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Dutch came out. "Cynthia Benson, your new ID card."

"Thanks Dutch. If you ever need a favor, let me know."

"Cynthia, darling, you ain't my type. But... Have you ever thought of doing pornos. I think you'd do well."

Just the thought of immersing herself in that much sex scent made her blanch. "Uh, no, I think I'll keep on the streets. It's safer."

Thinking she was joking, he broke out laughing as he wandered back to his studio. The pair headed back for the bus, Cynthia once again sucking on a cough drop. When they reached their corner again, someone was waiting for them, Harold.

"Harold, you know you ain't welcome on my corner. Beat it."

"Gloria, I got a right to talk to a whore as much as another man. I be thinking about employing her services. What you say bitch, how much for a blow and a lay?"

"Harold, she's not..."

"Wait Gloria." Cynthia interrupted. Spitting out her cough drop and readying another, she strolled over, taking in his scent. Trying something she thought of just now, she thought to Kitten, "What's he want Kitten, what's his secret?" She could feel Kitten wanting out and she made a stab at negotiating. "I'll let you out all night if you let me have this one. Tell me what he wants." She could almost feel the internal handshake and feelings flooded her. She smiled, a wicked smile, the smile of someone who knows a secret.

Reaching out and encircling Harold's neck, she cooed, "But Harold, why settle for a simple lay, when you can have what you really want. I know what your heart's true desire is, what you dream of when you're all alone."

She ran one hand down the back of his pants, playing with his ass, while the other wrapped his overly long scarf around one of his arms and his waist, playfully pinning the arm to his side. She licked his ear, sticking her tongue in and scraping her teeth along the lobe. She could smell the desire and fear warring inside him as she promised him bondage and ass rape, his secret shame.

"Get off me bitch! Get your sick hands off me."

Cynthia went dead serious. She hissed in his ear, "Harold, you bother me or Gloria again, I'll make sure everyone within the county limits knows how hard you got at the thought of a giant strap on rammed up your ass while you were tied down by a little slip of a woman. You hear me. Come close to us, or allow any other pimp to hassle us and I'll spread your secret on the 6 o'clock news. You got me, asshole!" She shoved him back and he ran, fear dogging his heels.

Gloria looked stunned, a smile creeping onto her face. "Damn girl. What did you say to him?"

"I told him what he really wanted from a woman, a dominatrix that would rape his ass with a massive strap on."

As Gloria laughed uproariously, Kitten was knocking at Cynthia's mind. "Gloria, I need to let Kitten out. I made her a promise. Take real good care of her." Putting the cough drop back in her purse, she let go and Sex Kitten rose up, a smile of lust on her face.

"Is that you Kitten?"

"Yeah, I feel horny. Why didn't she give him what he wanted?"

"Some guys are afraid of what they want, like Harold. That's why we give men what they ask for, not necessarily what they really want. What did Cynthia promise you?"

"That if she could have this one, I could have the rest of the night."

"Well little one, we need to talk, whore to whore. Come here."

Gloria took the next hour and a half trying to impress on Sex Kitten the importance of controlling herself.

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