The Madam (10 page)

“You know what happens to bad girls who can’t
follow direction, Lilith?” I could feel his breathing close to my
ear. “They get fucked.” His fingers touched my clit, gathering up
the moisture, and he roughly pushed two fingers inside me. I
moaned.

“But not here, Lilith.” He pushed harder on
my g-spot. “Here,” he stated as he rubbed around the pucker of my
anus.

I didn’t have time to acknowledge before he
struck my ass with the paddle again, much harder than before. I
screamed in pain.

“Have nothing to say, Angel? That’s a shame;
but it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop either,” he said as he
smacked me again.

My ass was on fire and there was no denying
that there would be welts. He smacked it seven times repeatedly and
I thought I might pass out from the pain. My body was sweating and
my throat felt raw from yelling. I was on the verge of saying
“vanilla”.

He lightly smacked my ass with the palm of
his hand and it felt soothing. He would caress slow circles after
each smack, and the familiar yearning arose.

I couldn’t comprehend how my body could react
from pain to pleasure, but it surely did. It was as if I had no
control over my emotions, my wants, my needs; he had completely
taken over my body.

“I will fuck your ass, Lilith, but not
tonight.”

He carried me over to the bed, after removing
the straps, and laid me flat on my back. I yelped from the
contact.

“I have a surprise, Angel; want to see what
it is? Be a good girl and I will show you.”

He removed my blindfold and it took a minute
for my eyes to adjust to the lighting. Little by little, I realized
we weren’t alone in the room, there were at least ten male
bystanders. All of them standing around the bed watching me.

My mouth parted and I licked my lips. I
watched as they made room for Nakita as she walked by. She was
another VIP; twenty-one and came directly from Russia. She was
gorgeous, her red hair made her small facial features more
prominent, and her bright blue eyes stuck out from a mile away. My
eyes devoured her ridiculous body; at 5’8, she had creamy legs that
wouldn’t end, a small waist, and 34D breasts.

She crawled over to me, running her
fingertips on my body.

“Lilith’s been a bad girl,” she mocked; just
like Alexandria, her accent was hypnotizing.

“Turn around, Lilith, show her my handy
work,” Mika demanded.

I got on my hands and knees and Nakita
caressed the welts on my ass.

“Awe, poor baby VIP…let me make it better,”
she teased.

She slowly began to kiss the welts and moved
her way to the crevice of my anus. She smiled deviously, as she
looked me straight in the eyes before taking her tongue and licking
from my clit to the ring of my pucker. I slightly jolted from the
initial contact to my most private place.

“You taste as good as you look, Lilith,” she
groaned, proceeding to attack my ass with her fingers.

“She’s an anal virgin, Mika. What am I
suppose to do with that? Maybe just a finger,” she taunted as she
pushed her index finger in, making me moan and squirm.

I was in the middle of some warped version of
an initiation and it was then that I realized The Cathouse was like
the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah with valet parking.

But how can something so wrong…feel so
fucking right? I embraced my turn, my legacy, and my chance. It was
my opportunity to prove myself to everyone that I am and will
always be a VIP.

I watched as Mika removed his slacks and it
was the first time tonight that I saw his cock. My initial thought
was if there was some unwritten rule that the clients of VIP had to
be hung, because Mika was just as, if not more, impressive than
Julian. His cock stood at attention; long, hard, and thick. He
wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and brought it over to
my mouth.

He shoved it to the back of my throat and
groaned. He pulled my hair back with his hand as he pumped in and
out of my mouth. I sucked his cock, as Nakita finger fucked my ass.
I didn’t pay any attention to what the voyeurs were doing, but I’m
assuming they were participating in their own way.

I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he
violated my mouth with everything he had. I wasn’t far off from my
own ecstasy, but I wanted more. I sucked him one last time before
removing him out of my mouth and making my way over to Nakita. I
still had the taste of him in my mouth and I wanted to share. I
kissed Nakita and we twirled our tongues, masking Mika’s
arousal.

