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  I turned to look at Olivia again and watched as she was leaving the room.

  The song ended and I excused myself by saying I was going to the restroom. I followed the way that Olivia was leaving. The banquet hall was massive I had no idea where she could have went to.

  I was about ready to give up, when I saw the small frame of a shadow outside by the lake.

  I stopped myself from coming too close to her, afraid of what would happen if I did.

  “You know, don’t you?” She inquired.

  “Know what?” I hesitated.

  “You know she’s been in love with you since before I was even around. I think a part of you loves her too.”

  “I do-“

  “No, Sebastian. I know what you’re going to say. You love her, blah, blah, blah…I’m saying I think a part of your heart belongs to her, and it always has. That’s why it’s so hard for you to be with me. It would be like the ultimate betrayal to her, she doesn’t care if you are with someone else, just as long as it’s not me. In her mind, if I had you she would lose you. Am I right?”

  “Oli…” I whispered.

  She turned around to look at me, “Am I fucking right?”

  “I don’t know how to answer that. I’ve never been more fucking confused in all my life. My whole life was consumed with Julia until you came along, and then my life became consumed with both of you. You each have a piece my heart in one way or another. I would die or kill for both of you. All I know is that ever since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you. We have had this connection. This pull to one another that neither one of us can stop.” I expressed.

  “It kills me to know that I am hurting you. It would kill me just the same if I hurt Julia. That’s the truth Oli, that’s all of it. I’m a selfish asshole. You deserve so much better then what I can offer you, and it makes me physically ill to think of you in someone else’s arms. I can’t let you go, and I can’t hurt her. I’m fucked; either way you look at it one of you are hurting.”

  The door open and we both looked back at it.

  “Hey, what are you guys doing back here?” Julia asked.

  “Nothing. My feet hurt and I came out here to take a break.” Oli explained.

  “Oli, I told you that you had to walk around in them to break them in, you wouldn’t listen.” She chuckled.

  “I know, let’s go back inside. Proms almost over.”

  “Angel, is having an after party at his house. I told him we were going.” Julia suggested, as we walked past her.

  We went to the party and Olivia kept her distance from me. I tried to get her alone more than once and she just avoided me at all costs. It was evident that our relationship would never be the same that night. I needed to accept that, although I didn’t know it would change the course of our lives.

  *Y*

  To say that I was a bundle of nerves would have been understated. I’d felt so many emotions the last few days that I was beginning to not recognize myself. I approached the door the same way as I had the day before, five minutes early, at 5:55 p.m. I rang the doorbell, took a deep breath, waited, and told myself to relax. The same man named Hector opened the door.

  “Ysabelle, Madam is already waiting for you. Please, follow me.” He stepped aside to allow me to walk in. I figured she would be waiting for me in the same sitting room as the day before, to my surprise he began to walk upstairs.

  “This way, Ysabelle.” He directed.

  While trying to control my breathing, I followed him up the stairs, He walked into a room that looked like an office. The first thing that caught my attention was the camera stand set up in the corner of the room, and lying on the couch was a silk white robe. The room was surrounded with beautiful lighting, while the walls were lined with shelves and shelves of books. A desk with two leather wing back chairs sat in the corner. Massive white leather divans faced opposite of each other with a black granite table separating them in the middle of the room. A chilled bottle of champagne with three glasses sat on the shiny back table. I wondered why there were three glasses, I didn’t ask. I was wondering a lot of things at the moment. My eyes instantly veered back to the camera set up and my heart fluttered faster. What the hell was that for?

  “Bella Rosa…” I turned around, and saw Madam. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, fitted perfectly to her body. She gestured to the settee.

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

  I moved to the couch in the middle, she moved to sit opposite me on the other side, and handed me a glass of champagne. I couldn’t help, and be reminded that this was the way we sat the day before.

  “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.” I downed my glass of champagne in one gulp.

  “Why is there a camera set up?” I blurted out. She cocked a smile at me.

  “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.” I replied. Why else would I be uncomfortably sitting here?

  “Alright 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.”

  She moved to sit right beside me, brushed the hair off my shoulders, and held both of my hands in her lap. It was almost a mothering feeling when she did this. It was weird and comforting all at the same time.

  “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 upmost discretion from my girls.”

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

  “You would be my lucky number eight.” She replied. “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.” I stopped her. She told me I could if I had questions; I had questions.

  “Why aren’t condoms permitted?”

  “Because, my Beautiful Girl, some of our clientele have relationships…we are not here to judge, Bella Rosa, 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?” I nodded again.

  “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 3 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.” She stopped herself, almost knowing that I would have something to say. I did. I worked my little ass off, flirting with idiots to get what I had earned. I wasn’t sure how I felt about someone taking it away from me.

  “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?”

  She had the most heartfelt look on her face.

  “I am your Madam, Bella Rosa, 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?”

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

  All I could do was hope that my new dwellings were as comfortable as I had made my apartment. It was done. I had already quit my job, not that I couldn’t persuade Devon to give it right back to me. He would. I knew he would, that would just lead me back to the empty feeling I hadn’t been able to shake over the past few months. I needed this. I was doing this, whatever this was…I’m not sure I still fully understood. I mean, I guess I did. I knew what she was insinuating. I think.

  “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.” She said all of this so persuasively, as if we were discussing something so common.

  “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 cater your own pricing and desires.”

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

  She laughed so hard that it echoed in the room.

  “My Beautiful Girl, blowjob, really? Oral sex, as you so articulately called a blowjob is not what this 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 palace, you govern the room, you hold the power…do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes.” I replied, feeling a little more at ease and a lot more excited about my new endeavor.

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

  I choked on my champagne and she handed me a napkin.

