In the beginning, it was all sweet whispers, long gazes and fun dates. She fell hard for him. The combination of bad boy sex appeal mixed with Southern manners had her wide open. A bright white smile gleamed behind dark chocolate skin sucked her in every time. But things were good then.

Two months was all it took for everything to change. She didn’t even know when or how it happened. The date nights turned into hanging with him and his boys if she wanted to spend time with him. It was no biggie. The guys were cool. This is what a good woman did, right? Time together was time together no matter where it was or who else was involved.

Things took a seriously wrong turn the day her car broke down. Through her tears and embarrassment, she told him how she didn’t know what she was going to do. She didn’t have the money to get the car fixed and she needed it for work. Then, like a knight in shiny armor, he said he had a way for her to earn the money for her car. It would be easy. He knew some people.

He told her to wear that little red dress he liked. It had been so long since they went on a real date. She wanted to look her best for him. He picked her up. Her heart sang when he complimented how sexy she looked. She would do anything only if he kept looking at her like that. They chatted during the drive. In her excitement, she didn’t pay attention to where they were going. Only when they pulled in front of a large, brick house did she wonder what they were doing there.

“You said you needed to make a little cash, right?” he said matter-of-factly. Confused she stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Look, all you have to do is go in here and dance around for these fools. They’re just looking for some entertainment.”

Her joy disappeared into her broken heart. “Are you asking me to be a stripper?”

“I’m telling you to do what you need to do to get the cash you need for your car.” He got out the car and came around the passenger side and opened the door. Even as this monster, he was a gentleman. Everything inside her screamed, “Run!” Then he smiled down at her as he snatched her out the car. His fingers gripped her forearm so tight it tingled.

His sweet whisper turned into a gravely growl, “You asked me to help you. You’re not going to embarrass me now I’ve set this up for you. Get your ass in there and make this money.”

Fiction to Real Life

It’s not just in fiction books and the Lifetime movies. Sex trafficking isn’t always about being kidnapped and sold into a sex ring. Statistics show 4.5 million people are trapped in forced sexual exploitation globally. Reports show the underground sex economy is estimated around $290 million in Atlanta, GA alone. Much of this activity plays out like our story, brought into the situation by someone we think cares about us.

How can we help combat this plague? We equip ourselves, our daughters, our sisters, and friends with the power of self-love and confidence. When we love and respect ourselves, it’s harder to fall for the sweet words and bright smiles laying behind malicious intentions. Pay attention to reality and don’t fall into the fantasy nightmare. Get out when things seem wrong. When we are strong and confident, we have less reliance on others to fulfill those things for us.

Confident women know their value and worth!  Bombshell is building confidence in our tribe of women every day.  Confident women help build other confident women.  

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