Chapter 15

The next morning I awoke with the memory of the night before still fresh in my mind. I heard noises coming from my kitchen and I didn’t have to wonder who it was. I grabbed my black silk robe and took care of my morning routine before making my way into the kitchen. I could smell the delicacy before stepping into the foyer. There was a huge spread of breakfast laid out on my island, you name it, and it was there. My condo was also spotless, and I had nothing to do with that. I rolled my eyes and grabbed some coffee.

I walked into the adjoining living room and saw that Madam was on the phone on my balcony. I opened my liquor cabinet and poured some Kahlua in my coffee, and she walked in mid pour.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” she interrogated me in a calm tone.

I poured more. “You tell me,” I disputed as I turned to face her.

She smiled coldly. “You should eat some breakfast.”

“I should do a lot of things,” I quickly countered.

I stepped toward her. “Tell me, Madam,” another step, “if I cut you,” one last step, “will you even bleed?” I mercilessly questioned.

She raised an eyebrow and grinned. “How was night last night? You still think you can control your own pussy? Learn from your mistakes, darling. That’s what happens to VIPs who don’t listen and follow direction. They end up on the street like some common whore; anyone can sell what’s in between their legs, Lilith. It just comes down to how you sell it. My VIPs sell their pussies and see the world. Understood?” She arched an eyebrow and I scarcely nodded.

She kissed my forehead. “Great. Now…since you have been such a good girl, I have a present for you. Let’s eat some breakfast, and then you can get ready, and I will show you.”

An hour later and we were with the chauffeur in the Bentley. To say that I wasn’t a little nervous to be in a car with her again would have been an understatement. Though I played it off well, it was what she wanted. We pulled up to the University of Miami and then took a detour toward the sorority houses. Once we reached the Alpha Delta Phi house, the car came to a complete stop. I watched Madam check her watch and then roll down my window half way.

Just like clockwork, a girl came out of the house with books in her arms. She must have been about nineteen, maybe twenty. She looked like a California native, with curly blonde hair, tan skin, and bright green eyes. She wore very little makeup, and her clothing accentuated her figure. She exuded beauty and confidence as she walked down the steps.

“I want her,” I heard Madam say from behind me. “And you’re going to make it happen. You have one week,” she announced; and with that, the car drove off.

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Money will always get you whatever you want. It didn’t take long for me to have the girl’s entire school schedule and daily itinerary in my hands, along with her name, age, and social security number. Taylor Vaughn was twenty years old, a Sagittarius, born and raised in California, studying marketing with a minor in business and was the secretary of her sorority.

Cute, isn’t it?

Luck was on my side, it was Friday and the sorority was putting on their annual Hawaiian hula beach party. I dressed in the tiniest red bikini I had, with a see through, wrap around black skirt, and heels, of course.

I arrived at the party by midnight and the place was packed. I grabbed a couple shots at the bar and coincidently found Taylor with her friend in the corner, they were whispering in each other’s ears, giggling and staring at someone. My eyes went in the direction of theirs and that’s when I saw him.

Bingo!

He was chatting with what I could only assume to be his fraternity brothers. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way, not that I hate young guys or anything, but I prefer men. Boys are a lot like toys, they are great to play with, and this one wouldn’t be any different. He had spiked, blonde hair, brown eyes, plump lips, and the v-shaped fuck me muscles that made me want to ride him all the way home. I grabbed two beers and made my way over to him.

There were five of them in a circle talking. I wedged my way right in the middle and their faces said it all.

Approval. Appreciation. Lust. Want.

All in that order.

I licked my lips in a seductive way before biting my bottom lip, and flipping my hair.

“Hi, my name is Lilith. I brought you a beer,” I said, looking only at him as I handed him the cold bottle.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem, Ken.”

I smiled and traced the lining of my bikini by my cleavage with my index finger. “Want to dance?” He quickly nodded and I saw his Adams apple move from swallowing.

I grabbed his hand and escorted him over to the dance floor, making sure we were in perfect view of Taylor. I took one look at her and got the exact reaction that I wanted.

