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Author’s note.
Creating in a vacuum is hard. If you like (Or hate 🙂 ) anything in this story then please let me know. I would love to hear from you and hear your thoughts. Emails or comments are very welcome.
I’d like to say a huge thanks to AwkwardMD, for all of her support. Also, thank you to voyeur73x and thegoofyproofreader for reading this and providing valuable notes and feedback. This one has been 11 months in the edit pile, so I hope you enjoy.
Maria 2024
“All I’m saying is that If you could afford to go to Tenerife for a week with your friends, then you can afford to pay me a bit of rent,”
“Oh fuck off, mum,” Emily-Sue said under her breath and continued tearing through her drawers, looking for her work polo shirt.
Emily Sue and her mum didn’t get along; they lived in a small terraced house with her mum’s new boyfriend and her baby half-brother.
Things had been better before the new boyfriend came along; back then her mum had even referred to them as more friends than mother and daughter. That felt like ancient history and Emily-Sue wondered if her mum saw her as a threat.
“Where is my work shirt?” Emily-Sue said in frustration.
“I don’t know; where did you last have it?”
“I put it in the laundry basket before I went away,” Emily-Sue said.
“Have you done any laundry since then?”
“No, you told me not to use the machine,” Emily-Sue said.
“Then, I expect you’ll find it’s still there.”
“Mum, that was dirty, and I need that for work; I’m already late.”
Emily-Sue raced to the laundry basket on the landing and turfed it out; there at the bottom was her work polo shirt. It was still in the ball she’d curled it into in an attempt to hide the dried cum and saliva that was on it.
“Fuck,” Emily-Sue snapped, pulling it out and seeing how nasty the stain was.
“What did you get all over that?” Her mum asked, appearing over her shoulder.
“Ice cream,” Emily-Sue lied. She was not about to tell her mum that it was from when her dealer, Kev, had forced himself so deep into her throat that she’d coughed a whole load of cum and spit over herself. Nor was she going to mention that the bag of Ketamine that he’d given her had proved very popular with the girls in Tenerife.
“You need to sponge it out,” her mum said.
Emily-Sue moved to the bathroom sink and started gently sponging out her top.
“So, rent? I don’t think £200 a month is too much to ask.”
“Is your boyfriend going to pay rent too?”
“No.” Her mum said flatly.
“Well then.”
“Emily-Sue, if you live under this roof, you’ll have to start paying your way and stop ordering so many clothes, holidays, and nights out.”
Right there in front of her mum, Emily-Sue pulled off her vest top deliberatley showing the unhealed bruises the random guy on the beach had given her. She knew her mum would notice.
“Have you got a boyfriend?” her mum asked as Emily-Sue pulled on her wet top.
“No, Emily-Sue replied, knowing it would upset her mum; it felt good to hurt her.
Before her mum could reply, Emily-Sue bounded down the stairs and left.
The little corner shop where she worked wasn’t far, so she wouldn’t be too late.
X
“I think you’ve got something on your shirt,” the little old lady said as she passed a handful of change over the counter to Emily-Sue.
“I know, it didn’t get washed whilst I was away,” Emily-Sue said, acting like it was perfectly normal to have a significant cum mark on her work uniform.
Emily-Sue looked at the old ladies change and could see it wouldn’t cover the items in her basket. So she scanned the bread and the eggs but deliberately didn’t scan the milk, making a mental note to buy one later to make up for the difference.
“You had fun then, even if you didn’t get a tan.”
“The sun hates us gingers,” Emily-Sue said with a smile. Then she looked again at the shopping. The old lady typically only brought enough for herself, but today, there was more than usual. Are you having a party?”
“Oh yes,” the old lady said, instantly brightening up. My great-grandson is coming up for a visit; I’ve been saving for this. I’ve got him chocolates, and I really want to spoil him. I remember my Grandmother spoiling me when I visited her; even though she didn’t have much money, she still made me feel special.”
Emily-Sue smiled at the old lady, “I’m sure he’ll feel special.”
Emily-Sue loaded everything into the bag and tested the weight, “How are you going to carry all this?”
“Oh; I only live around the corner.”
“Let me help you,” Emily-Sue said, “You’ll never be able to manage this.”
“I can’t let you do that,” the old lady protested.
“I insist,” Emily-Sue said. “As you said, you only live around the corner.”
The old lady smiled.
“Let me just go and tell Mr Patel that I’m going out for a moment.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Mr Patel was sitting in the tiny box cupboard that served as an office. With all the CCTV and EPOS computers, the room seemed to have more screens than wall space. Yet with all the technology Mr Patel was buried in old fashioned paperwork, mostly documents with holes running up either side.
