Page 24 of The Madam (VIP 2)

  “You’re going to be my favorite.” I smiled, kissing her cheek. She smelled good enough to eat.

  “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 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?” She shook her head no and I knew she was lying. I could sense she had a million questions, but she either didn’t know how to ask them, or she didn’t know which one to ask first.

  “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.” I raised an eyebrow at her. I didn’t have to go into full detail about how I got her here; most things are better left unspoken.

  “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 beautiful girl.” I pecked her on the lips and moved over to the camera setup.

  “Now that we have established a comradery, how about I answer your question from earlier,” I suggested. “This camera setup is for you, darling.” I smiled. “Well…not just for you, it’s for you, and Brooke.” It was show time; this was the moment that separated the VIPs from the regular women.

  As soon as I said her name, in walked my beautiful Brooke. She was wearing the same silk robe that was lying on the couch, only hers was black. She was completely naked underneath which made her nipples hard as stones. She sat right next to Ysabelle, poured herself a glass of champagne, and refilled Ysabelle’s glass.

  My two most valued girls together at last. We were finally one big happy family. If I would have died that second, I would have left a very fulfilled and happy woman. My life had always been leading to certain points, certain moments in time and I knew with everything I had that this was one of them. This would make or break her.

  “Ysabelle, this is Brooke. She is another one of my beautiful girls; she has been with me for almost four years now. You two 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 Ysabelle hers. She clinked their glasses together and then each took a sip.

  “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.” I turned to Brooke.

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

  “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.” Brooke and I snickered at that statement, I moved back to sit behind Ysabelle.

  “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?” she asked confused. I was letting her know too much, however she needed to know how long I’ve wanted her. Ysabelle had never been loved and she was about to get a crash course on everything. I was eager to get it started.

  “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?” I asked in an authoritative tone that she knew meant business. She nodded.

  “Like I said, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I just happened 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 VIPs, way before you are even aware that I even exist. I talked to five of your fellow…what did you call it?” I asked, tapping my chin in deep thought. “Oh, yes, blowjobs. Pro bono blow jobs if you will. Every one of the boys 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 my sweet girl. 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 could sense she was starting to feel a little apprehensive about it all. I’m sure I wouldn’t trust anyone that told me they knew everything about me either. But she needed to know that I wasn’t just anyone.

  “Bella Rosa, where did we agree to leave history?” I felt disappointed that I had to repeat myself.

  “In the past.”

  “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.”

  “Now now…I know that. Let’s call it baby steps toward the right direction.” I kissed her shoulder in an effort to calm her some.

  “So in essence, being with a man might feel uncomfortable for you the first couple of times. I would like to leave that for another day, from my experience, being with a woman first is much easier. It’s better.”

  Brooke brought me the robe. I took it and began to lower the zipper of Ysabelle’s dress. I felt lost in the moment, like it was a dream. I had waited what seemed like an eternity for this to become a reality, and now it was. I was on a high, feeling euphoria that I had never in my life felt before.

  “I don’t want you to think of this as taboo, or put a label on it. Straight, gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, it’s all so gauche. We’re in an open-minded era, Ysabelle. This career will let you embrace all of life’s pleasures, the pleasure of pleasing your clients, and most importantly…the pleasure of pleasing yourself.” I paused to let it all sink in. She needed to understand that in this life, there were no labels or boundaries.

  “Are you ready?”

  She took in a deep breath at the same time I let one out. It was a symbol of me giving myself to her and her breathing me in.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter 36

  I moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch and handed Brooke the robe, while she sat beside Ysabelle. She glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly

at them and she noticed the little green light blinking. Brooke knew exactly what her role was, I had trained her for years, and this was truly the time that she was going to prove herself to me. It was as much of a test for Ysabelle as it was for Brooke.

  Brooke grabbed her chin and brought her attention back to her.

  “Don’t worry about the camera, Bella…just focus on me, okay?” I had seen Brooke do this plenty of times with other VIPs, but this was the first time that it really meant something to me. The way she looked at Ysabelle with such want and abandonment wasn’t anything that could be learned, it was innate. Brooke was my pride and joy, and watching her take control of naïve Ysabelle was a gift.

