The Madam

  His hand lingered on my cheek. “Don’t change once you take over, Angel.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “I’m serious. I’ve known Madam for a very long time. I know what it takes to run that empire. Power changes people. I see it happen every day. Don’t let it take over you. Do you hear me?” he demanded in a tone I didn’t appreciate.

  “Why, Mika? I thought you liked it when I was a bad girl.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I.”

  He shook his head. “Listen you stubborn ass woman, people respect and admire kindness, even though you are a bitch most of the time. There is still kindness in your eyes. Don’t let them grow cold. Don’t become jaded. VIP can do that to you, fair warning.” I leaned into his hand that was still resting in the same spot.

  “Everything happens for a reason, Mika.”

  I quickly removed myself from him and went to find a shower. I could not allow myself to get attached to Mika. I had other plans, plans that I had been working on since I was a child. It was my destiny. I couldn’t let feelings control me. It wasn’t the way I operated. I wasn’t made like that. I noticed the more time I spent with him, the deeper our connection became. I didn’t know what to do about it.

  I couldn’t walk away from him; he was helping me in more ways than one. But my thoughts began to wander to him sometimes, whether it was something that reminded me of him, or if it was a memory. It was fucking with me. As I showered, I wanted to remove him from my skin and my mind. But I couldn’t, I wanted to go back out there and say something. To see if he was feeling the same way I was.

  I was scared, what if he was? What would happen?

  I wouldn’t know how to handle it and that’s what terrified me the most. I had finally gotten to a point in my life where I didn’t know how to control something. It pissed me off, but it also reminded me that I was human. Maybe I did have a heart. I continued my mind fuck as I showered and prepared myself mentally for the possibility of something happening with Mika and me.

  I turned off the shower and heard something that sounded like moaning coming from the bedroom. I wrapped the towel around my body and opened the door to find Mika’s face in between some chick’s thighs.

  I laughed. But on the inside, I was seething. He looked up at me while he continued to devour her pussy; she hadn’t even opened her eyes to see that I was in the room. She moaned and grabbed the sheets above her head, kneading them in her hands. He licked and sucked her, never taking his eyes off mine. I could see the moisture on his mouth as he manipulated her body to give him what he wanted. Her body started to tremble and we both knew she was close to orgasm. When she called out his name in ecstasy, he let her ride out her orgasm on his lips. He moved up and wiped off her come from his mouth.

  I shook my head.

  He grinned seductively at me. “I got her for you, Angel.”

  “Oh really? Seems to me that you couldn’t wait to get her open. You may have ruined my gift, Mika,” I stated as I grabbed my clothes. I didn’t even bother changing; I wanted to get the fuck out of there.

  I got to the door and slightly opened it before it was pushed closed from behind me. He grabbed my upper arm, turning me around to face him.

  “What the fuck was that?” he questioned with anger and confusion in his eyes.

  “Nothing. I need to go,” I stated, trying to remove myself from him; it only made him hold me harder.

  “Are you jealous?”

  “Fuck you,” I said through gritted teeth. I could still see the moisture around his mouth and smell her on him and it made me sick to my stomach.

  “Jesus, Angel. What the fuck? When the hell did this happen?”

  “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. How about you take down your over inflated ego for one second and let me go,” I demanded, trying to push him away from me. He aggressively pushed me up against the door and grabbed my chin.

  “We have made no goddamn promises to each other. We are birds of a feather that flock together. I don’t do commitments or relationships and neither do you. That’s the beauty about us, Angel. We are two of the same kind. Now get your ass back in the room and have a good fucking time with me,” he insisted, letting me go.

  I pushed him, catching him off guard. “Don’t tell me what to do. If I wanted to have a party I would have invited the guests. Go fuck yourself. I’m not jealous. You are nothing to me. Do you understand that, Mika? I use you. And the feeling is mutual. That’s the beauty of us,” I responded and could see the hurt look in his eyes. And it made me feel better.