Emily-Sue had worked for Mr Patel since she was sixteen. He was consistent and stable, something that the rest of her life lacked. She had no idea how old he was; he could have been anywhere from forty to sixty. He was short, balding, and had a huge moustache that hung down over his lip. That said, apart from when he was in his office, he was always smiling and happy. The shop was his life’s work, and he took his duty of serving the community seriously.
“I’m just going to walk a customer back to her house. It’s the old lady that comes in all the time. Also, she was short about three quid on her shopping, but I’ll cover that. And I’ll take this as my twenty-minute break, okay?”
“Okay, that’s very good. Be quick.” Mr Patel said, “I have hours to do here; the suppliers are punching my balls hard.”
“Busting, Mr Patel. It’s busting your balls, not punching.”
Emily-Sue skipped out and found the old lady waiting by the counter.
As they left, Emily-Sue didn’t notice the two youths wearing hoodies that slipped into the store.
X
Emily-Sue laughed when she saw the picture on the wall, “For some reason, I thought your Great-Grandson would be a kid.”
The boy, or rather the man in the photograph, was wearing a tuxedo outside a big hotel. He had thick blonde hair and a boyish smile. She could tell from his eyes that he was no innocent. He looked hot but out of her league, especially if he was in University.
“He is still a kid,” the old lady said.
“He looks older than me.”
“You are just a kid, too,” the old lady said with a knowing smile.
“You got me on that one,” Emily-Sue smiled, “So where do you want me to put this.”
“Just in the kitchen is fine,” the old lady said.
Emily-Sue nodded and walked through to the back of the house, to the kitchen. She found a mountain of washing up stacked up in the sink.
“What happened here?” Emily-Sue said.
“Oh, the helper that is supposed to come around hasn’t been around this week. I’ve done the best I can, but sometimes I get so tired standing at the sink. Please just ignore the mess. Pretend you didn’t see it. I used to keep the house spotless. Back when my Jim was alive, he’d be so sad if he saw it like this.”
“Look, let me do the washing up. It won’t take long,” Emily-Sue said quickly.
“Would you do that for me? Really? I can’t pay you or anything.”
“Don’t be silly; you are a regular.”
X
“Where were you?” Mr Patel said. The police still hadn’t arrived, Mr Patel’s lip was still bleeding and he was holding an ice pack to his head.
“I told you I was taking the old lady home. I promise I told you, honest.”
“Let me look at that,” Emily-Sue said, reaching for his cut head.
Mr Patel flinched away, and Emily-Sue backed off.
“There were only two of them, just kids. Just in hoodies, I could have stopped them if you were here. You’d have stopped them with me wouldn’t you?” Mr Patel said.
“I’m sorry, Mr Patel, I will help tidy up all this mess. I don’t mind staying until it’s done.”
Mr Patel didn’t say anything. Instead, he looked at the knocked-over display stands.
“I can ask around as well. Maybe see if I know anyone who did this?”
A police car pulled up outside, and Mr Patel looked away. She wasn’t sure he’d heard her.
“Ah, the Police are here. Will you explain to them what happened whilst I get CCTV?”
“The police don’t like me,” Emily-Sue said but Mr Patel had already gone. Emily-Sue sighed, straightened herself up, and hoped she didn’t smell of weed.
X
“Where were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago to watch your brother,” Emily-Sue’s mum yelled as she walked through the door.
“What? I.. you didn’t tell me that Mum.”
“I did. I told you last week.”
“I was on holiday last week, Mum,”
“Then the week before, either way, I told you. You knew. Now our date night is ruined, and he’s already gone off to the pub; he’ll probably be drunk by the time I get there. You know what he’s like when he gets drunk.”
“Mum, why don’t you leave him?”
The slap came so fast that her face was stinging before she even realised what had happened.
Emily-Sue straightened her head and looked up into her mum’s angry eyes.
“Will you stop going on about that? Imagine if he heard! I know you’ve never liked him.”
“Okay, fine,” Emily-Sue said in defeat, “Where is Reggie?”
“Upstairs on his Switch.”
“Shouldn’t he be asleep? He has school tomorrow.”
“I’ve been busy getting ready; you were supposed to be doing it.”
“Fucking hell, mum.”
“Hey EM-SU,” her little brother called from the top of the stairs with a huge smile. Emily-Sue’s heart melted a little.
By the time Emily-Sue had climbed the stairs, her mother had gone.
