by M. Robinson
“Oh come on, Madam Dearest, are you pissed off because it only took me a few hours to get her here or did someone come on your face this morning and ruin your mascara?” I said with raised eyebrows.
She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “You think you can handle the training of a new VIP? Just because you got her here, doesn’t mean she will stay. Thus, get off your high horse. It’s far from a done deal, Lilith,” she snubbed.
“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how much I made her scream my name last night. We can reenact it if you wish. I could eat, I’m sort of getting hungry,” I snickered.
She shook her head. “You think you can handle this…then by all means.” She handed me a business card. “I want both of you there by ten.” I put the card in my cleavage.
The door opened and Taylor was escorted in. She blushed the moment she saw me and I winked at her. I crossed my legs on the desk and put my hands on my knees, like a lady.
“Taylor Vaughn, I presume,” Madam said, looking the epitome of the hierarchy she presumed she was. Taylor nodded.
“Darling, I don’t bite. Please have a seat.”
Taylor sat mimicking the exact same position I was in. This was going to be way too easy…
“Before we talk about anything else, let’s talk about the logistics. By you coming here today, you have agreed to move forward with Lilith’s proposition, I assume?” She nodded again.
I watched carefully as Madam moved from her seat to go sit by her, she grabbed her hands in a comforting, almost motherly, gesture. This was the first time I had ever seen Madam with a new VIP, I quickly realized how different our introductions to the lifestyle were.
“I am a Madam. Do you know what that is, Taylor?” she asked and Taylor shook her head no.
“Well…it’s a French word for a lady. It could also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could mean a woman who owns a brothel. Do you know what that is?”
She looked down at her lap. “Something to do with prostitution, right?”
Madam smiled sincerely and grazed the side of her cheek. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, prostitution is such an ugly word, and it’s highly illegal,” she said in a high pitched voice.
She carefully grabbed her chin. “What I run here is very much a legitimate business. I pay my taxes like any other American citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this home a The Cathouse; I have some very important high society sets of clientele, who are looking for only the best. My little black book is filled with names from all around the world; politicians, celebrities, sheiks, princes, kings, doctors, men, and women, all looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds, Taylor, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client for a duration of time and they pay.”
“Ok…and this is where I come in. I would be with them?” she asked. I could see how much her interest had piqued since she sat down.
“Absolutely. You are what makes me so successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power you hold with that tight little thing between your legs?”
It was amazing how easy it was to get inside her head, to know her thoughts before she did. I knew her mind was racing. She couldn’t take in everything that was happening around her. I could see her having some sort of out of body experience. Her brain wasn’t processing what she heard as fast as she would have liked. She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She stood there, thinking to herself for a few seconds in wonderment of what Madam was implying. I turned when I heard the clicks of heels. Madam was coming up behind her. She froze when she felt the tips of her fingers stroll up and down her spine.
I swallowed the saliva that was building in my mouth. This was completely different from how I approached her. I was arrogant about it. Madam was smooth and charismatic; she knew she was holding all of the power, but made Taylor believe otherwise. I was watching her mind fuck the hell out of her, just waiting for her to take the bait.
“Do you understand what I am telling you? I want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other woman.”
She was too frightened to turn around; I could sense it all the way from where I was sitting. The saliva that had been building in my mouth was now a lump in my throat.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked, nervously.
“Yes I do, but not for the reasons that you think,” she continued; while still rubbing her back, she kissed the left side of her neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.” She kissed the center of her neck. “I want to fuck you to please you.” She kissed the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.” She whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear, “More than anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”
She closed her eyes, trying to soak in her words.
“Make me what?” she managed to say.
Moving her fingers from Taylor’s back, she cupped her chin, beckoning her to turn toward her. She did. Madam looked deep her eyes and spoke with more conviction than I had ever witnessed.
“I want to make you a VIP.”
She proceeded to tell her all about the business and how everything worked. It was as if I was watching a movie. Madam had a way with words, even her demeanor was different, and I quickly recognized how threatened she felt by me. My father was right, Madam got off on controlling people and with that came power. She couldn’t do that with me, she knew that VIP would be mine, and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing she did have control over was when it would be mine.
I learned a lot that afternoon. Madam was like a mother to her VIPs. She was captivating and alluring, the way she related every single detail of what was to come was astonishing. She painted a picture of it all with such strength and tenacity; the determination in her voice and the eloquence of her very existence was incredible. I was already a VIP and I was ready to sign my soul away on the dotted line. Madam’s charisma had a magnetic pull and Taylor was the iron.
Taylor was excused to take care of all the necessary details of being a VIP.
I removed the business card from my cleavage. “I thought we weren’t going to be working for a while. Is this date going to be PG?” I sarcastically questioned.
