. My VIPs sell their
pussies and see the world. Understood?” She arched an eyebrow and I
scarcely nodded.

She kissed my forehead. “Great. Now…since you
have been such a good girl, I have a present for you. Let’s eat
some breakfast, and then you can get ready, and I will show
you.”

An hour later and we were with the chauffeur
in the Bentley. To say that I wasn’t a little nervous to be in a
car with her again would have been an understatement. Though I
played it off well, it was what she wanted. We pulled up to the
University of Miami and then took a detour toward the sorority
houses. Once we reached the Alpha Delta Phi house, the car came to
a complete stop. I watched Madam check her watch and then roll down
my window half way.

Just like clockwork, a girl came out of the
house with books in her arms. She must have been about nineteen,
maybe twenty. She looked like a California native, with curly
blonde hair, tan skin, and bright green eyes. She wore very little
makeup, and her clothing accentuated her figure. She exuded beauty
and confidence as she walked down the steps.

“I want her,” I heard Madam say from behind
me. “And you’re going to make it happen. You have one week,” she
announced; and with that, the car drove off.

Money will always get you whatever you want.
It didn’t take long for me to have the girl’s entire school
schedule and daily itinerary in my hands, along with her name, age,
and social security number. Taylor Vaughn was twenty years old, a
Sagittarius, born and raised in California, studying marketing with
a minor in business and was the secretary of her sorority.

Cute, isn’t it?

Luck was on my side, it was Friday and the
sorority was putting on their annual Hawaiian hula beach party. I
dressed in the tiniest red bikini I had, with a see through, wrap
around black skirt, and heels, of course.

I arrived at the party by midnight and the
place was packed. I grabbed a couple shots at the bar and
coincidently found Taylor with her friend in the corner, they were
whispering in each other’s ears, giggling and staring at someone.
My eyes went in the direction of theirs and that’s when I saw
him.

Bingo!

He was chatting with what I could only assume
to be his fraternity brothers. He was handsome in a boyish sort of
way, not that I hate young guys or anything, but I prefer men. Boys
are a lot like toys, they are great to play with, and this one
wouldn’t be any different. He had spiked, blonde hair, brown eyes,
plump lips, and the v-shaped fuck me muscles that made me want to
ride him all the way home. I grabbed two beers and made my way over
to him.

There were five of them in a circle talking.
I wedged my way right in the middle and their faces said it
all.

Approval. Appreciation. Lust. Want.

All in that order.

I licked my lips in a seductive way before
biting my bottom lip, and flipping my hair.

“Hi, my name is Lilith. I brought you a
beer,” I said, looking only at him as I handed him the cold
bottle.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem, Ken.”

I smiled and traced the lining of my bikini
by my cleavage with my index finger. “Want to dance?” He quickly
nodded and I saw his Adams apple move from swallowing.

I grabbed his hand and escorted him over to
the dance floor, making sure we were in perfect view of Taylor. I
took one look at her and got the exact reaction that I wanted.

Jealously.

With my back to Ken, I crept closer, so that
my ass was right on his groin. I slowly and provocatively moved my
hips downward and then back up again, I did it a few times until
his hands found their way to my hips. And I hummed in appreciation,
making sure he could hear me, his breath gasped in response. I put
my hands over his and guided them to caress me from my lower
abdomen to my inner thighs. I never once let up on swaying my body
in the movement of the music.

His hips and body finally caught on and we
began moving together, his dick got hard, and I laid my head on his
shoulder turning my face to breathe on him. I repositioned my right
hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to me. His movements
started to get more demanding along with his hands, and I rotated
my hips to move even harder and faster on his dick. The music
started to slow down to let everyone know that the song would be
changing, and I unexpectedly turned around, catching him off guard.
I placed my hands on his chest and pressed my lips close to his,
close enough to lick his top lip. He shuddered.

“So, Ken…you got a Barbie?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation.

“You want one?” I roused as my hand made its
way to the top of his board shorts. I let my fingers tease the skin
right below his waistline and I felt his goose bumps become
alert.

“Who are you?” he requested in a desired
plea.

“Anything you want. What do you want,
Ken?”

“You.”

“How much do you want me?”

“So fucking much,” he distressingly
answered.

I looked up at his eyes and saw the want and
lust shining brightly back at me. “Thanks for the dance,” I stated
and smiled as I began backing away. I watched his torn face turn
three shades of red before I turned to walk toward the courtyard.
It took maybe a minute for me to hear the clicking of heels behind
me.

Hook, line, and sinker.

I entered the secluded courtyard with Taylor
not far behind me.

“I’m not much for cat fights, Taylor,” I
announced, facing her.

“That’s what you’re doing out here, right?
You’ve come to confront the girl who dry humped your…whatever he
is…on the dance floor?” I assertively stated.

“How do you know my name?” she immediately
responded.

I cocked my head to the side. “That’s what
you ask? Really? Oh, come on, Taylor! Don’t let me down. I have
such high hopes for you. Let’s try that again.”

She hesitated, only for a moment. “Who are
you?”

I laughed. “Much better.” I walked closer and
moved the hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear. “I am
your future. Do you see what happened in there? I know you did. Did
you see how easy it was to make him want me? If I would have gotten
on my knees and blew him in front of the entire room, he would have
happily let me. It didn’t matter that he knew you were in the
room.” I paused to let my words sink in.

