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you can walk away free and clear.”

“I can leave?” Liberty asked in a disbelieving tone.

“You’ve worked the boulevard for eight years. You’ve earned the right to make your own choice . . . but at least know what you’re walking away from before you decide. One day. That’s all I ask of you,” Abia stressed. She reached into a compartment inside of the limo and pulled out a silver dish filled with heroin. As soon as Liberty saw it, her breath caught in her throat. She needed to hit that as soon as possible. Her body was yearning for it.

Liberty nodded as her tense body remained on pins and needles. She did not know what to expect, but she decided to go with the flow. At that point she needed a pick me up and without any cash of her own, Abia was the only one who could fulfill her craving. “Okay,” she agreed.

“Okay,” Abia said with satisfaction as she opened her legs and placed the drug-filled dish on the seat in between her legs. “Come get it.”

Liberty got down on the limo floor, positioning herself between Abia’s thighs and as she indulged in the drug, Abia stroked her hair. Liberty was stepping into a completely new world, one where her destiny would be in her own hands. One where eroticism and seduction was enjoyable instead of forced. As Abia’s fingertips massaged her scalp, Liberty’s entire body began to tingle. Her hands felt like silk feathers as Abia kneaded and stroked the contours of Liberty’s neck. She was a woman with much experience. At thirty-two, she had experienced every aspect of the game and although she was retired from servicing clientele, she mentored every girl who came under her wing. They each admired her, and Liberty would be no different. Abia was a legend in the business. With every new girl that passed through her hands, she established a pecking order. Abia was the head-bitch-in-charge, no exceptions, and she seduced each new girl so that they understood who was the lead dog in the pack. It was Abia’s extravagant world, and she was the queen. Liberty set up lines of heroin, filling up with as much as possible to avoid the empty feeling that had just tortured her. Her eyelids fluttered from pleasure as Abia caressed her.

“Have you slept with a woman before, Liberty?” Abia whispered as she rolled up the window that separated them from the driver.

Liberty nodded her head as she continued to snort the powder between Abia’s legs. Abia reached down and removed the dish, then pulled her thong to the side. “Are you good at it?” she asked suggestively.

Completely caught up in the orgasmic feeling of her high, Liberty’s curiosity got the best of her. Numerous women had paid her for her services during her days of tricking, but none had ever been like Abia. Her essence was different from any woman Liberty had ever encountered. She possessed a mystique that made Liberty’s body react to her. Abia lifted Liberty’s shirt and rubbed Liberty’s hardened nipple as she repeated, “Show me.”

Liberty pulled Abia to the edge of the car seat and put her hands beneath Abia’s behind as she dipped her tongue inside her warmth. Liberty was no amateur. She knew how to make any human being cum. Women always paid the most so Liberty had made sure that she was good at it. She pulled Abia’s clit in between her lips and licked it with just enough pressure to make Abia squirm.

“Oooh,” she moaned, surprised at the pleasure that Liberty was giving her. Liberty sucked and pulled while softly nibbling on Abia’s flesh button. Liberty knew that she was being tested but was confident that she was passing with flying colors. The way that Abia was contracting her ass let Liberty know that she was doing her job. She flicked her tongue back and forth, fast and then slow . . . slow and then fast before sucking it with just enough pressure to make Abia’s eyes roll in the back of her head. Liberty was so into it that she reached one hand into her own panties and played with herself as she brought Abia into ecstasy. Abia smiled in complete bliss as she caught her breath, and Liberty sat back on the seat, directly across from her. Liberty’s head fell back as she wiped her mouth.

“Is that good enough for you?” she asked.

“That was the best,” Abia replied with a smirk. She was