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“Madam,
with all due respect that doesn’t make me know you anymore than the driver.” I said,
smiling, trying to ease the tension that I’ve created. I saw it on her face and
just like that it was gone. She was back to Madam, for that one second I could
sense she was trying to determine how to approach me.

“I mean,
you know everything about me, without even my consent if I may add. I think
it’s only fair I get to know you. Don’t you think? I’m putting a lot on the
line for you. I don’t know you, yet you want me to unconditionally trust you,
mentally, emotionally, and especially physically. You could be a murderer for
all I know and you’re just trying to butter me up. You can understand that I
may have concerns?” I tried to sound confidant, thank God cocaine has that
ability to do that for you. 

“I love
this. Where has this Ysabelle been hiding? It took exactly three days for you
to stop being a pussy. I’m sure my friend Blow has some influence over that. That’s
what she’s good at.” She poured us champagne and handed me a glass.

“You and
I are a lot a like, Ysabelle. I believe that maybe one of the reasons that I
chose you. Despite your pitiful upbringing, you have a lot of fight in you. I
admire that. I don’t need weak woman working for me. This is a tough industry.
You have to have the capability to fuck, without remorse. No love is involved,
Ysabelle. This isn’t a Pretty Woman knock off. Do you understand?” I sipped my
champagne.

“I
understand. I don’t have a problem with that. You see Madam, I don’t believe in
love. To me it’s a Hallmark holiday. I don’t need it and I don’t want it. I’ve
been on my own ever since I can remember, my pathetic excuse for a mother
taught me one thing and that’s to rely on myself. I have the capabilities, as
you say; to do whatever the fuck I put my mind to.” She smiled.           

“Bella
Rosa, Darling, my Beautiful Girl…this is the beginning of a lovely
relationship. If anything else trust in that. The rest will come.” I nodded. I
did trust her, for whatever reason, I trusted her.

We
arrived at a gate that opened for us without being buzzed in. Someone was
expecting us, I presumed. We pulled to the entrance and my door was opened for
me. I took the gentleman’s hand and let him help me out. I waited for Madam,
who quickly took my arm and escorted me inside. We walked through an entrance
that was just as impressive as Madam’s. A man who could have been George
Clooney’s twin immediately greeted us.

“Welcome,”
he offered, kissing Madam on both cheeks.

“Gabriel.”
Madam smiled,
so this is Gabriel.

“Let me
introduce you to, Ysabelle.” He leaned forward took both my hands, and kissed
my knuckles.

“You are
a beauty.” Madam and him quickly exchanged looks, as if they were speaking some
silent language.

“Bella
Rosa, I am going to excuse myself, please make nice. Gabriel do you mind
catering to Ysabelle? How about you two make nice.” She said, with a wink of
her eye.

“Not at
all. It would be my pleasure.” He looped his arm within mine and led me towards
a terrace. I couldn’t help to look back at Madam who was smiling with a huge
grin.
Was this a test?
   

“I have
heard a lot about you, Ms. Ysabelle. Madam has high hopes for you. In my
history with her she’s never been wrong. What do you think?”

“You
mean you’re not going to think for me?” He laughed.

“No
love, I like my woman like I like my liquor…smooth and easy.” I laughed. I couldn’t
help it, he was funny.

“Then
you’ve come to the right place, I hear I’m in the business of being easy.” We
reached the terrace. I noticed that he left the doors opened. I walked over to
the balcony and admired the view.

“This
view is breathtaking.” I felt a solid chest behind me moving my hair to the
side.

“You’re
breathtaking.” He retorted, as he kissed the side of my neck, nipping on my
earlobe with his teeth.

“I
thought I wasn’t allowed to come out and play yet? Aren’t you breaking the
rules?” He turned me, roughly to face him.   

“You
heard that, huh? Let’s pretend you didn’t.” He grabbed the back of my neck and
traced the edge of my lips with his tongue. His breathing was erratic and
heavy.

“You
have the most amazing lips. They were made for dick sucking. You know that
right? You and your amazing dick sucking lips, I think we should prove that
theory. You want to suck my cock, Baby?”

