The Madam (28 page)

“I fucked up, Madam. I royally fucked up,” he
wallowed.

“Stop being a pussy and start from the
beginning.”

He sighed, leaned over, and placed his hands
on his head. “During the last business trip I took Brooke on, she
forgot her birth control. I thought we were careful.”

I cut him off not wanting him to say the
words. “You thought? Please tell me you aren’t about to say what I
think you’re implying.”

“Yes…” he whispered.

“How far along?”

“Six weeks.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Let me get
this straight! You take one of my girls on a business trip and you
think
you’re careful and now I have a situation that I have
to deal with, complimentary of you? Did I get it right? Please let
me know if I carelessly missed something as important as not
sticking my fucking cock into pussy that is unprotected!”

“Madam-”

I couldn’t hear another excuse he had to
share. “Take care of it,” I roared without hesitation.

“What? How?”

“Don’t make me spell it out for you! You work
in politics, make it go away.”

“I love her,” he divulged, looking me
straight in the eyes.

I crossed my arms. “Oh yeah. You
love
her? Well then excuse me, I had no idea that this child was made
out of love. Please let me start over; when exactly did you get a
divorce?”

“Don’t patronize me. I am not a fucking
child. I know the fucked up situation that we find ourselves in but
that doesn’t change the fact that I love her. I’ve never met anyone
like her and if things were different, it would be her on my arm
and not my wife. I married my wife because I work in politics and
you more than anyone knows what is appropriate and what is
not.”

I laughed, “Right. Then let me make it
crystal fucking clear for you Mr. Bureaucracy, how is it going to
look when the tabloids get wind of your love child? Huh? Are they
going to understand because you were in
love?
Does that make
what you did anything other than adultery? I’m just an outsider
looking in and from here, it looks like you got one past the goalie
with your play toy. Congratulations, your boys can still swim,” I
mocked.

His head spun with all the truth that I
spoke. I took the opportunity to keep going.

“This is how it’s going to go. You are going
to tell Brooke she needs to get an abortion as soon as possible.
You are going to make her believe it’s the right thing to do and
that of course, you will be there for her every step of the way.
When the time comes, you won’t show up. I don’t think it needs to
be said that you are no longer a client of VIP.”

“What?” he stated in shock.

I smiled. “If you would like to continue in
your house of corruption then I highly suggest that you do exactly
what I say or else I will take care of this.” I kneeled down close
to this face and looked him square in the eyes. “Trust me…you don’t
want that to happen.”

“Madam…” he whimpered.

“Answer this, Jaxon. Are you going to leave
your family for her? If you are, I will let her go.” I waited for
the response I already knew he was going to give. It was always the
same fucking answer; it didn’t change just because it was a
different man in the situation.

He shook his head no. “Then you have your
work cut out for you. Get the fuck out of my office and do what
needs to be done.” He nodded and walked out of VIP.

I know what you’re thinking…you hate me don’t
you?

It’s all right, I didn’t write this for you
to love me. I don’t care if you love me. I don’t care if you hate
me. But before you judge me, take a second and look at how he
jumped on the opportunity to make it all go away. See…that’s the
thing about love.

It fucks you.

There is never a happily ever after, that’s
only in books. You have to make your own fairy tale, you don’t wait
for someone to do it for you; and if you do, I suggest you sit
down, your legs will ache by the time you realize that it’s not
coming.

Men think with their dicks and that’s exactly
why all the blood flows there when they are hard. They can’t
multitask to save their lives. I wasn’t bluffing when I said I
would have given her up, I would have done it in a heartbeat to
have someone prove me wrong. Oh yes, the big bad Madam isn’t as
evil as you think she is, I do enjoy being right, don’t doubt that,
but that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t enjoy to see this so-called
love
prevail.

I am a woman.

Brooke called me 3 weeks later to have lunch
on South Beach. I knew what was coming but she didn’t have to know
that, we ordered our food and I waited patiently for the bomb to
drop.

“I can’t work for a month, Madam. I need some
time off,” she finally revealed, it only took her ten minutes. It
made me proud.

