Chapter 14

A few months later, Madam and I sat at lunch.

“Darling, I will be canceling all dates and appointments until further notice.”

“What, why?” I questioned.

“Have you not seen the news or heard about the epidemic of AIDS and HIV? I need to get all the VIPs tested, along with the clients. I’m also adding mandatory testing to the new clients. It’s going to take a while considering the test has just now hit the market, but I’m sure I’ll be able to get a hold of it before the public. I have people on it right now,” she explained as she drank her $2,000 champagne.

“I have listened to the news and it’s affecting drug addicts and homosexuals. I highly doubt our society of clients will be affected. What if I don’t want to stop?” I argued, refusing to take my eyes off hers.

She turned to look behind her and then turned back to face me. “Excuse me? I’m sorry, were you just talking to me like that or is there someone behind me that I am not aware of?”

I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. “I think this idea is absolutely ridiculous. What you’re saying is that I will not be making money and neither will the other girls. Don’t you think it’s about time that you let us control what we do with our pussies? It would give you the time to do whatever the fuck you do.”

She looked at her nail polish and then at her nails, I could sense that she was considering what she was about to say.

She smirked. “Go home and get dressed, wear your Valentino mid knee length black dress, and red heels. I will pick you up at nine,” she asserted, leaving cash on the table and walking away.

I showered and got dressed in a dark maroon, tight silk blouse, with a low lying v-cut neckline; a black pencil skirt that had a slit up my right thigh, and black knee high boots. I kept myself busy doing a few lines of cocaine as I waited for Madam to arrive. Concierge rang, informing me that a white stretch limo was waiting for me downstairs. I was greeted with a glass of champagne from the driver that I gladly accepted. Madam was on the phone when I entered the limo and she raised an eyebrow, questioning my outfit when she saw me; I smiled in return.

“Ciao, bella,” she said into the phone as she hung up.

“The boots are a little much, don’t you think?” She examined my wardrobe, tilting her head to the side.

“Not at all,” I replied with a satisfied grin. “Where are we going?”

She smirked and before she could answer, the limo phone rang and she remained on it for the duration of our ride. Twenty-five minutes later, we arrived at our location. I enjoyed almost a half of bottle of champagne on my own, the cocaine allowing the leniency to do so. The car came to a complete stop and Madam opened the door.

“Get out,” she hissed.

I looked at her confused and stepped out of the vehicle expecting her to follow me as I got out, but the limo left as soon as I closed the door.

“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.

I took in my surroundings and the street signs indicated that I was on 79th and Biscayne Blvd. It was dark, dingy, and dirty. I started to feel anxious and nervous; I had never been to that part of town. Women, from what I could only assume were hookers, were everywhere. They were on the street corners and by the intersection. Some were in groups and others were completely alone. They were dressed in trashy lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

I gradually felt the panic that started to arise from the pit of my stomach. I didn’t have a dollar on me and from what I gathered standing there for the last ten minutes; cabs didn’t bother to come to this part of town. I took a deep breath and started to walk my happy ass toward the next gas station, which seemed to be miles away, and my poor choice of five-inch stilettos weren’t exactly accommodating. I could see him from the corner of my eye; a man had been eyeing me since the second I got out of the limo. I was tired of this cat and mouse game he appeared to be playing and I spun quickly around to face him, catching him off guard.

“What?” I shouted, annoyed at his blatant gawking.

He cocked his head to the side. “You lost, Little Red Riding Hood? Off to grandma’s you go?” he mocked in a suggestive tone that disgusted me.

“What the fuck is it to you what I’m doing? Mind your own goddamn business, unless asked for an opinion, asshole! Women don’t like men who talk,” I stated, turning around, but he caught my arm before I could take the next step.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, little girl? I own this corner and since you’re standing on it, guess what, princess? I own you too,” he seethed in my ear.

“Fuck. You!” I shouted spitting in his face.

“You little cunt!” he sneered as he pulled my hair back to expose my neck, he slowly took his tongue and licked from my collarbone to my chin and all I wanted to do was throw up in my mouth. “You’re mine now.”

