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Dark Facade (Book Two) (Dark Facade Series)

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by Hubbard, Sylvia


  Not all of the women in the facility were there today at breakfast. She learned that some were on extreme punishment and some were so highly prized that they were not allowed to leave the chamber and their masters paid high to have them sequestered and their classes taken privately. She was shocked to learn that a private lesson was a thousand dollars an hour.

  Maxine compared her status like Geisha women in China. And in order to keep her master, she had to please him in every way; otherwise he could turn her over to the general harem or another master.

  To keep him meant one thing - sex. If she wasn’t giving it or receptive to it, then her master could lower her position and she would be forced to become someone else’s slave. That was a lot of weight on her shoulders and she was mentally recording everything she heard in every class in order to make Phillip happy, but she knew the evitable would have to happen and she would have to allow him to have sex with her.

  While they were in the private room, they were allowed to speak freely. Anna paraded around the room boasting how her master had promised her this and that. There was another woman with a large dark purple bruise on her thigh was just as similar as Anna in her boast and Maxine was quite amused as they showed off rings or bracelets they had been given.

  “You’ve a gold crest,” the bruised woman pointed out, speaking to Maxine. “Why are you so quiet? What did your master do to you last night?”

  The room went quiet as envious eyes were on Maxine.

  CHAPTER 13

  Maxine shook her head because in truth Philippe had given her nothing, but money and she didn’t think that counted.

  “I got the same thing,” the woman with the busted lip mumbled as if she knew why Maxine hesitated to speak. “He knocked me around the place also so much I don’t think I want to speak about it; Called me a whore repeatedly and then ripped my clothes off and raped me.”

  “They all hit,” Anna said obviously, opening at the front of her dress and showing a bruise above her breast and then a bite mark on the other breast.

  “But why?” Maxine questioned quietly.

  “Who cares,” Anna responded. “They make up for it with the gifts we get and what they mess up, they have the money to fix.”

  Maxine gasped as one woman showed a cigar burn on her back, which had been done while her master was “doggie-styling.”

  They all looked at Maxine again and she blushed.

  She knew there was soreness in her butt where she had fallen, but she wasn’t about to show her ass to these women. “Mine is on my butt,” she admitted and then rolled up her sleeves. By now, the wrist marks were darker as she predicted and this seemed enough to sate the women’s curiosity.

  “Like I said,” Anna repeated. “They all hit. They like the privilege to beat a sister to submission because these rich crackers are all weak in the real world.” Her voice was thick with animosity.

  Thinking about what was to come for tonight, Maxine asked, “Is anyone worried about… disease?”

  The woman with the busted lip said, “I was. I used to be a nursing assistant until I hurt my back and then I was stuck at home because I lost my injury claim. So when they told me what I had to do when I got up in here, I was scared about that, but then Lisa assured me all the men go through rigorous physicals and all the women’s doctors records are pulled or they get checked every three months. Did you get a physical before coming here?”

  Maxine shook her head.

  “Have you gone to a doctor in the last three months?”

  “A little over two months ago.”

  “That’s why. They most likely used their political or doctorial powers to pull your health records instead of making you go through a physical all over again,” the woman explained.

  “What about life outside of these walls?” Maxine questioned.

  Anna narrowed her eyes at Maxine suspiciously.

  “Life? What about it?” the woman with the busted lip. “Our life is damn good in here from that life outside these walls. Or you just enjoy being broke all the damn time?”

  “But are you worried you might bump into them?”

  A lot of the women sniggered and chuckled.

  “When would we bump into them?” Anna asked ridiculously. “When we’re cleaning the shit out their bathroom? Or maybe when we’re being charged with a crime? Or how about after our real boyfriends beat the shit out of us? Ha! You ain’t never gonna be doing anything in your life outside of here to mistakenly bump into them.”

  The woman with the thick lip added, “And iffin’ you do, I heard, it don’t matter. They act like they don’t even know you.”

  A woman appeared at the door with their handler, which Maxine had found out his name to be Derrick. He was helping the woman pull in a movable closet.

  He reminded her of a well built very young version of a serious Russell Crow. He never smiled and ominously watched everything when he was around. Derrick left out and closed the door behind him.

  “I am Nicole, the facility’s clothier,” the woman said. She looked Creole with a slight French accent. She was real skinny, with dark crème skin, light almond eyes and a little over fifty years of age. “I am in charge of management of all clothing. From cleaning to buying. This is my personal boutique for High Slaves.” She opened the closet. “Your dresses must be chosen for tonight’s fest.”

  Every high-end fashion designer’s dress hung on the garment racks. Beautiful, expensive and seductive, each dress seemed to be designed especially for a certain kind of personality or size.

  Maxine stepped forward along with the other women and looked through the dresses. They were priced between five hundred to a thousand dollars.

  The woman with the busted lip asked, “And what if we don’t chose from what you have to offer?”

  Nicole answered simply, “Then you have standard dresses in your room, but remember you represent your master like a trophy.”

  Maxine found a beautiful gold spaghetti strapped ankle length dress with gold and silver crystal embellishments around the edges and a mid-thigh slit. Nicole came over to look at her selection.

