April - From Teen To Street Hooker : Part 21
Chapter 7 - A Year Down The Line
I light up another cigarette and finish my drink. I always have to finish my drink. If not, she'll find out somehow. Then I'll get another beating. So...drink up, bitch.
I finish up, rinse out my glass and then head upstairs. Whilst I'm using the toilet I can hear Mark and Martika rutting away....
'..must be anal tonight..', I think to myself. 'She's flyin' the red flag..'
Whatever. I take my clothes off, put them on the nearby chair and get into my welcome bed. I fall asleep quickly. The perks of drinking a pint of vodka.
I get the early morning kick min the back and "Wake up, fucker!" from Martika and get myself out of bed. I'm used to this alarm clock by now.
I pull on my robe, use the toilet and head down for my customary breakfast - cigarettes, pint of vodka, toast and cocaine - as Martika is sorting out the kids and Mark for his going to work. She's a whirling dervish, as usual...in her workout clothes, still sweaty from her workout and taking a couple of lines of her 'incentive', as she calls it.. cocaine.
Mark sorted and out, giving me a customary hug...same with Jas and Miya...and a lingering kiss to Martika...before heading off to work...
...then the kids sorted. Martika throws on a coat and heads out the door, taking them both the short distance to their respective schools and nursery's. Then back. I hear the key go in the door.
I make a coffee for us both and Martika gets herself in the shower. Some 25 minutes later, she's back downstairs and we chat away.
I get a message on my phone. It's the hospital. Specifically, it's the 'Clap Clinic'. I phone them up, in front of Martika. Giving them my details, they ask me to come in for my prescription as I have been found to have gonorrhoea.
I'm shaking. Gonorrhoea? How? Then it hits me. I had unprotected sex with a couple of punters a few weeks back as I had run out of rubbers. How, I don't know, as I always carry more than enough. But here we are.
I tell them that I will pick up the prescription shortly and hang up the phone.
I turn and admit all this to Martika.
She is seething...and trying to calm herself down.
"Bitch, get yourself sorted. We have to pick up this prescription and get you fuckin' fixed up. You fuckin' idiot! You fuckin' waste of space."
I'm frightened, but I head up to shower and change...like I've done so many times before...like I will do again and again after this day. This is just a blip. My mistake. I won't be out earning tonight but I will be back fuckin' punters again after my treatment...and I'll be 'on point' and not fuck around. I'll never go with them without rubbers again. I've learned boo...
I've learned.
I shower, change into something slutty - my only wardrobe - fix my makeup and hair, pop on those pendants, bangles and rings...and I'm good to go.
Martika throws my cigarettes and lighter to me. I light up. I put on a newly bought denim jacket, grab my handbag and we're off out.
Martika is quite silent. I can tell she's seething.
We soon get to the clinic. She waits outside as I go in. I talk to the receptionist, she gets me to sit down. I'm waiting, like, 10 minutes 'fore someone comes out and asks me to follow them into a private room.
So, she gives me the lowdown. I've got gonorrhoea. It's not a life sentence, it can be treated...and treated quite easily. She wants to know who the individual was. I explain about the condom thing and that I didn't know who they - they - were. I said that I'd fucked around 5-6 punters in this time period that I went without rubbers. She's quite calm as she listens and nods.
She asks if this is just a one-off thing. I explained that I had many punters that particular time and that I had run out. I had learned to carry more. She accepts this. She tells me to have no more sexual contact with anyone for over two weeks. Two fuckin' weeks? Martika is gonna lose her shit!
I agree....get my prescription then head out. Meeting Martika at the doorway... she's lighting up, so I do too.
We head into town...to a different pharmacy this time...another queue...another waiting...another looking down on me from the pharmacist as she looks who's taken those drugs. Yep...that's me...the dirty girl all slutted up, looking like I've just worked my beat on the streets.
I pay...I take my items and leave...walking back home with Martika.
She gets online, looks at the treatment and how to take...and gets me to take the first tablet...
Then...she explodes.
THWAK! A huge slap around the face....then another slap.....then a punch in the face...
I am...reeling.
Another punch...this time...in the stomach...
I'm on the floor.
Then she starts kicking me.
"You fuckin' idiot! You fuckin' waste of space! What the FUCK were you thinking, bitch? I told you...I fuckin' TOLD you..."
More kicks...
I feel a crunch....I think she's broke my ribs! But...she keeps kicking.
"This is gonna cost me Five Fuckin' Grand! £5,000 bitch! You fuckin' waste of space. Get fuckin' up, cunt! You disgust me."
"I-I-I...can't." I stammer, in pain..
"Get up, cunt!" Martika barks..
"I-I-I...think I've broken something.." I trail off, nearly in tears...
"I don't give a shit, bitch. You deserve it. You displease me. You're a fuckin' waste of space. Now, get the fuck out of my sight..."
She gives me one last kick in the ribs. I start shaking and, somehow...I get myself of my knees...arm across my chest...pushing from the floor into standing. I feel like I'm nearly blacking out. My eyes are teary. This fucking hurts!
But...Martika doesn't care. I've displeased her. I've caused this. My stupid actions.
I go into the back room.
Martika is still fuming and mumbling to herself in the front....I've never seen her like this. And then...and then she slowly...very slowly....begins to calm down.
It takes ages. The pain is still there. So much pain. Like I've never felt before.
Martika give a short, sharp exhale of air...and she starts to talk.
"Give me your arm, cunt.."