  “I like the name Bella, too,” Ysabelle rattled with a nervy voice. I hated that voice.

  “Great! I can tell already that you and I are going to be amazing friends. I started off a little like you. You remind me a lot of myself.” My mind wandered to Taylor and how I had used those exact same lines on her; and to watch Brooke pull it off so effortlessly was like watching someone take candy from a baby.

  “Phew…you are going to make clients very happy…your body is a paradise,” Brooke praised.

  I couldn’t agree with her more. Ysabelle was gorgeous. Her body was made for sex; it was sinful. I praised it from afar; Ysabelle reminded me of myself at her age, it was like looking into a mirror.

  Brooke’s hands skimmed the sides of Ysabelle’s body until she stopped at the edges of her panties. With her index fingers, she began to slide them down. Ysabelle slipped out one leg at a time.

  I couldn’t help but feel excited. A part of me wished this could go in slow motion, because I wanted to capture the moment; I didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t wait any longer…

  “Spread your legs, Bella Rosa,” I demanded in a soft tone. She did as she was told. Ysabelle’s face always disclosed everything- the glow on her skin, the light in her eyes; she was feeling the thrill of it all. She felt our gazes on every inch of her body. She could feel the yearning and hunger in the room. It didn’t matter that I was sitting across the room; I could tell it made her pussy throb.

  “Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it would be, you’re just the right shade of cream. It’s a nice surprise that you don’t have any tan lines. Your caramel skin color is natural. That pleases me,” I assured her while inspecting her pussy.

  She loved every second of it. It was a necessity for her to know that she was adored, she was wanted, and she was loved. I pondered the thought if my mother felt like this when she watched me with Taylor. I intimidated my mother; it had always been that way. That’s the main difference between me and her. I knew that VIP needed to be handed over to someone; I don’t think my mother would have ever let go if I hadn’t taken it. My girls make me proud. They show me all that I have taught them.

  They shine, I shine, we all shine…

  What happened next caught me off guard; Ysabelle turned to Brooke and twirled her hair, as I had once done to her. There was an overflow of emotions as I watched her take control. She was surpassing all my expectations tenfold. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Ysabelle took to being a VIP like a dream. It was inbred in her. She wanted the control like she wanted her next breath, and it was apparent how far she would go for it.

  “I knew you would be like this, Bella Rosa. I knew, once given the chance, you would surpass any thought I would have imagined,” I proclaimed.

  The rest of the scene continued just as I had instructed Brooke, and Ysabelle responded to each and every test with nothing but perfection. She took control when she needed to and she let herself be seduced when it was appropriate. A mere vision of such flawlessness was enough to bring me to my knees. She had me. I would have paid any amount of money to fuck her and that’s exactly the attitude that she needed for success as one of my girls. I knew then, just what I know now…

  Ysabelle is and will always be a VIP.

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  Over the course of the next few days, Ysabelle got pampered and acquainted with her new luxuries. At first, she was dismayed, though she quickly adjusted. I woke up early one morning, eager to get Ysabelle started on the day’s tasks. I had a full schedule and itinerary planned for her. I usually loathed this part of the preparation, and although it was necessary, it was also tedious. But it was different with her; I wanted to be a part of every step in her journey. I felt like God had given me a chance to have a daughter, and I was not going to take that responsibility lightly.

  “Thank you, love, yes right over there by the breakfast bar.” I ushered the concierges with a tray of every breakfast food designed by man.

  “Good morning, Bella Rosa.” She didn’t have to tell me that she wasn’t a morning person. It was clear across her face how much she hated the fact that I was there that early.

  “Darling, good to know that you still look just as amazing in the morning as you do when you’re put together. That will come in handy. Come on, don’t fuck around, the day awaits,” I said as I smacked her butt to get her to move.

  “El café con leche is on the table. Drink some, it will make you feel better.”

  “Mmm hmm,” was all she could muster to say.