“Do you want to know what it feels like to
have men groveling at your feet? To have so much money that you
could literally wipe your pussy with a hundred dollar bill every
time you go to the bathroom and not think twice about it? How about
seeing the world? Huh? To feel like you are number one at every
moment of every day,” I enticed, watching her eyes fill with
wonder.

“You would be taken care of, wined and dined.
They will give you everything you have ever wanted and then some.
You check all of your inhibitions, judgments, assumptions, values,
and beliefs at the door, Taylor,” I blatantly declared.

“I can see it in your eyes, you want it.
Right or wrong, yes or no, devil or angel…they’re all just words,
nothing more, nothing less. All you have to do is say yes and I
will take you to the Promised Land. And I can guarantee you that
you will never look back.” I watched her smile and I knew I had
gotten to her.

I watched as her tongue slowly but purposely
moved out of her mouth to lick her lips. The tables turned fast.
Little Miss Taylor was provoking me.

“Would you like to know how to please a
woman, Taylor?” I whispered on the edge of her mouth, my lips
softly kissed the corner of hers, and I continued to peck kisses
till her mouth moved in unison with mine.

In an instant, her tongue found mine.

I took Taylor’s first virgin girl card that
night. It only took fourteen hours of Madam introducing me to her
to make her come in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much that girl
wanted it. Just goes to show that women do it better and blondes
will always have more fun.

I sat in my car, reeking of cheap perfume and
sex. I dialed Madam from my car phone the second I put it in
drive.

She answered on the second ring, “Madam.”

“It’s done. She will be at The Cathouse at
noon.”

Silence.

I could hear her breathing through the phone,
so I knew she hadn’t hung up.

“Goodnight,” I said, breaking the silence and
hanging up.

I
arrived in Madam’s office at 11:30 the next morning. She was
looking through some files and put them away as I walked toward
her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with an
annoyed tone.

“I’ve come to train my new recruit. She is
mine, isn’t she? I mean, I have already been between her legs and
now I would like to see her in between someone else’s.” I
satisfyingly smiled while I sat on the corner of her desk leaning
my body on my hands.

“Oh come on, Madam Dearest, are you pissed
off because it only took me a few hours to get her here or did
someone come on your face this morning and ruin your mascara?” I
said with raised eyebrows.

She crossed her arms and leaned back in her
chair. “You think you can handle the training of a new VIP? Just
because you got her here, doesn’t mean she will stay. Thus, get off
your high horse. It’s far from a done deal, Lilith,” she
snubbed.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how much I
made her scream my name last night. We can reenact it if you wish.
I could eat, I’m sort of getting hungry,” I snickered.

She shook her head. “You think you can handle
this…then by all means.” She handed me a business card. “I want
both of you there by ten.” I put the card in my cleavage.

The door opened and Taylor was escorted in.
She blushed the moment she saw me and I winked at her. I crossed my
legs on the desk and put my hands on my knees, like a lady.

“Taylor Vaughn, I presume,” Madam said,
looking the epitome of the hierarchy she presumed she was. Taylor
nodded.

“Darling, I don’t bite. Please have a
seat.”

Taylor sat mimicking the exact same position
I was in. This was going to be way too easy…

“Before we talk about anything else, let’s
talk about the logistics. By you coming here today, you have agreed
to move forward with Lilith’s proposition, I assume?” She nodded
again.

I watched carefully as Madam moved from her
seat to go sit by her, she grabbed her hands in a comforting,
almost motherly, gesture. This was the first time I had ever seen
Madam with a new VIP, I quickly realized how different our
introductions to the lifestyle were.

“I am a Madam. Do you know what that is,
Taylor?” she asked and Taylor shook her head no.

“Well…it’s a French word for a lady. It could
also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could mean a woman who owns a
brothel. Do you know what that is?”

She looked down at her lap. “Something to do
with prostitution, right?”

Madam smiled sincerely and grazed the side of
her cheek. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, prostitution is such an ugly word, and
it’s highly illegal,” she said in a high pitched voice.

She carefully grabbed her chin. “What I run
here is very much a legitimate business. I pay my taxes like any
other American citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this
home a The Cathouse; I have some very important high society sets
of clientele, who are looking for only the best. My little black
book is filled with names from all around the world; politicians,
celebrities, sheiks, princes, kings, doctors, men, and women, all
looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name
it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services
of all kinds, Taylor, not just sexual. We provide companionship,
you
escort
a client for a duration of time and they
pay.”

“Ok…and this is where I come in. I would be
with them?” she asked. I could see how much her interest had piqued
since she sat down.

“Absolutely. You are what makes me so
successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power
you hold with that tight little thing between your legs?”

It was amazing how easy it was to get inside
her head, to know her thoughts before she did. I knew her mind was
racing. She couldn’t take in everything that was happening around
her. I could see her having some sort of out of body experience.
Her brain wasn’t processing what she heard as fast as she would
have liked. She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She
stood there, thinking to herself for a few seconds in wonderment of
what Madam was implying. I turned when I heard the clicks of heels.
Madam was coming up behind her. She froze when she felt the tips of
her fingers stroll up and down her spine.

I swallowed the saliva that was building in
my mouth. This was completely different from how I approached her.
I was arrogant about it. Madam was smooth and charismatic; she knew
she was holding all of the power, but made Taylor believe
otherwise. I was watching her mind fuck the hell out of her, just
waiting for her to take the bait.