Chapter 4

After I got my car, I had more freedom to do what I wanted. My mother wasn’t always on my ass about what I was allowed to do and I took full advantage of the freedom. Alexandria not only introduced me to drinking, but I also became formally introduced to Mary Jane, otherwise known as marijuana. She bought me my very own bag and pipe that I carelessly hid in my nightstand.

For the first time in my life, I walked into my bedroom one night to find my mother sitting at the end of my bed waiting for me.

My heart dropped.

“Mother,” I gasped in surprise.

“Lilith. Where have you been all night?” she interrogated in a calm, soothing voice.

“I just hung out with Alexandria.”

She slowly approached me from the bed. “The next time you come home high, darling, try putting some Visine in your eyes. Follow me, NOW!” I was terrified; my mother scared the shit out of me sometimes. I followed closely behind her to her office.

“Take a seat, Lilith, it’s time we had a little chat.” She sat in her leather chair and I sat in one of the seats in front of her desk. My mother was dressed in a crisp white suit; she untied her suit jacket to expose the cleavage of her corset top.

She sighed and folded her arms. “Do you have any idea how disappointed I am in you, Lilith? Is this how I raised you?”

“No, mother. I am sorry,” I stated, trying not to sound weak. The last thing I wanted was to further piss my mother off.

She pulled out the bag Alexandria had purchased for me and threw it on the desk.

“This is bullshit.” She unlocked her top drawer and pulled out another bag of marijuana. I had never seen anything like it. It was bright green with red hairs and white crystals all over it. I could smell its potency from where I was sitting.

“After everything I have ever given you. It has always been nothing but the fucking best money could buy.” She shook her head in disgust. “I don’t know what came over me, Lilith, but I decided that I wanted to scope out your room. To my surprise, I find that my daughter smokes weed; not only that but she has her own bag, and it’s fucking bottom grade hash.”

She grabbed both bags, one in each hand.

“This,” she stated, moving her right hand, “is garbage. It’s what homeless people smoke, lower income individuals, people who live off the fucking government. How do you live, Lilith? Huh?”

“Now, this,” she stated, moving her left hand, “is top quality, medical grade marijuana. This is what people who live like you do, darling, smoke.”

She threw my bag in the garbage, opened her bag and started to roll a joint. I had seen Alexandria do it many times before.

“If you’re going to do something, Lilith, then do it fucking right the first time. Don’t ever let me find anything but the goddamn best anywhere near your pretty little face again. Do I make myself clear?” she questioned.

I nodded. I couldn’t say a word. You would think that this should shock me. In reality it didn’t. My mother was not your average PTA parent, as you can see. If I was going to do anything, then it needed to be the best. Period. She finished rolling the joint, bit off the end, and lit it up. She took three hits and handed it to me.

“Take it and hit it,” she instructed, waiting for me to do the same.

“Hold it in for as long as you can,” she demanded, and I did until my lungs burned and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, which made me cough for a minute straight. I heard my mother laugh.

“Do it again,” she insisted in a lighter tone than before. I smoked half the joint before I passed it back to my mother. She hit it a few more times and put it out.

“How do you feel?”

“Fucked up,” I replied without thinking, making my mother laugh.

“Mother-daughter bonding at its best,” she added, comically laughing.

We spent the next few hours talking, laughing, and eating. It was one of the most memorable times I had with her. But this was just the beginning.

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After that night, my mother allowed me to come to some of her smaller parties at the house. At first, she watched me like a hawk, but after the first few times I didn’t see her as often. It was difficult to be the center of attention when my mother was around. She always owned the room wherever we were. I found myself getting bored and I would retreat to our boat dock to watch the yachts go by.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing back here by herself?” a deep, dark, sexy voice said from behind me.

I turned to find an older, attractive man. He was dressed in a suit, similar to what I had always seen my father wear. His hair was blonde and combed back in a slick style, with bright green eyes, and a narrow jaw line. He had both hands in his suit jacket and he was leaning on the railing with his legs crossed. He looked ready to attack and I jumped on the opportunity. You can’t really blame me, I was never around men my own age, and I had somewhat of a daddy complex.