  He put me in my place and I returned the favor.

  Chapter 21

  In October of 1986, President Reagan signed the Anti Drug Act and things moved quickly, as did I. I waited and watched how members of the high society started to crumble, each hitting their own demise, one right after the other. I personally got to witness the rise and demise of it all, and I’m not just talking about “La Blanca Cuidad”.

  It was New Years Eve and Madam had a huge celebration at The Cathouse; she invited over five hundred people. It was the who’s who of Miami socialites. It wasn’t her normal VIP party, although that was happening behind closed doors, it was more like a gala type event. I wore a black fitted gown that exposed my cleavage and had a low back neckline. I mingled and played nice until the clock struck 10:00 pm.

  I grabbed everything that I needed and made my way upstairs to her office. I precisely placed every document on her desk, making sure that every last one was as visible as it could be. I sat in her chair and waited.

  At 10:15 pm, Madam walked in, followed by Mika.

  I smiled because I could see the confusion all over her face. “What are you doing in my office?” she asked in a seething tone.

  “Correction…what are you doing in MY office,” I replied in the same manner.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Things are going to start changing, Mother.” I hadn’t called her mother since I was seventeen years old; she was my Madam, but not anymore. She looked like I had slapped her across the face.

  “Get the fuck out of my office before I have you escorted out, and don’t you dare refer to me as anything other than your Madam. I will wipe that sorry ass smirk from your face if it ever falls from your mouth again. Do you understand me?” she roared. I set the line and she bit the hook. Now it was just time to reel her in.

  I sat in the oversized chair, leaning forward with my elbows on the desk. My shoulders were squared to let her know I meant business. I stared at her while I held my hands together in front of me. It may have looked like I was saying a prayer, but in reality, she's the one that needed it.

  “I believe I have something that may interest you, better yet, I know it will. You see these documents that are so perfectly organized? All of them have your name and signature on them. You see, Mother Dearest, for the last two years Pablo, Mika, and I have been transporting enormous amounts of cocaine to the states. We have dealt to thousands of distributors all around the world; but here’s the catch, it is all tied back to you.” I smiled like a Cheshire cat.

  “All it takes is for me to send these documents to the DEA, and not only will your ass fry in federal prison for this lifetime, it may go on to other lifetimes as well…just saying.” I mocked in an exaggerated tone.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are, Lilith?”

  “I’m your daughter. The seed of your spawn. Apple of your eye,” I said.

  “I honestly don’t want to turn you in. I really don’t. I love you in my own fucked up way; you gave me life and showed me the way. I appreciate everything you have ever done for me. I promise. However, the time has come for you to step down. You have all the money in the world. You could travel and you know, enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

  She slowly walked over to me. “You think you can intimidate me? Scare me away? You’re swimming in the big girl pond, don’t make me drown you.”

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p; “From where I am standing I’m not the one that’s choking. The tables have turned. I am no longer the little girl standing outside the window looking in. I hold all the power. All of these documents are ready to be mailed. Just say the word and we will all remain silent. One big happy family,” I explained in a singing voice.

  “I’ve created a monster,” she announced.

  “No, Mother. You’ve created a Madam. All’s fair in business and money. Take the gavel and pass it the fuck on.”

  She folded her arms and sat in the chair in front of my desk. Mika sat in the other. She looked over at him.

  “You fucking moron. How many times have I bailed your ass out of jail! And you do this to me? You think you can get away with this?” she yelled.

  “I already have! Cut the shit, Mother. Just bow down. It would all go so much smoother if you would tuck your goddamn tail between your legs and just accept it. I could do things that you’ve only dreamed of; I’m the fresh fucking face of VIP. I’m young, vibrant, and eager. You should be proud. This has been very thought out. There is nothing you can do to change the fact that when you walk out of this office, you are no longer in charge. Happy fucking New Year.”

  “You think I’m going to walk away that easy, Lilith. VIP is MINE! And until I say so, it’s not leaving my hands, don’t for one second think I won’t take you the fuck out for this.”

