Chapter 32

It was May 2005. I don’t think I need to remind you that I always take care of what’s mine. Ever since the day I found her, I had been watching her. I knew every step that she took without her knowing that I was even around. I never thought that she would become the little vixen that she was, however I was unbelievably proud that she took it upon herself to get whatever she wanted by using her body and looks. I guess you can say that what happened to her may have been a blessing in disguise; I told you everything happens for a reason.

To my surprise, I woke up one morning and good ole Mr. Pedophile was on the news, he was found brutally murdered and sodomized near an alley. I have no idea how that happened...cross my heart, and by heart, I mean my fingers.

I went to Tampa one afternoon and watched as my dear girl was on her knees with some pubescent boy. Now, clearly, the scenario wasn’t my idea of ideal, but I will give credit where credit is due and she was sucking his cock like a fucking pro, and she also made him wear a condom. She got a bag of clothing and some food after she was done, I would have much rather preferred to see some money, though the girl was clearly in need of food and clothing. After he was done, they sat beside each other smoking a joint.

“I want out of this fucking town,” she stated breathing out the smoke from her nose. I could smell the shitty potency from the corner and it further pissed me off that she would let nothing but the goddamn best near her face. My mother’s words quickly making their way into my thoughts.

And here is where the light bulb went off and it was so bright it hurt my eyes. I drove to her school and lingered around just waiting to find my bait. The second I saw the decent looking young man make his way to his disgusting old pickup truck, I followed him. I called Gregory.

“Madam,” he said into the phone.

“H43 LMD.”

“Excuse me?” he questioned.

“It’s his license plate. I need all his information immediately. I want to know it all, including how many times a day he jerks off.”

“Madam…”

“You have 72 hours.” I informed and hung up.

<>-<>-<>-<>

Eric Johnson, senior, accepted into the University of Miami, comes from a middle class family, had one girlfriend who never gave it up, and he’s a virgin.

B-I-N-G-O.

I waited till it was dark and he was leaving his movie theatre job. I leaned on his driver’s side door, one leg crossing the other and smoking a joint. He saw me immediately and I smiled.

“Want to hit it?” I smirked as I blew the smoke from my mouth.

I saw his Adam’s apple move and the mix of caution and intrigue all over his face. He took the joint from my fingers. “You a cop?” he asked.

“Do I look like a goddamn cop?” He shook his head and brought the lit joint to his lips, inhaled, and immediately started coughing.

“That’s some strong shit,” he blurted as he coughed up a lung.

“I have an ounce of it in my car. Would you like it?”

His eyes narrowed down. “Ummm…sure. Who are you?”

I cocked my head to the side. “Your fairy Godmother, aren’t you lucky.”

He smiled and said, “Well…you’re hot as fuck.” He took another few hits, trying to look mature and grown. Men were too easy.

“I said I was your fairy Godmother, not your sugar mama, Eric.”

He stepped back. “How do you know my name?”

“Marijuana causes paranoia. I’m not going to hurt you. You have something that I can use to get me what I want and I know a lot about you. It’s the perk of being your fairy Godmother and all,” I teased and he laughed. “I also have a great idea…want to hear it?” He nodded.

“See, I have this girl, she actually goes to your school, maybe you know her or maybe you don’t. The point is she could help you.”

“Okay...with what?” he questioned as he handed me the joint. I took another few hits, held it up to see if he wanted any more and he declined. I threw it in the bushes behind him.

“I assume you aren’t hanging on to your v-card by choice? Right?” I sassed.

“What…I’m not-”

“Really? I can almost smell it on you. It’s a shame, you are very good looking, and I can tell you from experience, girls aren’t fond of men who don’t know how to get it in,” I ridiculed with a pleasant tone.

I moved away from the car and stepped closer to him, I grabbed the piece of his hair that had fallen out of place and put it behind his ear. He licked his lips and there was a tiny pink hue that came upon his cheeks.

“She can help you and all you have to do is bring her to Miami. It’s very simple,” I whispered close to his ear as his breathing elevated. I didn’t have to look down to know he was hard.

