The Madam (27 page)

The days that followed left me feeling empty
and soulless. Nothing I’d ever seen nor did, prepared me for the
mental hell of what I was involved in with an innocent girl- an
innocent twelve-year-old girl. What the fuck did I do? I should
have gone after her. I could have paid the mother off. I could have
taken her under my wing and taught her all that I’d been taught. It
was all I could do not to do that. I had to wait. It was done, and
there was nothing I could do about it but wait. I did something my
mother would have despised. I wallowed in a drunken self-pity for
days, feeling like a piece of shit. I was a piece of shit. I spent
four days trying to drown myself in Tequila, hoping to relieve the
scar from my brain and forget. After feigning an illness for four
days, I picked myself up, and got back to my life.

I pushed back the emotions where I kept
everything, deep inside me where no one could see it.

What’s done is done and there’s no going
back.

Living in sin was the new thing.

Two years passed like a breeze and it was
June 2003; VIP had become a staple piece of Miami and my girls were
everywhere. I lived in the lap of luxury. I would see my mother
here and there, but we both kept to our sides of the fence. It was
much easier that way.

My eyes stirred and I woke up to Mika staring
at me. “What are you still doing here?” I yawned, still half
asleep.

He grinned. “You kicking me out?”

“Would you leave if I was?” I laughed.

He trailed a single finger up and down my
stomach. “Not a chance.”

“Didn’t think so,” I quickly replied, trying
to get up. But he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back,
nudging his hard cock on the crevice of my ass.

“I’m up.” He nudged the side of my neck.

“I see that.”

“Did I say I was done with you yet?” he
whispered in my ear, molding my body to his.

“Hmmm…” I moaned.

“Relax,” he coaxed, I knew what he wanted and
it made me shiver with anticipation.

He lowered the front of my body onto the bed
and straddled my lower torso. I felt his cock on my back as he
started massaging my shoulders. “You’re always tense, Angel. You
need to learn how to relax and enjoy life. It’s too short to not
make the best of it.” He reminded me of this often.

“Oh yeah…and how do you enjoy life, Mika?” I
retorted as his callused hands dug into my shoulder blades.

I could feel him smiling. “With you.”

“And…”

“You. Always you, Angel,” he urged.

Those were the times where I would completely
let my guard down, it was easier behind four walls where no one
could see or judge me. I had done several fucked up things in my
life, however, I never felt like that with Mika.

I should have.

His rough hands massaged down my back and he
lowered himself down my legs as he penetrated my muscles with his
touch. His body reached my calves and he leaned forward, placing
kisses down the crevice of my ass as he kneaded my cheeks. He
spread me open and I felt his tongue lightly lick my anus; I pushed
myself up and he spanked my ass.

“Don’t move,” he demanded, holding my hips
down where he wanted them. My ass was slightly angled in the air
and he continued to lick from my anus to my opening. He started to
rub my pussy with the palm of his hand and then placed it over my
clit and slowly made delicious circles around my bundle of nerves.
At first it was tender, and then it became rough and hard. Every
time I tried to pump my hips into his hand, he slapped my ass and
it only provoked me to do it again. He stuck his tongue in my
opening, pushing in and out and he licked up all my come that
squirted out.

He groaned and took his soaking wet hand to
my anus and pushed in what felt like his middle and ring fingers. I
bit my lower lip enjoying the pain and sting of him opening me up.
His thumb played with the outside of my opening until he finally
shoved it in. I could feel him everywhere inside my most scared
parts and then I felt him sit up, which only made the angle of what
he was doing to me more intense.

“You like that don’t you?” Smack. “You love
getting fucked in both holes,” he grunted as he repeatedly smacked
my ass. I was still sore from his belt from the night before and it
added to my pleasure. I could feel the pressure once again building
in my lower abdomen and my body was starting to sweat and shake all
at the same time.

“Fuck, Angel…you have no idea how tight your
cunt is squeezing my hand. You’re so wet, get that asshole nice and
wet for my cock.” His dirty mouth did it to me every time and my
face pressed into the mattress as I shook and went over the
edge.

