Chapter 8

Maddie

 

I spent the entire afternoon on the couch watching the sunset. Andrew spent the entire morning, afternoon and now evening with his whore. Rosalia and I didn’t speak at all. She cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner and I ate nothing. I had a burning hole in my stomach. The hole of despair and worry. All I could think about was Alyssa and Daniel, the pain in my heart made me feel like I couldn’t catch my breath. I sat staring out of the window waiting for Stone to come crashing through the front door, but he didn’t. Maybe he was tired of rescuing me? Maybe he thought I wasn’t good enough for the kids…or him?

“Beautiful sunset,” Andrew said, but I didn’t respond, “The silent treatment?”

“Leave me alone, Andrew…please.” I whispered.

“Suit yourself,” he said as he walked towards the door, “Beautiful night for a swim. Would you like to join me?”

“No.” I got up and walked towards the bedroom.

“How long are you going to act like this Madison?”

I turned to face him, “Until you let me go home Andrew. I don’t care if you beat me. I don’t care if you kill me. You’ll never have me. I’ll never be yours.”

“You will.” He demanded.

“No, I won’t.”

“We’re having a party tonight. I want you in the outfit that is on the bed waiting for you. You’ll be serving my guests and me…”

“Let your whore do it.” I sneered.

He slammed the door behind him and walked towards me.

“I’m impressed. I really thought by now you would be compliant, but I see the beatings I have given you meant nothing,” he placed his finger on his chin as if he were anticipating his next move. Then, he slapped me so hard across my face I went flying into the wall of the bedroom, “Get your shit together Madison. Your mother was a no-good whore and a junkie. Am I treating you that way? Am I forcing myself on you? Am I giving you drugs to take?”

“No…” I whimpered, holding the side of my face.

“Then do as you’re told, Madison and stop fucking around.” He said angrily.

“I want to go home Andrew. I need my family. Don’t you understand that? They’re all I have…please.” I pleaded as the blood trickled down my bottom lip.

“I need you, Madison.”

“No…you don’t. Jordania is everything you need.”

“She’s everything I need sexually. But your innocence keeps me intact. Makes me feel human when I know that I’m not.”

I glanced up at him. His eyes were soft, honest and that look alone made me nervous.

“Please Andrew, I need to get home to my kids. They need me. They love me.”

“I can’t do it Madison. I love you. I need you,” he turned and walked away from me, “Now go shower and get dressed.” He demanded.

He walked out of the bedroom. Before I walked to the bathroom to take a shower, I heard a faint knock on the door. It was Jordania.

“Can you smell his scent on me?” she asked.

“I don’t give a shit about him or you. You’re a filthy whore, Jordania. Just like my mother.”

I walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub and began to cry. I stepped into the shower and let the scalding hot water burn my body, when I could no longer take the pain I jumped out of the spray, my shoulders burned as I placed my hands against the cool tile. I wanted to die. Right there, in the shower. But that would be so selfish of me. Alyssa and Daniel needed me. I needed them. I needed Stone.

“Come back to me.” I whispered to myself.

I turned the handle making the water cold to relieve the pulsating heat that branded my skin. When suddenly, the door slams open and I was caught off guard. Jordania grabbed me by the hair and threw me against the floor.

“You bitch!” She shouted.

“Get off of me!”

I grabbed her by the throat with one hand and punched her in the face with the other. She released the grip she had on my hair and slipped on the wet tile of the bathroom floor, banging her head.

“You’ll pay for that you bitch!” She whimpered in pain.

“Get out!” I yelled.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Andrew barked.

“Keep your whore in line Andrew; or she just might be the next person I kill.”

I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the bedroom. Andrew lifted Jordania by the waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked her as I stood in the doorway watching them.

“I’m leaving you Andrew. It’s over.” She sniveled.

“You’re not going anywhere. Do you hear me?” he scowled at her.

“Leave me alone!” She shouted.

“Get ready for the guests and leave Madison alone. I told you what you need to do. Do as you’re told, Jordania.” She bowed her head.

“Yes, sir.”

I cringed at the power he had over Jordania, but it wasn’t happening with me. She passed me by with her head lowered in shame. I was confused by their conversation. What did he mean by, ‘I told you what you need to do?’

Andrew walked into the bedroom.

“What do you want?” I asked cynically.
“You need to show some respect to Jordania.” He said angrily.

“What? She attacked me!” I barked and shook my head.