“How?” he hinted with desire behind his words.

“You proposition her with taking her away from here and you also tell her that you will give her $100 if she will take your virginity.”

His eyes narrowed in on me. “Are you crazy? That’s just going to get me slapped across the face. What kind of joke are you trying to pull?”

“She’s not that kind of girl. I can guaran-fucking-tee-you that she will not turn you down.” I put my hand on top of his jeans over his hard cock and he jerked forward.

I moved my hand up and down. “And if she does, I’ll fuck you.”

“Who is she?” he groaned.

I didn’t stop moving my hand. “Ysabelle. Ysabelle Telle.” He nodded.

“Drop her off on South Beach.” I grabbed the bill from my pocket and placed it in his as his hips moved frantically into my hand. I never let up on moving my hand up and down.

I wasn’t a horrible person; I let him come.

<>-<>-<>-<>

Three months later and she showed up exactly as planned. It couldn’t have been easier. I met Eric at the end of Collins Street and handed him his ounce. He was bright eyed and chipper.

I had gotten her where I wanted her. Now it was a waiting game.

<>-<>-<>-<>

I made it a point to stay away, I had come that far and I wasn’t going to let anything fuck it up. For the next two years, I molded Brooke to train the girls; she became like my right hand woman. She assisted me with whatever I needed at the drop of a dime, and I honestly don’t think she would have had it any other way. A lot of the girls were getting older and it was time for them to retire; I brought in new, fresh faces. I learned that it was much easier to start them young; they were easier to mold and train. Not only that, they were eager.

My clients appreciated the young blood.

I can’t say that I didn’t appreciate it too. There is something about surrounding yourself with women that are younger than you; it’s as if it keeps you young. I have never felt old and I personally believe that I look better now than I did before. On my 46^th birthday, I decided that I needed a change, so I gave myself a makeover. For the first time in my life, I cut my hair; I had always had long blonde luscious locks and I had it all cut off. It was styled in a short pixie cut and dyed platinum blonde; I also changed my wardrobe. I started wearing tight suits with corset tops, and I possibly went and had some Botox. I had always taken care of myself; it came with being The Madam.

I looked fucking amazing.

“Well, well, well, look at you…” Mika boasted as he came into my office. He sat down and folded his arms.

You want to know the real cruelty of the world…Men get better looking as they get older. While women are constantly trying to make themselves not look old, men fucking embrace it. Mika looked better now than he did when I first met him. He got rid of the long hair a few years prior but he styled it in a shaggy mess that always hung around his eyes. I couldn’t see a gray hair on his head because it was that blonde. His physique was still toned and defined and the barely-there-wrinkles around his eyes made him look distinguished. He still drove a motorcycle and dressed like a bad boy; it still made my panties wet every time I was near him.

“What’s with the makeover?” he addressed, pointing at me.

“You don’t approve?” I smiled.

“Angel, you know that you’re fucking gorgeous. I am enjoying the new hair and the outfit makes me want to see what’s under it. It makes you look like you’re trying to fit the part.”

“Darling, I don’t fit the part, the part fits me. I just wanted something fresh and so I made it happen,” I reminded.

He put his index finger up to his lips. “Come sit on Mika’s lap, I want to show you something.”

I laughed, “I have somewhere I have to be. You’ll have to show me another time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

“Do you think that is going to work with me, Angel? We both know I can keep you here,” he proclaimed setting his elbows on my desk.

“Fine. I am going to a meeting and when the meeting is done, I plan to sit on his face. Better?” I badgered. “I can do what I want, any time, any place, anywhere.”

His demeanor instantly changed and he was no longer the charismatic Mika that walked into my office. He was sad. There are times, few and far between, that I have witnessed Mika be anything other than demanding.

“I love you,” he declared out of nowhere. It was the first time he had ever uttered those words to me. I tried to hide the yearning in my heart, but that didn’t stop it from beating its way out of my chest.

“I love you, Madam, every last part of you.”

We stared at each other and as much as I wanted to say it back, I couldn’t.

