Chapter 8

Six months went flying by. Madam developed a whole regimen for me, beginning with my diet and exercise. The baby weight flew off and I didn’t have a mark on me, it was if I had never been pregnant and it was all a dream. I put that memory where it needed to go, far away in the back of my mind, where I wouldn’t think about it. I programmed myself to pretend as if it never existed; it was all a figment of my imagination. You wouldn’t believe what the human mind could do if you tried hard enough.

I also watched an enormous amount of porn; all kinds, male on male, female on female, threesomes, orgies, and good ole fashioned one on one. I watched so much damn porn that I was dreaming about it. Let’s just say that my hand grew tired over those six months.

I met the other twelve VIPs; I was lucky number thirteen. They were all drop dead gorgeous, some of them I had met before and others I had never seen. They were all uniquely different, but had one thing in common, VIP. They were welcoming and assisted with my training as well. I attended parties, met future prospects, and Madam explained the ins and outs of VIP and how everything worked.

The VIPs taught me how to entice, flirt, tease, and seduce. It was then that I realized how easy men were. If given the chance, a woman could make any man cheat. Men fuck, just like a VIP.

No remorse, no guilt, no regret.

On Tuesday June 6, 1978, I turned 18.

“Wake up, darling,” I heard Madam say. “Open your beautiful bright blue eyes for me.”

I did. “What’s going on?” I questioned half asleep.

“It’s midnight. You’re officially a VIP. Do you feel it? The world is at your fingertips, it’s right there, right in front of you. It’s your time, Lilith,” she vowed as she lightly pressed her lips on mine before she left.

I rushed to my mirror and touched the skin on my face.

I was a woman.

I was a VIP.

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My coming out party was the following Saturday, the theme was Masquerade. I wore a white lace corset that came up to my ribs- my cleavage busting at the seams- a white thong, a silver chain garter belt that held up white thigh highs, and silver four-inch heels. My hair flowed loosely down my back and I wore a glitter white mask that covered my eyes.

I watched myself in the mirror for a few minutes, admiring the beauty that was I. I couldn’t remember a time where I didn’t admire my mother’s VIPs, they were everything I wanted to be, everything I knew I could be. The day had come and it was my turn to shine, I had my moment in the stars, where everyone would only look at me. I wasn’t scared or nervous, I felt comfortable in my own velvety white skin. It was my night and I was going to make sure that it was unforgettable.

I finished smoking a Lime Haze joint, Madam had marijuana delivered from Amsterdam that afternoon; it was one of my birthday presents. I also finished my celebratory glass of champagne that Madam had brought me to toast. Keep in mind that the legal drinking age in Florida in 1978 was eighteen.

Just another reason to go all out, right?

I took one last look at myself and made my way downstairs. As soon as my foot stepped on the stairs, everyone turned to look at me. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“I’d like everyone to give a warm, loving, welcome to the newest member of VIP; it’s also her eighteenth birthday. Let’s make it a night she won’t soon forget…shall we? On the count of three, everyone sing happy birthday,” Madam stated in the microphone.

I was at the last step when they finished singing and there was a cake with eighteen candles waiting for me. I blew them out and then I was pulled into hugs and kisses on the mouth from everyone in attendance. I took the opportunity to look around me and I had never seen anything like it before. There was translucent lighting everywhere. Half naked women dancing on poles that were set up in several places around the open room, food laid on naked women and men, and waitresses walking topless with g-strings. But everyone was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t see their faces.

“Lilith, go explore. Just remember one thing, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do at least twice.” She grinned deviously at me.

I walked through the house as if I was Alice in Wonderland; except I hadn’t fallen down the rabbit hole; I jumped right the fuck in, head first. I went into our theatre room and there were clips of the VIPs on a reel, the girls with clients, the girls together, and some of them alone, pleasuring themselves. I heard a loud moan and turned my attention to the naked woman lying on the floor, her hands and ankles were bound separately, and she had a blindfold on. There were two males, each holding a candle. I watched as they poured wax all over her skin, she moaned loudly when it did. Her pale skin turned red in seconds, and their erections would bounce in the anticipation for it. They were all getting off on it, as was I.

It was as if I was watching it in slow motion, I could feel the allure, the magnetism pulling me forward. I had the candle in my hand within minutes and I crouched down to lightly touch her. I started at her cheek and her head leaned toward my touch, she licked her lips in an unspoken gesture to keep going. I moved my fingers to her neck and rubbed up and down on her windpipe, I was in complete control over everything I did, and she had absolutely no say. My panties got wet. I squeezed a bit firmer, not enough to stop her breathing, but enough to know that I could, and she moaned loudly.

My hand cupped her breast and I pushed it upward, I gently poured wax on her cleavage and her breathing escalated in anticipation of what was to come. I moved forward to lick the edge of her lips, and her tongue peeked out to touch mine. I moaned, and we erotically moved our tongues together, tasting and feeling the thirst for it all. I pulled away and licked and sucked on her nipple to make it hard as stone. Once it was, I leaned back to watch her face as I poured wax all over it. Her back arched off the ground, and she whimpered in a satisfying desire.

