by Ashley
“Who is that?” she whispered to Jacob, wondering who was this man causing such a ruckus.
“Well, I’ll be damned. That’s Baron Montgomery. I thought he was dead or something,” Jacob said as he stared in admiration.
“Who is Baron Montgomery?” Dahlia asked, becoming more intrigued by the second. While asking questions, she never took her eyes off of him.
“He was a heavy supplier a couple of years back. He had the whole Midwest region locked, with deep political connections. That’s until he got under fire with the feds. He went into hiding and disappeared,” Jacob said, giving her a brief breakdown of what he knew about him.
Dahlia didn’t know what it was about the older gentleman, but she wanted to meet him. Men who commanded respect among their peers attracted Dahlia. It literally got her wet when she saw a well-respected man who held a position of power. She loved taking a man everyone admired and breaking him down, making him submit to her. It was slowly becoming an obsession for her. Her hunger for total domination was borderline insane, and at that moment, Dahlia wanted to seduce that tall, dark man whom everyone called Baron Montgomery. Dahlia felt her kitty beginning to purr, and she began to wet her inner thighs at the thought of taking control of him. Her nipples hardened at the sight of the people hanging on his every word. She slowly took her arm from Jacob’s and strutted past the crowd, making sure she shifted her weight left to right. She knew that she was blessed with a big, round ass and used it to her advantage. Her wide hips demanded attention, and she looked back, and just as she expected, all eyes were on her. She locked eyes with Baron and made love to him through that stare, and he felt it. People say eyes can talk, and the saying was proved right at that moment. Dahlia had just told him that she wanted him bad without even opening her mouth. She ran her tongue over the top row of her teeth just before she turned her head and broke the stare-down. Dahlia headed toward the bathroom, knowing that Baron would follow. She didn’t give a damn about Jacob; she had used him to get in the door, and that was all she needed. He was useless to her at that point.
Baron couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful chocolate goddess who had just fucked him with her eyes. He looked at the tight dress that hugged her hips and the way her hard nipples protruded through the dress, displaying that she wore no bra. She was one of the most beautiful, voluptuous women he had ever seen. Naturally, his eyes followed her ass as she headed toward the restrooms in the corner of the place. There was something about her that made Baron want to know more about her. He cut off his sentence midway through and excused himself from the group of men to whom he was talking. He had to see what was up with this mystery lady.
He smoothly made his way toward her as the woman looked back at him and smiled, before she disappeared into the restroom. It was as if she was daring him to follow. Baron returned the smile. It was obvious that she was giving chase.
“OK, I get it. She’s playing cat and mouse,” Baron said under his breath, and he calmly made his way to the restrooms. He usually wouldn’t behave the way he was, but the woman had a certain mystique about herself. He had to see who she was. The curiosity was killing him. He fixed his tie and pushed open the ladies’ restroom door. The sight alone made his manhood begin to grow. She was leaning against the sink with her legs and arms crossed, as if she was waiting on him.
“What’s your name?” Dahlia said as she gave him a sexy half smile.
“I’m Baron Montgomery,” Baron said in his low, smooth baritone.
Dahlia loved what she was seeing. His neat salt-and-pepper beard and broad shoulders were a turn-on for her. He slid his hands into his slacks and slowly walked over to her, taking his time but looking directly into her eyes.
“And what’s your name?” Baron asked as he stood about a foot away from her.
Dahlia took her time as she was strategically laying her trap for the man in front of her. She rolled her eyes, unfolded her arms, and reached for his crotch. “It doesn’t matter what my name is. All you need to know is that I am soaking wet and ready to feel that chocolate pole inside of me. Ooh,” she said as she squirmed and closed her eyes, imagining him inside of her. She dropped her hand lower and felt his semi-erect penis.