I had seen too much, I had experienced too much.

My heart had grown hard and black.

I wasn’t the same woman I had been years ago; too much had happened, to me, to us. Nothing would have changed if I had said it back that day…he wouldn’t have left his wife, and he would have known that he had me. I couldn’t show him any more weakness than I already had. Mika consumed me.

He knew it. But I didn’t have to prove it.

“What about your wife? What about your kid? You know me, Mika, I don’t play mommy to anyone but you,” I teased. I knew what I was doing; I was about to catch a big fish.

He stood up and came closer to me. “You know I can’t leave her, Angel. We don’t have a relationship, but until my dad dies, I have to stay married to her.”

“So where does that leave us?”

“I don’t care how we do it, as long as I can be with you. I was so stupid before. I tried pretending that these feelings didn’t exist. But they do. And I see them clearly now. We can have a life together. Just you and me.”

“And your wife and your kid,” I reminded him.

“As long as she has the big house and the fancy cars, and my child is taken care of, it doesn’t matter. She knows about you, always has. I need you, Angel. And I know you need me too. We are made for each other.”

He was getting deep with his professions. It felt like not so long ago I had wanted to hear him say these things. I practically begged to hear them. But instead, he shattered me. And then again, when he told me about knocking someone up and marrying her.

He had always come back to me, and I always welcomed him back. I loved hearing him tell me how he felt, but it didn’t change anything. I was in the midst of all of my dreams falling at my feet. I wouldn’t trade it for anyone, Mika included. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t entertaining the idea.

“Mika, I thought you said we weren’t built for this.”

“I didn’t think we were. But the older I get, the more things make sense. And you and I make sense. We always have. From that very first night when I tied you up and watched as the VIP devoured you. From the first time I shared you with someone. Remember that, Angel? Remember how well we work together, in and out of the bedroom? We belong together. Tell me you feel the same way,” he begged. I had never heard him beg before, and I’ve got to say, the sound of it made me wet.

I touched his face with the tips of my fingers. “Oh, Mika, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you love me too.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I do.” It was the closest I could get to saying it. I knew I would never be able to turn back once those words left my lips. It was a hard fight, but I won and kept those three sacred words inside.

“Tell me you want to be with me. Tell me you want me to bend you over my knee right now.”

“You can bend me over your knee another day, I have an appointment that I am eager to attend. You should go home to your wife maybe she will play with you.” My tone immediately changed as soon as my hand dropped and I backed away.

I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see how he felt when the tables were turned.

His eyes grew wide with shock. “Angel,” he said in his dominant tone. “Don’t do this.”

He stepped toward me, caging me in between his hard body and my desk.

“Don’t be so clingy.” I had wanted to say that to him for fourteen years. And damn did it feel good.

I watched his eyes grow cold and fill with anger. “You’re a day late and a dollar short. What we have is amazing the way it is, why fix something that’s not broken.”

He grabbed my neck pushing me back against the wall. “You don’t mean it. I know you, Angel, and you don’t mean one fucking word you’re saying. Stop. For one second just live in the moment and say what we both need to hear,” he urged, tightening his hold to prove his power over me.

“I have always lived in the moment with you. That’s the fucking problem.”

“Please…”

And that’s when it all shattered, every last bit of me. "I love you, but I'm not going to play house. Take us as we are or nothing at all. I’m not that woman, Mika. I will never be that woman, and fuck you for trying to make me become her." he placed his forehead on mine and moved his hand to the side of my face.

“I have an appointment,” I reminded. “I’ll see you later.” I stepped beside him and he let me.

I walked away from the unknown possibilities that day. I couldn’t live my life for someone else. I knew he was being sincere with everything he was expressing to me; I had known it for years, but at the end of the day, he still went home to her. In a way, I already was the other woman, though it was on my terms, not his. I didn’t do ultimatums and in my dreams, he was always with me; but in reality, he was with her. I didn’t leave him that day, but I also didn’t stay. You can’t lose something that was never yours to begin with; I wasn’t foolish enough to believe otherwise.

I’m just not made like that.