  I laughed and cocked my head to the side. “What makes YOU think that there aren’t guns pointing at you this very second? I’m not scared of you. That is a gun in my pocket and it is very happy to see you.”

  “Fuck you!” she shouted, lunging over the table to come at me.

  My chair fell back from the force of her impact. I knew she would go down fighting. I was expecting it.

  I grabbed the gun and pointed it directly at her forehead. I would never pull the trigger and it wasn’t loaded. But she didn’t have to know that.

  "This feels a little familiar, doesn't it, Mother? In this office with a gun in my hand. You told me you were glad to see I had it in me to pull the trigger...still proud? It's game over, Mother...I WON! I am the Queen Bee...I don't take shit from anyone. That's what you taught me, isn't it? I am every fucking thing you ever wanted me to be. Back. The. Fuck. Up." She removed herself from me and got up. I grabbed Mika’s hand that he held out to help me up.

  I composed myself as I watched my mother from the corner of my eye. She turned to face me with a huge smile on her face, which caught me off guard.

  “Touché,” she said as she clapped her hands. “There comes a time where everything must come to an end, my time has come. You want to be in my red soles, darling, then you wear them to sleep. Don’t ever take them off, you trust no one, even me,” she declared. She took one last look at her surroundings and walked out.

  I sighed. “Well, that went better than I was expecting.”

  Mika smiled, “Is it fucked up that I have a massive hard-on for you right now?”

  I grinned. “I have a present.”

  He turned when he heard the door open from behind him and in walked Layla. She had been with VIP for almost a year. She was a Miami native with brown curly hair, bright hazel doll-eyes, and lips that were made to suck cock. I hadn’t gotten the opportunity to play with her yet. She was wearing a black bra with matching panties and garter set. She looked tasty.

  She strolled over to Mika and began unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes went to Layla’s face, which was looking back at me.

  “It’s my party and I can come if I want to,” I vowed and unzipped the side of my dress, making it fall to the floor. I was wearing red panties, a garter belt holding up thigh high stockings, heels, and no bra.

  I observed as Layla completely undressed Mika, leaving him naked and hard. She never took her eyes away from me; she knew who controlled the room and scene. I sat at the edge of my desk and crossed my legs.

  “Get on your knees, Layla.” I demanded. She did as she was told and sat on the heels of her feet; Mika grinned and grabbed the back of her neck.

  “Eh, eh, eh, did I say you could touch her? I don’t think so. Play by my rules or get the fuck out.” He laughed and removed his hands, placing them on his sides.

  “Grab your cock, Mika. Show Layla how you love to stroke it and tell her what you want her to do to it.”

  He grabbed his dick from the base and held it at attention. Layla greedily took it all in, his smell, stance, and demeanor. His hand moved possessively and with purpose from the base to the tip, never letting up on the twist and turn motion.

  “I want you to open your beautiful, wet, tight mouth and take me deep in the back of your throat until you gag. I want to fuck your face, while you tug and caress my balls. Let me feel the graze of your teeth as you take me in and out, and then I want you to suck on the head of my cock and swallow all of the pre-come that oozes out of my dick. You think you can handle that?” he added.

  “Do as he says, Layla. I want to watch you salivate down the sides of your face.” She opened her mouth wide and Mika forcefully plunged in, making her gag and moan. His hips thrust deep, hard, and fast. She could barely keep up, but that didn’t mean she didn’t try. Layla sucked his cock like her life depended on it. She indeed had all his pre-come dripping from her mouth. It only stimulated Mika more by having the wet suction of it all.

  I let it carry on for a few minutes and strode my happy and eager ass over there. I fervently kissed Mika, savoring each and every feel of his wet demanding mouth. My body pushed Layla’s face harder and it restricted her movement into Mika’s groan as he pumped firmer and with more urgency. He wanted to come and I wasn’t going to let him.

