VIP (11 page)

Prom was
ridiculously cliché, from the decorations to the music. I was ready to leave an
hour after we got there. The girls, however, seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Julia took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor, I held her close as we
slow danced, and I wanted her to be happy.

I caught
Olivia’s glare from the corner of the room. She looked sad and I hated it. I
wanted to go pull her into my arms and hold her this way. Julia kissed my neck
and I inadvertently kissed her forehead.

I turned
to look at Olivia again and watched as she was leaving the room.

The song
ended and I excused myself by saying I was going to the restroom. I followed
the way that Olivia was leaving. The banquet hall was massive I had no idea
where she could have went to.

I was
about ready to give up, when I saw the small frame of a shadow outside by the
lake. 

I
stopped myself from coming too close to her, afraid of what would happen if I
did.

“You
know, don’t you?” She inquired.

“Know
what?” I hesitated.

“You
know she’s been in love with you since before I was even around. I think a part
of you loves her too.”

 “I do-“

“No,
Sebastian. I know what you’re going to say. You love her, blah, blah, blah…I’m
saying I think a part of your heart belongs to her, and it always has. That’s
why it’s so hard for you to be with me. It would be like the ultimate betrayal
to her, she doesn’t care if you are with someone else, just as long as it’s not
me. In her mind, if I had you she would lose you. Am I right?”

“Oli…” I
whispered.

She
turned around to look at me, “Am I fucking right?”

“I don’t
know how to answer that. I’ve never been more fucking confused in all my life.
My whole life was consumed with Julia until you came along, and then my life
became consumed with both of you. You each have a piece my heart in one way or
another. I would die or kill for both of you. All I know is that ever since I
first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you. We have had this connection. This pull
to one another that neither one of us can stop.” I expressed.

“It
kills me to know that I am hurting you. It would kill me just the same if I
hurt Julia. That’s the truth Oli, that’s all of it. I’m a selfish asshole. You
deserve so much better then what I can offer you, and it makes me physically
ill to think of you in someone else’s arms. I can’t let you go, and I can’t
hurt her. I’m fucked; either way you look at it one of you are hurting.”

The door
open and we both looked back at it.

“Hey,
what are you guys doing back here?” Julia asked.

“Nothing.
My feet hurt and I came out here to take a break.” Oli explained.

“Oli, I
told you that you had to walk around in them to break them in, you wouldn’t
listen.” She chuckled.

“I know,
let’s go back inside. Proms almost over.”

“Angel,
is having an after party at his house. I told him we were going.” Julia
suggested, as we walked past her.

We went
to the party and Olivia kept her distance from me. I tried to get her alone
more than once and she just avoided me at all costs. It was evident that our
relationship would never be the same that night. I needed to accept that,
although I didn’t know it would change the course of our lives.

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To say
that I was a bundle of nerves would have been understated. I’d felt so many
emotions the last few days that I was beginning to not recognize myself. I
approached the door the same way as I had the day before, five minutes early, at
5:55 p.m. I rang the doorbell, took a deep breath, waited, and told myself to
relax. The same man named Hector opened the door.

“Ysabelle,
Madam is already waiting for you. Please, follow me.” He stepped aside to allow
me to walk in. I figured she would be waiting for me in the same sitting room
as the day before, to my surprise he began to walk upstairs.

“This
way, Ysabelle.” He directed.

While
trying to control my breathing, I followed him up the stairs, He walked into a
room that looked like an office. The first thing that caught my attention was
the camera stand set up in the corner of the room, and lying on the couch was a
silk white robe. The room was surrounded with beautiful lighting, while the
walls were lined with shelves and shelves of books. A desk with two leather
wing back chairs sat in the corner. Massive white leather divans faced opposite
of each other with a black granite table separating them in the middle of the
room. A chilled bottle of champagne with three glasses sat on the shiny back
table. I wondered why there were three glasses, I didn’t ask. I was wondering a
lot of things at the moment. My eyes instantly veered back to the camera set up
and my heart fluttered faster.
What the hell was that for?

“Bella
Rosa…” I turned around, and saw Madam. She was dressed in a black pantsuit, fitted
perfectly to her body. She gestured to the settee.

“Please,
make yourself comfortable and sit wherever you feel at ease.”

I moved
to the couch in the middle, she moved to sit opposite me on the other side, and
handed me a glass of champagne. I couldn’t help, and be reminded that this was
the way we sat the day before.

“You’re
nervous, Darling. I can feel it all the way over here. Please, don’t be
nervous, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen. You need to
remember, that you run the show, Bella Rosa. I am a mere spectator.” I downed
my glass of champagne in one gulp.

“Why is
there a camera set up?” I blurted out. She cocked a smile at me.

“You are
an eager little thing, aren’t you? Before we talk about that, let’s talk about
the logistics. By you coming here today, you have agreed to move forward with
my proposition, I assume?”

“Yes.” I
replied.
Why else would I be uncomfortably sitting here?

“Alright
then, let me begin by explaining how all of this works, Bella Rosa. Oh, and
please feel free to interrupt me at any time if you have questions.”

She
moved to sit right beside me, brushed the hair off my shoulders, and held both of
my hands in her lap. It was almost a mothering feeling when she did this. It
was weird and comforting all at the same time.

“I would
be your Madam. The most important thing that you need to remember is that you
never discuss anything about being a VIP to anyone. This is a legal business, I
require the upmost discretion from my girls.”

“How many
girls do you have?” I asked.

“You
would be my lucky number eight.” She replied. “I would have complete control
over what you do and whom you are with. My clients contact me and I choose the
woman that I feel is best suited. You would be with both men and women,
sometimes it would be a party of two, and sometimes it would be more. All of my
clients are tested to make sure they are healthy and safe. Condoms are not
permitted, and you would be put on birth control.” I stopped her. She told me I
could if I had questions; I had questions.