  Smiling favorably, Nicole said, “Your master will delight in your pick, Honey.”

  Looking at Nicole being transported back in time when the stranger saved her from the garage, Maxine frowned, “Why did you call me that?”

  “I know your master,” Nicole said obviously, smiling in comfort. “I spoke with him this morning and that’s what he called you when referring to you before he left.”

  Maxine frowned wondering why had Philippe called her the same name as the stranger? Coincidence? Of course.

  Nicole said, “He has been in the organization for years and has never picked a slave, but he made the rounds when he paid the highest for you.” She pushed a cowlick from Maxine’s face. “Your innocence is prized among them.”

  Anna snorted. “And that dress will definitely make you look like a skank.”

  Nicole looked disapprovingly. “Are you buying that dress?” she asked Anna stiffly. “It’s a grand.”

  “Does it include shoes?” Anna asked.

  “Yes. I chose them myself. You won’t be disappointed,” Nicole said proudly.

  Anna put the dress back. “No, I want something tasteful.” She choose a five hundred dollar dress.

  “How much is that dress?” the woman with the busted lip asked, pointing to Maxine’s choice.

  “Twelve hundred,” Nicole said as if it were just a walk in the park.

  Maxine had never worn anything over thirty dollars from Wallmart and almost dropped the dress knowing the price. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford it, but clothing had never been one of her top listed items to spend money on.

  “Can you pay for it?” Anna sneered as if she knew Maxine couldn’t afford something like that.

  Reaching in her pocket, Maxine took out the money Philippe had placed in there. Deducting three hundred dollars from the wad, she handed it to Nicole.

  “I�
�ll have the dress resized and delivered to your apartment by tonight,” Nicole said also taking the dress.

  Maxine bashfully looked around the room to see some of the women’s mouths were still open in shock at the wad of money she had pulled out.

  After Nicole took everyone’s money that was buying and their selections, she left promptly. There were still a few minutes before their next class start.

  “How’d you get so much money?” the woman with the busted lip asked.

  Maxine shrugged. “He gave it to me this morning before he left.” She bit her lip mad at herself for telling that much. “I didn’t know what it was for until now.”

  Right before their last class, which was the masseuse class, they were returned to the private room and another woman came in to ask if they wanted to schedule facials and hair appointments for tonight. That cost one hundred dollars each. Not many were able to pay.

  Anna only sucked her teeth at Maxine as both of them paid at the same time.

  “How much for a massage tonight too?” Anna asked.

  The woman looked a little wary of the question. “I don’t know if you’ll have enough time for that before the feast, but that’s one hundred too.”

  “I’ll have one.”

  Maxine only rolled her eyes heavenwards and sat down. She was not going to play silly games with this woman. Her character was evident when she had spoken in the van and not said a word when the other woman was thrown off.

  Derrick entered the room. “Ladies, please prepare to attend your last class and then you’ll be blindfolded again to be returned to your chambers.” Everyone began to get in a single line as always, but Derrick gently grabbed Maxine’s hand when she was about to get behind Anna. “All except you, Maxine. A temporary handler will return you to your chambers. You won’t be attending the last class.”

  Her love of dancing from when she was little was very much still there and she was highly disappointed she couldn’t attend the class. Yet, also thinking she had done something wrong and not really wanting to face what could be a beating, she blurted out, “But I wanted to go.”

  “Your master has just ordered me to return you to your chambers because he said you needed rest since you did not get any last night. His words exactly is that he is giving you a boon.”

  Blushing profusely, Maxine looked down knowing all eyes were on her again. A warm glow started in her stomach feeling Philippe’s effect on her body even though he wasn’t around. The man knew just what to say to make her want to obey.

  Derrick continued, “He said you will receive your last class privately if you so requested. Is that fine?”

  Several women gasped.

  Maxine saw shocked expressions on all the other women faces and looked back at Derrick and nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you.”

  He smirked wickedly. “Don’t thank me, thank your master. I have to convey your choice immediately so I will return with a temporary handler to take you back to your chambers. Everyone wait a moment.” Derrick left them again.

  “Your request?” the woman, who had boasted with Anna, cried in amazement. “Girl, what did you do to that man? I heard that a slave is rarely given a choice to do something. We’re just always told what to do.”

  Maxine shrugged in embarrassment.

  When Derrick returned, the large man from the hall that had the stick followed him.

  “Put on your blindfold, Slaves,” Derrick ordered them all.

  Once her blindfold was on, she felt a rough grip above her elbow and she was practically dragged out the room. The large man smelled like rusted steel and he breathed heavily. She didn’t complain and did her best to keep up, but every once in a while she did stumble.

  He paused only in the elevator and then at the door. “Your key, Slave,” he barked.

  Reaching in her pocket, she retrieved her key and held it up. He snatched it from her and she heard a door opened. She was practically shoved in and the key slapped back in her hand.

  “Remove your blindfold and you have two hours to do as you were ordered,” he growled before the door slammed shut.

