The Madam

by M. Robinson

  Chapter 34

  I had no doubt in my mind that she would show up when I told her to, but I hadn't expected her to be five minutes early. It was a feeling I couldn't describe...still can't. But there she was, dressed in a silky white gown that left very little to the imagination. She was a goddess. It was like a dream come true. I watched silently as she stared at the fireplace in the room, so I clicked it on, surprising her. She turned around, eyes growing wide as she saw me. I told Hector to get some champagne; I knew she would need it as I watched her nervous ticks. Her knee was bouncing rapidly, and I could practically hear her heart beating against her chest.

  “You know, beautiful girl, I have been following you around for quite some time. You have several men and women who are very taken by you.” I watched, as her eyes grew wide, I knew I had scared her some, like a frightened kitten.

  “That night at the bar was the first time I had ever seen you." Her voice was timid, even though she was trying to sound strong. I could see through it. I could see right through her.

  “It was the first time I allowed myself to be seen. I realize that you like your privacy, which is something I admire and respect. You don’t have many friends. They’re more like acquaintances, another trait that I look for. You wear your sexuality on your sleeve, and unlike most women, you know that when you walk into a room, people turn. You thrive on that attention, which I admire also. Although, I am concerned about your boss. Is Devon going to be a problem?” I wasn't worried about Devon...The Madam doesn't worry about anyone. It was her response, "not at all" that made the sky open and the rays of sunshine shine down on her. She was perfect. I couldn't wait to try her out to see just how perfect she was.

  “Well then, I am sure you’re wondering why I asked you to my home today. I want to begin by saying that you look beautiful. Almost, like a sacrificial lamb in that white dress. Is that what you think this is, Bella Rosa, am I the big bad wolf? Are you trying to tell me you’re an innocent, little virgin?” She didn’t say anything and it irritated me a little; I wanted her to respect me, not fear me.

  “You know, I’m not fond of this cat and mouse game, I feel like you’re playing with me. You are free to speak your mind, ask me anything you would like to know.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Why am I here?” I laughed internally, Ysabelle didn’t like to be pushed, and if she was, she would push back. That’s a quality that I have always admired about her.

  “Hmmm direct, I like that about you. You don’t like to putter around; you want to get to the point and that’s that. In my line of work, that’s a very good quality to have. Would you like to know what I do?” She nodded.

  “I am a Madam. Do you know what that is, Bella Rosa?” I asked and she shook her head no. This was practically a scene I could have played out without a script. All the girls always responded the same. It didn’t matter to me, though it made my job easier.

  “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?” My mother's words spilling from my lips as if they were mine to begin with.

  She looked down at her lap. “Like a place of prostitution?” That response pissed me off but I couldn’t show her that. My girls are never to be called prostitutes and I would bury whoever tried to say so.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk, prostitution is such an ugly word, and it’s highly illegal,” I said in a high pitched voice.

  “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 place 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.” I cocked my head to the side. “You name it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds, Bella Rosa, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client for a duration of time and they pay.”

  “Ok…what does that have to do with me?” she asked with piqued interest. I had her…I could have stopped there and she would have come back, but I didn’t want her to just come back. I wanted her to live, breathe, and love VIP.

  “It has absolutely everything to do with you, Bella Rosa. 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?”

  I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She couldn’t process everything that was happening all around her. Her mind wasn’t processing what she heard me say as fast as she would have liked. She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. I would give her a minute to think about what I was propositioning her with and let it sink in. I didn’t want her to think too much about it and I knew subconsciously her mind was already made up. Society can fuck you up with what they think is acceptable and what is not. I wanted her to know that she could make her own rules, and not give one damn about what people thought.

  What’s life without a little controversy…

  She turned when she heard the clicks of my heels coming up behind her. She froze when she felt the tip of one finger stroll up and down her spine. I watched her throat work hard to swallow the saliva that had built in her mouth.

  People say they see their lives flash before their eyes just before they die...I saw mine just before I felt alive. I saw my mother with Taylor on that fateful day. The day I realized how it all worked. I saw it as vividly as I saw Ysabelle in front of me. I didn't need to think about my words. I didn't need to plan my next moves. They just came to me as if I was meant for this one moment in my life. As if I was born for this one purpose.

  “Bella Rosa, 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. “You want to fuck me?” she asked nervously.

  “Yes I do, not for the reasons that you think.” I continued to rub her back as I kissed the left side of her neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.” I kissed the center of her neck. “I want to fuck you to please you.” I kissed the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.” I whispered in her ear, “More than anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”

  She closed her eyes, trying to soak in my words just as I had seen Taylor once do.

