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  “Keep licking her pussy,” Mr. Clark panted, forcing Anna’s head back between Diamonds legs. “Make her scream your name while your scream mine!”

  He pumped in and out of Anna like his life depended on it and sure enough the room was filled with jumbled cries of pleasure within moments. Mr. Clark, of course, wore a condom but the whole time he fought the urge to take it off and force his shaft in Anna’s wet pussy, only to use it as lube so that he could jam it into her thick ass.

  “This ass,” he moaned into the air, feeling the buildup coming.

  There was something about the way it shook whenever he dug into her and pulled back out. Out of both girls he loved fucking Anna the most. His eyes were glued on how her opening swallowed the tip of his penis and spit it back out. He had to dig his nails into her thighs for the orgasm he experienced. He released what seemed like a load of semen into the condom he wore, but he refused to stop fucking the brown goddess until he was completely soft. Throwing his head back in pure bliss he smacked one of her cheeks; and then he squeezed one of Diamond’s thighs.

  “You two are going to be the death of me,” he breathed and plopped down on the bed.

  “Mmm,” Diamond said, winking at Anna. “Only if your wife is going to share the insurance money.”

  Mr. Clark chuckled and pointed to one of the white dressers. “Speaking of money, your payment is in there.”

  Anna rolled her eyes and sat up on her knees. She knew the drill. He had his fun with them, and then he passed out. The way he always dismissed them was telling them where he had hidden the money each time. Diamond stood up and walked naked to the drawer. Anna didn’t rush behind Diamond to the dresser simply because she knew neither one of them would be keeping the thousands of dollars there.

  “Have a good night, Mr. Clark,” Diamond said with a big smile on her face like she’d just won the lottery.

  Anna, on the other hand, didn’t say a thing. Instead she looked over her shoulder at the big piece of shit for a man sprawled out on the bed. She had half a mind to go slap the hell out of the back of his head, but she knew Madame wouldn’t like that very much. She was upset because she’d done a whole lot of pleasing without getting pleased. As usual Mr. Clark wasn’t able to bring her to a climax and as usual he only went one round. In her life the only form of happiness she got these days were the few moments of ecstasy brought on by the constant sex.

  She let the door shut behind her and followed Diamond toward the spiral staircase at the end of the hall that led upstairs to all of the girls’ rooms. They passed many “hotel room” doors and heard soft moans coming from behind many of them.

  “Busy night.” Diamond smirked back at Anna. She saw the displeased look on her face and stopped in her tracks. Turning around suddenly and catching Anna off guard, she backed her into a wall and planted a deep kiss on Anna’s lips. When she pulled away she looked deeply into Anna’s eyes. “You want me to finish what he couldn’t?”

  Anna was at a loss for words. There she was in an empty, dimly lit hallway, naked with a woman she had sex with on a regular basis. The liquor had worn off slightly and the look that Diamond was giving her was making her feel awkward instead of turned on. Anna had been beginning to feel that the constant sex was starting to get to Diamond, because the way she’d been staring at Anna the past few weeks wasn’t that of two women who just worked together. Finally snapping out of her daze, Anna turned her nose up at Diamond and pushed her forcefully away.

  “Bitch, the only reason I fuck you is to survive,” she sneered. “I eat your pussy because I’d rather do that than choke on my own blood. Go take Madame her money.”

  “No need. I’m right here.”

  The brisk voice surprised both of them, for neither one of them had heard her come around the corner. The air around them instantly became cold and both women’s eyes shot to the floor. “Madame,” they said in unison, nodding in greeting.

  “My money?”

  Diamond glanced up at Madame, but only for a second, before she extended her hand. Madame took a few steps forward and took the briefcase from her.

  “How much is in here?” she asked sharply in a smooth voice.

  “We don’t know, Madame,” both women spoke in unison again. “For the contents are for your eyes, and your eyes only.”

  Madame searched for a lie in their words and body language. When she did not find one she smiled and nodded. “Good girl,” she said sweetly; but at the drop of a dime her voice changed to a cold tone. “And I mean that without the plural. Diamond, do I let anyone fuck you for free?”

  Diamond’s eyes began to water, already knowing what was about to happen. “N . . . no, Madame.”

  “Then why would you think I’d let you fuck Anna for free?”

  “Madame, I—”

  “Ten lashings! I will beat this fascination out of you. You will soon understand that Anna’s pussy is my pussy, your pussy is my pussy, everyone’s pussy is mine! Get to your room . . . now.”

  Diamond tried to catch her breath, not wanting a sob to come out of her mouth. She knew that if she was heard crying her lashings would for sure double. All the pleasure she’d felt moments ago was forgotten. She had tried to keep her liking of Anna under control, but it was difficult. Keeping her head bowed, she did as Madame said and went up the stairs to await her fate.

