Prologue 1

****ASHLEY****

"Fuck her hard, boys, you are doing well." I said and pinched her nipples with my fingers. She let out a soft moan. There was a young girl in front of me being fucked by two strong men with huge dicks. They always do my bidding. They were getting her ready for the work that was yet to come. She was my new girl, the new whore that would work for me.

One of them put his hand on her young breast and started squeezing it. She was trying to move his hand away, but he was securing her body. She couldn’t move. One of them started kissing her. They were on top of my huge master-sized bed for sex lessons. One of them claimed her lips and started kissing her, trying to swallow her tongue. The kiss was hot and aggressive. I must say she has a nice body; this is the kind of girl I hired.

"Please... please boss, help me." She pleaded, rolling her eyes as one of them placed his mouth on her right breast and started sucking it.

"But you want this… Don’t you?" I asked her, touching her cheeks. She looked beautiful yet pitiful. Her butt cheeks were both red. They had spanked her a lot.

"Don’t you want to get rich?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Yess... but... blah blah blah." The remaining words that came out of her mouth didn’t make sense.

"Don’t worry honey, they are getting you ready for the client, but by the time I am done with you, you will be freaking rich." I said, trying to encourage her. I was a fan of three sums myself, but I didn’t want to join this one. She was a virgin, so they were trying to teach her how to have sex so she would be able to please my clients.

"Ahhhh, mhmmm." Her moans increased as the man underneath shoved his dick into her ass. His whole dick disappeared into her ass. Damn, did this girl say she was a virgin? Because her perfectly shaved pussy is already so deep.

"Ahhhh!!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as he started thrusting slowly.

"Now that’s more like it. This is the kind of sound I want to hear in this room, how sexy." I remarked with a smile. I was starting to get wet down there just watching them fuck. My hand slowly moved down the short leather miniskirt I was wearing, and in between my legs, I was aroused and wet.

"Yes, fuck her good," I said and turned around to leave the room, smiling as I heard the sounds of their skins slamming against each other and their moans filling the room. This only meant two things: more money and more girls. I chuckled as I walked over to the door of the room and opened it, turning back to look at them.

"I want her to be breathless and unable to walk when you guys come out of this room," I said.

"Yes, Queen!" The guys chorused, that’s what they all call me their queen, like come on! I am a fucking queen. I stepped out of the room and shut the door behind me. My assistant, Dave, was standing at the door with two phones in his hands. They were both ringing. I stared at the screen of my iPhone. One had my "Papa Queen." On the screen, Ugh! What does that old man want? I have taken over his business. What does he want now?

My name is Ashley Barbie Gates. I am twenty-five years old. I am a pimp and the leader of a gangster group in Miami. I took over my father’s gangster business when I was just nineteen years old. Since then, my life has changed for the worse. I have become a sex addict and also a lover of money. I believe you can get whatever you want with money. You can have the world wrapped around your fingers just like I am now. The Queen of the Streets I have a boyfriend, although he is more like a puppet because I give him what he wants. He doesn’t care if I sleep around with other guys because I am the only reason he is living.

"My queen, are you listening to me?" Dave asked, jolting me out of my trance. He had been trying to get my attention for quite a while now.

"Yes, what’s the matter?" I asked.

"Your father is furious; he is sending a lot of texts and they are countless." He said, staring at the phone that was beeping uncontrollably.

"Gosh, who taught this old man how to use a mobile phone? Why can’t he fucking leave me alone!" I groaned and took the phone from him and picked it up, walking down the hallway in the direction of my office as my assistant followed me. We were in my building, the biggest building in Miami that belongs to me. During the day, it belongs to me, and at night it is used as a hotel because I just love money.

I sashayed into my huge office in my high heels. The windows were wide open, letting the morning sun into my office. The whole place was sparkling, and I knew it had been cleaned. I loved the red interior design because it just screams me. I sat at my desk as I listened to what my father was saying.

"Okay, okay." I muttered, although I hadn’t been paying attention to what he was saying.

"Are you even listening?" He questioned, raising his voice.

"Of course, dad," I replied.

"So, what have I been saying, honey?" He asked.

"You said, um... that, you uh..." I muttered, trying to search my brain for the answer, but my brain failed me.

"Just like I thought you hadn’t been listening," he said.

"I said, I don’t want you to send your mother money anymore." He said, and my jaw dropped.

"Why, dad? But she is living alone, and jobs don’t pay that much these days." I replied, my parents had divorced when I was seventeen and they had been living in different houses, including me.

"I said stop sending her money and that’s final." He said and hung up before I could speak.