The Madam

by M. Robinson

  “Then you’re shit out of luck, Gregory…I don’t remember anything.”

  “I can read the file, but how about you tell me what you know. Maybe there’s something in your head that’s not in here,” he pressed. It only irritated me to have to think about it all over again.

  I sat in a chair across from his desk and crossed my legs. I’m sure my attitude was blatant, but I didn’t give a shit. He worked for me, not the other way around.

  “I had a baby. She was adopted.”

  He stared at me, waiting for more. But he wasn’t going to get more.

  “The only thing you need to worry about, Gregory,” I said his name with such distain it made him squirm in his chair, “is finding her. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Madam. But I hope you know it will take some time.”

  I stood up and pressed my hands to his desk, leaning over until we were face to face. “My mother had this information for a reason, and kept it from me for a reason. I’m assuming she had gotten it from somewhere. And since you are the one that worked for her, one could only assume where she got it from.”

  I straightened back up and fixed my blouse. “VIP is mine now. I had no problems cleaning house after I took over. Would you like me to add you to the donation pile as well?”

  “N…no, Madam.” He radiated with nervousness, and if I had a cock in my pants, it would have been standing at attention. Not because of the sweaty man in front of me, but because of my power.

  “I was not involved in her finding any information, I swear it,” he pleaded.

  “Too bad. If you were, you would at least have a place to start looking. I suggest you halt any other projects you may be working on, now or in the future, until I have what I need.” I turned to leave but he stood up.

  He came around his desk and stopped me from leaving. For the first time since walking in, he seemed like a man. He wasn’t shaking like he had been, nor was he acting nervous. It made me notice his muscular arms and reminded me of how attractive I used to think he was.

  “I’m talking years here, Madam.”

  I grabbed his tie and pretended to straighten it. Instead of fixing it, I tightened it as hard as I could around his neck and used it to pull his face to mine.

  “If you’d get out of my way and start working, I’m sure it’d take less time.”

  I licked his lips and then released him. He didn’t move from where he stood.

  I grabbed him by the balls, the only way to let a man know you mean business, and moved my lips to his ears. “Do this…and I’ll let you do me. I know you’ve always wanted to, Gregory. I noticed how you used to look at me. And I see the way you look at me now.” I backed away and released him. “Don’t do it, and I’ll make sure you never stick your dick in anything warm again.”

  Without a glance back, I walked out of his office and closed the door behind me. It had been a while since I felt that kind of power over someone. Sure, I had VIP and held all of the power over that, but to watch the pupils of a man change so drastically by one touch, or one word; it had been a while.

  I could still feel his lips on my tongue, and I knew what I had to do.

  I made my way to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My girls were always busy with handsome, rich men, while I stood back and worked the business. I was over that. It was time for me to mix a little pleasure with my business. And I knew just where to go.

  One of my girls was set up with a new client. I met him once when he came in to sign his paperwork. He was devilishly handsome for someone around my age. Maybe it was the slight salting of his hair on the sides that did it for me. Whatever it was, it was going to be his pleasure to stick his cock in me for the night.

  I knew where they were meeting, where they were going to be, and I was going to make an appearance.

  I went straight to the hotel room that had been booked and opened the door. These minimum wage hotel clerks would do anything for a tip; including giving a stranger a room key.

  Cynthia was already on the bed, spread eagle, and her company was beginning to undress. They never even heard me come in. I walked up behind him and began to unzip his pants.

  “Here, let me help you with that, darling.”

  He spun around, excited to see me. Cynthia on the other hand, looked a bit shocked but stayed where she was. She knew better than to move or cover up.

  After helping the client out of his pants, I sank into the bed next to my VIP, smelling her body on my way to her face.

  “As much fun as I could have with you right now, I think I’ll have you go. I can handle Mr. Morisette from here.” She looked shocked but didn’t say anything as she removed herself from the bed and dressed.

  I put my heels on the edge of the bed and opened my legs wide, showcasing the fact I was not wearing panties. “What do you think, hmmm? Think you can handle me?”

  “Only one way to find out.” He began to move over me, placing his body between my legs to move up.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gabriel,” I said as I placed my heel right in his chest. “Why don’t we start here?” I insisted, pointing to my pussy. “And by that, I mean with your mouth.” He grinned and dove right in.

  Gabriel Morisette was a power player and he fucked the exact way that he did business; hard, rough, and dirty. The best kind of way. Leaving that room that afternoon made me feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My mother was wrong about a lot of things; who I was, who I’m supposed to be, and who I will become…

  Moments of weakness build character and reinforce stability. You take the good from the bad and vice versa. We pick and choose our demons, just like we do our battles; it’s the beauty about being human.

  Everything happens for a reason…just remember that.

  <>-<>-<>-<>

  A year went by and it was December 16, 1994, I got the phone call that I had anxiously been waiting for.

  “Madam,” I answered.

  “It’s Gregory,” he immediately replied.

  I felt my heart speed up and all the blood from my face drained. “Yes…” was all I could say. It felt like an eternity for him to reply but I knew it was only seconds.