I didn’t have any time to recover before he
was in between my legs, spreading my ass cheeks as I felt him nudge
the head of his cock into my anus.

“Easy…slow…slow…” I breathed into the
mattress.

“Relax…let me in,” he reassured. “I’m almost
all the way in…just relax…”

My head turned to the side to watch his face
as he entered me from behind.

“Argh…Mika…fuck…easy…go easy…” I
repeated.

“You like it rough, Angel. Just relax so I
can fuck this beautiful ass,” he grunted as he spanked my ass,
making me jolt.

He stopped when he was balls deep. “Jesus
Christ you feel amazing; you’re tight as shit. I am going to fuck
you now, and it’s going to be hard and rough. You are going to love
every fucking second of it because it’s me that’s doing it to you.”
I recognized that tone and when he grabbed my hair by the nook of
my neck and pulled back, I knew he meant every word.

I moaned as he pulled out and pushed back in
and his balls slapped against the outer lips of my pussy. He went
slowly for the first few times and then his thrusts became urgent
and forceful as he gripped the lock of my hair tighter around his
hand to keep me where he wanted me. His thumb found my opening and
he eased it in, going straight for my g-spot.

“Ahhh…Mika….Mika…” I repeated over and over
again.

He never let up, he fucked me with raw
passion and no inhibitions whatsoever. I could feel my pussy
clamping down on his thumb, and when I would clench he would push
my head back more. I was soaking wet and it allowed him to be more
aggressive with me.

“Fuck…please…please….Mika…let me come…please
let me come…” I shamelessly begged.

“Angel, you didn’t even make me ask for it,
where’s the fun in that if I don’t make you beg.”

He knew I couldn’t come with his thumb
pressed deep inside me when I was getting fucked in both holes and
he needed to ease out some in order for me to be able to release.
He pulled my hair firmer, making me yelp and then raised his right
leg onto his foot to get in deeper. I started to push myself onto
his cock and he slapped my ass.

“Angel…” I knew it was a warning, but I
couldn’t help myself; I wanted to come and so I did it again. He
pulled out and flipped me over so fast that I didn’t see it coming.
My legs were on his shoulders and he shoved himself inside my ass,
making me arch and scream before I even blinked. He was much deeper
this way and he was now able to thrust two fingers inside me and
play with my clit all at the same time. I didn’t know if I could
take all the stimulation.

“Now...” he panted as he finger fucked my
g-spot and dove deeper into my ass. “Beg me to come. Let me hear
you fucking scream.”

“Ahhh…please let me come…I can’t come with
your fingers pushing into me like that…please, Mika. I want to come
so bad…”

My whole body was shaking and I was moaning
loudly enough to where the whole mansion could hear. I finally felt
him remove his fingers and my head and back arched off the bed as
my orgasm took over me. Mika pumped in a few more times and
released all of his seed deep within me. We both experienced
aftershocks from our orgasms and we lay there tangled among body
parts, covered in perspiration and breathless.

I had a fourth of July party at The Cathouse
a few weeks later. It was the usual festivities, although I hadn’t
expected what happened a few days after it.

The intercom buzzed in my office.
“Madam.”

I hit the button and replied, “Yes.”

“You have a visitor.”

I wasn’t expecting anyone. “Who?”

“Someone by the name of Brooke.”

“Brooke?” I questioned.

“Yes, Madam. Brooke Stevens.”

“All right, send her up.”

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I announced and in walked a blonde bombshell. My breath
actually caught a little bit, she was slender and curvy in all the
right places. Her bright blue eyes radiated from across the room
and her legs went for miles. She looked like she stepped out of a
Vogue magazine, wearing a black petticoat and fuck me heels.

I cocked my head to the side. “Hello.”

She smiled and walked over to have a seat in
front of my desk.

“Can I help you?” I questioned, not taking my
eyes away from her amazing face.

“Not as much as I can help you,” she
responded.

“And how pray tell can you help me?”

