by M. Robinson
“Really?! Because judging by this piece of shit car it doesn’t seem that way,” I aggressively shouted, angry over the turn of events.
His hand reached over to graze my cheek and I closed my eyes in disgust.
“I’m not going to hurt you, calm down,” he coolly stated.
I wasn’t stupid, I knew whatever he had planned it wasn’t anything that I wanted to be a part of.
He parked his car in an alley that I had never seen before in my life.
I glared at the darkness before me, not wanting to face him in any way. I heard him take his seat belt off and then he did the same to mine. I stood my ground; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me feel weak.
He started stroking my arm with his fingertips in an up and down motion.
“Oh come on…this isn’t so bad. I saved you back there and I think I should get something of a reward. Don’t you think?”
I didn’t respond.
“All I want is to finger fuck you, gorgeous. You come, and I drive you home. It’s as easy as that,” he suggested.
“It’s still rape,” I retorted, still not looking at him.
“Geez, you women nowadays, so quick to throw out the rape card. The thing is you’re going to enjoy it and you’re going to tell me exactly how you love it.” He got close to my ear. “Exactly…how you want me to touch you…the faster you come, the faster you get to go home. Simple as that.” He crudely grabbed my chin. “Look at me.”
I did. It was the first time I looked at him, and he was actually a handsome looking guy and if he wasn’t about to violate me and make me enjoy it, I probably would have liked him. He had piercing green eyes and slick black hair that was tied in a ponytail; his facial features were rough but strong.
He rubbed his nose on mine and then brought his thumb to my mouth tracing my bottom lip.
“Get it nice and wet for me,” he said.
My tongue sought out his finger and I licked it just how he wanted me too, he groaned in appreciation.
“I know what kind of girl you are. What makes you think what we’re doing is any different than what you will do with other clients, huh? Consider me driving you home as payment. Just because I don’t drive a Bentley doesn’t mean I don’t have money.” His voice was deep and raspy, causing the air inside the car to feel thick and warm.
Did I believe him? Who the fuck knows…Miami is full of all kinds of people. Did that change the fact that I didn’t want him to do and get what he was going to take? Absolutely not. The ending was going to be the same, regardless if I wanted it or not.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and went right for the edge of my panties, moving them to the side to rub my clit with his thumb in a circular motion.
I wanted to cry, and if I thought for one second that I could overpower the son of a bitch I would have. Though, that would only leave me more broken and bruised. I hated that this fucker had the control, I hated that I wasn’t getting paid, but most of all, I hated that my body was betraying me and my pussy was getting wet. He knew what he was doing. I didn’t have to tell him shit. All he wanted was to belittle me, and make me feel like the piece of shit that he was.
The way his lust-filled eyes stared at me made me want to turn away. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and make it all go away. The way he manipulated my sex reminded me of Anderson and how he used my body to do exactly the same thing. Even though he was handling me with more attentiveness and care, it didn’t matter; it made me feel cheap and used, like I could be easily discarded, like some drug addict sucking cock. In that instant I didn’t feel like a VIP, I felt like a toy, like a fucking puppet that was not only being controlled by this man, but also by my mother.
“It’s show time,” he reminded me, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “Tell me…let me hear you say the words to make you come.”
I slightly panted, “Keep moving your thumb like that. Push a little firmer on my clit…yes like that. Take your index and middle finger and push them inside me.”
He did as he was told and my breathing accelerated along with his. I could smell the vodka and tobacco on his breath.
He eased his fingers into me, my dampness making it easy for him.
“Hmmm…your cunt feels tight. I can’t wait to taste you on my fingers,” he huskily stated. Normally these words would have affected me and I would have been agreeably willing to give him whatever he wanted. But I didn’t want to, I felt like a slut, a hooker, a prostitute. Everything I was told that I would never be. I wanted to get this over as fast as possible. I wanted to shower and crawl into my bed, wishing this whole ordeal never happened.
I played my part. “Curl your fingers in an upward motion. Ahhh…yes…you feel that rigid end?” I heard him groan.
“Yeah…right there…fuck me there…move your fingers in and out… faster… harder…” I whimpered, trying to control the tears that were stabbing the backs of my eyes, begging to be released. I was in this fucked up limbo of wanting to get off and wanting to crawl into a hole. My emotions were all over the place.
“Your pussy is gripping my fingers, you love this you dirty whore, don’t you? You want to be used…want to be fucked and put in your place. Rich bitches like you always want to be abused.” I tried to block out his words, refusing to let them sink into my mind. There was no aiding it, his cruel and vicious statements sunk into the bottom of my being and I shut my eyes, hoping that it would take away the pain. The anguish and discomfort that I felt couldn’t be controlled. He fucked my g-spot over and over again until my mind went blank and I came.
I didn’t open my eyes to watch the satisfied glow in his smile and demeanor, I knew the second his fingers left my sex they were going straight to his mouth. I turned back around, pulling down my skirt and hanging my head in shame.
I gave him the directions to my condo and we didn’t talk the entire time. We made it to my front entrance and I waited for him to get out of the car to open my door.