“Why
aren’t condoms permitted?”

 “Because,
my Beautiful Girl, some of our clientele have relationships…we are not here to
judge, Bella Rosa, to each their own. Given that most of our clientele are men,
they can be rather…how do I see say this…careless. I don’t want drama. I avoid
it at any given costs. Therefore, not having to worry about any hiccups such as
a condom left in a pocket, makes things run smoother, don’t you think?” I nodded
again.

 “I use
the Depo-Provera shot on all of my girls, which is the most effective type of
birth control. You would get it done every 3 months here in my home. I take
care of all of it. I don’t like to mess around with the possibilities of
forgetting to take a pill, it keeps the clients and I at ease. I also take care
of everything that you need; your clothing, shoes, jewelry, transportation,
food, and living expenses. I give you your own personal credit card, which
you’re allotted a certain expense each month for your private things. You would
immediately be moving into one of my condos, this is your home, and clients do
not come to your sanctuary. The meeting arrangements are pre-determined.” She
stopped herself, almost knowing that I would have something to say. I did. I
worked my little ass off, flirting with idiots to get what I had earned. I
wasn’t sure how I felt about someone taking it away from me.

“I have
my own place and my own things. Why can’t I just continue as I am and only use
your things when needed?”

She had
the most heartfelt look on her face.

“I am
your Madam, Bella Rosa, and with that comes my responsibility to take care of
you. I wasn’t lying when I said I am a mother figure to my girls. I feel more
comfortable knowing that you are kept up to the standards that I feel that you
deserve and are entitled to. Do you understand?”

“My
lease on my apartment is still good for another eight months and what would I
do with all my furniture and my car?”

“Those
are easy things to handle. Learn now Bella Rosa, that money talks in all languages
so let me worry about that. You worry about nothing.” She smiled.

All I
could do was hope that my new dwellings were as comfortable as I had made my
apartment. It was done. I had already quit my job, not that I couldn’t persuade
Devon to give it right back to me. He would. I knew he would, that would just
lead me back to the empty feeling I hadn’t been able to shake over the past few
months. I needed this. I was doing this, whatever this was…I’m not sure I still
fully understood. I mean, I guess I did. I knew what she was insinuating. I
think.

“You are
absolutely gorgeous, therefore there won’t be much need for a makeover, but we
will be scheduling one anyway. You will be waxed, polished, and primed. A diet
plan will be established, as well as a workout regimen that you will follow
extensively.” She said all of this so persuasively, as if we were discussing
something so common.

“Keep in
mind that not all of the dates will be sexual, it all depends on the wants and
needs of the client. It could vary from being arm candy for the night to a week
away on business, to just a good ole fashion orgy. The cost for you would vary
again on what the want and need is from the client. All prices are pre-established,
and profits are split evenly between you and I. I tell you what is expected and
you follow. There are times when the clients seize the moment and arrangements
change, pricing changes after that as well. You let me worry about that. It’s
all very simple, Bella Rosa. The more you learn the easier it will be for you,
within time you can cater your own pricing and desires.”

“Ok…how
much does a blowjob cost?” I asked.

She
laughed so hard that it echoed in the room.

“My
Beautiful Girl, blowjob, really?
Oral sex
, as you so articulately called
a
blowjob
is not what this about. You aren’t rented per hour in a Motel
Six, Ysabelle. You’re not a whore, you’re an escort. You need to realize that
you, my dear are a treasured jewel, not some slut sucking cock. The clients
have you for an allotted time and if sex is requested then you will always be
pampered and treated like a queen. My clients know how to treat a lady. You
will never feel degraded or cheap. You have the authority, you run the palace,
you govern the room, you hold the power…do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” I
replied, feeling a little more at ease and a lot more excited about my new
endeavor.

“To
answer your question so eloquently put, nothing costs less than $5,000, Bella
Rosa.”

 I
choked on my champagne and she handed me a napkin.

“$5,000?!
Are you for real?” I stuttered my words. “How…why… what…? Why would anyone pay
that much?”  That was a real shocker to me. I was baffled that anyone in their
right mind would pay this. Don’t girls give it up pretty easily nowadays? I
know that they did at the bar.

“Because
they can, Bella Rosa. You need to get into the mindset that this is not your
average mill of the run man or woman. This…is craving for wanting the best,
which is you. I know that you know you’re stunning, let’s stop playing coy, okay?
I am very good at what I do, that’s why I am the best, and I’m not just
referring to Miami. I am the best all over the world. I know how to pick my
girls, this isn’t a sorority that anyone can pledge to, and I chose you…”

 I
looked down at my lap. She grabbed my chin and made me look back up to her.

“With
the training that you will get beautiful girl, you will be unstoppable, you
have no idea what success awaits, and I cannot wait to witness it.” She leaned
over and whispered in my ear.

“You’re
going to be my favorite, Bella Rosa.” She smiled, kissing my cheek. Damn, she
smelled good.

“To be
quite honest they pay a lot more than $5,000. That is the minimum, it changes
with the want or need. You hold the power and control of every date. The
clients are aware of this, if something happens that is not supposed to, or you
do not want to happen, trust me when I say that I will handle it. Nothing and I
mean NOTHING, goes over my head. You will never be in harm’s way. You will be
always be safe; do not fret over that. You do not discuss your personal life,
or whom you have been with. Discretion is mandatory on all accounts. You are
whoever you would like to be for that night, a seductress in her own way. Any
other questions?” I shook my head no. I had a million questions. I just
couldn’t seem to get them to filter enough to make any sense.