The Equalizer: Foxxy's Tipping Point: Foxxy: The Equalizer, #1

By Allyson R. Abbott

Foxxy has never had a life to shout about. Until that night!

She's the modern-day equalizer with Robin Hood as a partner…

 

Long ago, she'd accepted being dealt an unfair hand, especially after a recent beating from her pimp, Eddie.  Now all she can do is focus on staying alive; which means keeping out of trouble until she's saved enough money to start a new life. One which includes revenge and seeking justice for the pain and humiliation she's suffered through the years at Eddie's hands.

 

But a chance meeting of a handsome stranger's eyes across a crowded ballroom changed everything. An invisible thread wove itself around her heart and his, pulling them together for a few timeless moments before the spell was broken.

 

Realizing fate was at work, he used every means possible to track her down. Because nothing would keep him from the woman of his dreams.

 

Along with the opportunity for a new life, Foxxy's being offered hope, as well as the means to plan Eddie's retribution; not just for her but for every woman he's abused.

 

Foxxy's never lived a life to be proud of until that night, and recognizing her new life purpose, Foxxy sets out to avenge anyone who's deserving, and desperately needs her help.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allyson R. Abbott
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393968498

Allyson R. Abbott

I 'm very lucky to have the indulgence of time and space to enable me to write. I took a sabbatical from work to accompany my partner on his bucket list travels and adventures, and never went back. I really thought I would struggle with all the free time, so decided to write to keep myself occupied. Now writing has consumed my time and I am never sure where we will be or when, hence my novels could be classed 'international' as they may have been written across a few countries. We are still travelling, although we do pop back to the UK for a few months every now and again. I love the fact that no matter what our age we can use new technology to connect to the rest of the world and enhance our lives. Back in the UK I have my friends and family and with emails, phones, Skype or face-time, we are never out of touch for long. Even my mother at eighty-six uses face-time to catch up with me. I have the world at my fingertips and only twenty-four hours away from anywhere. Being a 'mature aging gracefully' woman, I feel akin to the problems of aging and relationships. I spent many years on my own before finding my truly remarkable and very patient partner who I happily gave up my whole world for. My stories are about mature relationships with mature people. People who have character and humour, who have a history; people just like us. I like to call it Hen Lit, Not Chick Lit, but it is not just about falling in love. They are about real relationships. I hope you enjoy my stories. Please check my web page or social media pages if you would like to contact me. I love emails and try to answer every one as soon as possible.

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The Equalizer

Foxxy’s Tipping Point

An earlier version of this book was included in

The Heart of a Hunk box set

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used factiously.

The Equalizer

Foxxy’s Tipping Point

Copyright@ 2020 by Allyson R. Abbott

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored or transmitted electronically, mechanically or recorded without express permission from the author.

Allyson R. Abbott

Content

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Epilogue

More Foxxy

Chapter 1

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Prologue

Foxxy shivered violently inside the threadbare blanket wrapped around her bruised body. The involuntary movements were not from the coldness caused by the dank room, or the pain which encased her whole being. Nor was it triggered by the fear that Eddie or his cronies would come back to rape and beat her again. She doubted they even recognized it as rape; they probably thought she enjoyed it, being a prostitute. No, none of the above brought her to this point of shaking beyond control; the quivering came from anger. The rage was directed at her pimp, Eddie, for thinking he had the right to abuse her, and the fury at herself for getting to this point in her life.

Using the corner of the damp blanket, Foxxy gingerly moved her throbbing arm toward her face to wipe away the moisture, not knowing if the wetness was blood or tears. Not that it mattered at this point, she knew she was lucky to still be alive. It was her anger that kept her going, not the will to live; why would it? Her life had never been her own. The pure hatred burning inside had kept her heart beating. Her breath was ragged and harsh, her throat sore from shouting and her ribs painful from the crushing bodies as they took their time pleasuring themselves. Her mind whirled with the fiery anger that grew in the pit of her stomach, knowing that no human being should be treated like she was, in fact no animal either. Her fury was boiling into a rage, burning her from the inside out. But she still shivered.

She pulled the tattered blanket around her more as Eddie made his way across the room towards her, understanding fully its protection was useless yet still feeling the need to hold onto something to keep herself in check, to hold on to her fury. She needed to get through this alive. How else would she ever get one over on Eddie? His anger was still clearly visible through his menacing glare, giving her the heads up that her punishment had not yet ended; she braced her mind and body for what was to come.

D’you think you can keep my money? His voice loud and menacing. You’re mine, bitch. Every penny your filthy, skanky body earns, belongs to me. He stepped closer. D’ you get that bitch? Eddie yelled in her face. She could feel droplets of his spit mingle with the rest of the liquid that was slowly making its way down her swollen face. She held her head still, refusing to flinch at his words, but scared for her life. Foxxy knew what he could see when he looked at her but he had no idea of the fire burning within, and of her renewed determination to survive.