  Madame knew long ago that Diamond was a lesbian and she also knew how she felt about Anna. It was obvious. That was the sole reason that Madame paired the two together. It gave her great joy to beat Diamond into submission. Breaking all of the women down mentally was what she fed off of. Breaking them down physically made her come. There was something about the torture that turned her on. Killing them though? Oh, killing them when they got out of line completed her. From the outside looking in, the normal eye would call her a pimp of women, but from the inside looking out . . . well, there was no looking out. What Madame had formed was her own women’s cult. She had complete control over them all and in her own world she knew she was a god. Once she had a grasp on them none of them made it out alive . . . except one.

  “Madame, I—” Anna tried to plead her case, not wanting her back sliced open like Diamond.

  “Stop.” Madame put her hand up. She walked slowly toward Anna, briefcase at her side, and put her hand underneath her chin. “I know you did nothing wrong. I actually came here to find you. One of your best customers has come to pay you a visit.”

  Anna knew that it had to be at least almost midnight on a weekday. She was used to having more than one client in a day, but only on the weekends. The surprised look on her face didn’t go unnoticed by Madame.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, dear. You must be worn out from Braxton.” She smiled eerily at Anna. “Go upstairs and get some rest. I’ll go tell Dot that he needs to request another girl. A more deserving girl.”

  “No!” Anna exclaimed. “I just need to freshen up a bit.” She knew she never really had a choice to pass up one of Madame’s clients. Not without waking up in the middle of the night to meet the grim reaper himself.

  “Perfect!” Madame smiled and patted Anna’s cheek. “I’ll tell him to meet you in room nineteen. Oh, and tell him to ignore the screams.”

  Madame gave Anna an uncanny look before she turned on her heels and walked away. Anna waited until Madame rounded the corner at the end of the hall and the sound of her heels on the old wooden floor were far away before she made a move for her bedroom. Her heart was pounding in fear like it always did when she was in Madame’s presence, and she rushed to do what had been asked of her.

  * * *

  Dot stretched out on the comfortable bed in the room he was instructed to go to. Most would be shocked to see him anywhere near a whorehouse, especially since if he wanted a whore he had a slew of them working for him; but Madame’s girls were unlike any women he’d ever seen before. They were all desperately beautiful with bodies clearly sculpted by the gods. He’d been going to the place for a few years now, but had only r
ecently become a regular. There was one woman there who satisfied every nook and cranny of his manhood and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He traveled to that little Iowa town for one woman because in Miami he’d have to fuck ten women to get the feeling she gave him. Now was one of those times that he yearned for her touch. With everything that had taken place in his city still weighing heavy on his mind he needed his fix.

  Not only had he almost gone to prison, but he’d had to bury his cousin and best friend. The last image he had of Drew was of his chest being blown apart. He was dead before he hit the concrete and seeing him sprawled out was what replayed over and over in Dot’s dreams. He had men scouring for any piece of information they could find about the four people who caused so much destruction. He was so drunk with rage that he didn’t want to see that even though they had a hand in Drew’s death, he’d cast the first stone. If only he’d kept it an honest business deal Drew might have been lying on the bed next to him waiting for some big-booty bitch to come suck him off too. Dot didn’t want to think about how he’d looked into Drew’s mother’s eyes and told her that he would dead the man who was responsible for her son’s murder. He didn’t want to tell her that the man who put a bullet in Drew’s chest was the same kid Drew warned him about shortly before his life was seized. Yeah, Dot needed to get his mind off of real life for a while. And there was no better way to do so than to stick his dick inside of some wet twat.

  He usually met Anna in a room called the “Naughty Room,” but that night it was taken. Instead, he was in a regular-looking bedroom that had nothing but a bed, wooden dressers, and a TV on the wall. He wasn’t complaining since he had just shown up without a prior appointment. He was just happy to get in and he didn’t care that Anna probably just had some other man’s shaft rammed inside of her. He was still going to use her as a blow-up doll and fuck until she begged him to stop. And even then he was going to keep going.

  When the door opened he sat up swiftly on the bed. As usual his breath was taken away at her natural beauty. Her long hair flowed flawlessly over her golden brown shoulders. She knew he hated when she wore makeup, so her face was freshly washed; the only thing she wore was the mocha-colored lip gloss he liked. On her body she had nothing on but a black thong and a sheer black robe that was open just enough to show off her busty cleavage. She took slow steps in her open-toe four-inch heels until she got to where he sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I heard you came to see me,” Anna purred into his ear after she straddled him. “What is the special occasion?”

  “Death,” Dot told her, keeping his hands at his side. He let her do her thing; he didn’t want to touch her until he absolutely couldn’t stand it any longer. “I need you to help me take my mind off of some things.”

  “Poor baby.” Anna leaned back and ran one of her hands down his face. “Tell Anna all about it, baby.”

  “If I talk, I just need you to listen,” Dot told her and looked down at his crotch. “I like my women not talkative, but gagging.”

  She understood what he was saying, and she licked her luscious lips in his face. “We got all night,” she said, dropping to her knees. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick nine inches of man. “Get it all out, baby.”

  At the first feel of her tongue on his tip Dot already knew that this was all the therapy he needed. He opened his mouth and began to sing his woes like a bird.