He started to drag me toward a dark alley, covering my mouth so I wasn’t able to scream. A strange and unfamiliar feeling coursed through my body. I knew it couldn’t have been fear- I don’t fear anything- but it was something similar to it.

A car approached us and I silently prayed that it was a police officer.

“Miguel!” a man shouted from the driver’s side of the vehicle.

He completely stopped and I could feel his elaborate heartbeat on my back.

The man got out of the vehicle and Miguel released me. I was about to take off running but watched as he right hooked Miguel in the face, making him fall to the ground and groan.

“I have told you time and time again to keep your fucking dick in your pants. Get yourself cleaned up and go home. You’re done for the night,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“Get in,” he demanded once he turned to face me.

I didn’t have much of a choice at that point, so I got in the car.

I put my seatbelt on as I waited for him to do the same and then we drove off.

“Ocean Drive please,” I requested, thankful for the rescue.

He nodded. “What are you doing in this part of town?”

“Being punished,” I blatantly said, knowing it was the truth.

We rode in silence for the next ten minutes and when he didn’t take the turn needed to get to South Beach, I realized that my punishment wasn’t over.

I hesitated. “Where are we going?”

He smiled but didn’t answer. We came to a red light and I quickly tried to open the door to get out and it wouldn’t budge. The fucking door was on child lock. I screamed in frustration.

“Please...don’t do this. I have money; I have lots of money. If you take me home, I will give it all to you,” I unashamedly begged.

“I have money, I don’t need any more.”

“Really?! Because judging by this piece of shit car it doesn’t seem that way,” I aggressively shouted, angry over the turn of events.

His hand reached over to graze my cheek and I closed my eyes in disgust.

“I’m not going to hurt you, calm down,” he coolly stated.

I wasn’t stupid, I knew whatever he had planned it wasn’t anything that I wanted to be a part of.

He parked his car in an alley that I had never seen before in my life.

I glared at the darkness before me, not wanting to face him in any way. I heard him take his seat belt off and then he did the same to mine. I stood my ground; I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me feel weak.

He started stroking my arm with his fingertips in an up and down motion.

“Oh come on…this isn’t so bad. I saved you back there and I think I should get something of a reward. Don’t you think?”

I didn’t respond.

“All I want is to finger fuck you, gorgeous. You come, and I drive you home. It’s as easy as that,” he suggested.

“It’s still rape,” I retorted, still not looking at him.

“Geez, you women nowadays, so quick to throw out the rape card. The thing is you’re going to enjoy it and you’re going to tell me exactly how you love it.” He got close to my ear. “Exactly…how you want me to touch you…the faster you come, the faster you get to go home. Simple as that.” He crudely grabbed my chin. “Look at me.”

I did. It was the first time I looked at him, and he was actually a handsome looking guy and if he wasn’t about to violate me and make me enjoy it, I probably would have liked him. He had piercing green eyes and slick black hair that was tied in a ponytail; his facial features were rough but strong.

He rubbed his nose on mine and then brought his thumb to my mouth tracing my bottom lip.

“Get it nice and wet for me,” he said.

My tongue sought out his finger and I licked it just how he wanted me too, he groaned in appreciation.

“I know what kind of girl you are. What makes you think what we’re doing is any different than what you will do with other clients, huh? Consider me driving you home as payment. Just because I don’t drive a Bentley doesn’t mean I don’t have money.” His voice was deep and raspy, causing the air inside the car to feel thick and warm.

Did I believe him? Who the fuck knows…Miami is full of all kinds of people. Did that change the fact that I didn’t want him to do and get what he was going to take? Absolutely not. The ending was going to be the same, regardless if I wanted it or not.

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and went right for the edge of my panties, moving them to the side to rub my clit with his thumb in a circular motion.

I wanted to cry, and if I thought for one second that I could overpower the son of a bitch I would have. Though, that would only leave me more broken and bruised. I hated that this fucker had the control, I hated that I wasn’t getting paid, but most of all, I hated that my body was betraying me and my pussy was getting wet. He knew what he was doing. I didn’t have to tell him shit. All he wanted was to belittle me, and make me feel like the piece of shit that he was.

