I didn’t want to go back to school, come Sunday. Julia and I spent the entire weekend together. We reconnected in more ways than one. We needed to see if this was truly going to work. Neither one of us were too worried about the distance and the time away from one another. It was going to be difficult to be away from her, even though I was graduating in three months. I was still pursuing my MBA, in New York. I had applied and was accepted months ago.

I still had my life in New York that I was returning to. Julia had her life in Miami; she still had two years until she graduated from college and then law school. Both of us had so much ahead of us still. We both wanted to be successful and school would have to come first. As painful as it was to be away from each other, we would find a way to make it work.

Julia was adamant about me downloading Skype when I got home. She said she couldn’t go a day without seeing my face. We had an amazing time and it wasn’t just the sex either. Although it was a damn plus, Julia was sensual and uninhibited sexually. I got to know a whole other side to this girl that I have known my entire life.

Julia loved to be touched everywhere, she loved kissing, affection, and intimacy. It didn’t matter what position we were in, she had to have some sort of connection. Even when we were just lying around, some part of her body needed to be touching mine. She was a spider monkey. She was caught off guard with how vocal and controlling I was in bed, I could tell it turned her on.

She wasn’t a virgin and I didn’t expect her to be, I was grateful that she had only been with three other guys before me. None of which were very good, she claimed. 

We laughed, talked, ate takeout, and watched the stupidest random things on TV. We barely watched any of it, because we were too busy getting reacquainted. Babygirl, was also a fiend, she wanted it all the time. I was happy to oblige as it was my mission to please her.

She even turned on the pre-season games for the Marlins and Ray’s games. She booed the screen with me anytime the Yankees players came up to bat. I know what you’re thinking; I lived in New York and didn’t like the Yankees. Eh…they are a bunch of overpaid pussies. Julia didn’t make it any better when she said A-Rod was hot. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed, she laughed and called me sensitive.

Leaving her that Sunday was damn near impossible, neither one of us wanted to be apart. As familiar as we were to each other, we were still learning and exploring different parts of one another. Which felt right. I felt it in my bones.

We also celebrated the three year anniversary of Olivia’s death. We went to her gravestone, left some roses, and talked to her. There were no hard feelings on my part being there with Julia. It felt natural. Julia said that she thought Olivia would have been happy for us. I didn’t know how much of that statement was true, but I went along with it. It was bittersweet. I think with Oli’s death came darkness for both of us. Julia had told me how hard these last few years had been for her. It made me feel like an even bigger prick that I wasn’t there for her. But with her death, also came growth.

I had realized a lot about myself. Julia did as well. We matured and grew in separate ways, in ways that we may have not been able to do together. I didn’t think that Olivia or Julia had ever held me back or vice versa, I experienced life and everything in it on my own terms.

I became a man.

Babygirl was also a damn bed hog. She liked to sleep on me or near me. I wasn’t used to sleeping with anyone and I needed some space, one way or another she found me. Which moved me to the edge of the bed.

Sunday had finally come around and she woke up in my arms.

“Good morning, Babygirl,” I yawned.

“You have morning breath.” She moved to get out of the bed.

I hooked my arm around her naked waist and pulled her to me, “So do you, I still love it, I still want you. You’re not going anywhere.” She squealed as I buried my face into her hair. It smelled like coconut. She always smelled edible.

“Sebby, we have to get ready. We have just enough time to shower, eat breakfast, and take you to the airport.”

“I don’t want to go. Come with me,” I said, pouting.

“You know that’s not possible. Don’t make this any harder than it’s going to be. We will see each other in a few weeks, when I come to visit.”

“Fine. We need to make a deal…no going more than four weeks without seeing each other.”

“Promise,” she stated.

“I think we should take a shower together to conserve water.” I smiled.

“Oh really? To conserve water, since when do you care about the environment,” she laughed.

“I’ve always cared about the environment.”

“Uh huh, come on,” she shouted, grabbing my hand to bring me up. I reluctantly went and we spent the next hour in the shower.

I held her in my arms as I waited to board my plane. God that was hard. I couldn’t let her go.

“Sebby, go. You're going to miss your flight,” Julia coaxed.

“I can't let you go, Babygirl.”

“You're not letting me go. I'm going to see you soon.” She kissed me and I kissed her again and boarded my plane.

