The Madam (30 page)

I didn’t have to be in her mind to know
this…I know because I lived it.

I have told you from the beginning VIPs
aren’t made, they’re born.

She immediately wanted to know how to have
the same power I had just apprehended from her. She wanted to know
what I meant by her being in control of everything around her. She
hesitantly walked over to the mirror. She could see her own
reflection as well as mine looking back at her.

“What did you mean by me being able to have
control?” she asked.

I smiled for everything that I already knew
she was capable of. “My, my, a small little kitten one minute and a
tiger the next. I think we are going to form a beautiful
relationship, my Bella Rosa. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you
are? We could both gain something miraculous from our relationship
together.”

She was still giving me some quizzical look
through the mirror, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, a mutually beneficial relationship,
one where you and I both gain something. I could be like a mother
to you. Do you need a mother, Ysabelle?” I asked.

I was treading a thin line, I knew it would
have pissed her off to remind her of her mother, but I wanted to
see all of her emotions. See, emotions make you weak and she needed
to learn how to control hers, and I was going to teach her; but
first I needed to learn them.

“Listen, lady, I don’t need a mother. I have
one of those and I haven’t seen or heard from her in two years. I
can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a very long time.
So can you cut the shit and theatrics now, and just tell me what
the fuck you meant.” And then, I fucking smiled at her, a big,
huge, shit-eating grin smile.

“You’re absolutely perfect, Ysabelle. You’re
everything that I look for in my girls. You’re the epitome of
innocence, seductress, and feisty. All you would need is some
guidance, and you would make me so proud,” I said with so much
enthusiasm, I was visualizing everything I had in mind for her.
“You would have men crawling at your feet, just begging you for
some attention. I can see it now. You would be my favorite
girl.”

She had no fucking clue what I was talking
about. I could tell I was getting on her nerves and that she wanted
to get back to work.

“Okay, lady, you’re obviously wasting my time
and I need to get back to work. Thanks for feeling me up in the
bathroom. I hope you had a great time! I can now add first bisexual
encounter to my resume of fucked-upped-experiences.” She turned to
get the hell out of there. My mood and demeanor instantly changed,
she needed to know now that she should never piss me off. I grabbed
her by the hair so fast, and with enough force, to jerk her head
backwards.

“Don’t bite the hand that will fucking feed
you, Ysabelle. That’s the first rule that you need to learn, you
also need some goddamn manners.” I jerked her head back some more,
causing her to whimper. “Are you done being a little bitch, or do I
need to re-evaluate our relationship?” She nodded her head. I was
vicious, ruthless, and didn’t give a fuck that I may have hurt her.
Bella Rosa needed to know where to march in line and to never move
out of place. I let her go with a genuine, motherly smile.

“All right then, let’s try this again.” I
made my personality instantly change back to being prim and proper,
like I wasn’t just about rip her hair from her head. I could be
whatever you wanted or needed me to be, and she would learn how to
do that as well. I reached into my purse, pulled out a black VIP
business card, and handed it to her. She looked at the front of it
and then flipped it over.

“Be there tomorrow at three,” I demanded.

“I have to work tomorrow.” I looked at her
and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’ll see you at three, Ysabelle, have a good
night.” I kissed both her cheeks and left the bathroom. She didn’t
leave the bathroom for several minutes and I knew she was just
looking at the card and wondering what the hell had just happened.
I knew one thing for sure; she would be there tomorrow at
three.

I had
no doubt in my mind that she would show up when I told her to, but
I hadn't expected her to be five minutes early. It was a feeling I
couldn't describe...still can't. But there she was, dressed in a
silky white gown that left very little to the imagination. She was
a goddess. It was like a dream come true. I watched silently as she
stared at the fireplace in the room, so I clicked it on, surprising
her. She turned around, eyes growing wide as she saw me. I told
Hector to get some champagne; I knew she would need it as I watched
her nervous ticks. Her knee was bouncing rapidly, and I could
practically hear her heart beating against her chest.

“You know, beautiful girl, I have been
following you around for quite some time. You have several men and
women who are very taken by you.” I watched, as her eyes grew wide,
I knew I had scared her some, like a frightened kitten.

“That night at the bar was the first time I
had ever seen you." Her voice was timid, even though she was trying
to sound strong. I could see through it. I could see right through
her.

“It was the first time I allowed myself to be
seen. I realize that you like your privacy, which is something I
admire and respect. You don’t have many friends. They’re more like
acquaintances, another trait that I look for. You wear your
sexuality on your sleeve, and unlike most women, you know that when
you walk into a room, people turn. You thrive on that attention,
which I admire also. Although, I am concerned about your boss. Is
Devon going to be a problem?” I wasn't worried about Devon...The
Madam doesn't worry about anyone. It was her response, "not at all"
that made the sky open and the rays of sunshine shine down on her.
She was perfect. I couldn't wait to try her out to see just how
perfect she was.

“Well then, I am sure you’re wondering why I
asked you to my home today. I want to begin by saying that you look
beautiful. Almost, like a sacrificial lamb in that white dress. Is
that what you think this is, Bella Rosa, am I the big bad wolf? Are
you trying to tell me you’re an innocent, little virgin?” She
didn’t say anything and it irritated me a little; I wanted her to
respect me, not fear me.