Baron was surprised by her blatant aggressiveness. He had never seen a beautiful woman be so assertive when it came to sex. He couldn’t help but get aroused by her touch. Dahlia grabbed Baron’s hand and guided it under her dress and then eventually into her panties. Baron felt her wetness and was surprised by how soaked she was. He had never felt anything like it. She had hair on her love box, so it felt like a wet kitten as Baron slipped his index finger inside her, and Dahlia spread her legs a bit wider and began to pant heavily while rolling her eyes in the back of her head. She pushed out a small squirt on command as she felt an orgasm approaching. She was so horny that she couldn’t control herself. She released herself all over Baron fingers and dripped onto the floor, causing a small puddle. Dahlia was pulling out all of her tricks. Her oversized clitoris was rock-hard, and she wanted the powerful stranger inside of her. Baron instantly yanked his hand back and shook his head. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that was showing her who was boss. He had too much class to have sex in a restroom, and the absence of a woman in his life over the past years had blinded him for a moment. However, he had snapped back to his truth and knew that he would never do anything of that sort in a public place, no matter how beautiful the woman. He walked to the sink and washed his hands. He headed out the door, and just before he exited, he looked back and smiled at her. Now he was the cat . . . not the mouse.
* * *
Liberty walked around the main floor and couldn’t help but relive the first time she was there and remember the night she had gotten sold to Samad. She found a fancy decorated table and took a seat, and it all came back to her. She glanced at the stage and saw a familiar face peek out from behind the curtains.
“Oh, my God,” Liberty said as she began to tear up. It was Abia, the madam of the Gentlemen’s Ball. Abia looked older, but she still was as pretty as Liberty remembered. The crow’s feet on the sides of her eyes displayed Abia’s age, and she had gained a little bit of weight. However, Liberty knew that it was she. Abia had taught Liberty the art of seduction. Instantly, Liberty had a flashback to the night she was sold by Abia. It was vivid, as if it had happened the previous night. Liberty closed her eyes and thought back to the time when she prepared to walk onto the stage to auction herself to the highest bidder.
* * *
Liberty looked in the vanity mirror as she applied the mascara to her eyes. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of stomach. She prepared for the biggest night of the year. Abia stood behind her with her arms crossed, watching the beauty doll herself up.
“You look gorgeous,” Abia complimented her as she placed her hands on Liberty’s shoulders.
“Thank you,” Liberty answered.
She had been hearing about this ball for so long and wondered what to expect when she went out to the show room. She could hear the chatter from the men and the soft music playing, and it only added to her nervousness. Liberty’s hand began to tremble as she applied the eyeliner to her lids.
“Don’t be afraid. You are going to do great,” Abia said as she took notice of the young damsel in distress. “It’s just like any other trick, but it’s for a lot more money.”
Abia thought about the high-ticket price that Liberty would demand. Hands down, she was the most stunning woman in the building, and Abia understood that. Abia already knew whose attention she would get, and that was Samad Ali, one of the biggest cocaine distributors in the country. Samad always purchased the belle of the ball each year, and she knew that this year, he would be amazed. Inside Abia’s head, she knew that if everything went as planned, Samad would buy Liberty, not only for the night but also for life.
At the end of the day, Liberty belonged to Abia, and she was nothing more than cattle waiting to be sold to the highest bidder, despite the illusion of frie
ndship that Abia put on. Since the ball was held in a hotel, it acted as a gigantic brothel for the night, and soon the rooms would be filled with married men and Abia’s girls engaging in various sexual acts and all different types of fetishes. Abia already began to think about how she would make a million dollars in one single night. She closed her eyes and smiled and prepared for the biggest trick of the year.
* * *
Liberty snapped back to reality and wanted to talk to Abia. Even though Abia, in hindsight, had pimped her, Liberty had a place in her heart for her. It was a weird feeling, but Abia was like a mother figure to Liberty in a strange way. Liberty stood up and headed to the door that led backstage.