Before I knew it, Andrew punched me so hard against the side of my head; I hit the floor and lost consciousness for a split second. I glanced up at him, my vision was blurry, and my eyes were unfocused.

“You heard me. Put this outfit on and get ready to work the floor,” he said smiling, “Meet me at midnight out by the lake.”

“Why?” I asked as I tried to focus.

“I have something to show you.”

My heart stopped beating for a moment. His voice had the same vicious tone it did when he was screwing me and telling me that Sly was his brother and I was going to pay for killing him.

I stood up slowly, rubbing the side of my head that was pounding from the vicious blow of his fist.

“You mean you’re actually going to let me leave this house?”

“You have to; you have a decision to make. Go now, do what you do best. Keep your mouth shut and your tits perky on display. No one likes to see a young girl serving handcuffs and vibrators while she’s sulking.”

I glanced over to see Jordania was holding a silver platter that had handcuffs, lube, and vibrators.

“What happened to food and drinks?” I asked stunned.

“This is a bit different. I have new clients who want to try out new toys. Jordania will follow. She’s the model.”

Jordania smiled as she stood there wearing nothing but a thong. She spun around for me. Her perfect ass swallowed the red laced thong as her long black hair covered her round, voluptuous breasts. I was jealous of her. Not because I loved Andrew, but because he told me I had nothing he wanted, and she had everything he did and that hurt…a little. Stone was the only man I wanted touching me. I wanted his hands grazing my body, his lips on mine, his tongue trailing to the center of my core. I wanted to be his and only his. But will that day every come?

I turned away from Jordania as they both scoffed at me.

“We’ll leave you now. Jordania will meet you in the living room.” He smacked her ass hard, and she moaned with pleasure.

I wore the leather outfit that sucked in my curves and left my two perky breasts exposed. I added the fake nipple rings. My ass cheeks were hanging out of the tiny leather shorts. The thigh high leather boots were comical. I felt like a super hero ready to kick someone’s ass instead of serving vibrators to the horniest men and women on the planet. I walked down towards the living room hoping not to trip and fall making a grand entrance. The moonlit living room was filled with men in suits and half naked women, mostly in bras and panties or lingerie. The men were handsome, mostly in their early forties to fifties. The women were young, early twenties; I even saw some that were younger. My heart hurt me. I never realized there was a world out there like this. Andrew was running a high-class brothel and within a couple of hours, they will all be naked and a giant orgy will be in full display. I inhaled deeply and walked towards the clients.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? I’ll take this one,” a gorgeous older man said. His beaming blue eyes sparkled with lust and dark black hair that was styled perfectly, he grabbed the largest vibrator from the platter, “Are you interested in a demonstration?” I shook my head and glanced over to Jordania who was making her way towards me.

“I’m the model tonight, sir. May I escort you to the couch?” Jordania said as she grabbed his tie and the vibrator and walked him over to the couch.

I stood there watching as she unzipped his pants allowing his erection to spring free. He placed his hand in between her thighs and rubbed gently. She leaned her head back and pushed against his hand. He slid her thong to the side and placed the large vibrator inside her entrance slowly, then pressed the button on full speed. Jordania jumped expectedly responding to the fierce tension of the vibrator. Her facial expression changed from pleasure to pain. He placed his big hand on her shoulder and she bit her lip as he plunged it inside.

“Take it easy doll. How are you supposed to enjoy this, if you’re fighting me?” he barked.

“It hurts a little. Maybe you can lower the speed?” she whispered.

“Not a chance. Now, suck me off. I want to hear you come.” He demanded.

He grabbed a head full of hair and made her suck him off as he pushed the vibrator in and out of her with no remorse. She glanced over at me as he shoved his dick down her throat. She was in pain and as much as I hated her, no one should have to go through that. I knew what that felt like and it was more than I could handle.

“Excuse me, sir. Mr. Turner has requested Jordania.”

“Right now?” the man asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you replacing her?”

“No, sir. We have both been summoned. Let me find you a partner. I’ll be right back. Jordania, please follow me.” I said softly.

We walked upstairs to Andrew’s office.

“What are you doing? Andrew will beat me for this.” She said anxiously.

“Look, forget about Andrew. I know you love him, but he doesn’t have to abuse of you like this.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” she said as she fixed her thong, “If I don’t do what he says he’ll...stay out of my business Madison,” she turned around and walked out of the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at the clock. 11:15 PM. Something was going down at midnight. What could it be? What was Andrew up to?