Foxxy clenched her hidden fists harder, driving her nails into her palms to keep herself grounded as he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, then slapped her forcefully across the face. The jolt of his violence made her want to scream out in pain. Her ribs were bruised, if not broken. Her crotch burned and bled from the force they had used as they used her body. One of Eddie’s thugs had put out his cigarette on her arse, making it painful to sit. With every inch of her body screaming out in pain, she took the blow to her face and never made a sound. She refused to give him what he wanted, her dignity. He wanted her to crawl and beg for forgiveness, like she used to when he first took her in off the London streets. She was young and naive then, but no more. She was taking this no more, this was the last straw. She had no idea where her inner strength was coming from, who or what was whispering in her ear, but she knew she would survive and she knew she had turned a corner in her life. Something was going to change; she could feel it wash through her, a calmness which settled in her heart.

Foxxy glared at Eddie’s face, suddenly not caring what he did because she felt as if someone or something had untied her from his bonds; she was now free to act for herself. No more ties, no more being beholden to him. She felt free to make her own plans. Not sure where this new confidence had come from, she grasped it within and continued to stare at his evil face, holding his eyes steady.

I said do you ‘ear me bitch, or do I need to allow my friends here back for another run at you, to ‘elp you understand? Laughing, he yanked her head back farther, unnerved a little that she wasn’t fighting back. Or maybe I’ll ‘ave my turn, you’d love that wouldn’t you bitch? he threatened. Still no response from her. After another quick and hard pull on her hair he released it and let her drop to the ground. He wanted to slap the sneer from her face, but an unease spread through him, as if she knew something he didn’t. Not wanting to lose his supposed admiration from his men, he turned and strutted across the warehouse floor toward the group who’d spent the last few hours raping and beating her.  Fucking cow, she knows not to cross me again. He managed a grunted laugh, but looked back at Foxxy wondering why she looked so calm, and if she’d learned her lesson at all.

Foxxy shifted her gaze from Eddie and stared at the biggest man, remembering how he’d rammed his dick down her throat till she thought she’d choke to death. How she’d fought the urge to bite down on it. He looked back at her now, grinning, fixing his eyes on hers as if challenging her to speak. He took a step towards her, laughing, causing a flash of fear to bubble up, and bringing bile into the mouth. It tasted bitter. Trying to avoid any more of his abuse, she backed off from the visual challenge and buried her face into the blanket. Luckily his mate threw him a can of beer, distracting him from his mission.

She heard the fizz as he popped the ring open while she pretended to be a broken doll, playing the weak victim role that satisfied men like Eddie and his douchebags. Maimed maybe, but not broken yet. She lay watchful, on full alert, and her eyes became riveted on the cockroach crawling on her foot and up her leg to the corner of the blanket hanging down. With each second the bug continued to move its many legs, taking each step to its final destination. She admired its courage and determination.  The roach had to know that every time it came out from its hiding place people were out there waiting to kill it. Yet it risked its fate to obtain what it needed to survive. Was this a display of courage? Was this what bravery looked like?

Laughing to herself, she studied the bug, watched as it moved up on her lap. What she was watching wasn’t brave, it was stupid. A true warrior had a plan, picked the battles worth fighting and never lost sight of the big picture………freedom.

She shook her blanket while moving her position, just enough to knock the roach to the floor, without drawing more attention to herself. Patiently waiting, while allowing the throbbing pains of her body to subside, she watched as the roach steadied itself and took rapid steps towards her foot. Stupid roach. With precision she lifted her leg and let it drop with as much force as she could muster. Looking down she saw her former prey flattened and dead on the oil stained concrete. Then she took a sly loathing glance at Eddie, watching him as he sucked on a joint, laughing with the monsters who’d viciously abused her body less than an hour ago.

A slight smile crossed her battered face as the inner turmoil of rage and calmness mingled through her beaten form, as she whispered to herself. "You’re never going to treat me like that again. It’s over, I’m no longer in your debt." Her serenity worried her more than the rage, but an inner voice was telling her to stay calm, and that help was on its way. She settled on the floor as comfortably as she could and drifted to sleep smelling the dirt and oil from the hard, cold ground and dreaming of knights on white horses.

Chapter 1

One month later…

Foxxy’s cheeks ached from the smile she’d fixed on her face for most of the evening. Even now, as she walked along the hotel corridor she smiled, but knew she only need to keep it in place for a few more hours. The contract was coming to an end.

Beneath her false happy demeanor, she desperately tried to ignore the hot hand which was possessively placed on her butt cheek, stroking her bottom through the black silky material of her halter neck dress. Foxxy tried to decide if her escort was claiming ownership or trying to rev her up for sex. Either way he would be disappointed and Foxxy hoped that Gregory understood the rules, which would then make the rest of the evening much more relaxing. But men rarely did. They always expected free extras due to their mistaken belief that they were irresistible. Although she had to admit that Gregory had behaved remarkably well all week so maybe, just once, this ‘goodbye’ session would be easier than the normal experience.

