The Madam (16 page)

“Do you understand what I am telling you? I
want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other
woman.”

She was too frightened to turn around; I
could sense it all the way from where I was sitting. The saliva
that had been building in my mouth was now a lump in my throat.

“You want to fuck me?” she asked,
nervously.

“Yes I do, but not for the reasons that you
think,” she continued; while still rubbing her back, she kissed the
left side of her neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.”
She kissed the center of her neck. “I want to fuck you to please
you.” She kissed the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.”
She whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear, “More than
anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”

She closed her eyes, trying to soak in her
words.

“Make me what?” she managed to say.

Moving her fingers from Taylor’s back, she
cupped her chin, beckoning her to turn toward her. She did. Madam
looked deep her eyes and spoke with more conviction than I had ever
witnessed.

“I want to make you a VIP.”

She proceeded to tell her all about the
business and how everything worked. It was as if I was watching a
movie. Madam had a way with words, even her demeanor was different,
and I quickly recognized how threatened she felt by me. My father
was right, Madam got off on controlling people and with that came
power. She couldn’t do that with me, she knew that VIP would be
mine, and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing
she did have control over was
when
it would be mine.

I learned a lot that afternoon. Madam was
like a mother to her VIPs. She was captivating and alluring, the
way she related every single detail of what was to come was
astonishing. She painted a picture of it all with such strength and
tenacity; the determination in her voice and the eloquence of her
very existence was incredible. I was already a VIP and I was ready
to sign my soul away on the dotted line. Madam’s charisma had a
magnetic pull and Taylor was the iron.

Taylor was excused to take care of all the
necessary details of being a VIP.

I removed the business card from my cleavage.
“I thought we weren’t going to be working for a while. Is this date
going to be PG?” I sarcastically questioned.

“That gentlemen is good to go, Lilith. I
would never put you in harm’s way,” she said moving the hair out of
my face.

“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously responded.

She smiled victoriously. “The limo will pick
you up first and then it will go get her, all right?” I nodded.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. I’m proud to
have you as my daughter,” she softly spoke.

“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously smiled back at her,
wondering what game she was playing.

Madam was the queen of manipulation. She
would take, take, and take, until she could feel you on the verge
of the landing, and only then would she give.

But actions will
always
speak louder
than words.

I dressed in a tight blue strapless corset
dress with lace up heels. The limo arrived at 9:15 pm and I was
once again greeted with a glass of champagne. It didn’t take long
for us to get to her new condo and I watched as she exited her
building, her new makeover full in effect. She was glowing. It made
me contemplate the awakening of one’s persona…

Haven’t you ever felt like that?

Primal, hungry, a thirst, an itch, an ache
for the unknown?

That was VIP.

She was handed champagne and I could tell she
was caught off guard when she saw me sitting in the limo, though
she politely smiled with a hint of bashfulness behind it. She sat
across from me and within minutes, she was fidgeting with her hands
in her lap.

I grabbed the vile that I had in my purse for
just this reason. I could sense she was watching my every move
playing the fiddle of the innocent girl card very well.

“Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath but nodded.

“Taylor, we are way past playing coy, aren’t
we? I’ve already seen your landing strip,” I declared, bringing my
pinky up to my nose and sniffing.

“You want? I share,” I stated in a teasing
voice.

“I don’t do drugs,” she responded in a
serious tone.

I chuckled. “I don’t either.”

“I’ve never done anything like that
before.”

“Never say never,” I encouraged, handing her
the vile.

She grabbed it, like I knew she would, and
repeated the same process I just did. “It burns.”

“Give it a minute to work its magic. She
moves quickly.”

The limo stopped and she handed me the vile
with a satisfied smile on her face. I stepped out and grabbed her
hand and we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite. The doors
opened to the suite and Madam and a gentleman I had never seen met
us.

“Girls,” Madam said, “this is Luke. Luke,
this is Lilith and Taylor.”

He leaned in and kissed each of our cheeks
and guided us toward the living room. The camera setup that was in
the corner caught Taylor’s and my attention immediately. Madam
sensed it like she does everything and grabbed Taylor’s hand from
Luke to sit next to her on the couch. Luke handed each of us a
glass of champagne.

“Luke is aware that this is your first time
with a client. You’re nervous, darling. I can feel it all the way
over here. Please, don’t be nervous, nothing is going to happen
that you don’t want to happen. You need to remember, that you run
the show, Taylor. I am a mere spectator.” She downed her glass of
champagne in one gulp.

“Why is there a camera set up?” she blurted
out. Madam cocked a smile at her.

“You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?
Before we talk about that, let’s talk about the logistics. By you
coming here today, you have agreed to move forward with my
proposition, I assume?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“The most important thing that you need to
remember is that you never discuss anything about being a VIP to
anyone. This is a legal business; I require the utmost discretion
from my girls.” She nodded.

“Since we established a comradery earlier
today, how about I answer your question,” she suggested.

“This camera is for you, darling.” She
smiled. “Well…not just for you, it’s for you, and Luke.” Taylor
looked between it and Luke with excitement and trepidation.

“He is going to teach you how to please your
clients. The camera is going to record this scene in order for you
to watch what you look like when you’re with a client. It will be
sort of a tutorial that you can study and grow from. Luke is very
good at what he does. He is actually one of my top clients.” She
turned to me.

“Lilith, baby, will you go get that robe.” I
slid from the couch to retrieve it.

“This career will let you embrace all of
life’s pleasures, the pleasure of pleasing your clients, and most
importantly…the pleasure of pleasing yourself,” she said.

Madam moved to sit on the opposite side of
the couch, and I handed Taylor the robe while she sat beside me. I
glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly at us and
noticed a little green light blinking. I hadn’t realized my role in
all of this, but I moved when Luke made his way toward Taylor.