“You know, I’m not fond of this cat and mouse
game, I feel like you’re playing with me. You are free to speak
your mind, ask me anything you would like to know.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Why am I here?” I
laughed internally, Ysabelle didn’t like to be pushed, and if she
was, she would push back. That’s a quality that I have always
admired about her.

“Hmmm direct, I like that about you. You
don’t like to putter around; you want to get to the point and
that’s that. In my line of work, that’s a very good quality to
have. Would you like to know what I do?” She nodded.

“I am a Madam. Do you know what that is,
Bella Rosa?” I asked and she shook her head no. This was
practically a scene I could have played out without a script. All
the girls always responded the same. It didn’t matter to me, though
it made my job easier.

“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?” My mother's words spilling from
my lips as if they were mine to begin with.

She looked down at her lap. “Like a place of
prostitution?” That response pissed me off but I couldn’t show her
that. My girls are never to be called prostitutes and I would bury
whoever tried to say so.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, prostitution is such an ugly
word, and it’s highly illegal,” I said in a high pitched voice.

“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 place 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.” I
cocked my head to the side. “You name it and I probably have it. My
place of business provides services of all kinds, Bella Rosa, not
just sexual. We provide companionship, you
escort
a client
for a duration of time and they pay.”

“Ok…what does that have to do with me?” she
asked with piqued interest. I had her…I could have stopped there
and she would have come back, but I didn’t want her to just come
back. I wanted her to live, breathe, and love VIP.

“It has absolutely everything to do with you,
Bella Rosa. 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?”

I could see the wheels turning behind her
eyes. She couldn’t process everything that was happening all around
her. Her mind wasn’t processing what she heard me say as fast as
she would have liked. She stood up and walked over to the
fireplace. I would give her a minute to think about what I was
propositioning her with and let it sink in. I didn’t want her to
think too much about it and I knew subconsciously her mind was
already made up. Society can fuck you up with what they think is
acceptable and what is not. I wanted her to know that she could
make her own rules, and not give one damn about what people
thought.

What’s life without a little controversy…

She turned when she heard the clicks of my
heels coming up behind her. She froze when she felt the tip of one
finger stroll up and down her spine. I watched her throat work hard
to swallow the saliva that had built in her mouth.

People say they see their lives flash before
their eyes just before they die...I saw mine just before I felt
alive. I saw my mother with Taylor on that fateful day. The day I
realized how it all worked. I saw it as vividly as I saw Ysabelle
in front of me. I didn't need to think about my words. I didn't
need to plan my next moves. They just came to me as if I was meant
for this one moment in my life. As if I was born for this one
purpose.

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

“Yes I do, not for the reasons that you
think.” I continued to rub her back as I kissed the left side of
her neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.” I kissed the
center of her neck. “I want to fuck you to please you.” I kissed
the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.” I whispered in
her ear, “More than anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”

She closed her eyes, trying to soak in my
words just as I had seen Taylor once do.

“Make me what?” she managed to ask.

Moving my fingers from her back, I cupped her
chin, beckoning her to turn toward me. She did. I looked deep into
her eyes and spoke with more conviction than I ever had, exactly
like my mother.

“I want to make you a VIP.”

She called the next morning. I didn’t even
have to be told it was her on the line when the intercom spoke, I
felt her in my bones. It was as if we were one person. Ysabelle was
my means to an end. I would stop at nothing to get her, and keep
her.

Remember that…

“Bella Rosa,” I said. She was caught off
guard that I knew it was her. She didn’t say anything.

“Are you there?” I asked. She still didn’t
say anything.

I had to calm her nerves, ease her fear and
trepidation. I was her Madam with or without her consent, but I
would much rather have her hand it to me freely.

“My Bella Rosa, I can hear you breathing, my
beautiful girl,” I declared.

“I’m here…I thought about it last night and I
want to do this,” she blurted out. Her words came out rushed as if
she was saying them before she had a chance to change her mind and
hang up. That hurt and offended me.

“I know that I could make you proud.” And
just like that, it went away.

“I know that you can, too. I never had any
doubts. Do you work tonight?” I asked.

“I quit, before I came to see you yesterday.”
She didn’t have to tell me, I knew the moment she walked into my
house that she was a VIP.

“As I knew you would. I’ll see you at six
this evening.”

“Bella Rosa…” I turned around and took her in, I gestured for her
to sit on the settee.

“Please, make yourself comfortable and sit
wherever you feel at ease.”

She moved to the couch in the middle. I moved
to sit opposite of her, thinking she may want some space before I
disclosed what was on the itinerary for the night. I handed her a
glass of champagne, I knew she would need it.

“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, Bella Rosa. I am a mere spectator.” She downed
the entire glass of champagne in one gulp. I wanted to tell her
that ladies don’t gulp, but I held back. We would get to that; we
would get to everything.

“Why is there a camera set up?” she uttered.
I cocked a smile at her.

Ysabelle was also impatient; definitely
something we would need to work on.

“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, she wanted to say
something fresh…but she didn’t. Smart girl.

“All right then, let me begin by explaining
how all of this works, Bella Rosa. Oh, and please feel free to
interrupt me at any time if you have questions.”