She unbuttoned her coat from top to bottom to
expose her creamy naked white skin and then she spread her
legs.

She licked her lips and said, “I want to be a
VIP.”

I chuckled, the girl had balls I’ll give her
that. That was the first time anyone had come in to offer
themselves; VIP didn’t work like that.

I placed my hands on the desk in a prayer
motion. “I pick you, darling, not the other way around,” I
informed.

“I know,” she pulled her bottom lip in her
mouth. “Fuck me. If you don’t like it I’ll leave, but I guarantee
you will.”

I smiled. “Stand up.” She did.

I did a twirling motion with my finger
wanting her to turn around and she understood. I looked her over.
“Stop,” I said as her back was to me. “Bend over.” She did and her
perfect pink pussy and anus were in my face.

“Turn around.” She turned and raised an
eyebrow. “What makes you think that I would take someone throwing
themselves at me? That’s not an attractive quality, darling. VIPs
aren’t made…they’re born. You just seem like a slutty girl wanting
to make some money; I can give you the card of a very exclusive
strip club. They will love you there.”

“I want to work for you, no one else,” she
argued. “I’m a VIP.” She reached for her jacket and pulled out a
dildo, I tried to hide the fact that I was proud and intrigued.

How far was she going to take this?

She sat in the chair and placed both her
heels on the sides, spreading her legs wide open. I felt my panties
get wet with anticipation. Her eyes peeked up at me, asking for
silent permission, and I instantly loved her. She knew who was in
charge and I appreciated that. I nodded, allowing her to
proceed.

She took the impressive size toy into her
mouth and deep throated it all the way in and didn’t even gag. I
would have stood and applauded if I wasn’t itching for her to
continue. She sucked the cock like it was an actual man in front of
her. Her hand and head did all the motions of actual oral sex, and
I had to stop myself from putting my hand down my panties. After
she got it nice and wet she slowly and seductively slid it down her
body.

She stroked it against her clit until her
pussy got wet and then she slid it in. Her other hand kneaded and
caressed her breast as she fucked herself with the toy never taking
her eyes off me. I couldn’t take it anymore and moved out of my
chair to bend in front of her.

“You want to be a VIP?” I asked and she
eagerly nodded.

“First lesson you need to learn is I make the
rules, not you.” I placed the palm of my hand on her clit and
pressed forward.

“I tell you when to come,” I whispered in her
ear as I worked her nub into a frenzy and assisted with her hand,
working the dildo into her cunt. It didn’t take long until she was
withering and moaning to come. My tongue found its way into her
mouth, and I sucked on her bottom lip as she came unglued on the
seat.

Brooke was always one of my favorites and she
was also the first one to disappoint me.

A
year went by and everything was perfect, which should have been my
first suspicion. All of my girls were handpicked by me, other than
my Brooke, but nothing could have prepared me for the indiscretion
that was about to happen on her part as well as one of my loyal
clients. Brooke quickly became like a daughter to me, there was
something about her that just stood out and I admired that. Each of
my VIPs had their own flavor to them, however when Brooke walked
into a room, they always stared at her first. She knew it as well
as I did.

Jaxon was one of my high profile clients and
he had been with me for years. He worked in politics and was the
epitome of a happily married man with children, in public. He had
been with several of my girls more than once, but the moment he met
Brooke he was struck. I allowed it because it wasn’t unusual for
one of my clients to fall for my girls; they were treasured jewels
and any man was lucky to have an hour with them. He started to
request only her and much more frequent than he ever asked for any
of my ladies.

I trusted my girls to never fuck with their
hearts.

Brooke and I were always close and I could
read anyone like a goddamn book, so when she started to change I
immediately noticed it. Although, Brooke wasn’t the one to disclose
her little secrets, Jaxon did all that on his own.

“Why did you want to meet with me?” I
interrogated one afternoon when Jaxon showed up uninvited. The dark
circles around his eyes made it evident that he hadn’t slept in
days.

His hands brushed back his hair in a
repetitive movement that just added to his disheveled
appearance.