SIXTEEN
“SUCK THOSE STOMACHS IN TIGHTLY, AND MAKE sure everything is tucked in,” Abia said as she slowly walked down the line of girls. “I swear, I don’t even know how some of you made it into the brothels,” she snapped under her breath. She inspected each girl’s body and makeup thoroughly, looking them all up and down carefully. The auction started in thirty minutes, and she wanted every girl to look as enticing and perfect as possible. “Beauty is pain, remember that,” she reminded them as she tightened a girl’s corset, pulling it as tight as she could, morphing the slim girl’s body even more.
Abia planned for this day all year, and it was the only day of the year when she could clear one million dollars easy. People would be surprised if they knew how much powerful and wealthy men would pay for exotic “quiet” pussy. Abia offered a service no one else in the country could provide. Men could cheat on their wives, indulge their sexual fantasies, or simply buy women without the risk of their secret getting out. She had done this for years, and she hadn’t had one case of one of her clients getting exposed. She was the best in the business, and all the upper echelon in the game understood that.
As Abia tied up the girl, her eyes drifted to the young lady who stood by the door. She squinted and looked closer. It was Liberty, her favorite girl who had ever come through her long line of girls. Abia quickly snapped her fingers, calling one of her assistants over. She stared at Liberty while talking to the assistant.
“Take over for me for a second.”
Abia headed toward Liberty and put her hands over her mouth. She began to tear up as she approached.
“Is that you?” Abia said as she extended her arms for an embrace.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Liberty said, and she hugged Abia.
They both rocked back and forth, hugging each other as tightly as they could. It was a beautiful scene as they reunited. As they released each other, Abia grabbed both of Liberty’s hands and leaned back to look at her.
“You are still beautiful. My million-dollar baby,” Abia said, referring to the price that Liberty had sold for years back, which still was a record yet to be touched. Liberty didn’t know it, but she was a legend in the call-girl game. Every girl heard stories about Abia’s “million-dollar baby,” and they aspired to do what Liberty had done.
“Thank you,” Liberty said humbly.
“What are you doing here?” Abia asked.
“I’m just here as a guest this time,” Liberty said, joking. “Nothing too major, just accompanying a friend.”
“It is so good to see you. I thought I would never see you again.”
Abia stared deeply into Liberty’s eyes. She noticed something different: there wasn’t any pain in those eyes. She had been in the business for more than twenty years, and she could sense pain by looking into a girl’s soul. She knew that the eyes were windows to the soul, and she mastered how to read them. It made her warm inside to know that Liberty was out of the game and had found some type of peace.
“You’re happy. I can see it all over your face. You are content where you are in life, right?” Abia said, hitting the nail directly on the head.
“Yes, I am.” Liberty said proudly, impressed by Abia’s words. “I just wanted to see you. You taught me a lot about life, and I will forever respect you for that. I just wanted to say thank you.”
“No, thank you. Thank you for getting out of the lifestyle and getting to your happy. That’s what life is about. That smile tells it all,” Abia said proudly. She glanced back at the girls, knowing that she had to get back to them before the show started.
Liberty totally understood and quickly began backing toward the exit. “I know you are busy. I just wanted to say hello,”
“Look, please don’t leave afterward. Let’s talk and catch up,” Abia said as she went back in the direction of the girls.
Liberty headed back to her seat, maneuvering through the crowd. The place was noticeably more packed at that point, and the anticipation for the event was growing. She spotted Baron at the table, and he also saw her. He raised his hand to make sure she saw him amid the sea of people. When they locked eyes, Liberty smiled and waved at him. Liberty was anxious to tell him about seeing her old friend, but her smile was turned upside down when she saw Dahlia sitting a couple of yards away from Baron at a different table. Liberty stopped in her tracks, and her heart dropped to her stomach. Dahlia smiled and chatted with an unknown man, and Liberty instantly grew uncomfortable. Obviously, Dahlia didn’t know Liberty was in attendance; she was much too comfortable, laughing and chitchatting. Liberty quickly tapped one of the waitresses and asked if she could borrow the mask that she wore. The waitress was reluctant to give up her mask, but she had been instructed that the main focus was to make everyone at the ball comfortable. So she agreed and pulled off her mask, which was decorated with feathers and rhinestones. It resembled masks from Mardi Gras. Liberty thanked the girl and quickly put on the mask, disguising herself. She made her way over to Baron, who was sitting at the table sipping a small glass of cognac.
