Chapter 16

I arrived in Madam’s office at 11:30 the next morning. She was looking through some files and put them away as I walked toward her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with an annoyed tone.

“I’ve come to train my new recruit. She is mine, isn’t she? I mean, I have already been between her legs and now I would like to see her in between someone else’s.” I satisfyingly smiled while I sat on the corner of her desk leaning my body on my hands.

“Oh come on, Madam Dearest, are you pissed off because it only took me a few hours to get her here or did someone come on your face this morning and ruin your mascara?” I said with raised eyebrows.

She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “You think you can handle the training of a new VIP? Just because you got her here, doesn’t mean she will stay. Thus, get off your high horse. It’s far from a done deal, Lilith,” she snubbed.

“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how much I made her scream my name last night. We can reenact it if you wish. I could eat, I’m sort of getting hungry,” I snickered.

She shook her head. “You think you can handle this…then by all means.” She handed me a business card. “I want both of you there by ten.” I put the card in my cleavage.

The door opened and Taylor was escorted in. She blushed the moment she saw me and I winked at her. I crossed my legs on the desk and put my hands on my knees, like a lady.

“Taylor Vaughn, I presume,” Madam said, looking the epitome of the hierarchy she presumed she was. Taylor nodded.

“Darling, I don’t bite. Please have a seat.”

Taylor sat mimicking the exact same position I was in. This was going to be way too easy…

“Before we talk about anything else, let’s talk about the logistics. By you coming here today, you have agreed to move forward with Lilith’s proposition, I assume?” She nodded again.

I watched carefully as Madam moved from her seat to go sit by her, she grabbed her hands in a comforting, almost motherly, gesture. This was the first time I had ever seen Madam with a new VIP, I quickly realized how different our introductions to the lifestyle were.

“I am a Madam. Do you know what that is, Taylor?” she asked and Taylor shook her head no.

“Well…it’s a French word for a lady. It could also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could mean a woman who owns a brothel. Do you know what that is?”

She looked down at her lap. “Something to do with prostitution, right?”

Madam smiled sincerely and grazed the side of her cheek. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, prostitution is such an ugly word, and it’s highly illegal,” she said in a high pitched voice.

She carefully grabbed her chin. “What I run here is very much a legitimate business. I pay my taxes like any other American citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this home a The Cathouse; I have some very important high society sets of clientele, who are looking for only the best. My little black book is filled with names from all around the world; politicians, celebrities, sheiks, princes, kings, doctors, men, and women, all looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds, Taylor, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client for a duration of time and they pay.”

“Ok…and this is where I come in. I would be with them?” she asked. I could see how much her interest had piqued since she sat down.

“Absolutely. You are what makes me so successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power you hold with that tight little thing between your legs?”

It was amazing how easy it was to get inside her head, to know her thoughts before she did. I knew her mind was racing. She couldn’t take in everything that was happening around her. I could see her having some sort of out of body experience. Her brain wasn’t processing what she heard as fast as she would have liked. She stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She stood there, thinking to herself for a few seconds in wonderment of what Madam was implying. I turned when I heard the clicks of heels. Madam was coming up behind her. She froze when she felt the tips of her fingers stroll up and down her spine.

I swallowed the saliva that was building in my mouth. This was completely different from how I approached her. I was arrogant about it. Madam was smooth and charismatic; she knew she was holding all of the power, but made Taylor believe otherwise. I was watching her mind fuck the hell out of her, just waiting for her to take the bait.

“Do you understand what I am telling you? I want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted any other woman.”

She was too frightened to turn around; I could sense it all the way from where I was sitting. The saliva that had been building in my mouth was now a lump in my throat.

“You want to fuck me?” she asked, nervously.

“Yes I do, but not for the reasons that you think,” she continued; while still rubbing her back, she kissed the left side of her neck. “I want to fuck you in order to teach you.” She kissed the center of her neck. “I want to fuck you to please you.” She kissed the right side. “I want to fuck you to taste you.” She whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear, “More than anything, I want to fuck you…to make you.”

She closed her eyes, trying to soak in her words.

“Make me what?” she managed to say.

Moving her fingers from Taylor’s back, she cupped her chin, beckoning her to turn toward her. She did. Madam looked deep her eyes and spoke with more conviction than I had ever witnessed.