“You enjoyed it, princess; don’t act as if you’re high and mighty now. It’s a little late for that.”
I didn’t say anything to him, wanting him to leave so I could be alone.
“You’re welcome. Come on…let me hear you say it and you can go.”
I bit my lip and tasted blood. “Thank you,” I whispered, hoping that he heard it, so that I didn’t have to repeat it again.
“Thank you for what, again?” he continued to taunt me.
“Thank you for driving me home.”
“And…” Once again, he grabbed my chin to make me look at him. It took everything I had not to smack that smug look off his face.
“Thank you…for making me come,” I stated through clenched teeth.
He smiled wide and I jerked my chin away, huffing in disgust.
I walked into my condo in a trance. I stood there with the door open, looking at all the extravagant beauty before me. My stomach churned and I ran to the sink, throwing up every last substance that was left. I rinsed my mouth out and I turned off the sink. I went to the fridge and grabbed the Pellegrino and poured myself a glass, I took two sips and hurled it across the room. I watched as it shattered against the wall, falling into shards on the ground.
My body moved fast and I started to push over everything that was in my immediate eyesight. I threw, flung, and swung at anything I could find. I screamed at the top of my lungs over and over again, until my throat burned raw. Minutes later, and I just stood there, panting and heaving; my chest propelling itself upward with every few hyper-vented breaths. I walked toward the trash and immediately removed all of my clothing, throwing away every article I was wearing in the receptacle.
I walked into the bathroom, never once looking in the mirror and turned on the shower. I stood under the running water for what seemed like hours, longing for the water to wash away my thoughts, my memory. Finally, my body and mind couldn’t take it anymore and I fell to the floor crying.
The moment of a
realization is a brutal and an ugly bitch.
I was a pawn, and my mother just checkmated me.
Chapter 15
The next morning I awoke with the memory of the night before still fresh in my mind. I heard noises coming from my kitchen and I didn’t have to wonder who it was. I grabbed my black silk robe and took care of my morning routine before making my way into the kitchen. I could smell the delicacy before stepping into the foyer. There was a huge spread of breakfast laid out on my island, you name it, and it was there. My condo was also spotless, and I had nothing to do with that. I rolled my eyes and grabbed some coffee.
I walked into the adjoining living room and saw that Madam was on the phone on my balcony. I opened my liquor cabinet and poured some Kahlua in my coffee, and she walked in mid pour.
“Isn’t it a little early for that?” she interrogated me in a calm tone.
I poured more. “You tell me,” I disputed as I turned to face her.
She smiled coldly. “You should eat some breakfast.”
“I should do a lot of things,” I quickly countered.
I stepped toward her. “Tell me, Madam,” another step, “if I cut you,” one last step, “will you even bleed?” I mercilessly questioned.
She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “How was night last night? You still think you can control your own pussy? Learn from your mistakes, darling. That’s what happens to VIPs who don’t listen and follow direction. They end up on the street like some common whore; anyone can sell what’s in between their legs, Lilith. It just comes down to how you sell it. My VIPs sell their pussies and see the world. Understood?” She arched an eyebrow and I scarcely nodded.
She kissed my forehead. “Great. Now…since you have been such a good girl, I have a present for you. Let’s eat some breakfast, and then you can get ready, and I will show you.”
An hour later and we were with the chauffeur in the Bentley. To say that I wasn’t a little nervous to be in a car with her again would have been an understatement. Though I played it off well, it was what she wanted. We pulled up to the University of Miami and then took a detour toward the sorority houses. Once we reached the Alpha Delta Phi house, the car came to a complete stop. I watched Madam check her watch and then roll down my window half way.
Just like clockwork, a girl came out of the house with books in her arms. She must have been about nineteen, maybe twenty. She looked like a California native, with curly blonde hair, tan skin, and bright green eyes. She wore very little makeup, and her clothing accentuated her figure. She exuded beauty and confidence as she walked down the steps.
“I want her,” I heard Madam say from behind me. “And you’re going to make it happen. You have one week,” she announced; and with that, the car drove off.
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Money will always get you whatever you want. It didn’t take long for me to have the girl’s entire school schedule and daily itinerary in my hands, along with her name, age, and social security number. Taylor Vaughn was twenty years old, a Sagittarius, born and raised in California, studying marketing with a minor in business and was the secretary of her sorority.
Cute, isn’t it?
Luck was on my side, it was Friday and the sorority was putting on their annual Hawaiian hula beach party. I dressed in the tiniest red bikini I had, with a see through, wrap around black skirt, and heels, of course.
I arrived at the party by midnight and the place was packed. I grabbed a couple shots at the bar and coincidently found Taylor with her friend in the corner, they were whispering in each other’s ears, giggling and staring at someone. My eyes went in the direction of theirs and that’s when I saw him.
Bingo!
He was chatting with what I could only assume to be his fraternity brothers. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way, not that I hate young guys or anything, but I prefer men. Boys are a lot like toys, they are great to play with, and this one wouldn’t be any different. He had spiked, blonde hair, brown eyes, plump lips, and the v-shaped fuck me muscles that made me want to ride him all the way home. I grabbed two beers and made my way over to him.
