Chapter One
As soon as she heard the knock at the door she knew who it was. Hardly anyone ever
knocked at her front door nowadays, it could only be the debt collector. She had fallen
behind with her payments again, her waitressing job barely covered her living expenses,
let alone anything else.
She knew she had to answer it. If she did not he would call back and then he would want
more money for the inconvenience. As she padded towards the door still in her dressing
gown she could not believe she had let herself get into this mess. Why on earth she had
not gone home after university like so many of her friends she did not know. Now it was
too late, she was up to her neck in debt and ever further in lies. Everyone thought she
had made it, that she was living the dream down here in the big smoke. Not waiting tables,
washing pots and dealing with loan sharks.
Her hand began shaking as soon as she started to turn the key in the door. She didn’'t
even have enough cash to cover the interest. Andy was not a man who suffered fools
gladly--he had a reputation to keep, a reputation built in fear and Amanda was afraid. She
owed him eighteen thousand pounds now, six months ago she had only owed him five , but she
had not been able to make the payments and the debt had grown.
As she opened the door to the gloomy morning she was once again shocked at the sheer
size of the man. He was huge. Wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, he looked almost causal
and friendly, but his expression was not. His piercing blue eyes bore into Amanda’'s as
soon as they met hers.
"Morning, Amanda," he greeted her, a wide cold smile on his thick lips.
"Andy," she replied her hear pounding in her throat, she stepped back into the hallway
to allow him to enter. Andy did not like doing his business on the doorstep. "Look, I’'ve
had a hard week, I meant to call you," she started, although she knew her words were
spoken in vain.
"Yeah, right," he sneered closing the door behind himself.
In the small narrow hallway he looked massive. The size of his frame blocked all the
natural daylight that normally filled the space. "I don’'t like to be kept waiting,
Amanda," he sneered, "and at the moment I seem to be waiting all the time for you."
He brought his hand up to the collar of her white toweling dressing gown. She felt
herself flinch as soon as he touched the fabric. Stepping forwards he was now almost upon
her. With her back to the wall, the closed door to her left and Andy directly in front of
her Amanda was trapped. "I don’'t like waiting, girl, you should know that. It makes a man
frustrated."
He brought his hand down from her collar, tracing her sternum his fingers now touched
her bare flesh. Now both his hands were on her, his right one her chest and his left on
her waist, blocking her only access. She moved her head to one side and closed her eyes,
at least he was not being violent. Andy had a reputation for violence--many men bore the
scars of his anger on the streets of inner city London.
His left hand dropped down between her legs. He used his thick powerful wrist to push
her legs apart. Her dressing gown had fallen open and she now stood there providing Andy
with a full frontal view of her nakedness. He brought his massive head down to her
shoulder and began to kiss her gently, whilst his right hand squeezed at her left breast.
"No Andy," she begged. "I’'ll get the money, I swear I’'ll get the money."
Roughly he rammed his fingers inside her vagina. She was embarrassed to discover she
was so wet. She was being turned on and repulsed at the same time.
"Andy, stop, I’'ll get the money for you next week. Honest I swear, please don’'t do
this," she begged, her eyes still closed.
"How?" He brought his head up from her shoulder. She could smell the stale tobacco on
his breath.
"I’'ve got an interview tomorrow. I’'ll get the job, I swear, and then I can pay you."
"Well," Andy sneered "That’'ll take care of next week but what about today?"
He stepped back and smiled at her. Amanda knew that she had lost. Nothing she said
would deter him. She had been here before with Andy. She lifted her face to meet his gaze.
How she had grown to hate that face.
"You know what to do," he sneered.
Amanda felt her stomach tighten, and that familiar sickening feeling in the pit of her
belly.
"On you knees bitch," he snarled. For a second Amanda stood defiant. What would he do
if she refused?
She soon found out. She had not seen him coming. For a big man he moved quickly. His
hand was in her hair at the back of her head, pulling hard.
"Andy, please," she begged as he twisted her air pulling it tighter. "Please, you’'re
hurting me." She began to sob; the pain and the fear were so intense.
"I want to hurt you. There is only one thing that will stop me hurting you, you bitch.
Now get down on your fucking knees and suck my cock." His face was close to hers now and
she could smell the stale stench of his warm breath, and feel the splatter of his spit on
her face.
Still with his hand in her hair she sank to her knees before him. She felt the damp
dirty carpet under her knees and instantly felt sick. With his free hand he quickly undid
his flies. The familiar smell of stale piss and spunk filled her lungs causing her to gag
involuntarily. Andy laughed deep in his throat.
"Now suck you bitch."
His cock was hard and thick in front of her. She opened her mouth and placed her lips
on the end. Andy pulled her face onto his cock and rammed it deep inside her mouth. She
tried to pull back, but her brought both this hands to each side of her face and held her
there. She placed her own hands on his thighs to try to put some distance between his body
and the rest of hers. She could not move and she dare not struggle now. Without mercy he
rammed his cock into her mouth again and again. She tried to gain some control, to slow
the pace by blocking her mouth with her tongue but it did not work. He just continued to
fuck her face.
Mercifully Andy came quickly. He rammed his cock as far down her throat as he could and
shot his load into her mouth. She felt his muscles tighten and heard his breath quicken as
he cried "Take that you fucking bitch."Amanda gagged, she thought that she was going to
suffocate for a moment, as his warm salty spunk slid down her throat. He kept her there
for a few seconds before he pushed her backwards to the floor.
"Always a pleasure, Amanda." He sneered. "Eighteen grand is a lot of money. If you
don’'t pay me one-way, you will another. Do you understand?"
Amanda nodded; she could feel a sob swelling in her chest. Had it come to this?
"I’'ll be back next week for double. I’'ll be bringing Mike; if you don’'t give double
this week’'s amount we’'ll be giving you double. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She understood clearly. She felt crushed.
As the door slammed shut, leaving Amanda alone once again in her hallway, slumped on
the ground, she finally letting out the cry of pain she had been fighting so hard to
suppress. She sat there for most of the remainder of the day, trying to find a way out of
her situation. There was only one-- she had to get that job.
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