The Madam (20 page)

He put me in my place and I returned the
favor.

In October of 1986, President Reagan signed
the Anti Drug Act and things moved quickly, as did I. I waited and
watched how members of the high society started to crumble, each
hitting their own demise, one right after the other. I personally
got to witness the rise and demise of it all, and I’m not just
talking about “La Blanca Cuidad”.

It was New Years Eve and Madam had a huge
celebration at The Cathouse; she invited over five hundred people.
It was the who’s who of Miami socialites. It wasn’t her normal VIP
party, although that was happening behind closed doors, it was more
like a gala type event. I wore a black fitted gown that exposed my
cleavage and had a low back neckline. I mingled and played nice
until the clock struck 10:00 pm.

I grabbed everything that I needed and made
my way upstairs to her office. I precisely placed every document on
her desk, making sure that every last one was as visible as it
could be. I sat in her chair and waited.

At 10:15 pm, Madam walked in, followed by
Mika.

I smiled because I could see the confusion
all over her face. “What are you doing in my office?” she asked in
a seething tone.

“Correction…what are you doing in MY office,”
I replied in the same manner.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Things are going to start
changing,
Mother
.” I hadn’t called her mother since I was
seventeen years old; she was my Madam, but not anymore. She looked
like I had slapped her across the face.

“Get the fuck out of my office before I have
you escorted out, and don’t you dare refer to me as anything other
than your Madam. I will wipe that sorry ass smirk from your face if
it ever falls from your mouth again. Do you understand me?” she
roared. I set the line and she bit the hook. Now it was just time
to reel her in.

I sat in the oversized chair, leaning forward
with my elbows on the desk. My shoulders were squared to let her
know I meant business. I stared at her while I held my hands
together in front of me. It may have looked like I was saying a
prayer, but in reality, she's the one that needed it.

“I believe I have something that may interest
you, better yet, I know it will. You see these documents that are
so perfectly organized? All of them have your name and signature on
them. You see, Mother Dearest, for the last two years Pablo, Mika,
and I have been transporting enormous amounts of cocaine to the
states. We have dealt to thousands of distributors all around the
world; but here’s the catch, it is all tied back to you.” I smiled
like a Cheshire cat.

“All it takes is for me to send these
documents to the DEA, and not only will your ass fry in federal
prison for this lifetime, it may go on to other lifetimes as
well…just saying.” I mocked in an exaggerated tone.

“Who the fuck do you think you are,
Lilith?”

“I’m your daughter. The seed of your spawn.
Apple of your eye,” I said.

“I honestly don’t want to turn you in. I
really don’t. I love you in my own fucked up way; you gave me life
and showed me the way. I appreciate everything you have ever done
for me. I promise. However, the time has come for you to step down.
You have all the money in the world. You could travel and you know,
enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

She slowly walked over to me. “You think you
can intimidate me? Scare me away? You’re swimming in the big girl
pond, don’t make me drown you.”

“From where I am standing I’m not the one
that’s choking. The tables have turned. I am no longer the little
girl standing outside the window looking in. I hold all the power.
All of these documents are ready to be mailed. Just say the word
and we will all remain silent. One big happy family,” I explained
in a singing voice.

“I’ve created a monster,” she announced.

“No, Mother. You’ve created a Madam. All’s
fair in business and money. Take the gavel and pass it the fuck
on.”

She folded her arms and sat in the chair in
front of
my
desk. Mika sat in the other. She looked over at
him.

“You fucking moron. How many times have I
bailed your ass out of jail! And you do this to me? You think you
can get away with this?” she yelled.

“I already have! Cut the shit, Mother. Just
bow down. It would all go so much smoother if you would tuck your
goddamn tail between your legs and just accept it. I could do
things that you’ve only dreamed of; I’m the fresh fucking face of
VIP. I’m young, vibrant, and eager. You should be proud. This has
been very thought out. There is nothing you can do to change the
fact that when you walk out of this office, you are no longer in
charge. Happy fucking New Year.”