X
“Thank you for looking after my GG the other day,” the stunningly handsome and familiar looking man at the counter said. He then handed Emily-Sue a box of chocolates.
“GG?” Emily-Sue said, then she remembered why she recognised him; he was the old lady’s Great-Grandson. The one in the tuxedo picture on the wall. “Oh right, right, yes… no… It’s fine. I hope you liked the chocolates she got you.”
“I haven’t liked that flavour since I was a kid, but I haven’t had the heart to tell her,” he said with a smile. “Anyway, she wanted me to get you flowers, but I figured you’d probably prefer chocolates given that you work here and stuff.”
“Flowers would have been fine too,” Emily-Sue added, doing her best not to take offence at his comment. “Everyone likes flowers.”
“You know, I’m sure I recognise you,” he said before looking at her with his head at an angle, obviously trying to rack his brains for where he knew her. It was a cute look, which made her answer even more certain.
“I know we’ve never met before.”
“So sure?” he asked.
“I never forget a face,” she said; it wasn’t true, but she’d heard it in a film or something, and it sounded good.
“Have you ever done any modelling, OnlyFans, or anything like that?” he asked.
“ME! Ha,” Emily-Sue laughed, “I’m not sure anyone would pay to see pictures of me.”
He didn’t laugh, though; he was lost in thought. “I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere.”
“I don’t think so, but maybe all of us gingers look alike,” she added.
He smiled and was about to speak when Mr Patel came in. “If you are not buying, you need to go. You are distracting Emily-Sue.”
Emily-Sue was about to say something about how she wasn’t very busy, but the handsome man spoke first.
“I’ll have a packet of John Player Specials then, but don’t tell my GG I smoke. I’m trying to quit anyway.”
Emily-Sue handed him the cigarettes and then took his payment.
Mr Patel came and stood by her and watched the man leave.
“You like him. I see it.”
Emily-Sue went bright pink.
“Did you ask around who stole our things?” Mr Patel asked.
“No, I am going to see someone on the way home.”
X
“Hey boys, look who it is! The best ginger cock sucker in all of Adamsdown. Here for another bag? Price will be going up for you. You’ll have to do my friends, too.”
“Knock it off, Kev,” Emily-Sue said, feeling her temper rise. “I only do men, not little boys. To be honest you are pushing my limits as it is.”
She aimed the later comment at the three boys hanging behind Kevin, the younger boys he hung around with to show off, the expendable ones who would do some of his deliveries for him.
Kevin was the local dealer. He was ugly inside and out. He had bad skin and a weasely look, which screamed that he was doing too much of his supply. He was, where he always was, in the playground in the park.
For some reason, the council had put the playground at the end of the park, hidden from the road by a small rise. A great idea if parents wanted privacy, an even better idea if drug dealers wanted a place to not be seen.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Got too good for yourself, have you? I’ll remember that when you next come asking for some product.”
“Did you have anything to do with the robbery at Mr Patel’s shop yesterday?”
“Hey, what do you think I am? A grass? You know snitches get stitches!”
Emily-Sue stood and put her hand on her hip. “So you are going to hit a girl?”
“I have before,” Kev said before turning and looking at his gang. They laughed on cue.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me? Look Kev, I know some stuff that you don’t want your gang to know. Do you want me to tell them who you were off to meet with last week?”
Kev shot Emily-Sue a look that sent a shiver of ice through her veins. There was no way that Kev would want anyone to know that he met with a Police Officer. Emily-Sue wasn’t even sure why he’d told her in the first place, but then men often chatted shit post-orgasm.
“You don’t want to make an enemy of me, Em-Su,” he said, deliberately using the name that Reggie, her brother, called her. The message was loud and clear.
“Get rid of your boys, and we can talk,” Emily-Sue said, forcing the fear of her brother’s safety back inside her. “I know you are good at making deals.”
The last sentence poked close enough to the truth that Kev backed off a little.
“Give me fifteen minutes, guys. Go see if any collections are needed,” Kev said.
X
Emily-Sue took off her coat and laid it on the ground behind the trees. She looked back at Kev, who was grinning at her assuredly.
“You sure you can handle this?” she asked him, wishing she felt as confident as she sounded.
“Sure you can take this?” he said lewdly, grabbing his cock through his grey joggers.
“Just get it over with,” Emily-Sue said as he approached her.
“You going to take those off then?” he asked.
Emily-Sue didn’t reply and unbuttoned the front of her shiny silver trousers to reveal the top of her cheap black thong.
He didn’t bend down to help her, just stood over her, feeling himself as she pulled down her trousers just enough.