“Actually,”
I said close to his ear in a raspy whisper, “they were made for tantalizing,
for pleasing who I want them to please. Don’t get me wrong Gabriel, I think you
would be very please-able. You are a very attractive man, and hmmmm, you smell
fucking amazing,” I said, letting the cocaine over dramatize my performance.
“However, we do this on Madam’s terms first, and then mine. Do you understand,
what I am saying to you Gabriel?” I asked, letting my fingers dance on the back
of his neck.

I
fucking stunned the hell out of him. I think he was under the assumption that
his control would over power my own, and he would have me eating out of his
hand in no time. Wrong. I didn’t work that way, well, unless Madam told me to
work that way which I highly doubted she would. She didn’t work that way
either.

“Gabriel,”
I heard Madam’s voice, as he pulled away from me. “You’re not trying to
intimidate my girl, are you?” She asked, smiling the proudest smile ever at me.

Madam
walked over to me and circled my waist with her hand, spinning me back to the stone
wall. She never once told me what to do. She placed her hand in the center of
my back and I rested my hands on the wall. I had no idea what the hell she was
up to.

“Would
you like a sample, Gabriel?” She inquired, sliding my dress up my hips.

“You
know I would, Madam.”

“I think
we can oblige, but just a taste,” she said in her low powerful tone that
mesmerized me.

“Would
you like to know what heaven feels like, Gabriel?” Madam provoked, as I felt
her pull the elastic of my panties to the side.

He never
answered with words. It was more like a grumble or something. I turned slightly
to see him standing to the left of me. He made the same rumbling noise as I
felt his fingers glide down my wet folds. He rubbed me back and forth and fuck
did it feel amazing. I wanted to come. I’m not sure if it was him, or his
fingers, or if it was Madam watching, hell, maybe the cocaine even played a
part. I don’t know, I do know that I wanted release. I wanted it so bad. He
became firmer and more demanding, and then suddenly he forcefully pushed two
fingers into my pussy, I yelped and moaned simultaneously.

“Fuck,
she’s tight. I can barely get two fingers inside her. Are you sure she’s not a
virgin, Madam?”

“I’m
sure. Now you need to stop finger fucking my protégé. You know the rules
Gabriel, no pay no play.” She reached for his wrist and pulled him away from
me. I felt my panties being replaced and my dress being put back into place.
Shit,
I didn’t want him to stop.

We had a
nice dinner, very expensive wine, and I sat amazed listening to the
sophistication of their conversation. The room reeked of money and decadence. I
sat by Gabriel who wouldn’t stop staring at me. It was a bit intimidating at
first, then I just played into it.

I
grabbed the cherry that was in my drink, brought it to my lips, and sucked on
it while my fingers played with the stem. I lifted my eyes in a seductive way
to see him and he was entranced with my mouth.

I heard
him clear his throat and I subtly laughed. He leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“You’re
teasing me.” He hissed, hearing the desperation in his voice.

“Is that
what I’m doing?” I coyly answered, “here I thought I was eating a cherry. Would
you like my cherry, Gabriel?”

“Badly.”

“Well
it’s been in my mouth, I’ve licked and sucked on it.”

“I’d
like to put something else in your mouth.” He reassured.

“Now
now…is that anyway to talk to a lady? Where are your manners?”

“They
stopped the moment I felt your g-spot.”

“Maybe
if you play your cards right, you’ll get to feel it again.” He grinned and
pulled away from me and I continued to assault my cherry.

We drank
one more glass of wine before Gabriel walked us out.

The
drive back in the limo was quiet. I gazed out the window unaware of where
Madam’s eyes were.

“Go
ahead, Darling. You deserve it,” she finally spoke.

“Excuse
me?” I said. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Did she think I had
something to say about what happened? I didn’t. I was fine with it other than I
still needed relief.

“Remove
your panties and take care of your ache,” she ordered.

I sat up
a little straighter. “Um…that’s okay. I’m fine,” I tried.

