The Madam

  We walked up to a warehouse that looked to be about 2,000 square feet, and the doors were immediately opened. To this day, I will never forget what I saw. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. There were rows beyond rows of kilos of cocaine, all perfectly placed and packaged from floor to ceiling.

  Madam walked away from me to discuss business and I stood there by myself, not sure what to do. Was I supposed to move or stand still? I watched as Madam conducted business, her mannerisms, demeanor, and especially her tone of voice. They spoke Spanish to each other back and forth and I paid close attention to what they were discussing, taking in each and every word. Having the ability to read people was my sixth sense. I learned how important it was to be able to interpret all of your surroundings at a very young age.

  That day changed my life.

  It leveled the playing field.

  The ball was in my court.

  If I was seriously going to do what I was thinking, then I needed to move fast. I always knew that I would take over VIP one day, and this was Madam’s way of showing me how powerful she was, and how much I should fear her.

  The Almighty Madam.

  It backfired on her.

  It only made me want it more.

  Chapter 19

  Are you surprised? Have you not learned a damn thing about me, yet? I take what’s mine…when and how I want to. I make my own decisions; NO ONE makes them for me. The Colombians hated her, every last one of them. Now, here is the beauty about being me, I am whatever you want me to be. I can do whatever I put my mind to.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” Pablo whispered in my ear from behind me. He kept walking and motioned with his index finger to follow.

  I followed him to the back of the warehouse where it was private and we were alone. My fingers caressed along the sides of the bags of kilos as we walked by them.

  “What are you to her?” he questioned, making me turn to look at him.

  “Excuse me?”

  “To Madam, why did she bring you?” I could hear the curiosity and interest in his tone.

  “I’m a VIP,” I paused, “I am also her daughter.”

  He was taken aback by my answer, it was written all over his handsomely distressed face.

  “But don’t worry we have a love/hate relationship.” It made him laugh.

  “Is she always that much of a cunt?”

  I giggled. “It’s part of her appeal. I think it’s actually in her DNA.”

  He stared me straight in the eyes and said, “Is it in yours?”

  I slanted my head to the side and peeked at him through my eyelashes, biting the corner of my bottom lip. “Want to find out?”

  “I can only deal with one Madam.”

  I placed my hand on my chest. “You offend me.”

  He moved closer to me. “I find that hard to believe. You mean you aren’t made of stone?”

  “Among other things. So how about a taste?”

  His eyes wandered from my face to my breasts, to my pussy, and then he started to unbuckle his belt. I raised an eyebrow and put my hand on his chest. “For your coke, not your cock.” He smiled, grinned, and gestured for me to once again follow him. I did. We walked into a secluded back room that needed a key to get in.

  He quickly turned on the lights. It was an average size room with a desk in the middle and bags of kilos of cocaine on each of the four walls from floor to ceiling. He grabbed a bag, placed it on the desk and ripped it open with a key. He scooped the key into the bag and brought some white dust up to my nose, I inhaled.

  It burned the entire way down, making me grab my nostrils in surprise.

  “That’s the real motherfucking shit right there, it’s not broken, it’s pure,” he said.

  As soon as he finished the sentence, I felt my heart start to race. The cocaine was so unbelievably strong that it made me nauseous. I lunged for the trash can by the desk and dry heaved. I heard him laughing from behind me.

  “Awe, you gringas don’t know how to have a good time. You’re completely used to your broken down white. That is the Black Widow, nasty isn’t she? You get use to her, I probably should have warned you,” he mocked.

  I looked up at him through dilated black eyes. I watched as he snorted some off the key and his reaction was completely different from mine.

  My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and if I hadn’t just seen him take a bump off the same batch, I would have thought he laced it with something toxic. I sat down in one of the chairs trying to catch my breath and he handed me a glass of water. I took the entire drink down in one gulp.

  “Better?” I nodded.

  “She’s a cunt isn’t she? Sort of reminds me of your Madam.” he chuckled to himself.

  I started to feel it.

  The beauty of cocaine.

  Invincible.

  I smiled at him. “You know, Pablo, the day God established the seven deadly sins, he created women.”

  He grinned. “How much?”

  “That’s not very nice, Pablo. If you play with me, you’re not allowed to hit below the belt.”

  “What if the only thing I want is what is below your belt?”

  “The feelings not mutual. I want you for a lot more than just your cock. I think you and I should become friends. I have a proposition that may make you and I very pleased, although I don’t mind mixing a little business with pleasure,” I teased as I stood up to walk closer to him.

  “Who do you think you are, Pablo? You know you’re only Madam’s errand boy, don’t you? She doesn’t believe that you can do anything on your own. I have seen her destroy people by just blinking, are you intimidated by her? Do you know the power I hold for us both. The things we could do together? I am your inside woman, use me.” I perched myself on the edge of the table in front of him, enticing him with every word.