“I want to make you a VIP.”

She proceeded to tell her all about the business and how everything worked. It was as if I was watching a movie. Madam had a way with words, even her demeanor was different, and I quickly recognized how threatened she felt by me. My father was right, Madam got off on controlling people and with that came power. She couldn’t do that with me, she knew that VIP would be mine, and there was nothing she could do about it. The only thing she did have control over was when it would be mine.

I learned a lot that afternoon. Madam was like a mother to her VIPs. She was captivating and alluring, the way she related every single detail of what was to come was astonishing. She painted a picture of it all with such strength and tenacity; the determination in her voice and the eloquence of her very existence was incredible. I was already a VIP and I was ready to sign my soul away on the dotted line. Madam’s charisma had a magnetic pull and Taylor was the iron.

Taylor was excused to take care of all the necessary details of being a VIP.

I removed the business card from my cleavage. “I thought we weren’t going to be working for a while. Is this date going to be PG?” I sarcastically questioned.

“That gentlemen is good to go, Lilith. I would never put you in harm’s way,” she said moving the hair out of my face.

“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously responded.

She smiled victoriously. “The limo will pick you up first and then it will go get her, all right?” I nodded.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. I’m proud to have you as my daughter,” she softly spoke.

“Mmm hmm…” I cautiously smiled back at her, wondering what game she was playing.

Madam was the queen of manipulation. She would take, take, and take, until she could feel you on the verge of the landing, and only then would she give.

But actions will always speak louder than words.

I dressed in a tight blue strapless corset dress with lace up heels. The limo arrived at 9:15 pm and I was once again greeted with a glass of champagne. It didn’t take long for us to get to her new condo and I watched as she exited her building, her new makeover full in effect. She was glowing. It made me contemplate the awakening of one’s persona…

Haven’t you ever felt like that?

Primal, hungry, a thirst, an itch, an ache for the unknown?

That was VIP.

She was handed champagne and I could tell she was caught off guard when she saw me sitting in the limo, though she politely smiled with a hint of bashfulness behind it. She sat across from me and within minutes, she was fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

I grabbed the vile that I had in my purse for just this reason. I could sense she was watching my every move playing the fiddle of the innocent girl card very well.

“Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath but nodded.

“Taylor, we are way past playing coy, aren’t we? I’ve already seen your landing strip,” I declared, bringing my pinky up to my nose and sniffing.

“You want? I share,” I stated in a teasing voice.

“I don’t do drugs,” she responded in a serious tone.

I chuckled. “I don’t either.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Never say never,” I encouraged, handing her the vile.

She grabbed it, like I knew she would, and repeated the same process I just did. “It burns.”

“Give it a minute to work its magic. She moves quickly.”

The limo stopped and she handed me the vile with a satisfied smile on her face. I stepped out and grabbed her hand and we rode the elevator to the penthouse suite. The doors opened to the suite and Madam and a gentleman I had never seen met us.

“Girls,” Madam said, “this is Luke. Luke, this is Lilith and Taylor.”

He leaned in and kissed each of our cheeks and guided us toward the living room. The camera setup that was in the corner caught Taylor’s and my attention immediately. Madam sensed it like she does everything and grabbed Taylor’s hand from Luke to sit next to her on the couch. Luke handed each of us a glass of champagne.

“Luke is aware that this is your first time with a client. 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, Taylor. I am a mere spectator.” She downed her glass of champagne in one gulp.

“Why is there a camera set up?” she blurted out. Madam cocked a smile at her.

“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,” she replied.

“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 utmost discretion from my girls.” She nodded.

“Since we established a comradery earlier today, how about I answer your question,” she suggested.

“This camera is for you, darling.” She smiled. “Well…not just for you, it’s for you, and Luke.” Taylor looked between it and Luke with excitement and trepidation.

“He 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. Luke is very good at what he does. He is actually one of my top clients.” She turned to me.

“Lilith, baby, will you go get that robe.” I slid from the couch to retrieve it.

“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,” she said.

Madam moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch, and I handed Taylor the robe while she sat beside me. I glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly at us and noticed a little green light blinking. I hadn’t realized my role in all of this, but I moved when Luke made his way toward Taylor.