“Ysabelle,
I thought that we had an understanding. When I order you to do something, I
mean for you to do it. Anytime I tell you to do something, it is never up for
debate. Can we please get this under control now?”

I wasn’t
sure how to respond. I sat staring with a stupid stare with my mouth agape.

“Ysabelle…remove
your panties and please yourself,” she ordered again. I swallowed and slid out
of my panties. I started to run my fingers down my wet throbbing pussy. I
moaned instantly. This situation made it feel so fucking intense. I knew it was
the fact that my Madam was sitting right beside of me. I didn’t think the
intenseness could be stronger than it was. It could. Madam moved from beside me
to in front of me, placed her hand on my knee and spread me more.

Her face
was so intent, so serious as she watched my fingers affectionately dance around
my clit. My eyes never left her face, and hers never left my pussy.

She did
look up to my eyes as soon as I whimpered. Fuck. I was going to come.

“That’s
it, pretty Baby,” she spoke, as I brought myself to bliss, staring directly
into her eyes.

They say
time heals all wounds. That’s a bunch of bullshit. It didn’t matter how many
months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, or seconds went by. I couldn’t get Olivia
out of my mind. I couldn’t stop blaming myself. Every time I closed my eyes I
saw her face, heard her voice, or felt her touch. She was ingrained in my soul.

Not one
day went by where I didn’t think about her. I regretted everything and I feel
nothing. I spent the last year of my life drinking, partying, sleeping around,
and studying. School and life became my way of living. I kept my mind occupied
on getting through the day. The one regret that I had the most that never
seemed to go the fuck away, was the fact that we were never truly together.

She
consumed my thoughts and my dreams. I wished that I could go back and just deal
with the fallout, let what would have happened just be.

 “Mr.
Vanwell.” I heard as Professor Wills called, interrupting the rant in my mind.

“Yes?” I
replied, looking up.

“Would
you like to elaborate on our discussion?”

Shit.
I had no clue what the hell he
had been saying for the last thirty minutes. That’s because, the only thing in
my mind was Olivia.

“Sorry,
I guess I was a little distracted.”

“You
seem to be distracted a lot, lately. Maybe you should review your options and
decide what is really important to you.”

“No, no.
I’m fine. I’ll pay attention,” I lied. I couldn’t pay attention. I couldn’t
stop thinking about Oli to save my life.

“Hey
man, you coming over to Andrew’s party? You only turn twenty-one once.”

“Yeah,
I’ll stop by.”

I walked
out the double doors straight into the New York winter. Damn, I missed Florida.
This 20-degree weather was frigid.

I
reached the party a little after midnight. I had met up with some friends prior
to the party to get slightly fucked up before arriving.

I walked
into the smell of beer and weed. I had never been much for drugs, that didn’t
mean I wasn’t around it.

“Seb,
damn man you finally made it. I was beginning to think you forgot about me.”
Andrew said, handing me a shot.

“Nope,
wouldn’t miss it.”

I hung
out with the boys for a few more rounds of beers and Tequila shots. The blunt
was being passed around and I was so fucked up that I didn’t realize that I had
it on my lips until I inhaled and started coughing up a lung.

I heard
laughter all around me, “Virgin lungs, you pussy. You gotta cough to get off.”
Tony stated.

“Fuck”
cough “you.”

“Take
one more hit and then puff puff pass, brother.”

I was
entirely too fucked up. I needed to go lay down. I found the first room I could
find and toppled over on my back. I stared at the ceiling for God knows how
long contemplating life until I heard my phone ring.

I
grabbed it from my back pocket and saw Julia’s face.

“Fuck. I
can’t answer you right now, Babygirl.” I clicked decline and a text message
came through seconds later.

J –
What are you doing? I miss you. I want to talk.

I really
tried to reply, I couldn’t see the keys if my life depended on it. I tried
anyways until I heard a giggle. I looked up and saw a blonde that I recognized
from my Business Law class.

“Hi.”
She chuckled walking over to me and lying beside me.

“What
are we looking at? You seemed lost in thought.” She said with a smile.