  “She’s gone,” he stated those two words that could change my entire life.

  “What do you mean?”

  “She ran away from home in 1990 when she was thirteen, and no one can find her. She was adopted into a nice home with very comfortable surroundings. Nothing looked suspicious. Her parents tried all avenues to find her and ended up with nothing. No one has heard from her. I have used every resource I have to find her, and still nothing,” he hesitated. “I’m sorry, Madam. She’s gone.”

  “Thank you.” I said and hung up.

  There are some things in life that are better left unsaid, and at times we want answers to questions we don’t even know. I had never run across a problem where throwing money at it didn’t fix it. The fact that I had no control over finding something that belonged to me fucked me up in more ways than one. There was no bittersweet moment, no resolution, and no clear conscience on my part. I take care of what’s mine and I wasn’t even given the opportunity to make things right.

  I finally felt what I was trying to hide all those years.

  I hated my mother.

  And I think she always wanted me to.

  Chapter 28

  Y2K…sound familiar?

  January 1st, 2000, the arrival of the new millennium. December 31, 1999 held the fear that all computers were going to malfunction. People from all over the world feared that our luxuries would be destroyed and we would be reverting back to living with no electricity, heat, or running water. It was called the great Y2K scare. It was the fear that the apocalypse was among us and the end of the world was near.

  I threw a costume, slash orgy, slash drug party.

  I’ll give you a quick recap of the last five years. I did a lot of drugs; I fucked a lot of men, and women. I lived, I laughed, and I loved…myself, VIP, and my girls. I call t
hat era my careless time. I was really messed up after finding out about Elizabeth, Mika, and even Julian. I lost myself for a while; my dark period. The cliff notes version is that I did what the hell I wanted to do. I didn’t once think about any of the consequences of the things that I did.

  The Madam was powerful, envied, feared, and loved. I had anything at my disposal at any given time. No one said no to me, and if they did, they didn’t live to do to it again. I could destroy by just looking at you. You may think that I grew cold or cruel, and you are entitled to your opinion, but the truth is people who make it to the top have to crush those below them.

  I didn’t make the rules for the first time in my life; I just followed them.

  I invited anyone who was worth a damn for my New Year’s Eve party. I figured if the world came to an end, at least I was in good company. I know what you’re asking yourself as you read this…

  Where’s Mika?

  Am I right?

  Mika and I remained “close” throughout those five years. To put it as blunt as possible, we still fucked. How much of a hypocrite am I, you ask? I was the other woman and trust me; it wasn’t by choice. As much as I wanted to walk away from him, I couldn’t, and he wouldn’t allow it. He was absolutely right about one thing, he always gave me what I needed, and it really was the beauty of us.

  I never met his wife or his child and we never talked about it. Mika always lived multiple lives; it’s who he was. He never made excuses or apologizes for the shit he did either. That’s not to say I was the only other woman, I’m sure he had one everywhere he went, but I was his number one girl; at least that’s what he loved to tell me. It also gave me the liberty to do whatever or whomever I wanted to. I was still The Madam, and I never let Mika forget that. In its own completely twisted way, our “relationship” worked for me, and I was aware that it was the only way that I was able to be with someone and not truly be with them; if that makes any sense at all.

  Anyway, I had a special plan for New Year’s Eve. One thing that I learned about high society people is how much they love their recreational drug use, the wealthy love to get fucked up. Think about, if you had all the money in the world and never once had to fear that you couldn’t buy your way out of something, then there were no consequences. People need consequences for change. Thus, taking “recreational” drugs is like going on vacation. You do it because you can. Now their sex was a different story; they loved to do those things behind closed doors. It’s so much easier to be who you are without anyone knowing it’s you.

  When the clock struck midnight, I had someone turn off all the lights, literally. One would think that my guests would experience paranoia and panic, quite the contrary...the music changed and so did the mood. There were candles spread out throughout the entire room and it gave it a soft glow. It had a translucent appearance, a certain je ne sais quoi quality about it. And then…the VIPs walked in. All dressed in nothing but heels. They took center stage in the middle of the room and swayed their hips to the music. I didn’t have to see the guest’s faces to know that they were aroused, which is exactly what I wanted.

  They danced provocatively, provoking and seducing everyone in the room. Their movements were carnal and sinful. I watched as the women captivated the attention of every last person in the room and I was proud. My girls were made for sex; you could see it, you could taste it, and you could fucking feel it. No one took their eyes off of them. They hypnotized the room through their movements. The music changed to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata and the girls glided their way toward their prey.

  My guests didn’t stand a chance.

  Even I was being pulled toward the vitality of my girls. However, I was always a voyeur, as were some other guests. I surveyed the room, breathing in the smell of lust, abandonment, and pussy.

  Some people need love…

  I need sex, money, power, and control.