Our parents found out shortly after, that we had finally gotten together. Our mothers immediately started talking about the wedding.

We traveled to see each other every chance we had. We Skyped every night and some conversations were more interesting than others. We definitely got creative.

Even though our lives were separate from one another, we were more committed to each other with each passing day.

 

 

My results from my ob-gyn came back all clear. I was healthy and free to move forward. The Gala was upon us and Madam was thrilled to be exhibiting me to the world, as she put it. Brooke and I became even closer. She had picked me up so that we could go find a dress for the event. She said we only needed to go to one place, Saks Fifth Avenue.

“Bella, what do you see yourself wearing? I honestly think you look great in everything; you have to have a preference,” she said as we walked around the store for the fourth time, she had found her dress immediately and I still couldn’t find anything that called to me.

“I don’t know. Everything just seems so flashy, I don’t really like a lot of color.” We grabbed some more dresses and walked over to the dressing room. I changed in the dressing room while Brooke sat and waited.

“Brooke, can I ask you something?” I asked, this was my chance to find out some stuff that was on my mind lately.

“Of course, you can ask me anything. You know that.”

“Well…I don’t really want Madam to know that I was…”

“Don’t worry babe, I understand. Go ahead, ask.”

“Well…is Madam always so…”

“Intense?” she replied.

“Well, yes. She always seems to have everything so put together. I mean, never a hair out of place. You know what I mean. Every time I have tried to ask her something, it’s almost like she knows what I’m about to ask, without me even saying the words.” She laughed.

“That’s because she’s been doing this for a very long time. You know we aren’t her first girls. She was doing this long before we ever came along.”

“Really? She doesn’t seem that old. I mean she can’t be older than her late forties.”

“True, but she was born into this. This business has been in her family for generations.”

“Huh, how do you know that?”

“The longer you’re with us the more you’re going to catch on. There’s a reason she picks us so young. She can mold us to what she wants us to be. I was eighteen when she found me, actually, most of us were or at least close to that age. We are similar in age so that we can all grow older together, it bonds us more. Our lifespan with VIP is about early thirties. Once we hit that she finds all new girls to recruit.

“Madam usually throws a party twice a year where all the girls come. Now that is crazy, getting to see all of the women. They come from all over the world. It’s amazing to see. She unites us, like a family. We’re like a huge sorority house, without all the cattiness and bitchiness. We all know what you’re going through, Bella, we’ve been there, and we all experience this together. So don’t ever think you can’t come to any of us. We’re an elite family; always and forever.

“Madam is intense and she does like things to go her way. She means well. It’s a business; you need to remember that too. She always takes care of us. The men that we’re with are handsome, they aren’t your average Joes. It’s a change of everything; your lifestyle is never going to be the same.”

“I understand,” I said in agreement.

“Okay great! I’m starving. I think you should try this one. White looks amazing on your tan skin.” I agreed and went to purchase it.

Brooke dropped me off and I went straight for my car. Without thinking, I found myself on Devon’s doorstep. He opened his door and instantly embraced me.

“Kid, what an awesome surprise. Come in,” he said and I walked in, we sat on the couch.

“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll take a Diet Coke.”

“So what’s up, Kid? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks,” he said, handing me my drink.

“Not much.” God, I wanted to tell him so bad. I wanted him to know what was going on, I couldn’t, I promised; though, that didn’t stop me from wanting to spill the beans.

“You look different.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, the clothes, your hair, and the makeup. You look great. Thought to give yourself a makeover, huh?” I chuckled at his observation of my appearance.

“Yeah…something like that. How are you? How’s the bar?”

“Same ole same ole, nothing too different. I hired a new girl, she’s young and eager.”

“Didn’t take you too long?” I felt a pang of jealously, like he was replacing me or something.

“You know how Miami is, there is always someone looking for a job. They come here thinking that they will become models.” I nodded in agreement.

I had the sudden urge to do something that was very unlike me. I scooted over on the couch and pulled him into a tight hug. I could tell that I had caught him off guard. I was not a very affectionate person.

He hugged me just the same, one hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my head.

“Are you okay, Kid?” I could hear the concern in his voice. I don’t know what was going on with me. I think the past few weeks had finally caught up with me. I was happy and I just wished that I could share it with someone. I wanted Devon to know that I was going to be all right, and that he would always be a part of my life.