“That gentlemen is good to go, Lilith. I would never put you in harm’s way,” she said moving the hair out of my face.
“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously responded.
She smiled victoriously. “The limo will pick you up first and then it will go get her, all right?” I nodded.
“You’re so beautiful, darling. I’m proud to have you as my daughter,” she softly spoke.
“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously smiled back at her, wondering what game she was playing.
Madam was the queen of manipulation. She would take, take, and take, until she could feel you on the verge of the landing, and only then would she give.
But actions will always speak louder than words.
I dressed in a tight blue strapless corset dress with lace up heels. The limo arrived at 9:15 pm and I was once again greeted with a glass of champagne. It didn’t take long for us to get to her new condo and I watched as she exited her building, her new makeover full in effect. She was glowing. It made me contemplate the awakening of one’s persona…
Haven’t you ever felt like that?
Primal, hungry, a thirst, an itch, an ache for the unknown?
That was VIP.
She was handed champagne and I could tell she was caught off guard when she saw me sitting in the limo, though she politely smiled with a hint of bashfulness behind it. She sat across from me and within minutes, she was fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
I grabbed the vile that I had in my purse for just this reason. I could sense she was watching my every move playing the fiddle of the innocent girl card very well.
“Are you ready?”
She took a deep breath but nodded.
“Taylor, we are way past playing coy, ar
en’t we? I’ve already seen your landing strip,” I declared, bringing my pinky up to my nose and sniffing.
“You want? I share,” I stated in a teasing voice.
“I don’t do drugs,” she responded in a serious tone.
I chuckled. “I don’t either.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Never say never,” I encouraged, handing her the vile.
She grabbed it, like I knew she would, and repeated the same process I just did. “It burns.”
“Give it a minute to work its magic. She moves quickly.”
The limo stopped and she handed me the vile with a satisfied smile on her face. I stepped out and grabbed her hand and we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite. The doors opened to the suite and Madam and a gentleman I had never seen met us.
“Girls,” Madam said, “this is Luke. Luke, this is Lilith and Taylor.”
He leaned in and kissed each of our cheeks and guided us toward the living room. The camera setup that was in the corner caught Taylor’s and my attention immediately. Madam sensed it like she does everything and grabbed Taylor’s hand from Luke to sit next to her on the couch. Luke handed each of us a glass of champagne.
“Luke is aware that this is your first time with a client. You’re nervous, darling. I can feel it all the way over here. Please, don’t be nervous, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. You need to remember, that you run the show, Taylor. I am a mere spectator.” She downed her glass of champagne in one gulp.
“Why is there a camera set up?” she blurted out. Madam cocked a smile at her.
“You are an eager little thing, aren’t you? Before we talk about that, let’s talk about the logistics. By you coming here today, you have agreed to move forward with my proposition, I assume?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“The most important thing that you need to remember is that you never discuss anything about being a VIP to anyone. This is a legal business; I require the utmost discretion from my girls.” She nodded.
“Since we established a comradery earlier today, how about I answer your question,” she suggested.
“This camera is for you, darling.” She smiled. “Well…not just for you, it’s for you, and Luke.” Taylor looked between it and Luke with excitement and trepidation.
“He is going to teach you how to please your clients. The camera is going to record this scene in order for you to watch what you look like when you’re with a client. It will be sort of a tutorial that you can study and grow from. Luke is very good at what he does. He is actually one of my top clients.” She turned to me.
“Lilith, baby, will you go get that robe.” I slid from the couch to retrieve it.
“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,” she said.
Madam moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch, and I handed Taylor the robe while she sat beside me. I glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly at us and noticed a little green light blinking. I hadn’t realized my role in all of this, but I moved when Luke made his way toward Taylor.
Chapter 17
My attention went back to the scene before me, and all I could see was the trepidation all over her face when he whispered something into her ear. He started to caress the side of her neck with his hand, and on the other side, he laid soft tender kisses. He continued his journey of touching and trying to seduce her, Taylor had her eyes closed the entire time. Her movements, demeanor, attitude, and appearance were all wrong. This wasn’t the same woman that I had been with the night before, her confidence and allure was gone.
I turned to see if Madam caught on and if she was going to put a stop to it and assist the girl. What startled me was that she was on her phone; she wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening in front of her.
VIP isn’t ever about our clients, it’s not about giving, it’s about taking.
We take it all and it’s handed to us on a silver-fucking platter with a bright red bow.
We run the goddamn show.
The sound of my heels brought Madam’s attention to me. Taylor hadn’t noticed that I moved to sit next to her, but her eyes were still closed. I grabbed her by her chin bringing her attention to me. Luke noticed and cocked his head to the side in confusion.