“You think I’m going to walk away that easy,
Lilith. VIP is MINE! And until I say so, it’s not leaving my hands,
don’t for one second think I won’t take you the fuck out for
this.”

I laughed and cocked my head to the side.
“What makes YOU think that there aren’t guns pointing at you this
very second? I’m not scared of you. That is a gun in my pocket and
it is very happy to see you.”

“Fuck you!” she shouted, lunging over the
table to come at me.

My chair fell back from the force of her
impact. I knew she would go down fighting. I was expecting it.

I grabbed the gun and pointed it directly at
her forehead. I would never pull the trigger and it wasn’t loaded.
But she didn’t have to know that.

"This feels a little familiar, doesn't it,
Mother? In this office with a gun in my hand. You told me you were
glad to see I had it in me to pull the trigger...still proud? It's
game over, Mother...I WON! I am the Queen Bee...I don't take shit
from anyone. That's what you taught me, isn't it? I am every
fucking thing you ever wanted me to be. Back. The. Fuck. Up." She
removed herself from me and got up. I grabbed Mika’s hand that he
held out to help me up.

I composed myself as I watched my mother from
the corner of my eye. She turned to face me with a huge smile on
her face, which caught me off guard.

“Touché,” she said as she clapped her hands.
“There comes a time where everything must come to an end, my time
has come. You want to be in my red soles, darling, then you wear
them to sleep. Don’t ever take them off, you trust no one, even
me,” she declared. She took one last look at her surroundings and
walked out.

I sighed. “Well, that went better than I was
expecting.”

Mika smiled, “Is it fucked up that I have a
massive hard-on for you right now?”

I grinned. “I have a present.”

He turned when he heard the door open from
behind him and in walked Layla. She had been with VIP for almost a
year. She was a Miami native with brown curly hair, bright hazel
doll-eyes, and lips that were made to suck cock. I hadn’t gotten
the opportunity to play with her yet. She was wearing a black bra
with matching panties and garter set. She looked tasty.

She strolled over to Mika and began
unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes went to Layla’s face, which was
looking back at me.

“It’s my party and I can come if I want to,”
I vowed and unzipped the side of my dress, making it fall to the
floor. I was wearing red panties, a garter belt holding up thigh
high stockings, heels, and no bra.

I observed as Layla completely undressed
Mika, leaving him naked and hard. She never took her eyes away from
me; she knew who controlled the room and scene. I sat at the edge
of my desk and crossed my legs.

“Get on your knees, Layla.” I demanded. She
did as she was told and sat on the heels of her feet; Mika grinned
and grabbed the back of her neck.

“Eh, eh, eh, did I say you could touch her? I
don’t think so. Play by my rules or get the fuck out.” He laughed
and removed his hands, placing them on his sides.

“Grab your cock, Mika. Show Layla how you
love to stroke it and tell her what you want her to do to it.”

He grabbed his dick from the base and held it
at attention. Layla greedily took it all in, his smell, stance, and
demeanor. His hand moved possessively and with purpose from the
base to the tip, never letting up on the twist and turn motion.

“I want you to open your beautiful, wet,
tight mouth and take me deep in the back of your throat until you
gag. I want to fuck your face, while you tug and caress my balls.
Let me feel the graze of your teeth as you take me in and out, and
then I want you to suck on the head of my cock and swallow all of
the pre-come that oozes out of my dick. You think you can handle
that?” he added.

“Do as he says, Layla. I want to watch you
salivate down the sides of your face.” She opened her mouth wide
and Mika forcefully plunged in, making her gag and moan. His hips
thrust deep, hard, and fast. She could barely keep up, but that
didn’t mean she didn’t try. Layla sucked his cock like her life
depended on it. She indeed had all his pre-come dripping from her
mouth. It only stimulated Mika more by having the wet suction of it
all.

I let it carry on for a few minutes and
strode my happy and eager ass over there. I fervently kissed Mika,
savoring each and every feel of his wet demanding mouth. My body
pushed Layla’s face harder and it restricted her movement into
Mika’s groan as he pumped firmer and with more urgency. He wanted
to come and I wasn’t going to let him.