  “6:30 am. Really? Couldn’t this have waited, till I don’t know, noon maybe?” she asked. I handed her a strong cup of coffee. I knew she would need the espresso.

  “Early bird gets the worm, Bella Rosa, and we have a mighty big worm to conquer today.” She shook her head, looking over at the array of breakfast items that were sitting on the breakfast bar.

  “You should have asked me what I like to eat, Madam. That is way too much food. I usually just like coffee and granola bar for breakfast. I mean maybe oatmeal; that over there is ridiculous. You could feed a small army.” I smiled.

  “Well yes, it is a little extravagant, isn’t it? Darling, it isn’t from me. It’s from Gabriel.” She looked away from the food and looked over at me.

  The night before, I couldn’t believe how fast Ysabelle had reeled Gabriel in; he was smitten with her the second he saw her. I knew that look in his eyes and I can’t lie and say it didn’t worry me, I had seen that look in men’s stares before. There was nothing I could do about it. My clients loved my girls. I would be out of business if I had to cater to every bad feeling I had when it came to them. I would have to watch Gabriel closely…I wouldn’t have another Brooke situation. I didn’t have time to babysit and it annoyed me that I felt like I had to when it came to him.

  I had known Gabriel for years by that point. The son of a bitch got sexier the older he got, and several of the girls were smitten with him as well. Ysabelle, on the other hand, didn’t give a shit…all she wanted was to have a good time and I could show her one every time.

  The limo ride home was interesting to say the least. I purposely wanted Ysabelle to stay wet and ready. When I told her she needed to take care of her ache, the first emotion I saw on her beautiful face was one I wouldn’t dare her to ever show me again.

  Defiance.

  There would be NONE of that. I made sure of it.

  She listened to me like I knew she would, and the look of her coming was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen.

  Abandonment.

  I noticed something kept happening to me every time I made Ysabelle experience something new. I would think of my mother. I would wonder if this was how she felt or what she thought about. I don’t know why it was happening, but it wouldn’t stop. It haunted me. It was like the ghost of Christmas past, except my mother was the ghost. Over the years, I saw and talked to her less and less; by that point we were talking maybe twice a year and I hadn’t actually seen her in three years.

  I truly believe I have a sixth sense…more to that later. But it’s coming.

  The doctor had arrived and I made my way outside; I knew Ysabelle would want some privacy and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. There wasn’t anything he or she could have told me that I didn’t already know. I

busied myself with taking phone calls for the girls and made sure everything was in line for Ysabelle’s big night, which was days away.

  I hated the fact that I needed to keep repeating myself every single fucking time we had a conversation about her future. I knew I needed to have patience with her, though that was easier said than done. I looked in through the screen door and saw that the doctor was packing up; I went inside and paid him.

  I couldn’t believe that she was wearing the cheapest looking clothes I had ever seen. Especially because she had a fortune just sitting in her California closet. I needed to hold back my temper. After she gave me her reasons, I didn’t give it a second thought before I went under the sink of her kitchen and grabbed garbage bags. I went straight to her “old” wardrobe and threw away everything that would never belong there.

  After I was finished, I turned to her and looked directly into her eyes. “Understand something, Ysabelle, don’t you ever take my gifts for granted; as quickly as they come they can go,” I confessed, wanting to strike her for being ungrateful.

  “Wait, what? No, I didn’t do that. I appreciate it all; I just wanted something of mine. I worked very hard for all of my things, Madam. I’m not used to being taken care of, can you understand that?” she responded with the same amount of attitude I gave her, another conflicting emotion for me. I wanted to punish her and praise her all at the same time.

  I internally took a deep breath…this was a power exchange.

  “Ysabelle, that life is over now. You receive extravagant things and don’t wear sandals from Target. Everything in that closet is for you. You exude money and power, learn it, live it, and fucking love it. Yes?” I demanded with an edge to my voice. She nodded.

  “Great! Now take off those fucking clothes, and put some real goddamn clothes on. Ladies wear heels, even if they are walking to the dumpster.” I grabbed the garbage and left.

  The minute she stepped out in her designer attire, all was forgiven.