NINETEEN

Vulcha looked at Kamilla and felt lust. He wanted her to feel the magic again. But Kamilla was not interested in his fantasy.

“What’s gonna happen to Big Hank?” She asked, cautiously.

“Well… Well, Big Hank’s gonna get his loot and then he’s gonna hit da blacktop.” Vulcha examined Kamilla’s body language. He saw she was afraid. Maybe he wasn’t convincing. He reached out. She moved backwards. “We’re all alone, honey. No one can bother us. You don’t have to be scared anymore. Ol’ Vulcha will put your fears to rest, sweetheart.”

“What is da blacktop? What’s that like?” Kamilla hoped for the best, but she sensed Big Hank was a dead man.

“Oh, yeah. Blacktop? That’s da way outta here.” Vulcha reached out for Kamilla again.

This time she let him touch her. They embraced. She wanted to trust Vulcha, even though every instinct urged her to run. Kamilla stood while Vulcha pawed her clothes off, and before long they fell onto the large bed. His shaft penetrated her warm, moist flesh as her body readily accepted him.

Kamilla’s mind turned again to Hank. I hope he’s alive, she thought. Big Hank had always helped her through ups and downs. Tears welled in her eyes. Vulcha moved his hips back and forth. She held firmly onto his piston-like hips for the ride. Kamilla suddenly became aware of a surprising feeling; She was free! She clung tightly and sobbed quietly as Vulcha’s eruption calmed her. She drifted off to sleep, her juices still flowing as her mind drifted to thoughts of her former pimp.

Kamilla had met Hank sixteen years ago, after her parents dumped her in a group home. Hank seduced her, gave her money, and took her out. Finally, she moved in with him. He made her complete a high school program. Then he put her out on the street, peddling. Hank didn’t keep her on the street for long. Soon, she had a furnished apartment and handled only special clients. And in time, he supported anything she wanted to do.

She chose college. She graduated and tried several entry-level jobs. She decided they weren’t for her and wound up quitting each of them. Kamilla returned to work for Hank. She managed the finances of his small empire. She was good at it and Big Hank rewarded her well.

But, Kamilla couldn’t manage her coke habit, which eventually broke her down. Increasingly, she blundered; in her own life at first, then in managing Hank’s money. Hank had been aware of the coke habit, but thought she was able to handle it.

When Kamilla hit bottom, Hank convinced her to check into a rehab program and supported her through five, long years of rehabilitation. When she recovered, he rehired her. Using her ample assets and her knack for the business, she quickly blossomed into his bottom girl. He had been loyal and generous to her and she pledged her loyalty in return.