“Oh yeah, why is that?” I countered.

“I’m looking for some me time. I think I need
a break for a bit; I’m getting burnt out,” she stated, keeping my
gaze.

“You know, Brooke, being Madam entails a lot
of accuracy. I have my eyes and ears everywhere and I know when one
of my girls is lying to me. Why don’t you try that again, but this
time be honest. I am here for you; I don’t need to remind you of
that.” She bit her lower lip and burst into tears.

You gotta love hormones.

“I don’t even know where to start. I got
caught up in it all, Madam,” she cried, wiping away her tears. “I
swear to you I didn’t mean for any of it to happen, but I believed
him every time he told me he loved me. He seemed honest and
sincere. I promise I would never be that girl. I don’t know how he
was able to fool me so well. I just got lost…I have never had
someone treat me like he did. I swear, I swear I would never
disrespect you and everything that you have done for me. I love
you,” she wailed uncontrollably.

I pulled her into a real and tight embrace.
My heart did break for her, but she needed to learn now that she
couldn’t rely on anyone other than me. This was a punishment as
much as a reassurance. I rubbed her back and let her cry on my
shoulder for as long as she needed, her tears started to subside
and I grabbed her face, wiped away the tears, and kissed her
forehead.

“Start from the beginning. What
happened?”

“Okay…” She sniffled while she grabbed a
napkin to fix the running mascara down her face. “Jaxon and I got
close,” she admitted, trying to gauge my reaction.

“One thing led to another and I ended up
pregnant.” Her eyes glistened with new tears. “I had an abortion,
Madam, and he didn’t even show up for me, for us. I went through it
all by myself and I can’t even get a hold of him, he’s changed his
phone number and I have no idea where he lives,” she bawled.

I should have felt remorse as I watched her
fall apart, especially since I myself went through the same
emotions that she was going through; however, I didn’t. I did the
right thing. You may not agree with me, but at the end of the day,
all she needed was me and VIP. We were her fairy tale and now she
would know it. There is a very fine line between love and hate, and
once it’s crossed you can’t ever go back. I made sure that I was
there for Brooke for the next few months, although she came out of
her depression on her own. Brooke was a survivor and that’s what
makes her one of my favorites.

But it didn’t stop me from being The
Madam.

I am the puppet master.

It
was May 2005. I don’t think I need to remind you that I always take
care of what’s mine. Ever since the day I found her, I had been
watching her. I knew every step that she took without her knowing
that I was even around. I never thought that she would become the
little vixen that she was, however I was unbelievably proud that
she took it upon herself to get whatever she wanted by using her
body and looks. I guess you can say that what happened to her may
have been a blessing in disguise; I told you everything happens for
a reason.

To my surprise, I woke up one morning and
good ole Mr. Pedophile was on the news, he was found brutally
murdered and sodomized near an alley. I have no idea how that
happened...cross my heart, and by heart, I mean my fingers.

I went to Tampa one afternoon and watched as
my dear girl was on her knees with some pubescent boy. Now,
clearly, the scenario wasn’t my idea of ideal, but I will give
credit where credit is due and she was sucking his cock like a
fucking pro, and she also made him wear a condom. She got a bag of
clothing and some food after she was done, I would have much rather
preferred to see some money, though the girl was clearly in need of
food and clothing. After he was done, they sat beside each other
smoking a joint.

“I want out of this fucking town,” she stated
breathing out the smoke from her nose. I could smell the shitty
potency from the corner and it further pissed me off that she would
let nothing but the goddamn best near her face. My mother’s words
quickly making their way into my thoughts.

And here is where the light bulb went off and
it was so bright it hurt my eyes. I drove to her school and
lingered around just waiting to find my bait. The second I saw the
decent looking young man make his way to his disgusting old pickup
truck, I followed him. I called Gregory.

“Madam,” he said into the phone.

“H43 LMD.”

“Excuse me?” he questioned.

“It’s his license plate. I need all his
information immediately. I want to know it all, including how many
times a day he jerks off.”

