Madison

“I’ll walk you out, dear.” That ‘dear’ makes my skin crawl. “So, you were the one who brought that irresponsible girl home. Was she with you? That girl only brings trouble.”

“She was with me, and now she’s back home,” I try to be neutral.

If I know anything about people, I can tell that the girl is sweet and wouldn’t bother anyone, unlike this one in front on me. This woman looks like a real bitch. I take two steps back to let her go down the stairs in front of me, just in case she decides to push me down. No need to risk it, right? I walk quietly to the door.

“Well, you did no more than your obligation.” A bitch for a dog, perfect!

“Goodbye to you too, Elvira,” Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. As soon as the security guard opened the door, I was out of there.

“Who?” she screams.

I pretend not to hear it, getting in my car and driving away to my date. On the way, I keep mumbling the fact that he called me a fraud, who that bastard thinks he is? Well...he is a judge... What a handsome man! I’ve only seen him from afar at the club. Only Ramon, my boss, has access to his group, no other employee is not allowed near Royalty.

Counselor of Desperate Women... Such an idiot... He has no idea what I do. My professional training is in Education, but my dream of teaching children was replaced by the occupation of teaching women to be less desperate for their men, whether they’re spouses, possible suitors or the man of their dreams.

I was born in a small town and I was raised to be the typical housewife who expects her husband at the door, with his favorite pie and the groomed children. I got my degree in Teaching only to have a good level of education because my dream was to find a husband and turn our house into a happy home. Then I found Frederick Warren, and he was perfect...

A man with a steady job, honest, kind and charming. He wasn’t so handsome, I didn’t mind, inner beauty was more important. We dated for eight months and got engaged. We built our house just the way we wanted and, each passing day, we were happier and happier. I was mesmerized by Frederick, he was the man of any woman’s dreams, and we had fantastic plans for our future together.

Then, ten days before the wedding, I went on a trip with the Church Women’s Group, but we had to get back early because of an unfortunate accident with sister Violet, poor gal... At the time, I remember thinking that if she had prayed more, they wouldn’t be getting divorced... I decided to go by our future love nest to see how my beloved was doing. Getting there, I found him having wild sex with his cousin. I was so shocked by what I saw, I knew that the devil had many ways to end a marriage, I just didn’t know that he had long blond hair. I remember screaming, crying, breaking things, pulling her hair, but what stayed with me the most were his words.

“Madison, men don’t like to go through life with just ‘mama and papa’ sex, we like crazy things in bed. And our relationship was only that strong because of the pleasure that she gives me. Men prefer to keep the lust out of holy wedlock, but not out of their lives.”

That was a shock to me. I cried for days and mourned. And the worst part, I blamed myself for not being good enough for him. One day, I went into my bathroom with a razor blade in my hand, I had decided I would end all that pain, forever. As soon as I touched the blade in the wrist, a thought came to my mind... What the fuck was I about to do? I shouldn’t die because a bastard cheated on me. The son of a bitch was the one who needed a lesson!

And with that thought in mind, I had a good night’s sleep. I woke up and the first thing I did was throw away my respectful clothes, and right then and there was born Madison, the mysterious, as I’m affectionately known today. Isn’t that sweet? Going back to the story, I went to the only hair salon in town and got a haircut in a style that was popular at the time, graded, like Gisele Bünchen. I went home with tight black leather clothes, heavy makeup and high heels.

I remember coming home and my mother fainting, my father and my two sisters yelling and dishonoring me. I was marked as the black sheep of the family. Maybe red-headed sheep would be more appropriate, since that’s the way I am. My hair is long, it goes all the way to the end of my back. My eyes are green, always highlighted with dark colors and with that heavy makeup, I found out that I have long lashes and I abuse the mascara to show it off.

I have lots of freckles, most of my life I felt weird about that, people used to say that, if it wasn’t for those, I’d be perfect. As if having freckles could ever make someone better or worse. Stupid jerks! Because of this, early on, I learned how to cover them up with makeup, I wanted to be accepted, if I only knew that rebelling would be a lot more fun.

Oh, yes, and the city also didn’t accept me all that well. Wherever I went, people were shocked by the new Madison. The rumors were that I became a sex worker... I wish! My friends distanced themselves from me, their mothers said that I was a bad influence. Right... As if I didn’t know that those girls loved to give a hand job to their boyfriends, that the church mouse’s daughter was an expert in blow jobs and so on.

One day, coming home, I heard my mother complaining to one of her friends that the others were ignoring her, because of me. She was feeling bad about being left out of the gossip club lately. But what hurt me the most was that she said she’d rather I had died. It’d be better to have a dead daughter, than one that embarrassed the family. So shallow!