  “Make me what?” she managed to ask.

  Moving my fingers from her back, I cupped her chin, beckoning her to turn toward me. She did. I looked deep into her eyes and spoke with more conviction than I ever had, exactly like my mother.

  “I want to make you a VIP.”

  <>-<>-<>-<>

  She called the next morning. I didn’t even have to be told it was her on the line when the intercom spoke, I felt her in my bones. It was as if we were one person. Ysabelle was my means to an end. I would stop at nothing to get her, and keep her.

  Remember that…

  “Bella Rosa,” I said. She was caught off guard that I knew it was her. She didn’t say anything.

  “Are you there?” I asked. She still didn’t say anything.

  I had to calm her nerves, ease her fear and trepidation. I was her Madam with or without her consent, but I would much rather have her hand it to me freely.

  “My Bella Rosa, I can hear you breathing, my beautiful girl,” I declared.

  “I’m here…I thought about it last night and I want to do this,” she blurted out. Her words came out rushed as if she was saying them before she had a chance to change her mind and hang up. That hurt and offended me.

  “I know that I could make you proud.” And just like that, it went away.

  “I know that you can, too. I never had any doubts. Do you work tonight?” I asked.

  “I quit, before I came to see you yesterday.” She didn’t have to tell me, I knew the moment she walked into my house that she was a VIP.

/>   “As I knew you would. I’ll see you at six this evening.”

  Chapter 35

  “Bella Rosa…” I turned around and took her in, I gestured for her to sit on the settee.

  “Please, make yourself comfortable and sit wherever you feel at ease.”

  She moved to the couch in the middle. I moved to sit opposite of her, thinking she may want some space before I disclosed what was on the itinerary for the night. I handed her a glass of champagne, I knew she would need it.

  “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, Bella Rosa. I am a mere spectator.” She downed the entire glass of champagne in one gulp. I wanted to tell her that ladies don’t gulp, but I held back. We would get to that; we would get to everything.

  “Why is there a camera set up?” she uttered. I cocked a smile at her.

  Ysabelle was also impatient; definitely something we would need to work on.

  “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, she wanted to say something fresh…but she didn’t. Smart girl.

  “All right then, let me begin by explaining how all of this works, Bella Rosa. Oh, and please feel free to interrupt me at any time if you have questions.”

  I moved to sit right beside her; I brushed the hair off her shoulders, and held both of her hands in my lap. It was something that I wished my mother had done with me, I learned a lot from what my mother didn’t do, and it made me a better Madam for it. Call it a blessing in disguise.

  “I would be your Madam. 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.”

  “How many girls do you have?” she asked.

  “You would be my lucky number eight,” I replied. I didn’t tell her that she would be my number one girl, she would find out soon enough. I was salivating with desire to have her here. It was worth the wait to have her seated next to me. I wished I could tell her everything, though I couldn’t. The possibility of her hating me would to be high and it wasn’t a chance I would ever be willing to take. She was too important to me and VIP.

  “I would have complete control over what you do and whom you are with. My clients contact me and I choose the woman that I feel is best suited. You would be with both men and women, sometimes it would be a party of two, and sometimes it would be more. All of my clients are tested to make sure they are healthy and safe. Condoms are not permitted, and you would be put on birth control.”

  “Why aren’t condoms permitted?”

  “Because, my beautiful girl, some of our clientele have relationships…we are not here to judge; to each their own. Given that most of our clientele are men, they can be rather…how do I see say this…careless. I don’t want drama. I avoid it at any given costs. Therefore, not having to worry about any hiccups such as a condom left in a pocket, makes things run smoother, don’t you think?” She nodded again.

  The truth was, I would never have another hiccup like I had experienced with Brooke. It was my own fault to put the responsibility on someone else. I was careless to think that anything could get done without me; if you want it done correctly then you need to take care of it your damn self.

  “I use the Depo-Provera shot on all of my girls, which is the most effective type of birth control. You would get it done every three months, here in my home. I take care of all of it. I don’t like to mess around with the possibilities of forgetting to take a pill, it keeps the clients and I at ease. I also take care of everything that you need- your clothing, shoes, jewelry, transportation, food, and living expenses. I give you your own personal credit card, which you’re allotted a certain expense each month for your private things. You would immediately be moving into one of my condos, this is your home, and clients do not come to your sanctuary. The meeting arrangements are pre-determined.”

