He had a better idea and headed for the bus stop, hopped onto the 26 as soon as it pulled up. It was packed full of people and he was forced to stand up and hold onto an overhead rail. Luckily it would only be a short trip.
While he was waiting, he smiled at a little girl with pigtails and bright orange bows. She smiled back at him for a while but then turned to talk to her mommy.
Cute kid.
Sometimes Brad wished he’d had a child, but he’d never earned much money and the thought of having to spend the little he did have on another mouth to feed was too much for him to consider. Deep down, though, it was probably because he knew he would make a lousy father. He didn’t want to ruin a kid like his father had him.
The bus came to Brad’s stop and he leapt out onto the pavement. He was in a rough part of town; a housing estate full of low income housing and a dilapidated shopping centre. It would be frightening to most people, but not to Brad. He visited the area frequently.
He headed into a small corner shop and nodded to the owner, who nodded right back at him, giving him the permission he sought. At the back of the store was a door. Behind it was a flight of stairs. Brad headed up and went through the door at the top.
A familiar musky scent filled the air.
Sandy was behind the desk as always. She seemed to work all hours. Brad headed up to her and smiled.
“Mr Brad,” she said in her Nigerian twang. “What would you like today?”
Brad took out his wallet and paid her ￡150 for the full works. He needed to de-stress in a big way. “Everything, please.”
Sandy took the money and nodded subserviently. “You want Michelle?”
Brad chuckled. “Of course.”
“Second door on left.”
Brad headed into Michelle’s room and was instantly aroused to find her lying on the bed in a black and red negligee. Her petit Chinese figure was as alluring as ever. The thought of penetrating her orifices was enough to make Brad forget all of his worries.
“Hello, Brad,” she said seductively. “It has been a long time. More than a week, no?”
“I’ve been busy, sweetheart. Never stopped thinking about you for a minute, though.”
Michelle slunk down the bed towards him on her hands and knees. “You want my ass?”
Brad laughed. “Let’s just start with a blowjob.”
Michelle got to work. By the time Brad came, his semen was already infected.
WET WORK
Michelle had slept with seven men by the time her twelve hour shift had ended. She hurt all over.
At least now her shift was finished. She intended never to have another one.
I’ve finally taken as much as I can. No more sweaty men and their limp dicks.
Michelle had been brought to England against her will and made to do terrible things. She had spent the last six years being treated like a possession, leant out for money like a power tool or lawnmower. She could take no more.
At first she had resisted her situation, bit and clawed at the men until they beat her unconscious. But eventually she had broken, succumbed to their demands. The last couple of years she had behaved well enough that she had been allowed to live alone in a flat and go about her own business in the rare hours she was not working. That was why she would be able to do what she was planning to do. Nobody would know she was missing until tomorrow.
And by then it would be too late to stop her.
She went into the small kitchenette of her flat and switched on the kettle. A mug of black tea would help calm her nerves whilst she waited for what was to come. It might also get rid of her splitting headache and clear her blocked sinuses.
Any minute now, I’ll take that last step and there’ll be no going back. It will all be over.
There was a knock at the door. Michelle gripped the edge of the kitchen counter and took a deep breath.
Here goes.
She went and opened the door and let the man inside. He was tall and dark. Not what she had imagined. He was also wearing a suit, which she also had not expected.
“Michelle Lin?”