The Madam (32 page)

“I wanted you then. I know a VIP when I see
one, and you, I wanted. The young lad volunteered all of the
information I was after for a dime bag of weed. He told me that you
had graciously taken his virginity. What a noble soul you are, my
Bella Rosa.

“Like I said, I do extensive investigating on
all of my VIPs, way before you are even aware that I even exist. I
talked to five of your fellow…what did you call it?” I asked,
tapping my chin in deep thought. “Oh, yes, blowjobs. Pro bono blow
jobs if you will. Every one of the boys that I spoke with assured
me with attitudes that there was something wrong with you. They
informed me that you gave a hell of a hand-job, and a mean
blowjob,
but that you wouldn’t put out for anything. I like
that about you my sweet girl. You stand your ground.

“You were a young lady when you came here; I
needed to wait until you were a woman before I made my move. I am
aware that you have not been with a single man since you have
arrived here. I am also pleasantly surprised by
that…impressive.”

“How did you know where I came from?” I could
sense she was starting to feel a little apprehensive about it all.
I’m sure I wouldn’t trust anyone that told me they knew everything
about me either. But she needed to know that I wasn’t just
anyone.

“Bella Rosa, where did we agree to leave
history?” I felt disappointed that I had to repeat myself.

“In the past.”

“Good girl. You did a boy a favor and gained
a little pleasure for yourself. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Well that’s not the only reason I did it,
and I wouldn’t exactly call it pleasurable.”

“Now now…I know that. Let’s call it baby
steps toward the right direction.” I kissed her shoulder in an
effort to calm her some.

“So in essence, being with a man might feel
uncomfortable for you the first couple of times. I would like to
leave that for another day, from my experience, being with a woman
first is much easier. It’s better.”

Brooke brought me the robe. I took it and
began to lower the zipper of Ysabelle’s dress. I felt lost in the
moment, like it was a dream. I had waited what seemed like an
eternity for this to become a reality, and now it was. I was on a
high, feeling euphoria that I had never in my life felt before.

“I don’t want you to think of this as taboo,
or put a label on it. Straight, gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, it’s all
so gauche. We’re in an open-minded era, Ysabelle. 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.” I paused to let it all sink in. She needed to understand
that in this life, there were no labels or boundaries.

“Are you ready?”

She took in a deep breath at the same time I
let one out. It was a symbol of me giving myself to her and her
breathing me in.

“Yes.”

I moved to sit on the opposite side of the
couch and handed Brooke the robe, while she sat beside Ysabelle.
She glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly at them and
she noticed the little green light blinking. Brooke knew exactly
what her role was, I had trained her for years, and this was truly
the time that she was going to prove herself to me. It was as much
of a test for Ysabelle as it was for Brooke.

Brooke grabbed her chin and brought her
attention back to her.

“Don’t worry about the camera, Bella…just
focus on me, okay?” I had seen Brooke do this plenty of times with
other VIPs, but this was the first time that it really meant
something to me. The way she looked at Ysabelle with such want and
abandonment wasn’t anything that could be learned, it was innate.
Brooke was my pride and joy, and watching her take control of naïve
Ysabelle was a gift.

“I like the name Bella, too,” Ysabelle
rattled with a nervy voice. I hated that voice.

“Great! 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.” My mind wandered to Taylor and how I
had used those exact same lines on her; and to watch Brooke pull it
off so effortlessly was like watching someone take candy from a
baby.

“Phew…you are going to make clients very
happy…your body is a paradise,” Brooke praised.

I couldn’t agree with her more. Ysabelle was
gorgeous. Her body was made for sex; it was sinful. I praised it
from afar; Ysabelle reminded me of myself at her age, it was like
looking into a mirror.

Brooke’s hands skimmed the sides of
Ysabelle’s body until she stopped at the edges of her panties. With
her index fingers, she began to slide them down. Ysabelle slipped
out one leg at a time.