  I stood in the corner of the room with my back against the wall and observed all the primal hunger around me. My hands eased their way up my thighs and I lavished in the velvetiness of my skin. My nails lightly skimmed the first layer of pores that left my hair standing up at attention. I caressed my thighs in an up and down motion as I looked everywhere around the room. The eroticism was a work of art that I created. I was living a piece of history and people would talk about this for years to come. The thrill of it all was enough to get me wet.

  As I observed bodies being devoured and adored by one, two, three or more people. There was no judgment…this was not depravity…this was VIP.

  I didn’t have to look to know that he was there.

  I didn’t have to find him to know that he was watching me.

  As Beethoven’s melody continued to assault our senses, it illuminated the raw acts before us. The new millennium was welcomed with unadulterated passion.

  My right hand found its way toward the lining of my panties and I touched the layer of silk right above the labia of my lips. The palm of my hand swayed back and forth on my pussy as I felt the moisture seeping through. My other hand slowly moved its way up my body and I began rubbing at the back of my neck while my fingers found the inside of my panties. I didn’t touch where I wanted myself the most; instead, I teased my labia and spread around the wetness from my opening.

  My hand made its way down to my breast and I massaged myself through my dress. I bit my bottom lip as I watched a client suck on a VIPs clit. Her head fell back, as did mine. I pushed two fingers inside of my heat and moaned. There I was, shamelessly fucking myself while everyone else was getting fucked. My eyes closed on their own as I pushed harder on my g-spot and moments later, I felt him.

  His fingers lay on top of mine and he pushed me in deeper and firmer. He kissed and sucked on the side of my neck as he removed the straps of my dress and bra to expose my breasts. I whimpered when he bit me.

  “You’ve been waiting for me, Angel?” he whispered in my ear as he sucked on my earlobe.

  “Tell me…huh…tell me you’ve been waiting for me. I want to hear you say it.”

  “Mmmmm…” I groaned and he stopped my hand from moving. I griped at the loss of movement. I was so close to coming undone and he knew it.

  “Tell me and you can come,” he insisted.

  “Fuck…Mika,” I pleaded as I tried to move my hips, but he pushed all his body weight on me, caging me in.

  “You want to come…then be a good girl…” I opened my eyes and stared into his dark, abandoned eyes. He was as fucked up as I was. We were both lost and used each other to find our way out of the solitude.

  I leaned into his ear and blatantly admitted, “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m always waiting for you and I fucking hate you and love you for it.”

  “That’s my Angel,” he groaned as he manipulated my hand to fuck me harder. He roughly kissed his way to my nipple and took one in his mouth. I could feel his teeth as he nibbled, making me feel both pleasure and pain. I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him and molding him into me as his hand went into my panties to draw circles around my clit. I could hear panting all around me and the endless amounts of skin on skin contact.

  Mika urgently kissed me and our tongues twirled and tasted each other. I sucked on his bottom lip as I removed my hand and found his belt. I freed his hard cock and soaked it with the juices that were on my hand. He grabbed under my thigh and pulled my leg up as he plunged deep into my wet core.

  “Fuck…you feel good. I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.” We stayed like that for several seconds just enjoying the feel of one another. He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed lightly as he began to thrust in and out of me. All the sounds and smells added to the sensation of our joining bodies.

  “Harder, Mika…fuck me harder,” I begged as he grabbed my other leg to wrap around him. My back hit the wall with every give and take, and I knew I was going to bruise. I needed the pain and he knew it. The harder he fucked me the tighter I squeezed on his shaft. I could feel my juices dripp
ing down my ass. I met him with every thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore and came.

  “Jesus…Angel…come on my cock…just like that…” he panted as he thrust into me one last time, his entire body shook along with mine.

  The second he placed me on the floor, his phone rang.

  He pulled me into an embrace. “Happy New Year, Angel,” he said into the side of my neck.

  “Happy New Year,” I repeated.

  He kissed me one last time and left. I didn’t have to wonder where he was going. I laughed it off and enjoyed the rest of my night with my guests.

  Happy fucking New Year!

  Chapter 29

  A year and a half is all it took for things to take a drastic turn; June 6, 2001 was my 41st birthday. I was never one to make a big deal out of my birthday, but you can imagine the attention that it brought. I didn’t care about getting older, I never looked my age, and you are only as old as you feel. I did my normal routine early that morning until my phone rang; I was expecting it to be another celebratory phone call. Except…I was wrong.

  “I found her,” Gregory declared.

  As soon as I heard the words, my knees gave out and I dropped into my office chair in shock. He explained everything to me carefully and precisely and I took in every syllable. A part of me didn’t believe what I was hearing; so much so, that he had to repeat the address of where she was three times before I could write it without shaking.

  The past always has its way of catching up to you, and mine crept in slowly. It took twenty-four years for me to get to that point and I had no idea what I was going to do with the information. Sometimes in life, you think you know the answers to questions that you constantly ask yourself, but when the moment truly comes to your front doorstep, you don’t know whether to answer the door or slam it shut. I don’t care who people think you are or the persona you have people believe is you, nobody knows what goes on in your mind when you lay your head to sleep at night.