  * * *

  Running water was all that could be heard in Diamond’s room. She’d been a good girl that night; she had kept her screams muffled. Madame hummed to herself as she rinsed the remaining blood from her fingers with the warm water streaming from the sink in Diamond’s bathroom. She had just painted her nails turquoise and she didn’t need the blood to dry and cake up in the crevices.

  When she was done she turned the faucet off and flicked the light switch. Madame stood in the doorway of the dark bathroom and stared at Diamond’s motionless body stretched out on her bed. She lay naked and completely still on her stomach. The white sheets under her were wet and a deep red. It didn’t bother Madame to see her lying on a bed drenched in blood; what bothered her was that Diamond had passed out before she received her tenth lash. The gashes on her back were still leaking and if it weren’t for the fact that Madame could hear her shallow breath it would have been easily presumed that the redheaded girl was dead. Madame would leave her there for a few hours. If Diamond survived, she would send in the nurse. If she didn’t, her room would be up for grabs.

  Madame walked to the side of the bed and brushed a curl from Diamond’s sweating face. For a fraction of a second repentance threatened to enter her heart. Her light brown hand quivered slightly and she patted Diamond’s cheek gently. Did she deserve to get beaten in such a barbaric manner? Staring at the girl she remembered where she found her years ago.

  She had been alone knelt down by a Dumpster in the back of a bar. She was shaking in the pouring rain and looked like she hadn’t had a decent meal in years. The world hadn’t been kind to her, and it was apparent that she didn’t have a home. Madame took her in and brought her to come stay with her and the girls. She didn’t understand why Diamond would ever disobey her wishes and even think that it was okay to feel pleasure if it wasn’t coming from Madame herself. The resentment in her chest soon turned to anger once again and she retracted her hand. Yes. She deserved everything that she got. She was ungrateful. She stepped away from the bed and walked through the darkness of the room to the door.

  “Good night, Diamond,” Madame whispered before she shut the door behind her.

  Checking the golden watch on her wrist, she walked down the hall of the upstairs of her inn. The inn was her greatest accomplishment in life. The upper portion of it was dedicated to her girls. Once you got up the spiral staircase there was a big black door with a keypad instead of a doorknob. In order to get past the door you had to know the code; otherwise, there would be no entry granted. Behind the door was where the girls’ quarters were and nobody but them was allowed up there.

  She opened that heavy door and made her way back down the spiral staircase to make her rounds on the bottom level. Most of the rooms upstairs were empty because most of the girls were finishing their jobs downstairs, and when she passed each closed door she smiled at the sounds coming from the other side of them. After passing the final door she decided to take a stop in the kitchen to make sure her hired chef was there preparing breakfast for the next morning. Her guests paid good money to stay there and partake in the extra activities they provided; the least she could do was make sure they were well fed. All she had to do was peek in the kitchen to see that everything there was good. The muscular chef, Vonzell, smiled when he saw her beautiful and flawless face.

  “Looking good, Madame,” he said and licked his lips at her. In front of him he was mincing fruits for the fruit salad on the morning’s menu. “If you want I can clear off this table and mince you with my tongue.”

  Madame gave a small chuckle and bit her lower lip. She’d had Vonzell before and, although he pleased her from the front way and the back, she would rather go to her room and pleasure herself. “A great offer, baby,” Madame said. “But I was just making sure things were okay for the morning. But seeing that you didn’t even need me to check in on you, I’ll have Brandy come and satisfy that big bulge in your pants.”

  She left before he could reply, and she made her way to her room, the biggest room besides the dining room in the whole inn. It was on the lower portion of the inn and at the foot of the longest hallway. Her heels clicked feverishly on the wooden floor and when she got to her door she placed her palm where the doorknob should have been. There was no code to punch in; the only way to get past that threshold was with her fingerprints. She heard a small hum followed by a click, and she pushed the door open.

  “Finally. Peace,” she said to herself and kicked her shoes off.

  As a little girl she had always dreamt of being a princess, except that was the furthest thing
from what she was. Her mother had left her father when she was just a toddler. He was an abusive and controlling man. She was no better, though. She was addicted to beauty and, sadly for Madame, that was all she cared about. She didn’t care that she had a growing daughter who needed her; she didn’t care that the nights when men took her to lavish restaurants her daughter was at home starving. She didn’t even care that when she was asleep in the room down the hall the men she brought home would fondle Madame’s growing woman parts.

  When she couldn’t take it anymore Madame moved in with her father in hopes of living a better life. That proved to be a fantasy as well. From the moment she stepped foot in his home she was getting slapped around. Whenever something didn’t go right in his life he hurt his only daughter while his new wife watched. Why did they do it? His wife helped because when he was beating his daughter it kept his hands off of her and her children. She constantly was coming up with new forms of torture for Madame and that went on for years, until Madame slit their throats in their sleep when she was eighteen.

  All she wanted to do was live like a princess and the people who had the power to give her that lifestyle were selfish and evil: two traits she’d gotten from them and manifested into something that no one would see coming. When she was done with her father, stepmother, and stepsiblings, she went back for her mother. With her she wanted to feel the life drain from her, so she wrapped her hands around her neck as she held her underwater in the bathtub.