Tired of that small-minded and hypocrite world, I decided to move to the land of opportunity, better known as the Big Apple, but not before teaching that bastard a lesson, and telling some people a few things they should have known for a long time. First, I went to the church mouse’s house, she was hosting the gossip club. This is going to be fun! I went in without permission and made an entrance:

“Good evening, ladies. What’s up?” I walked by them and sat on a free armchair.

“You were not invited. Remove yourself and return to the place where you came from, Messalina,” said Leonor, the church mouse and housewife.

“Let me tell you something, actually, I’m here to tell you a lot of things,” I laugh, “Let’s start with the head of the gang, Misses Leonor. Did you know that your daughter holds the record for the best blowjob in town? I’ve even heard she’s been around kissing some pussies too,” the woman’s face lost all its blood, turning green.

“Misses Deena,” I go on, “Did you know that your husband has been having an affair for years with this lady sitting right beside you? Oh yeah, remember when you had that surgery? She not only took care of you, but also took great care of your devoted husband.” I point to the lady in the corner. “Did you think I’d forget about you, Misses Mary? This nice lady with gray hair right here, she was one of the greatest prostitutes in New York, and it was not out of necessity, because her family was loaded. They say she’s a legend over there.” And for the grand finale, I get up, walk up to the mother of my ex-fiancé and I say, “I caught your son in bed with another woman.”

“I know that, and I think he was right to do it. Women like you don’t deserve to be respected,” she responds with contempt.

“Do you know who he was in bed with? With your sister’s daughter, the same sister who had an affair with your husband. This thing is so entangled that they could be having incestuous sex and not even know about it!” I walk back to the middle of the room, “Well, that’s the end of the show. I wish you all a good night and safe travels.”

I walk out laughing. Who knew that being a bitch could be so much fun? Then, I head on to my next stop, to the place that should have been our home. I find him alone and, according to him, very sorry about what happened. But I had no time or pity to waste on him, I threw him against the wall, took of his clothes, gave him a blowjob and fucked him Fifty Shades of Grey style. After enacting that grotesque scene, I went to the bathroom, took a bath to remove any remnant of that bastard from my body and went back to the bedroom.

“Just to remind you, this is my house too and my lawyer will call you.”

“I thought we were getting back together...” Frederick says with that silly face. How could I ever love a man like that? Come to think of it, did I ever love him?

“From you, all I want is distance,” I say with a smile.

I got out of there and headed back to the house I shared with my parents. I get there, and everyone is around the table, having dinner. They look at me and, while my gross brothers-in-law are undressing me with their eyes, the other family members stare at me in disgust.

“Good evening, dear family. Don’t worry, mom, I just came to get my stuff and say my piece.”

I went to my bedroom, picked up the bags I had already packed, and I went back to the dining room.

“I’m leaving now. Not that it’s any of your business, but, after I walk out that door, please, don’t ever come looking for me again!” pointing at my sisters, “Ladies, perfect wives. Remember the twins that manage the church choir?”

“Yes...” They both answer.

“A while back someone leaked a video of them on the web, and guess who’s was at the same gang bang? A million dollars to whoever gets it right... Come on, people, no one cares to take a guess? I’ll just tell you. Your husbands were right in the middle of the action. I even heard they had more pussy that night than in their entire mediocre lives. Remember that weird thing that Paul had? Pointing to my brother-in-law, who was whiter than a piece of paper, “It was herpes that, according to my sources, he got from Frederick’s cousin, the same cousin that was in bed with him when I caught him cheating on me.” I turn to my father, “Your dear wife loves to rub her pussy in the gardener’s hoe. Open your eyes, dad. Oh my... Now I can go on my way. Goodbye, my family. See you on our next incarnation,” I said as I ran my hands through my black leather corselet. As soon as the door slammed behind me, I took a deep breath. Finally, my new life began...

I had nothing planned, the only thing I knew was my destination, New York. I had a lot of money saved, enough to support me for a while if I couldn’t find a job. I found a small apartment in the West Village. In the first days, I went everywhere! I walked, I ran, I got myself some new friendships and my first one-night stand. The handsome man was just hanging there in his expensive suit, in front of the coffee where I became a regular. He looked at me, I looked back, and we just clicked. I smiled, he smiled back and the next thing I know I was banging the guy inside his car. After that I left without even saying my name or asking his.

Sex is freedom, people! Free yourselves of oppressions, taboos and the I cannots. Yes, you can! Fucking is a requirement to conquer the happiness you dream of. With the time I had to think about what had happened, I occupied by watching porn online. I learned how to pleasure myself and I ended up discovering that, when the woman knows exactly where her most erogenous zones are, the likelihood of having orgasms in a sexual relationship is 98%. Seriously, what are you waiting for to go test your pleasures?