“Wow, I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said as Liberty joined him at the table.
“That’s the point. Listen, we have to talk,” she said hurriedly, leaning in close to Baron. “The bitch I was telling you about . . . she’s here.” Liberty clenched her teeth.
“What?” Baron said, trying to understand why Liberty was acting so weird.
“Dahlia. She is here. She is behind us about three tables back.” Liberty shot a quick glance, seeing Dahlia still talking with a man who sat at her table.
Liberty had broken down the whole story to Baron on the night he first reunited with her, so when he heard the name, he knew exactly who she was. He discreetly looked back and realized Liberty was talking about the same woman he had the rendezvous with in the restroom a couple of minutes ago. He chuckled to himself and focused back on Liberty.
“Ain’t that a bitch?” he said under his breath, and he shook his head from side to side slowly. He smiled to himself as he thought about how he had almost fucked Liberty’s archrival in the restroom. “Enough said. You want her dead?” Baron asked, straightforward, not even wanting to play with the situation. He hadn’t gotten into any gangster shit in years, and honestly, it was getting his adrenaline pumping. He wanted to teach Liberty how to take care of a problem. He wanted to demonstrate how to nip a problem in the bud as soon as possible. Whenever an opportunity presented itself to end a beef, take it. That was his mindset.
“Absolutely,” Liberty said. She wanted to end the feud for good, and this was the perfect time. They instantly began to brainstorm, and they put down a play that was legendary.
SEVENTEEN
DAHLIA HAD BEEN EYEING BARON MONTGOMERY ALL night. Jacob had disclosed more information about him, and she knew that she wanted to deal with him. He would be her next boy toy. Even though he was older, she planned to break him down and control him like a puppeteer. It was a new challenge, and she yearned for the domination. She had watched him talk to a waitress most of the night and wondered why he was so interested in the help and not her. Although she didn’t know Baron, she felt offended.
In due time, I will be the only thing on his mind, she thought as she sipped on a glass of champagne. Jacob had made Baron sound even more enticing when he let Dahlia kno
w about all of his accolades in the streets. There is something about a powerful man, she thought. Everybody in the room dreamed of doing business with Baron. His track record was impeccable, and he was known for good business.
The auction began, and the men watched as the beautiful, exotic women walked the stage, auctioning off their bodies. Men held up cards, signaling that they were interested in a girl onstage. Bids started at ten thousand and went up to one hundred thousand. Dahlia had been keeping an eye on Baron all night and noticed when he stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. He then headed toward the restroom, but not before looking at Dahlia and winking at her, as if he was saying, “I’m ready.” Dahlia smiled as she accepted a drink from a passing waitress and took a sip.
I knew he would come around, she thought, and she felt a small tingle in her clitoris. She was ready to hook Baron, and she imagined riding his well-endowed dick reverse-cowboy-style in one of the restroom stalls. She swallowed the rest of her drink in one gulp and set the glass down. She then followed him toward the restroom. Every time she stepped, she felt her love box throb, and she couldn’t make it to the restroom quickly enough. Baron looked back at her again before he walked into the ladies’ restroom, and Dahlia knew that he meant business. It was about to go down.
Baron walked into the bathroom and immediately began to unzip his pants. He leaned on the sink, in the same spot Dahlia had earlier. He unzipped his pants and licked his lips, waiting for her. As soon as she walked in the door moments later, she began to pull down her panties.
“I knew you couldn’t resist this blackberry,” Dahlia said as she pulled her dress up over her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed vagina.
Her juicy lips underneath were glazed, and her clitoris was so erect it slightly peeked out of her vaginal lips. She made her way over to Baron and immediately dropped to her knees. She pulled out his thick black pole and was pleasantly surprised by his thickness.