I couldn’t help but feel excited. A part of
me wished this could go in slow motion, because I wanted to capture
the moment; I didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t wait any
longer…

“Spread your legs, Bella Rosa,” I demanded in
a soft tone. She did as she was told. Ysabelle’s face always
disclosed everything- the glow on her skin, the light in her eyes;
she was feeling the thrill of it all. She felt our gazes on every
inch of her body. She could feel the yearning and hunger in the
room. It didn’t matter that I was sitting across the room; I could
tell it made her pussy throb.

“Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it
would be, you’re just the right shade of cream. It’s a nice
surprise that you don’t have any tan lines. Your caramel skin color
is natural. That pleases me,” I assured her while inspecting her
pussy.

She loved every second of it. It was a
necessity for her to know that she was adored, she was wanted, and
she was loved. I pondered the thought if my mother felt like this
when she watched me with Taylor. I intimidated my mother; it had
always been that way. That’s the main difference between me and
her. I knew that VIP needed to be handed over to someone; I don’t
think my mother would have ever let go if I hadn’t taken it. My
girls make me proud. They show me all that I have taught them.

They shine, I shine, we all shine…

What happened next caught me off guard;
Ysabelle turned to Brooke and twirled her hair, as I had once done
to her. There was an overflow of emotions as I watched her take
control. She was surpassing all my expectations tenfold. It was one
of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Ysabelle took to
being a VIP like a dream. It was inbred in her. She wanted the
control like she wanted her next breath, and it was apparent how
far she would go for it.

“I knew you would be like this, Bella Rosa. I
knew, once given the chance, you would surpass any thought I would
have imagined,” I proclaimed.

The rest of the scene continued just as I had
instructed Brooke, and Ysabelle responded to each and every test
with nothing but perfection. She took control when she needed to
and she let herself be seduced when it was appropriate. A mere
vision of such flawlessness was enough to bring me to my knees. She
had me. I would have paid any amount of money to fuck her and
that’s exactly the attitude that she needed for success as one of
my girls. I knew then, just what I know now…

Ysabelle is and will always be a VIP.

Over the course of the next few days,
Ysabelle got pampered and acquainted with her new luxuries. At
first, she was dismayed, though she quickly adjusted. I woke up
early one morning, eager to get Ysabelle started on the day’s
tasks. I had a full schedule and itinerary planned for her. I
usually loathed this part of the preparation, and although it was
necessary, it was also tedious. But it was different with her; I
wanted to be a part of every step in her journey. I felt like God
had given me a chance to have a daughter, and I was not going to
take that responsibility lightly.

“Thank you, love, yes right over there by the
breakfast bar.” I ushered the concierges with a tray of every
breakfast food designed by man.

“Good morning, Bella Rosa.” She didn’t have
to tell me that she wasn’t a morning person. It was clear across
her face how much she hated the fact that I was there that
early.

“Darling, good to know that you still look
just as amazing in the morning as you do when you’re put together.
That will come in handy. Come on, don’t fuck around, the day
awaits,” I said as I smacked her butt to get her to move.

“El café con leche is on the table. Drink
some, it will make you feel better.”
“Mmm hmm,” was all she could muster to say.

“6:30 am. Really? Couldn’t this have waited,
till I don’t know, noon maybe?” she asked. I handed her a strong
cup of coffee. I knew she would need the espresso.

“Early bird gets the worm, Bella Rosa, and we
have a mighty big worm to conquer today.” She shook her head,
looking over at the array of breakfast items that were sitting on
the breakfast bar.

“You should have asked me what I like to eat,
Madam. That is way too much food. I usually just like coffee and
granola bar for breakfast. I mean maybe oatmeal; that over there is
ridiculous. You could feed a small army.” I smiled.

“Well yes, it is a little extravagant, isn’t
it? Darling, it isn’t from me. It’s from Gabriel.” She looked away
from the food and looked over at me.