Even the jolly notes of the Christmas tunes playing low over the music system didn’t help lift her spirits as they walked the length of the hall. The jingle bells were grating on her nerves, especially as she’d heard them so many times over the last few days. The holidays for her were never full of goodwill to all men, just more drunken groping and demanding clients to be nice to.

Her mind flitted quickly back to the man who’d caught her attention earlier at the function. Why had he singled her out and what was it about him that had her intrigued? She knew she should never have spoken to him, but he’d trapped her. A slight shiver of apprehension ran down her spine. There was something about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it fear or attraction? Either one was bad news.

Foxxy willed herself to stay focused as they approached a door toward the end of the thick, lush carpeted walkway. She was well aware she was in bad books with her pimp, and was treading a fine line between keeping her customer happy whilst not letting him take advantage, even though she wanted the extra cash.

Gregory removed his hand from her bottom to search his pockets for his key-card and then swiped it deftly through the slot, triggering the green light allowing them to enter the room. He grinned broadly as he flicked on the light switch then held the door open wide, gesturing with his hand in a sweeping motion, inviting Foxxy to cross the threshold into the room. Grateful for this action, she confidently walked into the room and headed straight to a comfortable looking armchair to sit down alone. She even gave herself the luxury of slipping off her stilettoes and stretching out her toes, while sinking back into the soft cushions. The room was warm and relaxing, but she needed to stay in control.

Gregory followed her into the room, heading straight to the mini bar and removing a chilled bottle of champagne. He collected two glasses and, without asking or even speaking, popped the cork and poured her a drink; smiling happily as he passed it to her.

Well, I think the evening was another success. Don’t you, Deanne? he asked while raising his glass to his lips.

Foxxy, still with the smile fixed to her face agreed. I’m happy to be of service. I’m sure no one suspected I was anything other than your girlfriend. Then, just to make sure he really understood the rules added, I’ll stay here with you for another hour or so, just to make sure, as the contract stated, then I’ll be off. It’s been a most enjoyable week, Gregory. She added quickly.

And really, as things go, she wasn’t lying. He’d been the perfect gentleman throughout their four dates. A few kisses in public, and he hadn’t even used his tongue. A little stroking of the leg, or hand on her back, which was all normal for an escort to expect. She knew he liked her and had noticed his trousers bulge more than once, especially when she reciprocated the hand on leg movement. And when they danced together, she could hardly ignore the pressure building against her thigh. Foxxy rued the fact that a few weeks ago she would have taken advantage of his lust and earned a little extra on the side. However, at this time, she needed to keep all her urges in check and play by the rules. The last few weeks had taught her a lesson that she didn’t want repeating for a while, or ever preferably.

Some men, well actually most men, thought ‘escort’ was another word for prostitute and didn’t like to be corrected. They thought they owned the woman and often tried to initiate sex or more intimate behavior. Of course, if they’d booked and paid for the extras up front, then she had to oblige. However, luckily for her, most punters were tight with their money when booking, so only got the basics. This lack of insight had very often given Foxxy the opportunity of earning a bit on the side, a bonus, if and when she wanted it.

She had her standards to think about, which was not always appreciated by horny, drunken men who she’d turned down. They very often tried to get more than they paid for and if they’d been arse-holes then there was no way, although cash in hand for extras from the lucky ones had helped boost her savings. Now, however, she needed to be more careful who to trust. Foxxy discovered long ago never to fully trust a man or show weakness, and recently this had become all too obvious. The memories of her beating flashed through her mind as she sipped her champagne carefully, watching Gregory’s earnest and open face as he tried to work out his next approach. There would be one, she knew that from experience. He would not want the evening to end here. But all-in-all she’d appreciated Greg’s behavior; he’d behaved like a gentleman, but she knew a request was still coming.

He studied her as he smiled. I’ve had a fantastic week with you Deanne. You really are a beautiful woman. There’s no... mmm… I mean, is there any chance?… mmm. I thought we’d got on really well and wondered if you would like to stay over? You could sleep with me?

Foxxy smiled at his innocence, naivety and his offer. She could sleep with him! It was as if he was bestowing an honor she would not be able to resist. Keeping her eyes on his face as if carefully considering the option, she sipped her drink again, slowly. He waited, watching and hoping for her acceptance.

Foxxy knew she’d put in a great performance this week, and that he would have to pay more if she became intimate; and that usually took the shine off. Anyhow, as nice as he was, he was too nice and too old for her. He was fairly good looking, had been nice company, behaved well and looked after her all week, but he was a client. And after all, the number one rule according to Eddie was, ‘Don’t give more than you’re paid for’. The number two rule (her rule), ‘Do not fall in love with a client,’ was usually easy to follow. Foxxy knew that with Gregory there was no chance of that happening, so not worth the risk of breaking the number one rule, or any rules for that matter. Not that she had any interest in falling in love with anyone. Look after