“And those tits, I want to see those tits.”
“I could tell them all that you are an informant,” she said, glaring at him.
This time, he moved, and he grabbed her throat hard, hard enough that she gasped. “Expect that you aren’t brave enough, cause you know that I’m working for someone, and you also know that you are the absolute bottom of the food chain around here; no matter how good you think you might be, you are just a slut who gives blowies for baggies.”
Emily-Sue gasped at him, unable to speak. Then he let go of her throat, and in the time it took him to rub her neck once, he’d lifted up her top, wrenched her bra down and exposed her tits to the cold evening air.
Her nipples hardened.
“I fuckin’ love ginger tits; you can barely see where your nipple ends. You fucking freak,” he said.
Then his cock was inside her. She wasn’t ready at all, but he wasn’t big.
She didn’t have to do anything; so she lay back and wished it was over.
She didn’t want him to cum inside her, but she knew she didn’t have any choice. So she didn’t give him the satisfaction of asking him not to. She wouldn’t give him that.
Thankfully, it was over quickly.
X
She was convinced that she smelt of cum when she walked back into Mr Patel’s shop with a rucksack full of the most high-value items. She felt disgusting, and more than anything else, she wanted a shower, a long shower.
“You.. you got it back. And it’s not been opened or damaged. “Mr Patel said in astonishment as he looked at the rucksack full of his stock.
“Not all of it, but some of it,” Emily-Sue said, pleased that Mr Patel seemed happy. It almost made it worth it.
“Will they come back?” Mr Patel said.
“I don’t know. I hope not,” Emily-Sue said. Kev hadn’t given her names, even though he said he would. He’d just told her where to find the higher-value stuff that had been dumped. She knew that would be worth more to Mr Patel than any half-hearted effort by the British justice system.
“Thank you so much, Emily-Sue,” Mr Patel said. He was already putting everything back on the shelves.
X
“Emily-Sue, is it true?” her mum yelled through her bedroom door.
Emily-Sue’s blinked her eyes open into the bright light, her head hurt.
She hadn’t had a shower when she got back and had instead worked her way through the case of Alcopops, which Mr Patel had given her as a reward. Alcopops for what she’d done? It didn’t seem fair. It wasn’t Mr Patel’s fault. He wasn’t to know that she’d let Kev fuck her behind a tree in the park. It wasn’t as if she’d even asked for a reward, but somehow the case of drink, for what she’d done, made her feel worthless.
But not as worthless as her mother was about to make her feel.
She had barely opened her eyes when her mother shoved her phone in her face. On it was a blurry video, but Emily-Sue recognised the park, her coat, and even her high-top trainers.
“Is that you?” her mother snarled angrily.
Emily-Sue wasn’t given a chance to reply.
“Is that you, being fucked by that nasty Kev Smith guy in the park?”
“What?” Emily-Sue said, trying to think quickly to make up a lie. “Where did you get this?”
“One of my boyfriend’s friends sent it to me. And where did all this Smirnoff Ice come from? Is this what he gave you? Is this what you sold yourself for?”
“Mum..” Emily-Sue began.
“It is you…” her mum’s voice went up another octave. “You’re wearing the same clothes. Emily-Sue, how could you?”
“Ma… Ma,” came Reggie’s voice; he was standing in the doorway.
Her mother ignored him.
“Go to your room, Reggie,” Emily-Sue said as calmly as she could whilst holding back tears of injustice.
“You’ll come and play Mario Cart with me?” Reggie asked.
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Emily-Sue said quickly, waiting until Reggie was gone before turning to look at her mother.
“Mum, that’s not me, I swear,” Emily-Sue said.
Luckily, Emily-Sue saw the slap coming and moved her head back just out of the way. However, her mother closed the gap and grabbed a handful of ginger hair, dragging her to her feet.
“You are just like your father, a no good piece of shit; I should never have kept you on after he left; you know his mother wanted you. But I thought I could raise you properly. Some fucking hope that was. There was never any hope. You come from a long line of useless ginger sluts. One slut after another, all of you no good..”
Emily-Sue gaped at her mother, not sure what to say. She was not sure how anyone could be so hurtful. Tears came to her eyes, and she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach.
“I’m going out. When I get back I want you and all of your stuff gone. Anything you leave here, I’ll throw out.”
“Mum…” Emily-Sue whined.
“Don’t you mum me… you are no daughter of mine.”
“What about Reggie? “
But if her mum heard, she didn’t stop to look back. Emily-Sue heard the front door slam and collapsed on her bed, crying.
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