“Madam…”

“You have 72 hours.” I informed and hung
up.

Eric Johnson, senior, accepted into the
University of Miami, comes from a middle class family, had one
girlfriend who never gave it up, and he’s a virgin.

B-I-N-G-O.

I waited till it was dark and he was leaving
his movie theatre job. I leaned on his driver’s side door, one leg
crossing the other and smoking a joint. He saw me immediately and I
smiled.

“Want to hit it?” I smirked as I blew the
smoke from my mouth.

I saw his Adam’s apple move and the mix of
caution and intrigue all over his face. He took the joint from my
fingers. “You a cop?” he asked.

“Do I look like a goddamn cop?” He shook his
head and brought the lit joint to his lips, inhaled, and
immediately started coughing.

“That’s some strong shit,” he blurted as he
coughed up a lung.

“I have an ounce of it in my car. Would you
like it?”

His eyes narrowed down. “Ummm…sure. Who are
you?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Your fairy
Godmother, aren’t you lucky.”

He smiled and said, “Well…you’re hot as
fuck.” He took another few hits, trying to look mature and grown.
Men were too easy.

“I said I was your fairy Godmother, not your
sugar mama, Eric.”

He stepped back. “How do you know my
name?”

“Marijuana causes paranoia. I’m not going to
hurt you. You have something that I can use to get me what I want
and I know a lot about you. It’s the perk of being your fairy
Godmother and all,” I teased and he laughed. “I also have a great
idea…want to hear it?” He nodded.

“See, I have this girl, she actually goes to
your school, maybe you know her or maybe you don’t. The point is
she could help you.”

“Okay...with what?” he questioned as he
handed me the joint. I took another few hits, held it up to see if
he wanted any more and he declined. I threw it in the bushes behind
him.

“I assume you aren’t hanging on to your
v-card by choice? Right?” I sassed.

“What…I’m not-”

“Really? I can almost smell it on you. It’s a
shame, you are very good looking, and I can tell you from
experience, girls aren’t fond of men who don’t know how to get it
in,” I ridiculed with a pleasant tone.

I moved away from the car and stepped closer
to him, I grabbed the piece of his hair that had fallen out of
place and put it behind his ear. He licked his lips and there was a
tiny pink hue that came upon his cheeks.

“She can help you and all you have to do is
bring her to Miami. It’s very simple,” I whispered close to his ear
as his breathing elevated. I didn’t have to look down to know he
was hard.

“How?” he hinted with desire behind his
words.

“You proposition her with taking her away
from here and you also tell her that you will give her $100 if she
will take your virginity.”

His eyes narrowed in on me. “Are you crazy?
That’s just going to get me slapped across the face. What kind of
joke are you trying to pull?”

“She’s not that kind of girl. I can
guaran-fucking-tee-you that she will not turn you down.” I put my
hand on top of his jeans over his hard cock and he jerked
forward.

I moved my hand up and down. “And if she
does, I’ll fuck you.”

“Who is she?” he groaned.

I didn’t stop moving my hand. “Ysabelle.
Ysabelle Telle.” He nodded.

“Drop her off on South Beach.” I grabbed the
bill from my pocket and placed it in his as his hips moved
frantically into my hand. I never let up on moving my hand up and
down.

I wasn’t a horrible person; I let him
come.

Three months later and she showed up exactly
as planned. It couldn’t have been easier. I met Eric at the end of
Collins Street and handed him his ounce. He was bright eyed and
chipper.

I had gotten her where I wanted her. Now it
was a waiting game.

I made it a point to stay away, I had come
that far and I wasn’t going to let anything fuck it up. For the
next two years, I molded Brooke to train the girls; she became like
my right hand woman. She assisted me with whatever I needed at the
drop of a dime, and I honestly don’t think she would have had it
any other way. A lot of the girls were getting older and it was
time for them to retire; I brought in new, fresh faces. I learned
that it was much easier to start them young; they were easier to
mold and train. Not only that, they were eager.