I didn’t stop there; I kept moving the wax down her stomach, right to her inner thigh. I looked back at her face and saw her bite her bottom lip. I smiled deviously and poured wax right at the top of her mound, she gasped in surprise, and I leaned forward to kiss her passionately. We moaned into each other’s mouths and I could feel her trying to rub her legs together to relieve the ache that I had caused. I moved my hand toward her pussy, and with my palm, I lightly moved circles on her clit. Not enough pressure to make her come, but enough to drive her insane. I kissed her one last time and moved away, and she whimpered at the loss.

I giggled, and noticed that both men had their cocks in their hands.

“You think you guys could finish the job?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Before I closed the door, I watched one move in between her legs, while the other went for her mouth.

I saw two women exit the next room that caught my eye; I made my way over to it, and opened the door. It was dark and the lighting was dim, there were a few people in that room. I saw two males in the corner, kissing and touching each other’s dicks through their pants, while another one watched, stroking his hard dick in his hand. To my surprise, I was growing wetter by watching it unfold. The masculinity and dominance over one another was entrancing and provocative.

There were other people talking as if nothing were happening in the corner of the room. My eyes caught the table that had an endless amount of white lines of powder. I had no idea what it was, but it sure as shit didn’t mean I wasn’t going to find out.

“You want a taste?” a dark voice whispered in my ear.

“I can smell it on you, Angel, you want it and you want it so fucking bad. Let me be the one to give it to you. You want to feel like a queen?” he provoked as he moved to face me. His hair was blonde, long, and shaggy. He had hazel, dilated eyes, and a smile that could make any girl wet. The facial hair on his face immediately made me wonder what it would feel like between my legs. His body was covered in tattoos and muscle. He looked like a bad boy that drove a motorcycle, and said the word cunt at dinner.

He grabbed my hand, kissed my inner wrist, and escorted me to the table.

We sat down on our knees and I watched as he picked up the $100 bill, bringing it to his nose. He bent forward and snorted two lines up each nostril.

He jerked his head back and sniffed harder cleaning his nostrils with his fingertips.

“Ugh! Burns like a motherfucker, but goddamn that’s good shit. Madam has this shit imported from Columbia, only the best. Your turn.” He grinned and handed me the bill.

“All right, virgin Angel, I guess I’m going to be the one that takes your wings. Don’t do more than one in each nostril and sniff hard to make sure it all goes in.”

“What is it?” I questioned.

He smiled. “Your new best friend, Snow White.”

I proceeded to do exactly what I had just witnessed and not even ten seconds later, I felt a drip at the back of my throat.

What does cocaine make you feel like? It makes you feel like doing more cocaine.

It’s a helluva drug. The second it hit my bloodstream I was alive. It felt like I could walk on water, run a marathon in five seconds, pure mental clarity, I was watching and experiencing everything around me like a newborn does.

But most of all, it made me feel confident, seductive, and horny as fuck.

“You should see your eyes right now. They’re piercing. So birthday girl, did I pop your cherry all right?”

I laughed, “Enough to make me come back for more, no pun intended. What’s your name?”

“Mika,” he replied with an edge to his voice I hadn’t heard before.

“Lilith, right?” he asked with a smirk, I nodded.

As much as I wanted to talk to Mika, I wanted to roam a lot more; Snow White had piqued my curiosity. I needed to move.

“Need a babysitter?” I asked.

“A babysitter, huh, no I do just fine on my own,” he teased, licking his lips. I watched his tongue make its way back in his mouth and I wanted it to be in mine. Lucky for me, he made the first move. His thumb traced my bottom lip, and the tip of my tongue grazed it as he pushed into my mouth. I seductively sucked on it and hummed.

“Fuck I wish that was my cock,” he sighed.

He roughly grabbed the back of my neck and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it as I did his thumb and he groaned. His hands cupped the sides of my face and it intensified our lip movements.

“Spread your legs, Angel, open your knees,” he huskily demanded. I moved my legs apart, sitting on my ankles, and he eagerly moved my panties to the side to rub my pussy forward and then backward with the palm of his hand. I moaned and he bit my bottom lip.

“Jesus…you’re soaking wet. You like that, huh? You want me to finger fuck you, don’t you?”

He pushed two fingers inside of me, in an upward motion, and moved them back and forth. I shamelessly moaned.

“You feel that?” he goaded as he pushed on the spot that drove me wild.

“Answer me,” he stated, pushing on the same place that made it almost impossible for me to answer.

“Yes…yes…fuck yes…” I let out.

“Ride my hand, Angel, ride my hand like you would ride my cock,” he suggested as he continued to torment my g-spot.

I sat up higher and rode his fingers like it was the last thing I was going to do. He never once stopped kissing me; the coke, his kissing, and his fingers in my pussy were enough to drive me to euphoria. I never felt myself that wet before and I could hear the noises I made as I continued to fuck his hand.

I brought my fingers to my clit, making my way closer to the edge of release.

He sensed that I started to play with myself and stopped kissing me to watch.

“Open your eyes,” he said in a pleading tone. I did and was smacked in the face with everyone’s eyes on me, and that’s all it took for my head to fall back and come.