Mathew was in the second week of his new job, working as a gas meter reader in the Birmingham area, following his dismissal from his previous two jobs for bad time keeping. But this time he was determined to make this work and move up in life and even get his own flat, as soon as he could afford it. At twenty-two years old he hated still living at home with his mother and was frequently mocked for it by his mates from school, who had mostly gotten careers and apartments of their own. But Matty felt this all changing now as he drove around a pleasant suburban neighbourhood taking down meter readings in his little black book, before moving on to the next street and doing the same all over again.
That was until he did something very silly whilst reversing the van supplied to him, to get him from one area to another. Whistling happily to himself he daydreamed in the warmth of the sun as he slammed the gear into reverse. Suddenly there was a loud crunching sound behind him. Looking through the mirror now for the first time he could see a shiny black Mercedes tight up behind his van with a furious looking woman sitting in the driver’s seat, together with another shocked looking woman sitting beside her. Turning off the engine and quickly getting out Matthew went back to see the damage only to be faced with a barrage of swearing abuse from the blonde woman who had also gotten out of her car and was looking at the damage.
“You stupid man,” she yelled at him in the street as he struggled to find the words to apologize for not looking in his mirror.
Matty knew it was his fault and could see his new job vanishing before his very eyes. Yes he had reversed into the Mercedes, but the damage was minimal and he was amazed at the overreaction of this woman before him.
That is when the other woman got out of the car, surveyed the damage and said calmly, “You’d better come inside the house and discuss what we are to do about the damage you have caused. I live just three doors up.”
Recognizing the situation he was in and wanting to get off the street and out of others view Mathew moved his van to the side and followed the Mercedes as it pulled up a long driveway. Waiting outside the front door full of apology he suddenly realized how gorgeous the two ladies approaching him were. The driver of the car was a fiery Redhead wearing a black top, short black skirt and knee high black leather boots. Her friend the calmer one of the two was dressed mostly in white apart from her high-heeled black ankle boots that clicked on the driveway as she stepped purposefully toward him. The door was opened and Matthew was beckoned inside.
Standing alone in the doorway the two women went through to another room where he could hear the odd word being said as part of a heated conversation. Something about “could have some fun with him” and “making him pay in another way,” whatever that meant. The fact was, Matthew was a young athletic lad who’s glances towards the two women had not gone unnoticed, and now they were returning with wicked thoughts in their minds.
“Right,” said the Redhead, “ I have talked to my friend and we have decided we are not going to report you to your manager. Instead, we are going to make you pay for your carelessness in another way.”
Matty just smiled, nervously glancing a little too often towards the floor at the words that he had just heard. Matthew lifted his head and said, “ I am really sorry and if there is anything I can do to make it up to you I will.”
Those are the words that he was to come to regret as the whole atmosphere in the room changed very rapidly.
“You are a FUCKING PATHETIC MALE and we are going to make you PAY for the damage with your servitude,” barked the redhead. “Now GET DOWN on your hands and knees you SCUM and crawl through into my lounge.”