Mika started playing with both our pussies
and it only increased the need of release.

“I want to see you girls fuck each other. Put
on a show for me,” he huskily urged.

Nikita unexpectedly pushed me back on the bed
and then she spread my legs. She positioned herself in front of me
and placed her pussy on top of mine. We sat with our legs entwined
with each other. I followed her lead as she moved her hips front
and back like she would if she were riding a man.

The pooling wetness, the uncontrollable
moans, and the visuals of everything around us were comparable to a
mystical divine awakening. We rubbed our pussies together, faster,
harder, urgently wanting to come.

“Fuck yes,” Mika grunted, as he pulled Nakita
away from me and I whimpered at the loss. He placed her on all
fours and violently thrust into her, shoving her forward from the
momentum.

“Lick her pussy, Nikita; make her come in
your mouth.”

She rested on her elbows and devoured my
clit, moving her head side to side, as Mika pushed in and out of
her, making her mouth move faster on me. Her moaning felt like a
vibrator and she sucked on my nub never letting up.

I grabbed the sides of her face to keep her
in place and locked eyes with Mika, we all came at the exact same
time.

I came to when I heard familiar moaning. I
opened my eyes; on the wall in front of me was the recording of
what just happened being displayed. All of a sudden there was
clapping and the voyeurs began moving to the sides of the bed. I
saw the shadow of Madam clapping and walking toward me with a
satisfied smile on her face.

She handed me a black silk robe. “I’m to
assume you would like some modesty, although from the performance
you’ve given all night, I could be mistaken.” She helped me put on
the robe and tied it in the front for me.

“Darling, you passed with flying colors,” she
stated, smiling brightly.

“Excuse me?” I responded with confusion.

“The birthday party was all a ruse, Lilith.
It was never about your birthday. It was a test.”

“Are you serious?” I continued, shocked.

“Of course, I choose my girls, Lilith. You,
my darling, are different. I wanted to make sure that I was not
wrong,” she gloated, pulling the hair out of my face and I slapped
her hands away.

She laughed. “Don’t bite the hand that will
feed you.” She proceeded to push the hair out of my face, turning
me to watch the screen.

“You see that woman on display; you see her
eyes, her face, her skin; she’s beautiful.

She’s whatever she wants to be.

She owns everything and anything around
her.

She’s a vision.

She’s wanted and needed.

She runs the show.

She is in control of it all.

She will be Madam one day…

She is you.”

Three years fly by at an incredible speed of
light. It’s 1981, and I am twenty-one years old. My life completely
took a 180 turn and I sat in the drivers seat without a goddamn
seatbelt on. I sat in the lap of luxury while everyone else was
living paycheck to paycheck. I had no idea what it meant to not
have what I want when I wanted it. In my world, there were no laws;
rules did not apply to me. You have no idea the lengths people
would go to for just a taste, a sample, of what I could offer
them.

There are VIP tables all over the world. You
may think you have sat at them. You may think you have seen them.
You may think you have heard of them. But you have no idea. It’s
the table that no one sees, the table that no one knows about. It’s
the table in the back with dim lighting, in a secluded corner.
Where you can see everyone, but no one can see you.

That’s the VIP table.

You may also think that drug dealers live
behind closed doors, the bottom feeders of the world, preying on
the weak and helpless. That’s a bunch of bullshit. The true drug
dealers are the ones that have “Doctor” right before their last
names. They’re the ones that go to medical school for years to
educate themselves on “helping the ill”. They’re the suppliers. I’m
sorry to burst your bubble, but the more money you have, the more
drugs you do. Why not? There are no consequences, the world is at
your fingertips, you have nothing to lose. You would be shocked at
the lives people live behind golden gates.

In my society, drugs and sex are a part of
our culture.

There were a few behind-the-scenes
“discrepancies”, as Madam called them, that she only allowed me
see. VIP is an extremely lucrative organization. It’s for the Crème
de la Crème; though that doesn’t mean things don’t fall through the
crevices. Madam controls everything whether that is before, during,
or after a date.

