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King Benny's Queen

King Benny looks out for me. When we met, he promised he would. And he's kept his word.

He's been taking good care of me for almost a year now. When I left home I was only fifteen and I thought I was hot shit because I'd been doing my momma's boyfriends and they were buying me stuff and watching over me when momma got mean. But they didn't care about me; they just wanted booty from me when momma didn't have the money for crack.

But don't feel sorry for me. I coulda got out. I coulda told one of the teachers or social workers that was always sniffin' into our business. But I knew if I stayed cool, I'd be all right because I'd own the boyfriends, if you know what I mean. I learned early it's better to do them before they do me.

That's why I'm happy to work for King Benny. He has five girls working for him. And the reason we're all so loyal is because he knows how to treat us. He's real kind and patient. He almost never hits us with his hand closed, and only for our own good. All of us are under age, so we'd probably be in some pervy foster home giving it away for free if not for him.

I met King Benny soon after I left home. I was living in Atlanta then; I'm not gonna tell you where I am now. Anyway, I was on the street, hanging with some people I knew in Five Points, when I found out there was more money to be made on Metropolitan Parkway. That's where all those used car lots are. What happens is for a price, the owner gives you the keys to a car that don't ride but gets plenty of action, if you know what I mean. I was going down on maybe seven or eight guys a night, clearing about a hundred bucks. I thought that was pretty good until I met King Benny.

You see, he was in town scouting talent. But I didn't know that. I thought he was just another sicko looking for a quick blowjob from a kid his daughter's age. That was my specialty. You see, different things was going on in different cars. Some of the older girls did the two-on-ones, the anals and, of course, the regular stuff. But I was sort of in training, so I just did oral action. Which was all right with me, because to tell you the truth, I never really liked fucking.

Anyway, I did King Benny and then he gave me an extra twenty just to talk to him. At first, I thought maybe he was a cop or a social worker or something because he was asking all kinds of stuff about my home life and school and whether I did crack. But they're supposed to talk before we do it. So I figured even if this guy is a cop, he's the one in trouble because he just had sex with a minor. That's when I relaxed and he pulled out some blow and we fooled around like two real people. It was nice.

But he was very respectful, you know. He said he knew I was working and it wasn't right for him to take up more of my time. So he gave me a fifty-dollar bill and his pager number and told me to call him the next day if I wanted to make real money. Before he left, he took my hand and said if we hooked up, he'd promise to always be there for me. I almost cried.

So the next day, I called him and we hung together for a few days and he bought me some real nice clothes and jewelry and then he gave me an airplane ticket and I flew to where he lives. I was never on an airplane before and I was scared, especially since he couldn't go with me, but he told me exactly what to do. And when I got there, there was a friend of his who met me and carried my luggage, which King Benny bought me, and I felt like a queen.

And I still feel like I'm King Benny's queen. With him looking out for me I don't have to do nearly as many guys as I used to and we make a lot more money. I live in a real nice place and he keeps me feeling good when I'm not working. King Benny keeps his promise.

This morning, as I was falling asleep, I even thanked God for sending my king to me.

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