“Oh you
know…a little of this…a little of that.” I answered with a grin.

She turned
her head to look at me, “You want to know what I’m thinking about?”

“Why
not.” I breathed out turning to look at her.

“I want
to suck your dick.”

You would
think this would surprise me, except this wasn’t the first time this had
happened. Girls in college were easy. It didn’t take much to get them to spread
their legs. I’m not trying to sound like a cocky bastard it was the truth.

I did
what any normal man would do. I let her suck my dick.

I
grabbed the back of her head with both hands while she deep throated me so far
in the back of her throat I thought she might throw up. She had no gag reflex
and sucked me like a fucking pro.

It
usually took me forever to come when I was drunk, within minutes she was
milking my dick with her hand until I came. She went as far as to swallowing
and saying you’re welcome.

This is
what my life had become. I had completely lost myself. I continued on like this
for the next few years. I didn't care who the girl was, if she was willing to
fuck and suck me, I was game. Maybe it was a decoy; maybe it was my way of
coping. Whatever it was, it became me, defining someone I wasn't.

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Where
is that noise coming from? What the hell is that?
I moved my arms to where I heard
the noise. I didn’t want to open my eyes.
Damn what time was it?
Thank God
it stopped. I rolled over and made myself comfortable once again. Not even a
minute later and I heard the doorbell.
Damn it.
I woke up stumbling and
opened the first drawer of my nightstand. Intending to fine a t-shirt, but all
the drawer seemed to have was nighties. I grabbed the first one and put it on
over my head as I walked to the door. Before I even reached it the door opened
on it own.

“Thank
you love, yes right over there by the breakfast bar.” Madam ushered the man
with a tray of every breakfast food designed by man.

“Good
morning, Bella Rosa.” It’s morning, it seemed more like early dawn to me. I
smiled. She had to learn by now that I was not a morning person.

“Darling,
good to know that you still look just as amazing in the morning as you do when
you’re put together. That will come in handy. Come on don’t dilly dally the
long day awaits.” She said, as she smacked my butt to get me to move.

“El café
con leche, is on the table. Drink some it will make you feel better.”
            “Mmm hmm.” Was all I could come up with….I looked over at the clock
on the microwave.

“6:30
a.m. Really? Couldn’t this have waited, till I don’t know noon?” She handed me
my cup of coffee.

“Early
bird gets the worm, Bella Rosa and we have a mighty big worm to conquer today.”
I shook my head looking over at the array of breakfast that was sitting on my
breakfast bar.

“You
should have asked me what I like to eat, Madam. That is way too much food. I
usually just like coffee and granola bar for breakfast. I mean maybe oatmeal,
that over there is ridiculous. You could feed a small army.” She smiled.

“Well
yes it is a little extravagant isn’t it? Darling, it isn’t from me. It’s from
Gabriel.” I looked away from the food and looked over at Madam.

“What?”

“Did I
stutter? You heard me. It’s from Gabriel. Ysabelle, I don’t like to repeat
myself.” She said, while holding the bridge of her nose. “You need to get used
to all this, because this is nothing. Ugh, this is why I never had children, I
have no patience.” She made an exaggerated sigh and took a sip out of coffee.

“Alright,
for you I will try. Come here doll.” She grabbed my hand and led me over to the
couch.

“Gabriel
is very taken with you, as he should be, I mean look at you. Anyways, this
right here.” She gestured towards the food. “Is nothing, I mean it’s actually
pretty basic if you ask me. I mean if he really wanted to make an impression he
would have sent some jewelry and flowers, Gabriel can be rather selfish like
most men.” She said as she inspected her nails.

            “Here’s
the deal. This is Gabriel’s way of saying he wants your pussy. I don’t how I feel
about that yet. We have a Gala that we’ve been asked to attend. I think it
would be better if we waited until then to showcase your availability. We could
test the water to highest bidder. What do you think?”

            “I
don’t care Madam, I mean I wouldn’t mind being with Gabriel, he seemed nice
enough.” She watched me carefully and put her hand on mine.

