A final meeting at the bus spot

Days later at a bus depot.

Tulip stood in the crowd with the rest of the women who took part in the tournament, except for the one known as Dominator, in their daily civilian clothes, all quiet and all thinking about what happened during the last days and what they did to each other and how turned on they were thinking about it.

Soon, each one slipped out with their luggage and the small amount of money that Megan gave them and took their bus home.

Soon, all there was left was Warrior and Tulip.

Both women hold each other hands.

“Well, this is my ride.”

Tulip nods her head, “Yeah, it is.”

“Thank you.” The Warrior says leaning to kiss Tulip on the cheek, “For setting us free.”

“No!” Tulip pulls Warrior in and kisses her on the lips, grabbing Warrior’s ass cheeks through her cut out shorts making the black woman jump a little bit as their tongues tied.

They broke apart and Tulip says, “Thank you for giving me something to fight for.”

Warrior smiled and walked off to her bus.

“Hey!” Tulip says, “I never got your name!”

The Warrior turns and yells, “It’s Taraji! It means hope!’

“Taraji.” Tulip whispers herself as she watches the fine ass of Taraji walks off to her bus.

“It’s not over you know.”

Tulip turns to see Megan coming out of the shadows with her nose bandaged, “Not by a long shot.”