I pulled her head back and Mika groaned. I
bit his lip before moving away from him to look down at Layla, who
was politely but willingly waiting for my next command. I got down
on my knees next to her and grazed my hand on the side of her face
and she leaned into my embrace. I placed two fingers into her mouth
and told her to suck. She repeated the same process on my fingers
as she did to Mika’s dick mere seconds before.

Mika crouched down to our level to get a
better view of her sucking my fingers with the same tentativeness
she just portrayed for his cock.

“Remove her panties and bra.” He removed the
panties first and then her bra, never once stopping to touch one
ounce of her body that she so desperately craved. I slowly removed
my fingers from her mouth and worked my way down her body, stopping
on her pubic bone. I traced the outer lips of her pussy,
deliberately gentle and soft; she panted in appreciation. I let my
index finger swipe her opening, never parting her lips to give her
what she wanted.

I licked my lips and watched her mimic the
seductiveness of my tongue. I grabbed her by her neck and laid her
down. I spread her legs wide open.

“Mika, do you want to play with the pretty
pussy?” He nodded.

“Beg me,” I asserted.

“Angel,” he stated in a serious tone.

“Madam,” I reminded him with authority.

He lowered and shook his head; the
disappointment was seething off him. I could sense that his mind
was spinning trying to process everything; that one word changed
everything for us, especially for me. He couldn’t possibly believe
that I wouldn’t change, or maybe he did. Either way I didn’t need
his opinion or approval.

“Madam got your tongue?” I taunted. “I have
something to make it better.” I repositioned Layla on her front,
making her ass lift slightly higher. I poured some cocaine that I
had in a vile on Layla’s ass cheek. I snorted half of it, and Mika
followed suit.

“Are we friends now?” I provoked.

“
Angel…
we never stopped being
friends.” I narrowed my eyes at him and placed my attention back to
Layla. My face went to the back of her neck, breathing her in. She
smelled like sex and lust, my two favorite combinations. I lightly
blew air and trailed soft kisses to her shoulder blades, leaving
her skin aroused and alarmed.

“Layla, since Mika isn’t playing nice how
about we play without him.” I said, staring only into Mika’s
eyes.

I continued to make my way down until I got
to the crevice of her ass. I licked her pucker and she hummed.
Mika’s cock bounced, I smiled and licked her again. I seductively
walked my fingers down her spine and to the curve of her ass. I
spanked her hard. She yelped and moaned at the same time, which
only made me do it again. I spanked her until her ass was red and
my hand hurt.

See, sex got Mika off but not as much as
S&M. He liked pain, he loved to watch it, feel it, and do it. I
never played fair. I knew how to get what I wanted, even if I had
to play dirty.

“What do you want me to do?” he pleaded.

“I want you to spit on your hand and push
your finger in to the second knuckle.”

“Where?”

I spanked her ass. “Anywhere you want.” I
spanked her again and her whole body vibrated.

He leaned into her ear, “Huh, you dirty girl?
You like that don’t you. You want me to stick my fingers in your
cunt or your ass? Tell me, baby…where do you want it?” he
dominated.

She panted, “I want it wherever Madam wants
me to have it.”

I spanked her again. “Good girl. Stick them
in her ass.” She swayed her hips back and forth, in a silent plea
of asking for it. Mika did exactly what I told him to do and eased
his fingers into her pucker. She cried out in desperation, her
entire body quivered, from her fingertips to her toes. She pushed
back onto his fingers, making him go deeper and harder. He obliged
but just for a minute.

I told you he was sadist. He spit in his
other hand and wrapped that one around his cock, he stroked up and
down making it wet. He aimed it at her ass and hit her with it.

“You want his cock, Layla?”

“Mmmm…I want what Madam wants,” she
repeated.

I pulled her hair at the nook of her neck.
“You’re such a good girl.” I pulled her hair harder with every
accented word I praised. I motioned with a nod for Mika to thrust
his cock where I knew he wanted it. He nudged at her anus and I
watched as he filled her completely; her insatiable body took him
in.