I’m still not sure why I went to his house that day. I’ve thought about it a lot for the last few years. I knew that I would always have him in my life, I have no idea why I found myself there that day.

I knew tomorrow my life would change. I was really going to do this. I was going to sell myself for money. I don’t care how you paint the picture, that’s what I was going to do. There was no going back after that.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just, I don’t know, I guess I miss your ugly face, a little,” I joked.

“You just remember one thing. This ugly face is here anytime you need anything. I’m pretty good at fixing leaky pipes and stuff.”

I laughed. “You are not. You suck at fixing leaky pipes. We dirtied every towel in the house, trying to sop up water, remember? You forgot to shut the water off.”

“Nah, I did that on purpose. You busting your ass on the wet floor was worth the mess. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard.”

“Mmm hmm, and you called the plumber the next day on purpose too, right?”

“You’re still a brat; you do know that, don’t you? You’re crushing my ego here.”

“Thanks for being there when I needed you,” I said, getting serious again. I don’t know where I would have been without Devon. He was the only one there for me when I carried my entire life in a backpack, strung over my shoulder.

“Hey, you sure you’re okay? Something’s going on. Talk to me, Kid.”

“Nothing’s going on. I’m just very grateful that you were there and helped me out like you did. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Why? Because, I would have gotten into a lot of shit for hiring a minor?”

“What? You knew?” I asked shocked.

“I knew,” he admitted with a crooked smile. Now I really loved Devon. He took a chance on losing his license to help me, he gave me a place to sleep, and he still paid me under the table when I derailed his requests for my social security card.

“You’re a good guy, Devon. How the hell did you know?”

“I didn’t at first. After a few weeks of you living with me I accidentally saw your driver’s license when I was grabbing money to pay for pizza.”

“You never said anything. I mean, Devon, that was a huge liability for you. You were harboring a minor in your home and workplace,” I reminded him.

“I like to live on the edge. Besides, you’re too pretty to push away. I got attached to you.”

“Devon, you’re too good to be true. Do you know that?”

He laughed, “I’m a good listener too. You sure you don’t want to talk? I feel like you are doing something that maybe you’re struggling with.”

I suddenly had to go. I didn’t want Devon talking me out of something that I was excited to do. This was my chance and I was taking it.

I stood, looking at the time on my cell phone. He stood with me. “I’ve got to go. I promised a friend a ride home from work,” I lied.

Devon hugged me tight. “Make good choices,” he whispered in my hair.

I pulled away, smiled a weak smile, patted him on the chest, and got the hell out of there. I had to. I didn’t like the thoughts manifesting in my mind. I was doing this. There was no question about it.

In my heart I knew I went to the right place that day. I just wanted someone to hold me. I knew Devon didn’t really know me, he knew what I let him see. It made me feel better to be with him. I knew I had a new family that I could have gone to, my mind unconsciously led me to him.

I left his apartment that day a new woman.

The moment I stepped into my car, I was a VIP. 

 

 

“Holy shit man, you sure you want to do this, Sebastian? I mean this is it. Done. Game over. Finito. The End. Finished. Caput. Complete. Closed. Fuck man…the list could go on…” all I could do was groan.

“Why did I bring you to this? I should have known better.” Putting my hands up in a frustrated gesture. “Tony, we’ve been together for two years and I’ve known her my whole life. I’ve never been more sure of anything. Now relax man, you act like you’re the one that’s proposing. Can you do what I asked you to do, and help me find a damn ring?” I tossed my hands to the selection of all the rings.

“I mean, look how many there are, man. How the hell are we going to narrow it down?” This was turning out to be more frustrating than I had initially thought, and this was only the first jewelry store.

“Whatever man, waking up to the same chick every morning. They don’t call it the old ball and chain for nothing, Sebastian. As the best man…I am the best man right?” I laughed and nodded.

“I am doing my dutiful duty of making sure you know how HUGE of a commitment this is. I mean, why can’t you just be like everyone else and just live together?” he asked and I sighed.

“Because, Tony…Julia is an old fashioned girl, she would never agree to live together before getting married. Plus, I love her man!” “Please, please, please just help me,” I begged, placing my hands in the prayer position.

“Fine! We’re going to Vegas for your bachelor party,” he exclaimed, I tried to interrupt and protest and got a flat hand to my face.