Jealously.

With my back to Ken, I crept closer, so that my ass was right on his groin. I slowly and provocatively moved my hips downward and then back up again, I did it a few times until his hands found their way to my hips. And I hummed in appreciation, making sure he could hear me, his breath gasped in response. I put my hands over his and guided them to caress me from my lower abdomen to my inner thighs. I never once let up on swaying my body in the movement of the music.

His hips and body finally caught on and we began moving together, his dick got hard, and I laid my head on his shoulder turning my face to breathe on him. I repositioned my right hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to me. His movements started to get more demanding along with his hands, and I rotated my hips to move even harder and faster on his dick. The music started to slow down to let everyone know that the song would be changing, and I unexpectedly turned around, catching him off guard. I placed my hands on his chest and pressed my lips close to his, close enough to lick his top lip. He shuddered.

“So, Ken…you got a Barbie?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation.

“You want one?” I roused as my hand made its way to the top of his board shorts. I let my fingers tease the skin right below his waistline and I felt his goose bumps become alert.

“Who are you?” he requested in a desired plea.

“Anything you want. What do you want, Ken?”

“You.”

“How much do you want me?”

“So fucking much,” he distressingly answered.

I looked up at his eyes and saw the want and lust shining brightly back at me. “Thanks for the dance,” I stated and smiled as I began backing away. I watched his torn face turn three shades of red before I turned to walk toward the courtyard. It took maybe a minute for me to hear the clicking of heels behind me.

Hook, line, and sinker.

I entered the secluded courtyard with Taylor not far behind me.

“I’m not much for cat fights, Taylor,” I announced, facing her.

“That’s what you’re doing out here, right? You’ve come to confront the girl who dry humped your…whatever he is…on the dance floor?” I assertively stated.

“How do you know my name?” she immediately responded.

I cocked my head to the side. “That’s what you ask? Really? Oh, come on, Taylor! Don’t let me down. I have such high hopes for you. Let’s try that again.”

She hesitated, only for a moment. “Who are you?”

I laughed. “Much better.” I walked closer and moved the hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear. “I am your future. Do you see what happened in there? I know you did. Did you see how easy it was to make him want me? If I would have gotten on my knees and blew him in front of the entire room, he would have happily let me. It didn’t matter that he knew you were in the room.” I paused to let my words sink in.

“Do you want to know what it feels like to have men groveling at your feet? To have so much money that you could literally wipe your pussy with a hundred dollar bill every time you go to the bathroom and not think twice about it? How about seeing the world? Huh? To feel like you are number one at every moment of every day,” I enticed, watching her eyes fill with wonder.

“You would be taken care of, wined and dined. They will give you everything you have ever wanted and then some. You check all of your inhibitions, judgments, assumptions, values, and beliefs at the door, Taylor,” I blatantly declared.

“I can see it in your eyes, you want it. Right or wrong, yes or no, devil or angel…they’re all just words, nothing more, nothing less. All you have to do is say yes and I will take you to the Promised Land. And I can guarantee you that you will never look back.” I watched her smile and I knew I had gotten to her.

I watched as her tongue slowly but purposely moved out of her mouth to lick her lips. The tables turned fast. Little Miss Taylor was provoking me.

“Would you like to know how to please a woman, Taylor?” I whispered on the edge of her mouth, my lips softly kissed the corner of hers, and I continued to peck kisses till her mouth moved in unison with mine.

In an instant, her tongue found mine.

I took Taylor’s first virgin girl card that night. It only took fourteen hours of Madam introducing me to her to make her come in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how much that girl wanted it. Just goes to show that women do it better and blondes will always have more fun.

I sat in my car, reeking of cheap perfume and sex. I dialed Madam from my car phone the second I put it in drive.

She answered on the second ring, “Madam.”

“It’s done. She will be at The Cathouse at noon.”

Silence.

I could hear her breathing through the phone, so I knew she hadn’t hung up.

“Goodnight,” I said, breaking the silence and hanging up.