            “Bella
Rosa, lovely girl you’re selling yourself short sweet girl. You are like a
classic wine that hasn’t been uncorked yet, men will pay top dollar for the
first taste.”

“Oh, I
understand.” I said, still sounding a little skeptical. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Yes, but
you are to this industry. My clients will know that. This isn’t my first rodeo,
Ms. Telle. Trust me.” I nodded.

“Well
then, another rule to add to our relationship. No doubting yourself, first and
foremost don’t doubt me, okay?” I nodded again.

“I’m
glad we cleared that up. Now, I need you to jump in the shower the ob-gyn
should be here in thirty minutes. He needs to check you out, give you the shot,
and then we are off to a few etiquette classes that I have scheduled for you.

“Etiquette
classes?”

“Yes Darling,
just standard stuff mostly just proper dinning skills and conversational
skills. Then we are meeting some of the girls for lunch. I want you to start
making friends.”

“Do all
the girls live in this building?”

“Some, I
like all my girls to be scattered. They all live around here, only the best for
my babies. Now enough chit-chat we will have enough of that later. Go get
ready.”

I stood
and went to go get ready. Twenty minutes later I emerge in my living room that
now has a table with stirrups and all.
Great.
The older man who I assumed
to be the doctor, was laying out tools that looked scarier than anything I had
ever scene. Madam was out on the balcony talking on the phone. I proceeded to the
end of the couch and I felt uncomfortable in my own skin.

The
older man turned and gave me a warm smile.

“Ms.
Telle, I presume?” He said.

“Ysabelle,
my name is Ysabelle.”

“Nice to
meet you, Ysabelle, I am Dr. Patel. Do you know what we are going to do today?”

“Kind
of.”

“Let me
explain. I will be asking you a few questions, some will be more personal than
others; I need to establish your sexual history as well as any medical issues. Then
I will be giving you a pap smear to make sure you’re healthy and a normal
physical as well. I will also be giving you a STD test and the Depo-Provera
shot. The results will be ready quickly. Are you ready to begin?”

“I am.”
As if on cue, Madam walked in.

“Ok
great, you’re here. Charles, are you about ready to go? We have a busy day
ahead of us.”
I guess Dr. Patel is Charles; I wonder how long they’ve known
each other and if he knows what she does.

Madam
walked over to me and sat on the other end of the couch.

“Bella Baby,
don’t be nervous this is all standard. It’s a precaution for us to know that
you are healthy, plus we already discussed the preferred method of birth
control. It will be fast and pain free, I promise.” For some reason I felt at
ease with Madam in the room, like she magically made everything better.

The
questions that Dr. Patel asked were what I was expecting. It wasn’t until I was
spread eagle on the table did I really feel uncomfortable. I have never had a
pap smear before. I hope that everything came back normal.

When he
was done I got dressed and Madam handed him a white envelope, she kissed him on
the cheek, and he was out the door.

“Ysabelle,
what are those?” She said pointing to my shoes.

“My
sandals.” I answered.

“Better
yet, what the hell are you wearing? Where did those clothes come from?”

“I
brought some of my things with me from my apartment.” She proceeded to circle
me with her finger on her lips and lightly chuckled.

“Do you
think I like wasting money, Ysabelle?”

“No, of
course not.” She abruptly left me, and went into the kitchen where she grabbed
a black garbage bag from under the sink and started walking towards the
direction of my bedroom. I stood there not knowing what to do and then I
decided to follow her, I treaded lightly. I did something wrong, I think I
offended her.

I walked
into my bedroom and watched as she rummaged through all of my belongings and
threw away everything that I had brought with me. Including my cell phone. When
she was finished she walked over to me and she looked pissed.

“Understand
something Ysabelle, don’t you ever take my gifts for granted, as quickly as
they come they can go.”

“Wait, what?
No, I didn’t do that. I appreciate it all; I just wanted something of mine. I
worked very hard for all of my things, Madam. I’m not used to being taken care
of, can you understand that?” I gave back as much attitude as I was getting.
She needed to understand that I don’t cower down to anyone. This felt like it
was a power exchange.