I ignored him and looked right into Taylor’s eyes.
“Don’t worry about the camera, Taylor…don’t worry about Luke, just focus on me, okay?” I said in a sultry tone and she nodded.
“Sweet and innocent, Taylor.” My voice was low pitched; it was soothing and intoxicating. I kissed her lips lightly enjoying the savor of strawberry from her lip-gloss.
“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,” I lied, continuing to praise her as I pulled both straps of her dress down to expose her breasts. Her demeanor had slightly changed, her white skin started to get rosy, and her nipples were hard.
I knew what I had to do; I had to make her feel comfortable. I had to make her feel like I knew what she was thinking, feeling, wanting. I did know all of those things, but not from my own experience. I knew all of that because I was that fucking good at what I do.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; I was made for this.
And soon, Madam would see it all too clearly.
“I knew I wanted more out of life, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it,” I explained, moving to crouch on the floor. Never taking my eyes from hers, I tugged on the hem of her dress, beckoning her to shimmy out of it. I slid the dress over her ankles and placed it on the table. She sat there in just her panties and heels, not really knowing what to think. The hesitation was still written on her face, but now there was also temptation. I glanced over at Madam, noticing the look of satisfaction on her face. I wanted to make her happy. For whatever reason, I still wanted to please her. I also wanted to show her that I could do it better.
I knew what the fuck I was doing.
Taylor needed to be cherished; she needed to feel enticed, as if she was being provoked and tempted. Some women can’t be thrown into the wild and survive; it takes a very special breed to be able to find their way out without a guidebook. I was Taylor’s guidebook. I would mold her to what I wanted her to be.
Always lead by example.
I turned my attention back to Taylor. “Phew…you are going to make clients very happy…your body is a paradise,” I admired. “Isn’t she perfect, Luke?” He nodded with a huge grin on his face. He expected what was to come.
I rose, resting my weight on my knees and etching my lips on her collarbone, I blew soft breaths on her skin. I felt her breath catch, as I lightly caressed the sides of her breasts. She was awakened, and her nervousness was vaguely perceptible.
“Your breasts are round, plump, and perky.”
My tantalizing breaths progressed to the middle of her breasts. Which caused another hidden gasp to be released.
“Your nipples are just the right size.”
I looked up at her face, and continued caressing the sides of her breasts.
“I know you don’t see it, but you’re radiating sexuality; you were made for this. There are very few women in this world who are made for pleasure, for giving and receiving such pleasure, and you are one of them. We are few and far between, Taylor.”
My hands skimmed the sides of her body until I stopped at the edges of her panties. With my index fingers, I began to slide them down. She slipped out one leg at a time. My nails lightly skimmed the sides of her legs leaving a trail of warmth behind her.
“The shoes stay on,” I asserted.
I grabbed the robe and she extended her arm while I slid it on; I left it open in the front. I moved to sit down next to her and I could sense her disappointment that she was clothed again. She was riding the thrill, this was all new to her,
it was a high that she couldn’t even begin to explain. I knew this because I felt that same high once; and I continued to look for something, anything that matched that feeling. This, training Taylor, was a high unlike any other. I knew this was the kind of high that would never go away, and I was going to make sure of that.
She had a gleam in her eyes, one that I recognized because I was damn sure I was born with it there; the one that always kept them coming back for more.
It was working. I found even myself wanting more as I knelt down in front of her. “Spread your legs, Taylor,” I demanded, in a soft tone. She did as she was told and the excitement on her face was informative. She could feel all our gazes on every inch of her body. I could feel the yearning and hunger in the room.
We were the predators and she was our prey.
“Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it would be, you’re just the right shade of pink. That pleases me,” Madam stated while inspecting her pussy. I wanted to be the one doing the praising, but as much as I didn’t want to hear Madam, I knew there were still things she could teach me. Although I’m sure there was more that I could teach her.
Taylor’s eyes said everything that we wanted to know.
She was adored. She was wanted. She was loved.
Her nerves had subsided and she felt aroused. I could see that her core was throbbing and all she craved was relief. She suppressed the urge to touch herself; I could see her dainty fingers twitching at the seams. I turned to her and twirled her hair, as I had seen Madam do earlier. I moved her hair to my nose and inhaled. She didn’t seem surprised by my forwardness.
“Do you know that you have a deep erotic smell about you? It’s addicting,” I whispered on her neck, feeling the small bumps rise on her skin beneath my lips.
I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled, she moaned. I kissed lightly at her jaw line. I knew she had forgotten about everything in that moment and all she wanted to do was please us, I was making sure of that. I no longer cared that Madam was in the room, or that there was a camera filming us. Taylor thought this was about her, but it never fucking was, not for one second. This was about me, like everything had been in my life, this was another test.
