Chapter 28

Y2K…sound familiar?

January 1st, 2000, the arrival of the new millennium. December 31, 1999 held the fear that all computers were going to malfunction. People from all over the world feared that our luxuries would be destroyed and we would be reverting back to living with no electricity, heat, or running water. It was called the great Y2K scare. It was the fear that the apocalypse was among us and the end of the world was near.

I threw a costume, slash orgy, slash drug party.

I’ll give you a quick recap of the last five years. I did a lot of drugs; I fucked a lot of men, and women. I lived, I laughed, and I loved…myself, VIP, and my girls. I call that era my careless time. I was really messed up after finding out about Elizabeth, Mika, and even Julian. I lost myself for a while; my dark period. The cliff notes version is that I did what the hell I wanted to do. I didn’t once think about any of the consequences of the things that I did.

The Madam was powerful, envied, feared, and loved. I had anything at my disposal at any given time. No one said no to me, and if they did, they didn’t live to do to it again. I could destroy by just looking at you. You may think that I grew cold or cruel, and you are entitled to your opinion, but the truth is people who make it to the top have to crush those below them.

I didn’t make the rules for the first time in my life; I just followed them.

I invited anyone who was worth a damn for my New Year’s Eve party. I figured if the world came to an end, at least I was in good company. I know what you’re asking yourself as you read this…

Where’s Mika?

Am I right?

Mika and I remained “close” throughout those five years. To put it as blunt as possible, we still fucked. How much of a hypocrite am I, you ask? I was the other woman and trust me; it wasn’t by choice. As much as I wanted to walk away from him, I couldn’t, and he wouldn’t allow it. He was absolutely right about one thing, he always gave me what I needed, and it really was the beauty of us.

I never met his wife or his child and we never talked about it. Mika always lived multiple lives; it’s who he was. He never made excuses or apologizes for the shit he did either. That’s not to say I was the only other woman, I’m sure he had one everywhere he went, but I was his number one girl; at least that’s what he loved to tell me. It also gave me the liberty to do whatever or whomever I wanted to. I was still The Madam, and I never let Mika forget that. In its own completely twisted way, our “relationship” worked for me, and I was aware that it was the only way that I was able to be with someone and not truly be with them; if that makes any sense at all.

Anyway, I had a special plan for New Year’s Eve. One thing that I learned about high society people is how much they love their recreational drug use, the wealthy love to get fucked up. Think about, if you had all the money in the world and never once had to fear that you couldn’t buy your way out of something, then there were no consequences. People need consequences for change. Thus, taking “recreational” drugs is like going on vacation. You do it because you can. Now their sex was a different story; they loved to do those things behind closed doors. It’s so much easier to be who you are without anyone knowing it’s you.

When the clock struck midnight, I had someone turn off all the lights, literally. One would think that my guests would experience paranoia and panic, quite the contrary...the music changed and so did the mood. There were candles spread out throughout the entire room and it gave it a soft glow. It had a translucent appearance, a certain je ne sais quoi quality about it. And then…the VIPs walked in. All dressed in nothing but heels. They took center stage in the middle of the room and swayed their hips to the music. I didn’t have to see the guest’s faces to know that they were aroused, which is exactly what I wanted.

They danced provocatively, provoking and seducing everyone in the room. Their movements were carnal and sinful. I watched as the women captivated the attention of every last person in the room and I was proud. My girls were made for sex; you could see it, you could taste it, and you could fucking feel it. No one took their eyes off of them. They hypnotized the room through their movements. The music changed to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata and the girls glided their way toward their prey.

My guests didn’t stand a chance.

Even I was being pulled toward the vitality of my girls. However, I was always a voyeur, as were some other guests. I surveyed the room, breathing in the smell of lust, abandonment, and pussy.

Some people need love…

I need sex, money, power, and control.