One morning, I saw an ad posted by an exclusive nightclub on the newspaper. I dressed to impress, tight leather pants, black see-trough tank top, black bra and my old friend, the leather jacket. I think beauty has more to do with attitude than aesthetics. The sexiest women are not always the most beautiful ones, and the most interesting ones are not always so thin.

“What happened to make a woman like you apply for a job as a bartender in my establishment? Clearly, you don’t belong here,” I had introduced myself at the Secret Garden, where only VIP’s attend. Rebecka Lamarque, the owner, was the one who interviewed me.

“I’m rediscovering myself, looking for something different, new experiences, things like that,” I look straight into her big jade-colored eyes, “I belong where I am, the world is my home for now.”

“Determined and direct,” she smiles, “Very well. Do you know what we do here?”

“It’s a place of entertainment. I imagine you can provide most of your customers’ desires. It doesn’t really bother to me, Mrs. Lamarque.”

“You know who I am?” she arches her left eyebrow.

“Who wouldn’t? You were one of the most famous Top Models in the world. A standard of beauty to every girl in my generation.”

“Those were some good times...” she smiles with sadness.

“You think so? Look at this place? It’s magnificent! And what’s more, today, you’re known for your influence among the powerful people and your beauty is untouchable.”

“You might not be a professional bartender...” I can see a spark in her eyes, “...but the way you approach life can be much more beneficial that experience,” she extends her hand, “You’re hired! I’ll have someone to teach you how to prepare the drinks.”

And there it went, two wonderful years working at this luxurious place. Its customers, for the most part, are politicians, official authorities and celebrities who come looking for escorts or just to watch shows performed by beautiful strippers. This is a private club, only a few people possess the requirements to be a member and the main item is money. To be a member, one must be nominated by another member and they still need to be approved by the Board. We also host bachelor parties, private parties, among other things.

The environment had everything to be over the top, black and blue. But Rebecca, the owner, took all the good taste she acquired on the catwalks of life and put into work here. A large stage, but not too high, with three steps to the lounge, which holds black marble tables with a black iron base. Three dance poles, where we have synchronized shows like the Moulin Rouge. At the bar where I work, the shelves are made of a dark glass, with a large mirror that starts on the shelves all the way to the ceiling. The counter is also made from black marble and every alcoholic drink in the planet is available, even some artisanal brands.

Going back to my humble life, after I got to New York, I broke a few hearts. I fuck with whoever I want, whenever I want. Many of them don’t even know my name, there’s no need to create a bond if I’ll just toss them aside soon after. You must be thinking, she’s getting her revenge on all men. Foolish mistake, I’m simply enjoying everything that life has to offer me. My greatest pleasure, sex. My satisfaction is to leave them wanting more without even knowing my name.

I’m well aware of myself, I know exactly what I want and where I’m going, which is nowhere. Being behind this counter, preparing and serving drinks, has taught me more about life than the days before I got here. I’m a natural redhead, green eyes, I hide my freckles with the makeup I wear to look like a bad girl. And that’s hot! Oh, and every woman should know that she’s sexy, and use it to her advantage. You, my dear, that is reading me right now, you’re very sexy. You just have to figure out how to bloom that feline side of yours.

My occupation as a counselor began on my third night of work, a busy day here in the nightclub. I saw one of the girls I had become friends with being humiliated by the man she loved, that ruined my day because I knew that kind of pain. As a good friend, I went to help her, giving her some advice so she wouldn’t suffer any more on the hands of someone who didn’t deserve her.

“Nicki, you’re better than that. Don’t let any man humiliate you. You’re beautiful, sexy, you can have any man you want. Get back out there and show the jerk what he lost. One thing is for sure, he’ll come running after you. But, please, value yourself. Only take him back once he’s eating out of your hand. If you give in before then, you’ll just go back to where you started, and you’ll spend the rest of your life being humiliated.”

And she did, after five months, the guy asked her to marry him. Today they have a great house, a beautiful son and another on the way. A solid relationship, a harmonious marriage. Oh, I also gave her a crash course on how to make a man crazy in bed, a great blowjob, fetishes with ropes and blindfolds, riding in style, and some other things... That makes all the difference! Who said girls who dance in nightclubs know everything about eroticism? Well, they don’t.

After that, her friends saw in me a solution. Soon after, other girls, and their friends and acquaintances, came to me. Today, I’m a professional, a Consultant in Relationship Education. Desperate women who don’t know what to do to save their relationships, girlfriends who want to marry the idiots that string them along for years, others who just want to conquer their loved ones, some of them just cannot be happy alone, I try to help them all. I don’t teach them how to conquer men, I simply help them find themselves above it all.

A fraud... Asshole judge!