I met with Anderson Richard for our first
date at a medical banquet for Leukemia. He was charming and
handsome in an older way; he must have been in his early forties.
His salt and pepper hair distinguished the light wrinkles in the
corner of his chocolate brown eyes. He was 6’0 and had a toned
muscular physique; always sporting a five o’clock shadow.

The banquet went without any issues as they
always did. I played the part of the doting companion in front of
the cameras, while he mingled with high profile future clients. He
owned a software manufacturing company. It was interesting to see
the two sides of every man, and he was no different. He’d shake the
hands of clients, with the same hand that mere seconds before were
rubbing the folds of my pussy under the table. I believe he got off
on the fact that he could do it, and that I would allow it. Most
women aren’t as accommodating, which further proves that VIPs are
one in a million.

We made it back to his suite around midnight,
and as soon as the door closed behind us, out came the vulture.

“So, you little slut, what will I make you do
for me?” he questioned with revulsion lacing his voice, catching me
off guard.

I turned and cocked my head to the side.
“What do you want me to do?”

“Whatever the fuck I want. That’s what I’m
paying you for, isn’t it? So you can be my fuck toy for the night?
You’re a bad girl, Lilith; I didn’t want a bad girl. I wanted a
good girl. That means I’m going to have to hurt you,” he stated
deviously.

“Letting me do all those nasty, vile things
to you, knowing that I would be touching other people with your
juices still on my hand. You filthy disgusting cunt; now take off
your fucking clothes before I take them off for you,” he
demanded.

At twenty-one, I had already lost count as to
how many men I had been with, and Richard was just another client
who liked kink, another form of foreplay; or so I thought. I
proceeded to do exactly what he wanted me to and I left the suite
with bruises all over my body and a bloody nose.

I had never felt that violated before, and it
only further ingrained in my mind that men are animals, and if
given the chance they will cheat, beat, hurt, abuse, humiliate, and
fuck anything that walks. I went straight home to my condo and
soaked in a warm bath for the next two hours. I tried to cover my
body as best as I could, the last thing I wanted was to get Madam
involved. She would beat me further if she knew I permitted it to
happen.

I sat with Madam at lunch the next day, while
she added dates into my appointment planner.

I stood too fast and my right leg gave
out.

“Are you all right?” she asked, showing a
hint of concern.

“Mmm hmm, I’ve just been working out too
hard.”

She nodded. “Uh huh, how was your evening
with Anderson?”

“Fine,” I stated.

“He called wanting another date. He requested
another VIP, why is that?”

“I don’t know. He was thrilled when I
left.”

“Hmmm…” she replied.

I got up off the table to make my way to the
kitchen.

“Lilith.” I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew
that tone.

“Lie to me once, shame on you; lie to me
twice, shame on me. It would do you good to remember that I don’t
do shame very well.” I kept walking, not turning around to look at
my mother’s observant face.

A few weeks went by without so much as a
warning of what was to come, but that all changed one afternoon.
Madam called first thing that morning letting me know that my
presence was requested in her office at 3:00 pm. Judging by her
tone on the phone, this was going to take the better part of my
afternoon. My bruises faded, but my anger grew. I made sure to
cover that up with picture perfect makeup and outfit. Not letting
one ounce of my outside demeanor reflect what I felt on the
inside.

At 2:55 pm, I knocked on her door with an
uncontrollable eerie feeling.

“Come in,” I heard Madam say from behind the
door.

I walked into a scene from The Godfather. My
mother was sitting on her desk with a gun in one hand and an
extremely large knife in the other. Three bodyguard type men, whom
I had never seen before, stood behind Anderson. He was in nothing
but boxers, tied to a chair. His face badly beaten and his body was
blackened with bruises.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to no one in
particular.

“Lilith, darling, so happy that you could
make it to our little party,” she proclaimed.