  I stopped myself, knowing that she would have questions. It was a lot to take in, but she would live like a queen. I would make sure of it. She would never go another day in her life without knowing how valued and appreciated she is. I wouldn’t allow her to step foot in anything that wasn’t glamorous or exclusive. She had absolutely no idea what awaited her, and I had the pleasure to say that I was going to show her everything. I was giving the ultimate gift of life…to thy own self be true; VIP.

  “I have my own place and my own things. Why can’t I just continue as I am and only use your things when needed?”

  It was endearing to hear that she was proud of her accomplishments, as she should be. However, there were greater things in store for her that only I could show her; I would open her eyes to the world. It was something that only I could offer her, and in return, she would give me everything I ever wanted.

  “I am your Madam, and with that, comes my responsibility to take care of you. I wasn’t lying when I said I am a mother figure to my girls. I feel more comfortable knowing that you are kept up to the standards that I feel that you deserve and are entitled to. Do you understand?”

  “My lease on my apartment is still good for another eight months and what would I do with all my furniture and my car?”

  I wanted to laugh and chastise her, but it quickly reminded me of my mother. I didn’t want to be anything like my mother, although the older I got, the more I felt like there were things about her that I was turning into. I was fortunate enough to catch them and immediately change it. It didn’t stop them from occurring though.

  “Those are easy things to handle. Learn now, beautiful girl, that money talks in all languages, so let me worry about that. You worry about nothing.” I smiled.

  “You are absolutely gorgeous, therefore there won’t be much need for a makeover, but we will be scheduling one anyway. You will be waxed, polished, and primed. A diet plan will be established, as well as a workout regimen that you will follow extensively,” I stated. I know she was having her doubts about me, which was expected. I would change her mind and it wouldn’t take long to do, Ysabelle wanted control…that was the gateway to VIP.

  “Keep in mind that not all of the dates will be sexual, it all depends on the wants and needs of the client. It could vary from being arm candy for the night to a week away on business, to just a good ole fashion orgy. The cost for you would vary, again on what the want and need is from the client. All prices are pre-established, and profits are split evenly between you and I. I tell you what is expected and you follow. There are times when the clients seize the moment and arrangements change, pricing changes after that as well. You let me worry about that. It’s all very simple, Bella Rosa. The more you learn the easier it will be for you. Within time, you can determine your own pricing and desires.”

  “Ok…how much does a blowjob cost?” she asked.

  I laughed so hard that it echoed in the room. She needed to learn the finer things in life began with a proper vocabulary. I would be scheduling her to take an etiquette class as soon as possible. My clients had a taste for the finer things in life and she would learn that when the time was right. That didn’t stop the yearning for it to be now. I was like a kid in a candy store just waiting…

  “My beautiful girl, blowjob, really? Oral sex, as you so articulately called a blowjob is not what this is about. You aren’t rented per hour in a Motel Six, Ysabelle. You’re not a whore; you’re an escort. You need to realize that you, my dear, are a treasured jewel, not some slut sucking cock. The clients have you for an allotted time and if sex is requested then you will always be pampered and treated like a queen. My clients know how to treat a lady. You will never feel degraded or cheap. You have the authority, you run the show, you govern the room, you hold the power…do I make myself clear?” I quest
ioned. I never wanted her to believe that she was anything less than perfect.

  “Yes,” she replied with a little more ease. Her demeanor had changed; she was enticed.

  “To answer your question so eloquently put, nothing costs less than $5,000, Bella Rosa.”

  She choked on her champagne and I handed her a napkin.

  “$5,000?! Are you for real?” she stuttered. “How…why…what…? Why would anyone pay that much?”

  I needed to nip this in the bud now. I wouldn’t have the patience to keep explaining myself over and over again. I am fully aware, that to a girl raised like Ysabelle, all of this would sound surreal and shocking. I needed to have my best foot forward with her. As much as it pains me to take baby steps, I would do it for her. She was that important to me and coming from me, that means everything.

  “Because they can. You need to get into the mindset that this is not your average run of the mill man or woman. This…my darling, is a craving for wanting the best, which is you. I know that you know you’re stunning, let’s stop playing coy, okay? I am very good at what I do, that’s why I am the best, and I’m not just referring to Miami. I am the best all over the world. I know how to pick my girls, this isn’t a sorority that anyone can pledge to, and I chose you…”

  She looked down at her lap. I grabbed her chin and made her look back up at me.

  “With the training that you will receive, you will be unstoppable, you have no idea what success awaits, and I cannot wait to witness it.” I leaned over and whispered in her ear. I didn’t want Brooke to hear me; she was in the other room waiting to be announced. I never pinned my girls against each other, but Ysabelle was different. I wanted to make her know and understand that now, so there would be no confusion about her place with me and VIP.