The way his lust-filled eyes stared at me made me want to turn away. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and make it all go away. The way he manipulated my sex reminded me of Anderson and how he used my body to do exactly the same thing. Even though he was handling me with more attentiveness and care, it didn’t matter; it made me feel cheap and used, like I could be easily discarded, like some drug addict sucking cock. In that instant I didn’t feel like a VIP, I felt like a toy, like a fucking puppet that was not only being controlled by this man, but also by my mother.

“It’s show time,” he reminded me, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “Tell me…let me hear you say the words to make you come.”

I slightly panted, “Keep moving your thumb like that. Push a little firmer on my clit…yes like that. Take your index and middle finger and push them inside me.”

He did as he was told and my breathing accelerated along with his. I could smell the vodka and tobacco on his breath.

He eased his fingers into me, my dampness making it easy for him.

“Hmmm…your cunt feels tight. I can’t wait to taste you on my fingers,” he huskily stated. Normally these words would have affected me and I would have been agreeably willing to give him whatever he wanted. But I didn’t want to, I felt like a slut, a hooker, a prostitute. Everything I was told that I would never be. I wanted to get this over as fast as possible. I wanted to shower and crawl into my bed, wishing this whole ordeal never happened.

I played my part. “Curl your fingers in an upward motion. Ahhh…yes…you feel that rigid end?” I heard him groan.

“Yeah…right there…fuck me there…move your fingers in and out… faster… harder…” I whimpered, trying to control the tears that were stabbing the backs of my eyes, begging to be released. I was in this fucked up limbo of wanting to get off and wanting to crawl into a hole. My emotions were all over the place.

“Your pussy is gripping my fingers, you love this you dirty whore, don’t you? You want to be used…want to be fucked and put in your place. Rich bitches like you always want to be abused.” I tried to block out his words, refusing to let them sink into my mind. There was no aiding it, his cruel and vicious statements sunk into the bottom of my being and I shut my eyes, hoping that it would take away the pain. The anguish and discomfort that I felt couldn’t be controlled. He fucked my g-spot over and over again until my mind went blank and I came.

I didn’t open my eyes to watch the satisfied glow in his smile and demeanor, I knew the second his fingers left my sex they were going straight to his mouth. I turned back around, pulling down my skirt and hanging my head in shame.

I gave him the directions to my condo and we didn’t talk the entire time. We made it to my front entrance and I waited for him to get out of the car to open my door.

“You enjoyed it, princess; don’t act as if you’re high and mighty now. It’s a little late for that.”

I didn’t say anything to him, wanting him to leave so I could be alone.

“You’re welcome. Come on…let me hear you say it and you can go.”

I bit my lip and tasted blood. “Thank you,” I whispered, hoping that he heard it, so that I didn’t have to repeat it again.

“Thank you for what, again?” he continued to taunt me.

“Thank you for driving me home.”

“And…” Once again, he grabbed my chin to make me look at him. It took everything I had not to smack that smug look off his face.

“Thank you…for making me come,” I stated through clenched teeth.

He smiled wide and I jerked my chin away, huffing in disgust.

I walked into my condo in a trance. I stood there with the door open, looking at all the extravagant beauty before me. My stomach churned and I ran to the sink, throwing up every last substance that was left. I rinsed my mouth out and I turned off the sink. I went to the fridge and grabbed the Pellegrino and poured myself a glass, I took two sips and hurled it across the room. I watched as it shattered against the wall, falling into shards on the ground.

My body moved fast and I started to push over everything that was in my immediate eyesight. I threw, flung, and swung at anything I could find. I screamed at the top of my lungs over and over again, until my throat burned raw. Minutes later, and I just stood there, panting and heaving; my chest propelling itself upward with every few hyper-vented breaths. I walked toward the trash and immediately removed all of my clothing, throwing away every article I was wearing in the receptacle.

I walked into the bathroom, never once looking in the mirror and turned on the shower. I stood under the running water for what seemed like hours, longing for the water to wash away my thoughts, my memory. Finally, my body and mind couldn’t take it anymore and I fell to the floor crying.

The moment of a realization is a brutal and an ugly bitch.

I was a pawn, and my mother just checkmated me.