My
attention went back to the scene before me, and all I could see was
the trepidation all over her face when he whispered something into
her ear. He started to caress the side of her neck with his hand,
and on the other side, he laid soft tender kisses. He continued his
journey of touching and trying to seduce her, Taylor had her eyes
closed the entire time. Her movements, demeanor, attitude, and
appearance were all wrong. This wasn’t the same woman that I had
been with the night before, her confidence and allure was gone.

I turned to see if Madam caught on and if she
was going to put a stop to it and assist the girl. What startled me
was that she was on her phone; she wasn’t paying any attention to
what was happening in front of her.

VIP isn’t ever about our clients, it’s not
about giving, it’s about taking.

We take it all and it’s handed to us on a
silver-fucking platter with a bright red bow.

We run the goddamn show.

The sound of my heels brought Madam’s
attention to me. Taylor hadn’t noticed that I moved to sit next to
her, but her eyes were still closed. I grabbed her by her chin
bringing her attention to me. Luke noticed and cocked his head to
the side in confusion.

I ignored him and looked right into Taylor’s
eyes.

“Don’t worry about the camera, Taylor…don’t
worry about Luke, just focus on me, okay?” I said in a sultry tone
and she nodded.

“Sweet and innocent, Taylor.” My voice was
low pitched; it was soothing and intoxicating. I kissed her lips
lightly enjoying the savor of strawberry from her lip-gloss.

“I can tell already that you and I are going
to be amazing friends. I started off a little like you. You remind
me a lot of myself,” I lied, continuing to praise her as I pulled
both straps of her dress down to expose her breasts. Her demeanor
had slightly changed, her white skin started to get rosy, and her
nipples were hard.

I knew what I had to do; I had to make her
feel comfortable. I had to make her feel like I knew what she was
thinking, feeling, wanting. I did know all of those things, but not
from my own experience. I knew all of that because I was that
fucking good at what I do.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; I
was made for this.

And soon, Madam would see it all too
clearly.

“I knew I wanted more out of life, I couldn’t
quite put my finger on it,” I explained, moving to crouch on the
floor. Never taking my eyes from hers, I tugged on the hem of her
dress, beckoning her to shimmy out of it. I slid the dress over her
ankles and placed it on the table. She sat there in just her
panties and heels, not really knowing what to think. The hesitation
was still written on her face, but now there was also temptation. I
glanced over at Madam, noticing the look of satisfaction on her
face. I wanted to make her happy. For whatever reason, I still
wanted to please her. I also wanted to show her that I could do it
better.

I knew what the fuck I was doing.

Taylor needed to be cherished; she needed to
feel enticed, as if she was being provoked and tempted. Some women
can’t be thrown into the wild and survive; it takes a very special
breed to be able to find their way out without a guidebook. I was
Taylor’s guidebook. I would mold her to what I wanted her to
be.

Always lead by example.

I turned my attention back to Taylor.
“Phew…you are going to make clients very happy…your body is a
paradise,” I admired. “Isn’t she perfect, Luke?” He nodded with a
huge grin on his face. He expected what was to come.

I rose, resting my weight on my knees and
etching my lips on her collarbone, I blew soft breaths on her skin.
I felt her breath catch, as I lightly caressed the sides of her
breasts. She was awakened, and her nervousness was vaguely
perceptible.

“Your breasts are round, plump, and
perky.”

My tantalizing breaths progressed to the
middle of her breasts. Which caused another hidden gasp to be
released.

“Your nipples are just the right size.”

I looked up at her face, and continued
caressing the sides of her breasts.

“I know you don’t see it, but you’re
radiating sexuality; you were made for this. There are very few
women in this world who are made for pleasure, for giving and
receiving such pleasure, and you are one of them. We are few and
far between, Taylor.”

My hands skimmed the sides of her body until
I stopped at the edges of her panties. With my index fingers, I
began to slide them down. She slipped out one leg at a time. My
nails lightly skimmed the sides of her legs leaving a trail of
warmth behind her.

“The shoes stay on,” I asserted.

I grabbed the robe and she extended her arm
while I slid it on; I left it open in the front. I moved to sit
down next to her and I could sense her disappointment that she was
clothed again. She was riding the thrill, this was all new to her,
it was a high that she couldn’t even begin to explain. I knew this
because I felt that same high once; and I continued to look for
something, anything that matched that feeling. This, training
Taylor, was a high unlike any other. I knew this was the kind of
high that would never go away, and I was going to make sure of
that.

She had a gleam in her eyes, one that I
recognized because I was damn sure I was born with it there; the
one that always kept them coming back for more.

It was working. I found even myself wanting
more as I knelt down in front of her. “Spread your legs, Taylor,” I
demanded, in a soft tone. She did as she was told and the
excitement on her face was informative. She could feel all our
gazes on every inch of her body. I could feel the yearning and
hunger in the room.

We were the predators and she was our
prey.

“Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it
would be, you’re just the right shade of pink. That pleases me,”
Madam stated while inspecting her pussy. I wanted to be the one
doing the praising, but as much as I didn’t want to hear Madam, I
knew there were still things she could teach me. Although I’m sure
there was more that I could teach her.

Taylor’s eyes said everything that we wanted
to know.

She was adored. She was wanted. She was
loved.

Her nerves had subsided and she felt aroused.
I could see that her core was throbbing and all she craved was
relief. She suppressed the urge to touch herself; I could see her
dainty fingers twitching at the seams. I turned to her and twirled
her hair, as I had seen Madam do earlier. I moved her hair to my
nose and inhaled. She didn’t seem surprised by my forwardness.