  I pulled her head back and Mika groaned. I bit his lip before moving away from him to look down at Layla, who was politely but willingly waiting for my next command. I got down on my knees next to her and grazed my hand on the side of her face and she leaned into my embrace. I placed two fingers into her mouth and told her to suck. She repeated the same process on my fingers as she did to Mika’s dick mere seconds before.

  Mika crouched down to our level to get a better view of her sucking my fingers with the same tentativeness she just portrayed for his cock.

  “Remove her panties and bra.” He removed the panties first and then her bra, never once stopping to touch one ounce of her body that she so desperately craved. I slowly removed my fingers from her mouth and worked my way down her body, stopping on her pubic bone. I traced the outer lips of her pussy, deliberately gentle and soft; she panted in appreciation. I let my index finger swipe her opening, never parting her lips to give her what she wanted.

  I licked my lips and watched her mimic the seductiveness of my tongue. I grabbed her by her neck and laid her down. I spread her legs wide open.

  “Mika, do you want to play with the pretty pussy?” He nodded.

  “Beg me,” I asserted.

  “Angel,” he stated in a serious tone.

  “Madam,” I reminded him with authority.

  He lowered and shook his head; the disappointment was seething off him. I could sense that his mind was spinning trying to process everything; that one word changed everything for us, especially for me. He couldn’t possibly believe that I wouldn’t change, or maybe he did. Either way I didn’t need his opinion or approval.

  Chapter 22

  “Madam got your tongue?” I taunted. “I have something to make it better.” I repositioned Layla on her front, making her ass lift slightly higher. I poured some cocaine that I had in a vile on Layla’s ass cheek. I snorted half of it, and Mika followed suit.

  “Are we friends now?” I provoked.

  “Angel…we never stopped being friends.” I narrowed my eyes at him and placed my attention back to Layla. My face went to the back of her neck, breathing her in. She smelled like sex and lust, my two favorite combinations. I lightly blew air and trailed soft kisses to her shoulder blades, leaving her skin aroused and alarmed.

  “Layla, since Mika isn’t playing nice how a
bout we play without him.” I said, staring only into Mika’s eyes.

  I continued to make my way down until I got to the crevice of her ass. I licked her pucker and she hummed. Mika’s cock bounced, I smiled and licked her again. I seductively walked my fingers down her spine and to the curve of her ass. I spanked her hard. She yelped and moaned at the same time, which only made me do it again. I spanked her until her ass was red and my hand hurt.

  See, sex got Mika off but not as much as S&M. He liked pain, he loved to watch it, feel it, and do it. I never played fair. I knew how to get what I wanted, even if I had to play dirty.

  “What do you want me to do?” he pleaded.

  “I want you to spit on your hand and push your finger in to the second knuckle.”

  “Where?”

  I spanked her ass. “Anywhere you want.” I spanked her again and her whole body vibrated.

  He leaned into her ear, “Huh, you dirty girl? You like that don’t you. You want me to stick my fingers in your cunt or your ass? Tell me, baby…where do you want it?” he dominated.

  She panted, “I want it wherever Madam wants me to have it.”

  I spanked her again. “Good girl. Stick them in her ass.” She swayed her hips back and forth, in a silent plea of asking for it. Mika did exactly what I told him to do and eased his fingers into her pucker. She cried out in desperation, her entire body quivered, from her fingertips to her toes. She pushed back onto his fingers, making him go deeper and harder. He obliged but just for a minute.

  I told you he was sadist. He spit in his other hand and wrapped that one around his cock, he stroked up and down making it wet. He aimed it at her ass and hit her with it.

  “You want his cock, Layla?”

  “Mmmm…I want what Madam wants,” she repeated.

  I pulled her hair at the nook of her neck. “You’re such a good girl.” I pulled her hair harder with every accented word I praised. I motioned with a nod for Mika to thrust his cock where I knew he wanted it. He nudged at her anus and I watched as he filled her completely; her insatiable body took him in.