“Don’t be a selfish fuck, Sebastian. This isn’t just about you. Ashley is going to be up my balls now, once she finds out you guys got engaged. Ugh…fuck you very much, man.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, I’m ready now. What kind of jewelry does she like?” he asked.

“I don’t know, the sparkly kind,” I presumed as he rolled his eyes.

“No you douche, I mean silver or gold.”

“Oh…yeah…I knew that. Um…silver?...Yeah, yeah it’s silver.” He moved to the right.

“Then we only need to be looking over here.”

Two days and nine jewelry stores later, I finally found it. I know this sounds corny, the second I saw it I knew it was the one. It’s Julia to a T. Two carat, princess cut, in a platinum setting. It was going to cost me two years of payments, but she was worth it.

I had just gotten out of grad school in NYU and scored a hell of an internship at Yachting Enterprises in Biscayne Bay, Miami. Being on the water was the only place I ever considered employment. My goal was to become a yacht broker. I was twenty-four and ready to work my ass off. Julia was twenty-two, about to start law school at UM. Having a long distance relationship these last few years had been tough. I was ready to make the next move in all aspects of my life.

I knew she had class late that night, which made it much easier for me to set up a romantic evening. She didn’t know I was there. I surprised her with everything. I laid out candles from the doorway to the living room. There were dozens of roses everywhere, including pedals spread all over the floors. I even had shiny silver and red Mylar balloons in some places.

I wasn’t nervous waiting for her arrival. This felt right. We felt right. I took a deep breath when I heard the keys unlock the door. I took another deep breath. This was it.

Julia’s eyes scanned the candles, the roses, and the balloons all at once. Her eyes finally found me, standing off to the side with the biggest smile ever. She dropped her keys and purse on the sofa and walked toward me.

“Oh my God, Sebby. What an amazing surprise. I thought I wasn’t seeing you until next week.” She threw her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy to see you,” she said. I embraced her and slid my arms around her waist. God she felt amazing. We stayed in each other’s arms briefly. I pulled back to see her smiling face as I slowly made my way to one knee, kneeling in front of her. Her mouth slightly opened and her eyes widened, as I placed her left hand in mine.

“Babygirl, I have known you my whole life. I love that I know everything about you. I love how you’re the pickiest eater I have ever met. I love that you crinkle your nose when you’re nervous, just like you are right now. I love that being with you is never enough. I love that I smell you on my clothes every time I leave you. I love that you’re the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. I love that when you have too much to drink, you slightly snore. I love that your body fits perfectly against mine. I love that I never want to be without you. I love that you love me, as much as I love you.” Taking the tiny box from my pocket, I continued.

“I love that you make me the happiest person in this world and I would love it if you’d do me the honor, of being Mrs. Vanwell.” I opened the box as her hand covered her mouth and she gasped

“Will you marry me, Babygirl?” She gasped and dove to me with so much force, she knocked us both over.

“Yes!” she squealed, kissing me. “Yes!” She kissed me again. “Yes!” She kissed me again and again and again.

“Oh my God Sebby, I love you!”

“I love you, too, Babygirl.”

 

 

The night had finally arrived, we were in the limo on our way to The Gala. Madam, Brooke, Milania, and I were arriving together. The rest of the girls were in another limo behind us. We were all dressed to the nines. We pulled up to a gate which automatically opened. The circular driveway could have its own street name, it was that long. Limos were parked everywhere. I didn’t see another car in sight.

I felt like I exuded nervousness.

Madam exited the car first and Brooke grabbed my hand.

“Don’t worry, Bella, follow me to the bathroom when we get inside.”

Once inside, we were greeted with men who took our coats and handed us champagne. I could hear the music of an orchestra. I didn’t see anyone though. The girls all scattered once our coats were taken and Madam excused herself as well. Brooke took my hand and I followed her to the bathroom.

She reached into her purse and handed me a white pill.

“What is this?”

“It’s a Xanax, it will relax you. It’s only a 0.25, enough to get rid of the nervousness, not enough to put you in a coma. Down your champagne, too.” I gave her a skeptical glare.

“Trust me,” she said and I did as I was told.

“Follow me, Madam usually socializes before she finds us. We need to go out there and make nice with everyone. Just act like you own the room. Speak when spoken to and most importantly, flirt at any given chance. It doesn’t matter what they say just act like it’s the most interesting thing you have ever heard.