“What’s your name?” he questioned with his head cocked to the side and a shit-eating grin on his face.

And…this is where shit hit the fan in my brain. He had no fucking idea that I was Madam’s daughter. I jumped on the opportunity like a fish does to water.

I stood up and walked toward him. “Veronica,” I replied, using my middle name as I extended my hand to shake his. I was wearing four-inch heels and I came up to his chin, he must have been 6’4.

“Julian,” he responded as we shook hands.

“To answer your question, I was admiring the view,” I said, trying to sound confident.

“As was I.” he grinned.

I batted my eyelashes and grinned right back. Julian and I talked about meaningless things as we watched the endless ocean, flirting and laughing until it was well past one in the morning. I knew my mother would come looking for me soon and I did not want her to catch me with Julian.

“It’s getting late, I have to go,” I stated, getting up as he grabbed my hand to stop me.

“I’ll take you wherever you need to go.”

I smiled. “I don’t need a chaperone.”

“How about a companion?” I could almost pick up a hint of desperation in his question that lit my insides on fire.

"Companion, hmmm, I might like that. I'll see you around, Julian.” I gave him my best seductive smile and walked away with sway in my step.

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A part of me always knew that my mother ran a risky business. I knew that beautiful women belonged to not only The Cathouse, but also my mother. I guess I even knew sex was involved somehow. I lived in the same house, saw beautiful women enter rooms with my mother. I had to be pretty naïve not to know. I didn’t really know the extent of my mother’s business until one afternoon when my mother took a call during lunch.

I listened attentively as she set up an appointment for a male physical with Dr. Casler, whom, I’d also come to know over the years.

“Why would you be making a doctor’s appointment for a client, Mother?” I curiously asked.

She looked up from the paperwork in front of her with a raised eyebrow, “My my, Lilith, what big ears you have?”

“Just curious,” I responded boldly, showing her no fear.

She removed the paperwork from her desk and replaced it with the VIP book that I had snooped through years ago.

“I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you. I just hadn’t figured out the right time to do so. No time like the present.” She hit the intercom button on her phone, “Madelyn, I am not to be interrupted for the rest of the afternoon. Have Philippe bring the 1961 Chateau Palmer Margaux. Thank you.”

She sighed and looked at me. “Darling, you have no idea how long I have waited to have this talk. From the moment you were born, you were meant for greater things, things that the average person will never be able to achieve. A lifestyle made only for a VIP.”

“How do you think you live like this? What do you think I do? Let’s start there,” she suggested.

“I’m not-”

“Bullshit,” she interrupted me. “Lilith, have I ever taken my eyes off you? Do you honestly think that you can do anything in this home and I not see it? I have eyes everywhere, darling. For example, look behind you, Lilith,” she instructed with a point of her finger. I turned to see a framed picture of a man and a woman.

“Do you see that painting? I know you do. That painting has a hidden camera. I have cameras all over the house. I don’t have one in your room, but that doesn’t mean for one goddamn second that I don’t know what you do in there. Now…let’s try this again, shall we?” she questioned, again pausing. “What do you think I do?”

I licked my lips in nervousness. My mother had seen everything throughout the years, and I had no fucking clue. I fought the urge to pick through my memories for the things she could have caught me doing, but knew I didn’t have enough time for that. She asked a question and needed an answer.

“I know it has something to do with VIP. I don’t know what it means, but I know that you’re called Madam. You only have women that work for you or with you. I know that it involves sex and stuff.”

“Mmm hmm…and what exactly do you know about sex and stuff, Lilith?”

“I know that it’s supposed to be intimate and with a man and a woman who love each other.” I responded with the best answer I had; it wasn’t like we’d ever had the birds and bees talk.

“Mmm hmm…and what if they don’t? Huh? What if they just want to fuck? Is that not all right? Tell me the rules here.”

“Mother, I-” I started to say, unsure of how to respond.

“Enough,” she reprimanded as she handed me the glass of wine that Philippe had poured. I took it without hesitation, needing something to do with my hands while we had this vexatious conversation.

“You are nervous, Lilith. Why? I’m your mother. There is no need for fear here. I want you to just listen. I’ll do the talking, all right?” I nodded; thankful I could just sit back and listen without having to answer any more of her disturbing questions.