  Maxine took the blindfold and mask off to see she had been returned to the chamber. Exhaustion hit her hard and she used the last of her energy to walk over to the couch and lie down. Soon as she closed her eyes, she was sleep.

  Hopefully tonight she would see Lisa. That’s when she hoped all the women would be there who wasn’t there at breakfast or lunch. Otherwise, she might have to break the rules and sneak out of her chamber in search for Lisa.

  She Needed to hurry and find her friend and coworker, because if Maxine kept being around Philippe, she was sure if her mind and heart would become conflicted in her choices to never want to see him again.

  If she stayed here longer than necessary, Maxine knew it would be difficult to leave.

  CHAPTER 14

  When Philippe entered the chamber, he found her lying on the couch still asleep. He told the servant that had come with him to help prepare her for tonight to come back in a couple of hours. It was only six and the feast didn’t begin until nine. He had no intentions of staying long at the feast, but he knew if he didn’t attend Maxine’s worth would triple in the organization because hiding her would make her seem priceless. Although he wanted that, he knew it would cause a lot of tension and he did not want that. It would make it difficult for Maxine when she had to interact with the other women.

  The majority of masters didn’t care what happened when they were not around their slave, but Philippe had been in this organization too long to see how vicious some of these women could be.

  Taking off his jacket and tie, he moved to the couch eager to get closer to her. Kneeling down by the couch, not caring he was on his knees in a ten thousand dollar tailored made suit, Philippe lightly touched her chin. The sensation was tickling to her and she outstretched her neck giving him the desired position to lean down and kiss her throat. His lips descended as he opened the front of her dress to lay kisses on her chest and then move to her breasts.

  She did not awake, but there was a whispered moan and even an unconscious smile on her lips as he moved to the other one, suckling on the dark nipple, swirling it around his tongue loving how hard they erected from his ministrations.

  Her body told him she wanted it. He had smelled her heat this morning in the kitchen and had wanted to drop to his knees and taste her right then, but he knew he could not show his weakness for her.

  His hand moved down between her legs to tantalize her. Her legs weren’t open wide enough to frolic about as he wanted to, but with her wetness his finger was able to slide between her delicate dark folds. Her pussy was warm and inviting.

  Philippe accepted the invitation and slowly caressed her, loving the feel of her softness against his fingers and whether she denied it mentally he knew she wanted him. He knew without a doubt she was attracted to him and that made his manhood hard, but he had waited so long to have her, he could wait just a little bit more.

  Just as he removed his hand abruptly, she awoke with a sharp gasp to see him suckle the juices off his fingers.

  The mere sight turned her on, he could tell. A deep connection for her had always been there since he first laid eyes on her.

  She started to sit up, but he placed a hand on her chest to still her movements. When she began to speak he pressed a finger to her lips. She blushed as she looked down to see her body exposed to him.

  Leaning over her, he rubbed the tip of his nose over her forehead, down the bridge of her nostril, and circled the tip of hers. His mouth was inches from hers and he waited patiently until she understood he wanted to be kissed. She seemed to know very quickly and Philippe took great pleasure in being her master, knowing his wealth had finally given him something very worthwhile.

  Her mouth was so convivial to his own and she expressed far more arduousness in her actions than her words. He pulled away and pressed her shoulders down on the couch to break the kiss.

  Hiding his o
wn need to kiss her again, Philippe tried to indulge in idle conversation to quell his lust. “Did you rest well?”

  Maxine nodded and smiled honored. “That gesture was much appreciated, Master. Thank you for that boon.”

  His look became dead serious. “Maxine, I want you.”

  Those simple words made her scared and excited at the same time. She was speechless and he enjoyed seeing the fearful titillation in her eyes.

  “I’ve put it off long enough and I’m sure by now you know I was being more than tolerant.”

  Suddenly, she blurted out, “Why are you ashamed of me?”

  Philippe knew she would ask this of him eventually and he should have just punished her for speaking out of line, but he didn’t. She was intelligent and she had to understand once they walked out that door tonight with the others he would treat her very different.

  “In the world of the old wealth, one must live by its rules in order to keep the wealth and make even more. This world does not want change and this world does not accept integration.” He stroked her cheek, down to her neck reaching her collarbone with the back of his hand and then moved back up to do it again. “Our wants and desires become secrets and gossip fodder. I desire you and I must indulge in that desire away from my world.”

  “You mean you desire a black woman?” she corrected him.

  He did not agree or disagreed to her statement. Let her think what she wanted to think. Some truths were never to be revealed yet. “The only happiness that my wealth gives me is knowing I can indulge in my desires with a freedom very few would understand.”

  “I’m confused about it still,” she said. “You’ve had other women here?”

  He was impressed that she could always ask questions about anything when his defenses were down. Very few people knew when that was. Yes, Maxine Moore had a very beautiful brain between her ears. “Yes I have, but none that stayed. Temporaries from the harem.”

  “And what happened to them?”

  “They were returned to the harem.”

  “Are they allowed to ever come out of the harem?”

  “Of course. Used by other masters.” He frowned, wondering why she was asking these strange questions.

 

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