The night before, I couldn’t believe how fast
Ysabelle had reeled Gabriel in; he was smitten with her the second
he saw her. I knew that look in his eyes and I can’t lie and say it
didn’t worry me, I had seen that look in men’s stares before. There
was nothing I could do about it. My clients loved my girls. I would
be out of business if I had to cater to every bad feeling I had
when it came to them. I would have to watch Gabriel closely…I
wouldn’t have another Brooke situation. I didn’t have time to
babysit and it annoyed me that I felt like I had to when it came to
him.

I had known Gabriel for years by that point.
The son of a bitch got sexier the older he got, and several of the
girls were smitten with him as well. Ysabelle, on the other hand,
didn’t give a shit…all she wanted was to have a good time and I
could show her one every time.

The limo ride home was interesting to say the
least. I purposely wanted Ysabelle to stay wet and ready. When I
told her she needed to take care of her ache, the first emotion I
saw on her beautiful face was one I wouldn’t dare her to ever show
me again.

Defiance.

There would be NONE of that. I made sure of
it.

She listened to me like I knew she would, and
the look of her coming was one of the most erotic sights I have
ever seen.

Abandonment.

I noticed something kept happening to me
every time I made Ysabelle experience something new. I would think
of my mother. I would wonder if this was how she felt or what she
thought about. I don’t know why it was happening, but it wouldn’t
stop. It haunted me. It was like the ghost of Christmas past,
except my mother was the ghost. Over the years, I saw and talked to
her less and less; by that point we were talking maybe twice a year
and I hadn’t actually seen her in three years.

I truly believe I have a sixth sense…more to
that later. But it’s coming.

The doctor had arrived and I made my way
outside; I knew Ysabelle would want some privacy and I didn’t want
to make her uncomfortable. There wasn’t anything he or she could
have told me that I didn’t already know. I busied myself with
taking phone calls for the girls and made sure everything was in
line for Ysabelle’s big night, which was days away.

I hated the fact that I needed to keep
repeating myself every single fucking time we had a conversation
about her future. I knew I needed to have patience with her, though
that was easier said than done. I looked in through the screen door
and saw that the doctor was packing up; I went inside and paid
him.

I couldn’t believe that she was wearing the
cheapest looking clothes I had ever seen. Especially because she
had a fortune just sitting in her California closet. I needed to
hold back my temper. After she gave me her reasons, I didn’t give
it a second thought before I went under the sink of her kitchen and
grabbed garbage bags. I went straight to her “old” wardrobe and
threw away everything that would never belong there.

After I was finished, I turned to her and
looked directly into her eyes. “Understand something, Ysabelle,
don’t you ever take my gifts for granted; as quickly as they come
they can go,” I confessed, wanting to strike her for being
ungrateful.

“Wait, what? No, I didn’t do that. I
appreciate it all; I just wanted something of mine. I worked very
hard for all of my things, Madam. I’m not used to being taken care
of, can you understand that?” she responded with the same amount of
attitude I gave her, another conflicting emotion for me. I wanted
to punish her and praise her all at the same time.

I internally took a deep breath…this was a
power exchange.

“Ysabelle, that life is over now. You receive
extravagant things and don’t wear sandals from Target. Everything
in that closet is for you. You exude money and power, learn it,
live it, and fucking love it. Yes?” I demanded with an edge to my
voice. She nodded.

“Great! Now take off those fucking clothes,
and put some real goddamn clothes on. Ladies wear heels, even if
they are walking to the dumpster.” I grabbed the garbage and
left.

The minute she stepped out in her designer
attire, all was forgiven.

“There, don’t you feel better? Honestly…you
can’t tell me you don’t feel like a million bucks, because you sure
do look it,” I said. I love being right and by the look on her face
she knew I was too. She would learn that I am never wrong, it’s
going to take time, but we will get there. I was sure of it.

“Actually, I do, Madam. I can see where
you’re coming from. I’m sorry.”