“Also, try to touch them, like put your hand on their chest, or graze their hand. If you could push your breasts on them that would be great, too.” I looked at her and then I nodded.

We walked out of the bathroom and began walking toward the lanai in the back of the house. As soon as we stepped foot on the lanai the whole dynamic of the room changed. There was an abundance of everything as far as I could see. The lighting, decorations, servants, food, drinks, and people were exceptional.

We continued to walk as I observed everything around us. We passed a sushi platter of a woman lying naked with the sushi on top of her. I had never been around anything that was so sexually oriented before. I started to feel the effects of the pill and champagne. I think Brooke sensed it too. She reassuringly squeezed my hand.

“Brooke.” We heard Madam call. We walked over to her, being escorted by four gentlemen. One of them being Gabriel.

“Girls, there you are. I have been looking for you. Where did you run off to so fast?” Madam said.

“Oh, Bella-”

“Ysabelle,” Madam corrected, cutting Brooke off.

“Yes, Ysabelle needed to use the restroom.”

“Of course, thank you for being so generous with your time. Ricardo has been asking about you, Brooke. I don’t think you should keep him waiting.”

“Oh…I thought I would stay with Ysabelle tonight.” Brooke looked at Madam like they were breaking a pact or something, like the plan was changing.

“No, Brooke. I’ll tend to Ysabelle, you go.” Madam took my hand from Brooke’s. Brooke smiled, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“Just go with it. You will be amazing.” She kissed me on the cheek and smiled at everyone as she excused herself.

“Well then, gentlemen, this is my newest lady, Ysabelle. Ysabelle this is Jeremy, Nicolas, Joshua, and of course you’ve met Gabriel.”

“Hello everyone.” I could feel the lust from each of these men radiating off of them. It was like the sensuality was being transmitted from me to each one of them.

Gabriel was of course right by my side. I wasn’t exactly sure how all of this worked, I could tell that he was anxious to get his hands on me. The other three men gawked at me with mouthwatering smiles. I knew then how much I loved the fucking attention. I was getting drunk on the vibes from these men and their lust for me.

I was trying my best not to be nervous, and embrace all of the thoughts and feelings that were radiating in my direction. I was struggling. I couldn’t help it. I was mostly apprehensive about what was expected of me and if I would be good at it.

“Ysabelle?” Madam called, interrupting the insecurities going on inside of my head.

“Huh?” Shit, that sounded stupid. Madam didn’t like it either. This wasn’t the image I was supposed to portray.

“Can you excuse us, gentlemen?”

Fantastic, she was upset. I could tell that she wasn’t happy with me. I had to get my shit together. I wanted this. I could do this. I knew I could.

I followed her to an office where she leaned against the desk, crossing her ankles. I wrung my hands and dropped my head, waiting for the storm.

“What are you doing? Drop your hands and look at me. Do you want to be here, Ysabelle? Have I not made myself perfectly clear about everything, and what is expected from you? Do you think for one second that any of this behavior you’re exhibiting right now, will be tolerated? If you would rather go back to earning not even half of what you are truly worth, then the damn door is behind you,” she let out a loud frustrated sigh and composed herself, her posture straightened and she brushed off her gown.

“Now…are you ready?” she tested.

“Yes. I’m fine. I promise.”

She smiled a deviant little smile as she walked toward me. She circled me and moved my hair from the front of my shoulder to my back. “Who’s holding the control, Bella Rosa?” she asked in her domineering tone.

“I am,” I replied.

“That’s my girl, now you’re going to put these nerves to rest and show these men how confident you are. You’ve got the looks. You’ve got the body, and you need to have the confidence, my beautiful girl. I want to see you express that authority. Do you understand me, Ysabelle?” she asked, raising her voice and causing me to jump a little. 

“I’m sorry, Madam. Of course, I understand everything,” I replied with more confidence.

“You are in control. You don’t ever forget that. These men do not pay for a little girl.”

I learned right then and there that Madam was to be respected. She didn’t fuck around and I needed to pick and choose my battles. 

“I’m ready, Madam,” I promised.

“Follow me,” she ordered.

“Where are we going?” I asked as she led me down the long corridor.

“It seems that you have created quite the bidding war around here. I am going to talk some business, while you observe Brooke for a bit.”

I didn’t reply. Observe Brooke?