  “$5,000?! Are you for real?” I stuttered my words. “How…why… what…? Why would anyone pay that much?” That was a real shocker to me. I was baffled that anyone in their right mind would pay this. Don’t girls give it up pretty easily nowadays? I know that they did at the bar.

  “Because they can, Bella Rosa. You need to get into the mindset that this is not your average mill of the run man or woman. This…is 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…”

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

  “With the training that you will get beautiful girl, you will be unstoppable, you have no idea what success awaits, and I cannot wait to witness it.” She leaned over and whispered in my ear.

  “You’re going to be my favorite, Bella Rosa.” She smiled, kissing my cheek. Damn, she smelled good.

  “To be quite honest they pay a lot more than $5,000. That is the minimum, it changes with the want or need. You hold the power and control of every date. The clients are aware of this, if something happens that is not supposed to, or you do not want to happen, trust me when I say that I will handle it. Nothing and I mean NOTHING, goes over my head. You will never be in harm’s way. You will be always be safe; do not fret over that. You do not discuss your personal life, or whom you have been with. Discretion is mandatory on all accounts. You are whoever you would like to be for that night, a seductress in her own way. Any other questions?” I shook my head no. I had a million questions. I just couldn’t seem to get them to filter enough to make any sense.

  “You need to stop being so nervous. I need the cat to stop grabbing your tongue. I need to see the strong confident woman that I have appraised from afar. Do you understand?”

  “Yes I do, I don’t know what is going on with me. I am normally very comfortable with my surroundings and myself. I’m just very overwhelmed with everything that is going on, I think. I know that I can do this though.”

  “I know you can, too. I have full faith in you. Are you nervous, because you think I’m going to pry for information about your past? As you know I am well aware of your past, your present, and your future.” She raised an eyebrow at me.

  “I think it can go unsaid that I am a very powerful woman, Bella Rosa. Have peace of mind to know that there is nothing you need to tell me that I don’t already know. I did a background check on you, both legal and personal. I know all about your past, it doesn’t ever need to be discussed. Let’s bury it, from this day forward you are now anything you want to be, my Bella Rosa.” She pecked me on the lips and moved over to the camera set up. At that very moment I felt liberated.

  “Now that we have established a comradery, how about I answer your question from earlier,” she suggested. “This camera set up is for you, Darling.” She smiled. “Well…not just for you, it’s for you, and Brooke.”

  As soon as she said the name, a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed goddess walked into the room. I actually caught my breath. She had a slender physique with legs that went for miles. Her face resembled something out of a Vogue magazine. She was wearing the same silk robe that was lying on the couch, only hers was black. I could tell that she was naked under that robe and her nipples were hard as stones. She sat right next to me and poured herself a glass of champagne, and refilled my glass.

  “Bella Rosa, this is Brooke. Brooke is another one of my beautiful girls, she has been with me for almost four years now. Her and you will make friends. You will essentially make friends with the all the women, however, tonight she will be an instructor for you.” Brooke took her glass and handed me mine. Clinking her glass with mine, she smiled, and took a sip. I did the same.

  “She 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. Brooke is very good at what she does. She is actually one of my top girls.” She turned to Brooke.

  “Brooke, Baby, will you go get that robe.” Brooke slid from the couch to retrieve it.

  “I know that Brooke is a woman and although we have mostly men clients we also have a few women. Plus you know how men work…a threesome is a very popular demand.” They both snickered at that statement, Madam moved back to sit behind me.

  “Now I also want you to learn how to be with a man. It will be crucial for your success. I know you have only been with one sexual partner, by the way it makes me so proud that you would sacrifice yourself for such a good cause. Poor boy needed you and you were there for him, I think you knew then that you were meant for a life of pleasure.”

  “What do you mean? What guy?” I asked confused. She surely didn’t know about my mother’s John that had raped me when I was only twelve. And, there was no possible way that she knew about me helping that boy heading off to college. Hell, I didn’t even remember his name.

  “Bella Rosa, my love, I am

going to elaborate on this one piece of information from your past and then we are going to move on from that. Do I make myself clear?” she asked, in a powerful tone that I knew meant business. I nodded.

  “Like I said, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I just happen to be there the day that you started at the club. I watched you get out of that old blue Ford pickup. Once you thanked the boy for the ride and left his presence, I stood in front of his car, keeping him from moving.

  I wanted you then. I know a VIP when I see one, and you, I wanted. The young lad volunteered all of the information I was after for a dime bag of weed. He told me that you had graciously taken his virginity. What a noble soul you are my, Bella Rosa.

  Like I said, I do extensive investigating on all of my VIP’s, way before you are even aware that I even exist. I talked to five of your fellow…what did you call it?” she asked, tapping her chin in deep thought. “Oh, yes, blowjobs. Pro bono blow jobs if you will. Everyone of the boy’s that I spoke with assured me with attitudes that there was something wrong with you. They informed me that you gave a hell of a hand job, and a mean blowjob, but that you wouldn’t put out for anything. I like that about you Bella Rosa. You stand your ground.

  You were a young lady when you came here; I needed to wait until you were a woman before I made my move. I am aware that you have not been with a single man since you have arrived here. I am also pleasantly surprised by that…impressive.”

  “How did you know where I came from?” I asked. This was a little disturbing. She went to my hometown to investigate me?

  “Bella Rosa,” she spoke, dropping her head in disappointment, “Where did we agree to leave history?”

  “In the past,” I answered, with what I knew she was looking for.

  “Good girl. You did a boy a favor and gained a little pleasure for yourself. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “Well that’s not the only reason I did it, and I wouldn’t exactly call it pleasurable.”