The Madam

by M. Robinson

  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.

  Chapter 31

  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.

  “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 giv
e. 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.

  Chapter 32

  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 m
aybe 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.