“Lilith, what I do sets me apart from the rest of the world. I have the liberty to do something that makes a difference in people’s lives. I provide a service for those who need and want it. In return, I get the luxury of living a life most people only dream of.” She smiled tenuously as she sensed my confusion.

“VIP stands for Very Important Pussy. You do know what pussy means, right?” she asked me.

“Yes.” I felt the unfamiliar blush on my cheeks.

“Lovely. Say it,” she nonchalantly demanded.

“Excuse me?”

“Say the word pussy,” she repeated, this time with more authority.

I swallowed the saliva that had formed in my mouth. “Pussy.”

She grinned. “Do you see how easy it rolls off the tongue? It was meant to. Pussy should be a word that is celebrated! It could have several meanings, but the bottom line is, pussy is meant to be shared. Sharing is caring, darling,” she explained.

“I own VIP, which means, I own pussy. Since I own it, I cherish it, I take care of it, and I provide for it. VIP is a multibillion-dollar organization that is run by me and only me. Before it landed in my hands, it was owned by your ancestors, all of who were women. This mansion, it’s The Cathouse; it’s the headquarters of where everything gets started. Questions?”

“What does any of it have to do with me?” I asked.

“It has absolutely everything to do with you. I am going to make you a VIP…once I feel that you’re ready, of course. It’s illegal before the age of eighteen to have consensual sex with an adult, but…a lot happens behind closed doors. I made you, therefore I get to get to decide what’s appropriate, not the state of Florida,” she professed as she sipped her glass.

“Do you mean, like prostitution?”

“Child, do I look like the type of woman that could be a pimp? My girls are treated for what they are, very important pussies. They have the best of the best, sleep with only the best, and have total control, to a certain extent that is. I of course have to have the final say. These girls are paid thousands upon thousands for an hour of their time. You’ll never see one of them giving a hand job in the back of a car or standing on some street corner waiting for someone to choose them.

“Men…and women, pay immense money for their time. You’ll learn, Lilith, you’ll soon find out that the pussy between your legs is golden,” she stated, pointing to in between my legs. “You’ll learn to use it to your advantage.”

“You want me to sell myself?” I asked in shock.

My mother laughed. “Say it, Lilith.”

“Say what?” I asked in confusion.

“Say pussy. You can say it, use it freely, embrace it and the fact that your little pussy is going to make you a very happy girl,” she clarified.

“What do you mean?”

“Lilith, my dear. Don’t play coy with me. It’s in your blood, it’s who you are, it’s what you were made for. I don’t have to watch to know that you’ve played with your own pussy. It’s an ache, a calling, a motherfucking throbbing need for you to want to pleasure yourself; it’s what you are bred for. I know you know how good it feels. You have no idea what you’re in for or how good a man, or even a woman, can make your pussy feel.” When I felt my cheeks burn, flaming with embarrassment, she yelled, “LOOK UP!”

I was startled but she continued. “Don’t you ever turn away from me when I am talking to you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy and I’m going to teach you how to use it. Are we clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, trying to find my inner strength.

“Are you scared, Lilith? Are you hearing that voice in the back of your mind? It’s telling you all sorts of things. Well, that voice, it’s not your conscience; it’s fear. Don’t ever let that voice be heard. Do. You. Understand. Me.” I nodded in silent agreement.

She smiled. “Great! Question portion can begin; I know you have them. Let’s hear them.”

I had absolutely no idea where to even begin. My head was spinning with the revelations of what my mother had disclosed. I felt anxious, nervous, intimidated, but most of all, I felt liberated. I had always felt different, and it wasn’t from my upbringing. It was from something inside of me, a feeling, a presence.

My interests, motivations, and aspirations from the time I was child always led back to sex. I dreamt about it, and pleasured myself to something I had no idea about. It was just an ache. I had hundreds of questions for my mother, and I knew she would have answered them.

I didn’t want to ask…I didn’t want her to tell me….

I don’t ask questions, I make my own answers.

I wanted to feel it.

I wanted to experience it.

I wanted to learn it all on my own terms.

I didn’t want to wait.

I wanted to be a VIP now.