  He lowered his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

  I set my feet on either side of him, resting the soles of my heels on the chair beside his thighs. I made sure to leave my legs wide open for him; I was wearing a skirt with no panties. I know where his eyes and mind wandered. I knew that would work to my benefit.

  Money and sex always go hand in hand.

  “I am talking about taking what’s mine.” I motioned with my palm at him. “With your help, of course. I am not looking to be top dog, Pablo. All I am looking for is my piece of the slice. I want nothing more or nothing less than to take down Madam as much as you do. I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think that you could get the job done. You seem like a man that finishes what he starts and I am looking for someone like that on my side.” I informed, leaning back on the table to let him have a better view.

  “And what exactly do you have in mind?” The anticipation and want in his voice is something I still remember to this day. He wanted it and he wanted it bad. He was like a dog drooling at the bone, and I was his master dangling it in front of his face.

  My bite is much bigger than my fucking bark. Too bad he didn’t know it, yet.

  “I believe we may have the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Pablo. You scratch my back and I will rub your balls.” I moved the toe of my shoe to his groin, rubbing it gently. “Madam doesn’t need this, you are aware of that, aren’t you? She doesn’t give a rat’s ass about this transaction; she’s just trying to get a piece of the action, that’s all. None of this is her concern and because she knows all the right people, she has you on your knees, just waiting for you to get her off. What if I can change that for you? What if I can give you everything you want and more and all you have to do is say please.” I was pissing him off; I could tell he wanted to tell me where to go and how to get there. But he was silently biting his tongue, waiting for me to say the magic words.

  To show him the way.

  “I know the same, if not more people than Madam does. We can do whatever you want, all of it. Just to add some frosting on the cake, I will throw in some of the VIPs on the side. They will take care of any and
all important people needed. Madam doesn’t ever have to be the wiser.” His cock was hard, for me, for the cocaine, and for the endless possibilities for the future.

  “How are you going to make any of this possible?”

  I immediately closed my legs and hopped off the table to stand in front of him. The shear disappointment was prominent across his face.

  “Don’t fucking worry about that part. You just worry about getting it over to the United States of America,” I said in an exaggerated tone.

  I hiked up my skirt, exposing the sides of my thighs and lightly ran my hand up and down. I looked down at him through my eyelashes. “Let me make you a very rich and powerful man, huh? You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” I baited.

  I opened my blouse and began to swipe my finger along my cleavage. “Let’s jump off the cliff together, Pablo. I know you know how to swim.”

  He didn’t have to say a damn thing. He would have done anything for me at that moment if I had asked him. He slowly and determinedly stood up, getting mere inches away from my face and waited. He wanted me to make the first move, and I gave him exactly what he wanted.

  It’s give and take. Except…when you’re dealing with me. He may think that he was the one in control, but it was the exact opposite. I was driving the car and I let him believe that he also had his hands on the wheel, when in reality he was in the fucking trunk.

  The second my lips touched his mouth he growled and opened them. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth and I moaned. His hands were all over me, he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most and I leaned into every touch and sensation. Enjoying the thrill of what was to come.

  I reached for his belt and he eagerly moved his hips into my hands. I couldn’t get them off fast enough. I pulled out his long, thick cock and aggressively stroked it back and forth. He picked me up under my arms and I wrapped my legs around him as he spun me around. My back hit the door so fast that it should have surprised me, but it didn’t.

  I vaguely felt him sheath his cock with a condom before he slammed into my wet cunt and it had me scratching at his back. He roughly pushed in and out of me, hitting my g-spot with every push and pull. It wasn’t nice or soft. It was pure, unadulterated abandonment. We were fucking. I was close to release within minutes. He thrust deep into the back of my pussy and just started to move his hips; his lower abdomen glided on my clit and I threw my head back against the wall matching his hip movement.

  I came hard.

  His hips jerked forward and his hand covered my overly enthused mouth, making me whimper.

  “Pablo, Lilith!” I heard Madam say from behind the door.

  We placed our foreheads on each other, trying to come down from the intense orgasms we had just shared and remain quiet at the same time. We finally heard Madam’s heels clicking toward the opposite direction before he slowly placed me on the ground. At first, it was hard to find my balance on my heels. His strong arms held me up.

  I could smell the perspiration on his neck and it was all man. When he realized that I could hold myself up, he removed the condom from his cock and disposed of it in the trash can. It was the first time I had ever used a condom with a man before. I briefly contemplated what it would feel like to have him bare inside of me, and it made me anticipate the feel of him between my thighs, again.

  I watched as he buckled his pants and composed himself, it took me out of my daze to do the same.

  “I will be in touch,” I said, breaking the silence.

  He nodded and I moved away from the door as he opened it. He glanced out, and when he knew we were safe to exit, he gestured for me to quietly follow.

  We made it outside without being discovered and Madam was talking to the same people she was when we arrived.

  I waited until she realized I was near her. “Where did you go?”

  “I needed to use the restroom,” I calmly responded.