I stood in the corner of the room with my back against the wall and observed all the primal hunger around me. My hands eased their way up my thighs and I lavished in the velvetiness of my skin. My nails lightly skimmed the first layer of pores that left my hair standing up at attention. I caressed my thighs in an up and down motion as I looked everywhere around the room. The eroticism was a work of art that I created. I was living a piece of history and people would talk about this for years to come. The thrill of it all was enough to get me wet.

As I observed bodies being devoured and adored by one, two, three or more people. There was no judgment…this was not depravity…this was VIP.

I didn’t have to look to know that he was there.

I didn’t have to find him to know that he was watching me.

As Beethoven’s melody continued to assault our senses, it illuminated the raw acts before us. The new millennium was welcomed with unadulterated passion.

My right hand found its way toward the lining of my panties and I touched the layer of silk right above the labia of my lips. The palm of my hand swayed back and forth on my pussy as I felt the moisture seeping through. My other hand slowly moved its way up my body and I began rubbing at the back of my neck while my fingers found the inside of my panties. I didn’t touch where I wanted myself the most; instead, I teased my labia and spread around the wetness from my opening.

My hand made its way down to my breast and I massaged myself through my dress. I bit my bottom lip as I watched a client suck on a VIPs clit. Her head fell back, as did mine. I pushed two fingers inside of my heat and moaned. There I was, shamelessly fucking myself while everyone else was getting fucked. My eyes closed on their own as I pushed harder on my g-spot and moments later, I felt him.

His fingers lay on top of mine and he pushed me in deeper and firmer. He kissed and sucked on the side of my neck as he removed the straps of my dress and bra to expose my breasts. I whimpered when he bit me.

“You’ve been waiting for me, Angel?” he whispered in my ear as he sucked on my earlobe.

“Tell me…huh…tell me you’ve been waiting for me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Mmmmm…” I groaned and he stopped my hand from moving. I griped at the loss of movement. I was so close to coming undone and he knew it.

“Tell me and you can come,” he insisted.

“Fuck…Mika,” I pleaded as I tried to move my hips, but he pushed all his body weight on me, caging me in.

“You want to come…then be a good girl…” I opened my eyes and stared into his dark, abandoned eyes. He was as fucked up as I was. We were both lost and used each other to find our way out of the solitude.

I leaned into his ear and blatantly admitted, “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m always waiting for you and I fucking hate you and love you for it.”

“That’s my Angel,” he groaned as he manipulated my hand to fuck me harder. He roughly kissed his way to my nipple and took one in his mouth. I could feel his teeth as he nibbled, making me feel both pleasure and pain. I grabbed the back of his head, pushing him and molding him into me as his hand went into my panties to draw circles around my clit. I could hear panting all around me and the endless amounts of skin on skin contact.

Mika urgently kissed me and our tongues twirled and tasted each other. I sucked on his bottom lip as I removed my hand and found his belt. I freed his hard cock and soaked it with the juices that were on my hand. He grabbed under my thigh and pulled my leg up as he plunged deep into my wet core.

“Fuck…you feel good. I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.” We stayed like that for several seconds just enjoying the feel of one another. He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed lightly as he began to thrust in and out of me. All the sounds and smells added to the sensation of our joining bodies.

“Harder, Mika…fuck me harder,” I begged as he grabbed my other leg to wrap around him. My back hit the wall with every give and take, and I knew I was going to bruise. I needed the pain and he knew it. The harder he fucked me the tighter I squeezed on his shaft. I could feel my juices dripping down my ass. I met him with every thrust until I couldn’t take it anymore and came.

“Jesus…Angel…come on my cock…just like that…” he panted as he thrust into me one last time, his entire body shook along with mine.

The second he placed me on the floor, his phone rang.

He pulled me into an embrace. “Happy New Year, Angel,” he said into the side of my neck.

“Happy New Year,” I repeated.

He kissed me one last time and left. I didn’t have to wonder where he was going. I laughed it off and enjoyed the rest of my night with my guests.

Happy fucking New Year!