This story is interracial and includes strong themes of male domination, prostitution and drug use. If they are a problem for you then give this one a miss. I have used some non-English phrases. Hopefully the context will explain them but I include a glossary just in case.
Ashewo - whore, Bakassi - butt, Brikito - British, Browsing -looking for sex,
Bushmeat - easy girl, Chickala - girl, Free Girl - prostitute, Get belly - pregnant,
Konji - horny, Naija - Nigerian, Oloomi - girlfriend, Oyibo - white person, Popori - fine, Puna - pussy, Runz Girl - high-class call girl, Sho belly - Half-shirt, Yash - butt
Commercial Road
PC Staniforth shifted his bulk in his chair and contemplated the list of paper-work to be completed. What a fucking waste of time. If you left it to him they'd not even bother patrolling the Commercial Road. Everyone knew where it was and everyone knew what went on there.
It wasn't like there were local residents to be harassed. It was all old units and warehousing and yards. Had been for ever - that name went back getting on for two hundred years. Its reputation went back about as long.
What were they meant to do? Run a clean-up campaign and round-up all the whores? The ACC had done that a couple of Boroughs across and - guess what - the girls and their 'handlers' had just turned up in a different street - this one with families living there. Women walking home or putting the bins out were being propositioned by the pervs. Fucking hell - didn't that dumb cunt of an ACC know anything?
At least their boss wasn't on some feminist crusade. He just made sure they made an appearance on the Commercial every now and then to keep things within limits. The girls over there knew the drill. Their car would arrive and the girls would 'disappear' for five minutes. They didn't mind - it let the bad johns know that they couldn't do just what they liked. At least that was the theory. It was still not a safe place to work.
The only time they ever had to pick someone up was when a john was off his head or a girl was a newbie, wet behind the ears. That was a sort of rite of passage for them - getting picked up and learning the ropes. They gave their names and paid their fine and got a criminal record that made them their pimp's for ever. If they hadn't been anyway. Pretty much all the pimps had a side-line in pharmacy.
Just his luck to pick up the dumb fucking slut he had. He should have known. Commercial Road wore down its work-force pretty quickly even if they had much to lose. Most didn't. They'd been working indoors until they were too strung-out or they pissed off their 'manager'. Then it was out onto the Commercial to take their chances and the longer they were there the worse those chances got.
This one didn't look worn down. Pretty in fact. Well that wouldn't last long. Those looks would just draw her a LOT of business and pretty soon they wouldn't be there any more. Then she'd be scrabbling for anything she could get just like all the rest of the Commercial girls.
Not that he cared - he'd been a Policeman long enough to know that was how the world worked. You accepted that sad fact or it ground YOU down.
No - what he cared about was the fact that this stupid little whore was refusing to give her name and address. What the fuck did she think she was going to achieve? Her colleagues paid their fines and were soon back out on the street, almost certainly out earning the money back. She was sat in the cells and he was facing ten times the paper-work. Fucking cunt! Well tomorrow morning if she kept up that game in front of the Stipendiary it'd be Contempt of Court and no-one to blame but herself. Up to two years and a potentially unlimited fine - she fucking deserved it making him fill in all these forms and reports. It wasn't like they wouldn't find out who she was soon enough. But that'd mean even more fucking forms and reports!
His phone rang and he picked it up. "Yes sir..."
Two Days Before
I had been on edge all day remembering what Levy had told me. Something of a testament to Levy that I was thinking about him rather than about the fact a woman had almost castrated me the night before. The thought drew a vision of Iyawa into my mind. In spite of everything I felt my cock start to thicken in my pants. She was so beautiful, so desirable, so dangerous. I thought about seeing her again and then thought about the price. My mind recoiled from it but my prick stayed hard. I tried to concentrate on my work.
'Buzzzzzzz.'
A notification. It seemed I was destined not to get much done that afternoon.
I picked up my phone and saw the message.
'This is what good girls get.'
A picture of a woman lying on her back on a bed in what looked like a cheap hotel room. A heavy-set and very dark-skinned man was on top of her, her big breasts pushed up against his chest. Their mouths were locked together, his dread-locks falling down to half-obscure her face as he fucked her. In the background were three more men, all Black, sat naked with beers and watching. Waiting their turn. A fifth man was just pulling on his trousers - it seemed he had gone first.
Another message - 'Getting this big-titty white bitch some more ink later to celebrate her joining my girls and starting to pay her way.'
For a moment I had thought it was Joanna, my wife's friend. Now I realised that it was not - it was another of Levy's recruits. Her reward for obedience was being turned out by Levy - being 'elevated' to the status of one of his many white whores. It made sense because Iyawa had a claim on Joanna and Iyawa was one of only two people I'd ever known Levy to show respect for. The other was the man he sometimes went to visit in the US. All this let me relax for a moment. Iyawa had an interest in my wife too. That might stay Levy's hand - at least for a while. I might still have time to get us out of this.
Then I remembered Iyawa's beautiful face and those mocking amber eyes. Hazel and Joanna were her 'pets' and while they amused her she might protect them. However, if they displeased her or, even worse, she grew tired of them then that protection would cease in an instant. She'd let Levy turn them out and she'd have no problem taking a healthy cut of the proceeds.
'Buzzzzzz.'
'This is what bad girls get.'
Another picture. This time it looked like a back-room, one like thousands of others across Levy's city. Blinds closed over the window and shadows behind those blinds. What were they? No furniture just a moth-eaten dirty carpet and on top of it a thin blanket. Fixed into the wall above it a thick metal ring.
'Guess who's on the naughty step?'
I knew what I'd see before I opened the picture but I dreaded it none the less. Even if Levy was playing games I hated to see it. I opened the picture with a mounting sense of defeat and dread.
It was as I expected. Hazel was naked, asleep on that thin blanket. A chain ran through the ring on the wall and down to where it was attached to the metal collar around her neck.