There were five of them in a circle talking. I wedged my way right in the middle and their faces said it all.
Approval. Appreciation. Lust. Want.
All in that order.
I licked my lips in a seductive way before biting my bottom lip, and flipping my hair.
“Hi, my name is Lilith. I brought you a beer,” I said, looking only at him as I handed him the cold bottle.
He cleared his throat. “Ahem, Ken.”
I smiled and traced the lining of my bikini by my cleavage with my index finger. “Want to dance?” He quickly nodded and I saw his Adams apple move from swallowing.
I grabbed his hand and escorted him over to the dance floor, making sure we were in perfect view of Taylor. I took one look at her and got the exact reaction that I wanted.
Jealously.
With my back to Ken, I crept closer, so that my ass was right on his groin. I slowly and provocatively moved my hips downward and then back up again, I did it a few times until his hands found their way to my hips. And I hummed in appreciation, making sure he could hear me, his breath gasped in response. I put my hands over his and guided them to caress me from my lower abdomen to my inner thighs. I never once let up on swaying my body in the movement of the music.
His hips and body finally caught on and we began moving together, his dick got hard, and I laid my head on his shoulder turning my face to breathe on him. I repositioned my right hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to me. His movements started to get more demanding along with his hands, and I rotated my hips to move even harder and faster on his dick. The music started to slow down to let everyone know that the song would be changing, and I unexpectedly turned around, catching him off guard. I placed my hands on his chest and pressed my lips close to his, close enough to lick his top lip. He shuddered.
“So, Ken…you got a Barbie?”
“No,” he answered without hesitation.
“You want one?” I roused as my hand made its way to the top of his board shorts. I let my fingers tease the skin right below his waistline and I felt his goose bumps become alert.
“Who are you?” he requested in a desired plea.
“Anything you want. What do you want, Ken?”
“You.”
“How much do you want me?”
“So fucking much,” he distressingly answered.
I looked up at his eyes and saw the want and lust shining brightly back at me. “Thanks for the dance,” I stated and smiled as I began backing away. I watched his torn face turn three shades of red before I turned to walk toward the courtyard. It took maybe a minute for me to hear the clicking of heels behind me.
Hook, line, and sinker.
I entered the secluded courtyard with Taylor not far behind me.
“I’m not much for cat fights, Taylor,” I announced, facing her.
“That’s what you’re doing out here, right? You’ve come to confront the girl who dry humped your…whatever he is…on the dance floor?” I assertively stated.
“How do you know my name?” she immediately responded.
I cocked my head to the side. “That’s what you ask? Really? Oh, come on, Taylor! Don’t let me down. I have such high hopes for you. Let’s try that again.”
She hesitated, only for a moment. “Who are you?”
I laughed. “Much better.” I walked closer and moved the hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear. “I am your future. Do you see what happened in there? I know you did. Did you see how easy it was to make him want me? If I would have gotten on my knees and blew him in front of the entire room, he would have happily let me. It didn’t matter that he knew you were in the room.” I paused to let my words sink in.
“Do you want to know what it feels like to have men groveling at your feet? To have so much money that you could literally wipe your pussy with a hundred dollar bill every time you g
o to the bathroom and not think twice about it? How about seeing the world? Huh? To feel like you are number one at every moment of every day,” I enticed, watching her eyes fill with wonder.
“You would be taken care of, wined and dined. They will give you everything you have ever wanted and then some. You check all of your inhibitions, judgments, assumptions, values, and beliefs at the door, Taylor,” I blatantly declared.
“I can see it in your eyes, you want it. Right or wrong, yes or no, devil or angel…they’re all just words, nothing more, nothing less. All you have to do is say yes and I will take you to the Promised Land. And I can guarantee you that you will never look back.” I watched her smile and I knew I had gotten to her.
I watched as her tongue slowly but purposely moved out of her mouth to lick her lips. The tables turned fast. Little Miss Taylor was provoking me.
“Would you like to know how to please a woman, Taylor?” I whispered on the edge of her mouth, my lips softly kissed the corner of hers, and I continued to peck kisses till her mouth moved in unison with mine.
In an instant, her tongue found mine.
I took Taylor’s first virgin girl card that night. It only took fourteen hours of Madam introducing me to her to make her come in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much that girl wanted it. Just goes to show that women do it better and blondes will always have more fun.
I sat in my car, reeking of cheap perfume and sex. I dialed Madam from my car phone the second I put it in drive.
She answered on the second ring, “Madam.”
“It’s done. She will be at The Cathouse at noon.”
Silence.
I could hear her breathing through the phone, so I knew she hadn’t hung up.
“Goodnight,” I said, breaking the silence and hanging up.
Chapter 16
I arrived in Madam’s office at 11:30 the next morning. She was looking through some files and put them away as I walked toward her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked with an annoyed tone.
“I’ve come to train my new recruit. She is mine, isn’t she? I mean, I have already been between her legs and now I would like to see her in between someone else’s.” I satisfyingly smiled while I sat on the corner of her desk leaning my body on my hands.