  “That’s what you get for being such a lush. I can only hope that you squatted, darling.”

  I had my eyes closed the entire plane ride home, feigning sleep. We landed and there were two chauffeur’s waiting for us. Madam kissed my cheek and went on her way.

  Later that night I lay in bed, unable to sleep.

  The time had come.

  VIP would be mine.

  Chapter 20

  The next several months weren’t as bad as I had expected them to be. Everything went rather smoothly. We were transporting hundreds and hundreds of kilos per week and I had five VIP girls working the clients whenever they needed it. I was giving them 75% of their cut from every date. They were ecstatic and it assured they kept their mouths shut. It just further ingrained in my mind that you can’t trust anyone in this world other than yourself.

  I didn’t care that I was only getting 25% of the dates because it was never about the money. It was beyond that. I was still making millions off the cocaine. Everything continued as it should be.

  I was a VIP and Madam still ran the show.

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  As I was saying before, Mika and I became friends, but it was more like partners. He jumped at the chance when I told him about what I was doing. He always marched to the beat of his own drum, which is one of the reasons I enjoyed his company. Mika was a trust fund baby. He had all the money in the world and didn’t care one bit about it. He wanted to live in the fast lane. His motto was “you only live once”, and he made sure to make every minute count.

  It also didn’t hurt that he looked like a badass and fucked like a King. It wasn’t all about sex with us; it was more than that. He was real. I know that doesn’t really make any sense, but let me try to explain it. Mika didn’t pretend. He was what he was and if you didn’t like it then you could go fuck yourself, and he would tell you that to your face. He often put me in my place and as much as I hated it, I also needed it. I didn’t threaten him, there was no competition there, and I know that I met my match when I met Mika.

  Now, don’t let your mind wander. This isn’t a love story. Mika and I didn’t ride off into the sunset together. He was my means to an end.

  A year went by and several disturbing things started happening in Miami. It had been the drug trafficking capitol of the world for many years. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, was involved. If you had money or status, you were doing something dirty. Over the last few years or so, people started getting murdered left and right, fighting for greed and power. It got so bad that tourists weren’t traveling as much as they were before, and Miami went from becoming the “Magic City” to the “Blanca Cuidad”, meaning “the white city”. Time magazine had also put out an article slaughtering the reputation of the city, calling it the “most dangerous place in the world”. It was bullshit, but at least it didn’t affect me.

  But…there was money. It was everywhere. I couldn’t keep up, no one could. Corruption led the city; even cops were in on it. Top dogs were going down daily; attorneys, celebrities, politicians, CEOs, et cetera. Madam started to get worried; I could see it every time something hit the news or the papers. Sometimes I wondered if she knew it was coming, if she could sense it somehow. I knew she protected herself; I didn’t know to what means, but I knew that she had to have something in place if someone were to rat her out. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good enough to protect her from me.

  However, it only made what I was doing that much easier.

  The sad thing is, some VIPs started going down. I personally watched their demise as they let the white takeover. Some overdosed, and two died. I’ve told you time and time again; that I don’t do weakness and neither does Madam. To her, it was like she was weaning out the weak and only the strong survive. She got more girls, better ones.

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  I lay out naked on Mika’s lanai furniture as I watched him swim laps in the pool. I moved my position on the chase lounger from my back to my front.

  “I liked the position you were sitting in before, Angel. Your pussy was like the end goal of the
lap,” he said as he started to do the back stroke.

  “I needed to turn over. You don’t want me to look uneven, do you?”

  “I suppose not. I’m surprised you’re still here, you usually fuck and run.”

  I laughed at his depiction of me, mostly because it was true. “That’s completely not true, sometimes it’s just foreplay or a good ass beating.”

  “Oh, how you love the belt on your ass, Lilith.”

  He continued to swim laps and I hungrily took him in. Mika was a fine specimen of male. He knew I was gawking and lavished in the attention. I watched as he got out of the pool and shook the water out of his hair. The water dripped off his body with every step that he took and his cock just hung free in between his legs.

  I could see it coming before it happened. He jumped on the back of my body, soaking me completely with his. I squirmed, trying to get loose.

  “You know you love it. Stop moving, I’m trying to get comfortable,” he demanded as he placed his body on top of mine.

  “I can’t breathe,” I mumbled into the cushion below me.

  “Shut up. You just don’t like cuddling.”

  “Oh, is this what this is? Here I thought you were just trying to get me wet.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Angel, you’re always wet. It’s one of the reasons I like you around.”

  “Really? Because the only reason I have you around is because you’re nice to look at. You make for better scenery in my life. I don’t care too much about you talking as much as you do, though. Which is why I always like to sit on your face. It’s the only way I can shut you the fuck up,” I teasingly provoked.

  “Do you kiss your Madam with that mouth?”

  “No, I kiss her ass with it.”

  He slid to lie on the right side of me and we faced each other. He pulled my wet hair out of my face.