Madam never even knocked on the door. She opened the door as if she owned the place and could do whatever she wanted.

The man that Brooke was entertaining sat in a chair, fully clothed in his expensive suit and tie. Brooke stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra and panties. Brooke winked at me. She knew what was going on.

Madam led me to a sofa and bent to my ear. “Don’t talk, only watch. I will be back for you in a bit,” she demanded, leaving me with a kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t touch her, Ricardo,” she demanded with a straight finger from him to me.

I watched Madam walk out with an ominous look. I’m pretty sure it was a warning look. I turned my attention back to Brooke and Ricardo. I was surprised by how Brooke made this seem comfortable. It wasn’t dirty or tainted at all, not like I was expecting. It was erotic and sensual, enough that I could already feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted to be a good girl, too.

I watched as Brooke seduced Ricardo with the movements of her body. She carefully mesmerized him with the look in her eyes. Her demeanor said everything without needing to use words.

Ricardo was the pawn, he was the toy, and he was feeding off her confidence and movements. The way she swayed her body insinuated sex and she wasn’t even touching him yet. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was stunning.

She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him. Once she was between his legs she pressed her breasts on the bulge of his pants. She removed his hardness from his slacks and slid his cock between her breasts, gliding up and down. He groaned when she took him deep into the back of her throat.

I turned and saw Madam quietly wave for me to join her from the cracked door. I didn’t even hear her open it.

“Are we good now, Ysabelle?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“Fabulous. Darling, we had a little bit of a bidding war with our men this evening. It seems as though the gentlemen all want a piece of the action,” she boasted, raising her eyebrows.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much for your first time, so we came up with a happy medium. Gabriel wants you more, he paid top dollar for you. Here’s the catch…the rest of the men get to watch,” she paused for a moment.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’s only the three suitors you met downstairs. And me of course. I wouldn’t leave you alone, my pet, at least not your first time, don’t fret,” she paused and looked at me directly in the eye to make sure I understood.

“No one is allowed to touch you other than Gabriel,” Madam explained as we walked toward our destination.

Now I was intimidated. I didn’t want to make the same mistake and disappoint her again.

“Bella, my love. Stop worrying about pleasing me, and focus on pleasing yourself. This is about you, and nobody else.”

How the hell did she do that?

Madam opened the massive door and led me to the most elegant bedroom I’d ever seen. The walls even looked to be made of stone. I knew that it was probably some kind of stucco or something; they were amazing. I could describe this room to a T. I was astonished by it. I will never forget the first room that I entertained in.

Gabriel was sitting on the edge of the four poster bed. His legs were stretched out with his elbows leaning behind him. He noticed me and immediately smiled.

The other gentlemen were sitting in three separate chairs, just waiting to observe the evening’s entertainment.

Madam never said a word. She made her way to a bistro table in the corner, trying to make herself as invisible as possible, I was sure.

Gabriel rose and poured me a glass of wine.

“How about you sit right here, Ysabelle?” he said, patting the bed beside him and handing me the glass of wine. I sipped the wine and smiled a seductive smile.

“How about I sit right here, Gabriel?” I offered, moving to his lap.

“Hmm…” he agreed, running his hand up my dress.

I placed my hand over his, stopping him when I realized he was going for gold.

“Now, now, Gabriel, do you really want this to be over so soon?” I said, running my nail down the front of his gray dress shirt.

“No, what I want is for you to suck and then fuck my cock,” he said in a heated tone.

I stood from his lap, not speaking, only staring down at him with the same smile that Brooke had used on Ricardo. I took a sip of my wine and set it on the table.

“Stand up, Gabriel,” I ordered, and just like that, he was in front of me.

I loosened his tie and held onto it with both hands. “Is this what you want, Gabriel…how do you want me?” I arched my brow in question, “You want me on my knees?”

“Fuuucck yes,” he stammered.

I unbuckled his belt and it fell to the floor with a thud. His zipper was next and his pants dropped to the floor.

Gabriel liked to go commando.

His thick cock sprung up at attention.

“I’m happy to oblige,” I whispered in his ear.

He pulled me closer to him and I turned my face to the side.

“What? I can’t kiss you?”

“Right here,” I replied, placing my finger on the corner of my lip. He kissed the side of my mouth and moaned.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he whispered.

“I am fucking amazing, Gabriel,” I assured him.

I immediately dropped to my knees and stroked his cock. He moaned in appreciation.

“Fuck, Ysabelle…put your lips on my cock. Let me feel your soft warm mouth on me.”

I licked all down his shaft and circled the tip of his cock with my tongue. I could taste the pre-come, it only made is easier for my hand to slide up and down. Finally, when I thought he couldn’t take any more teasing I took him deep in my mouth and hummed.

I used my hand and mouth at the same time until he roughly grabbed the back of my neck.

“Holy shit, you need to stop. Come here.” He pulled me up to his face and his lips attacked my mouth. I was surprised. He tasted himself, becoming more aroused.

Gabriel was a hell of a kisser. He kissed me like he wanted to own me. His hands roamed to the back of my dress, as he unzipped my gown, he slid it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I was standing there in nothing, but my panties and heels. He abruptly stopped kissing me and turned me around.

Still in a daze, I opened my eyes and nearly fell over.

How could I forget that I had an audience?

All three men were stroking themselves.

Gabriel sensed my hesitation. He jerked my head back by my hair and whispered in my ear. “No, don’t let them change anything. It’s just you and me. Do you have any idea how fucking jealous they are? Do you know how badly they wish they were me?”

He began kissing the side of my neck while fondling both of my breasts, playing and pulling on my nipples. Both his hands made it to the side of my panties. He slid them down a little, displaying my pussy for our guests.

His fingers started to caress my clit, until I moaned shamelessly. Faster and faster his fingers played with me.

“You know it fucking turns you on to have people watching you. Come on, pretty baby, let them see you come.”

Holy fuck, that felt good.

I could feel myself about to come and then suddenly two fingers pushed into my pussy from behind. I yelped in surprise.

Gabriel continued his assault on my clit while he finger fucked me from behind. My head instantly fell back on his shoulder as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. 

“I fucking love the way your pussy feels.” His fingers pushed harder against my g-spot until I couldn’t help it anymore and I came apart.

“Yes…yes…just like that…I’m coming…I’m coming…” I begged while coming undone.

I barely felt myself being moved until I was lying on my back in the middle of the bed.

I opened my eyes to find Gabriel smiling above me with the most satisfied smirk on his face. I turned my face and I caught Madam through the slits in my overactive eyes. She smiled at me with a wink as she exited the room. I must have met her satisfaction, either that or she didn’t want to watch him fuck me.

Before I could even turn my head back, Gabriel had thrust into me hard. My back instinctively arched off the bed from the pain.

Damn…not even a little warning.

He didn’t move and I suddenly felt all his body weight on me.

“You’re such a good girl, Ysabelle. You feel tighter than anything I have ever felt before. Tell me if I’m hurting you, because I don’t think I will be able to go slow.”

He suddenly started thrusting in and out of me. I tried to moan and play my part, but the pain and soreness he was causing me was hard to overlook.

Sensing my discomfort, his fingers found my clit. He circled around my sensitive clit while his thrusts became more urgent, more demanding.

I didn’t think I could come again, until I started to feel the sensations in my body. This man could control me. I could feel my pussy pulsating, my legs started shaking, my vision became hazy, and I couldn’t stop the curving of my back.

“There you are. That’s it. Just let it go. Just let me have it. Let me have it all. I want it all.”

His mouth covered mine to muffle my scream and I came so hard I saw stars.

 

Each one of the classy men kissed my hand and thanked me. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, it felt normal. A part of me wondered if I would ever see any of them again. I imagined I would.

The limo ride home that night was extremely quiet. It was just Madam and I. I didn’t know where any of the other women had gone. After my showcase, Madam and I pretty much said our goodbyes.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Madam questioned.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Care to share, Bella Rosa?”

“I was just thinking I feel pleased…excited. I’m on a high right now. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly.” She reached into her clutch and retrieved a white envelope.

“This Bella Rosa, will make you feel even higher.” I opened it and there before my very eyes, were hundreds and hundreds of bills. I had never seen that much money before.

“It’s $80,000.” My mouth dropped open.

“You made $160,000 tonight, Gabriel paid $100,000 to be your first client. I charged the other suitors a measly $20,000, forgive me for that, Bella Rosa, I had to entice them regarding the price. I promise you, they will pay more for you later, that I can assure you. Enjoy it, as you will never forget your first time.”

And so it began…