..as I put out my right arm, Martika is getting the 'works' box down, and starts setting up the syringe and heating up the small packet of powdered heroin ...turning it into a liquid....filtered....loading up the syringe...tying me off at the elbow...and shooting me up.
It's a larger dose this time...I think to try and touch the pain and not just for recreational use. Whatever...the pain does fade somewhat. Not wholly away, of course, but enough so that I can start breathing again.
"Does that feel better?" She asks. I state that it does.
"Well, you don't fuckin' deserve it. Why the fuck would you shag a punter without a rubber? Especially now...and especially since I told you not to from the fuckin' start!"
"Five fuckin' grand, this'll cost me. So you're getting fuck all from me. Food? I'm gonna cut down on what the fuck you're gonna eat and drink. You selfish bitch."
"I'm not gonna have you sitting around idol either. I'll make sure you have shit that you'll have to do, or by god, I'll fuckin' break some more ribs."
My duties, now, are to look after the kids and keep them entertained. We meet them at their respective school and nursery and walk them home. Miya keeps trying to swing from my arm. That is so painful.
So, daytime...struggle out of bed, clutching my side, doing some H and feeling better...shower... changing... doing the washing up, ironing, hoovering - which is so fuckin' painful, boo - and just being a general dog's body.
I helped to pick up the kids and to go out, when Martika wasn't working, to collect the money.
Throughout? I was called a '...waste of space..' and a '..piece of shit..' from Martika. Mark? He was very caring. He was sad that his wife broke my ribs and attacked me like that. He didn't argue with her, as such, but did make his feelings known that he felt that it was too much.
End Of Part 21
I light up another cigarette and finish my drink. I always have to finish my drink. If not, she'll find out somehow. Then I'll get another beating. So...drink up, bitch.
I finish up, rinse out my glass and then head upstairs. Whilst I'm using the toilet I can hear Mark and Martika rutting away....
'..must be anal tonight..', I think to myself. 'She's flyin' the red flag..'
Whatever. I take my clothes off, put them on the nearby chair and get into my welcome bed. I fall asleep quickly. The perks of drinking a pint of vodka.
I get the early morning kick min the back and "Wake up, fucker!" from Martika and get myself out of bed. I'm used to this alarm clock by now.
I pull on my robe, use the toilet and head down for my customary breakfast - cigarettes, pint of vodka, toast and cocaine - as Martika is sorting out the kids and Mark for his going to work. She's a whirling dervish, as usual...in her workout clothes, still sweaty from her workout and taking a couple of lines of her 'incentive', as she calls it.. cocaine.
Mark sorted and out, giving me a customary hug...same with Jas and Miya...and a lingering kiss to Martika...before heading off to work...
...then the kids sorted. Martika throws on a coat and heads out the door, taking them both the short distance to their respective schools and nursery's. Then back. I hear the key go in the door.
I make a coffee for us both and Martika gets herself in the shower. Some 25 minutes later, she's back downstairs and we chat away.
I get a message on my phone. It's the hospital. Specifically, it's the 'Clap Clinic'. I phone them up, in front of Martika. Giving them my details, they ask me to come in for my prescription as I have been found to have gonorrhoea.
I'm shaking. Gonorrhoea? How? Then it hits me. I had unprotected sex with a couple of punters a few weeks back as I had run out of rubbers. How, I don't know, as I always carry more than enough. But here we are.
I tell them that I will pick up the prescription shortly and hang up the phone.
I turn and admit all this to Martika.
She is seething...and trying to calm herself down.
"Bitch, get yourself sorted. We have to pick up this prescription and get you fuckin' fixed up. You fuckin' idiot! You fuckin' waste of space."
I'm frightened, but I head up to shower and change...like I've done so many times before...like I will do again and again after this day. This is just a blip. My mistake. I won't be out earning tonight but I will be back fuckin' punters again after my treatment...and I'll be 'on point' and not fuck around. I'll never go with them without rubbers again. I've learned boo...
I've learned.
I shower, change into something slutty - my only wardrobe - fix my makeup and hair, pop on those pendants, bangles and rings...and I'm good to go.
Martika throws my cigarettes and lighter to me. I light up. I put on a newly bought denim jacket, grab my handbag and we're off out.
Martika is quite silent. I can tell she's seething.
We soon get to the clinic. She waits outside as I go in. I talk to the receptionist, she gets me to sit down. I'm waiting, like, 10 minutes 'fore someone comes out and asks me to follow them into a private room.
So, she gives me the lowdown. I've got gonorrhoea. It's not a life sentence, it can be treated...and treated quite easily. She wants to know who the individual was. I explain about the condom thing and that I didn't know who they - they - were. I said that I'd fucked around 5-6 punters in this time period that I went without rubbers. She's quite calm as she listens and nods.
She asks if this is just a one-off thing. I explained that I had many punters that particular time and that I had run out. I had learned to carry more. She accepts this. She tells me to have no more sexual contact with anyone for over two weeks. Two fuckin' weeks? Martika is gonna lose her shit!
I agree....get my prescription then head out. Meeting Martika at the doorway... she's lighting up, so I do too.
We head into town...to a different pharmacy this time...another queue...another waiting...another looking down on me from the pharmacist as she looks who's taken those drugs. Yep...that's me...the dirty girl all slutted up, looking like I've just worked my beat on the streets.
I pay...I take my items and leave...walking back home with Martika.
She gets online, looks at the treatment and how to take...and gets me to take the first tablet...
Then...she explodes.
THWAK! A huge slap around the face....then another slap.....then a punch in the face...
I am...reeling.
Another punch...this time...in the stomach...
I'm on the floor.
Then she starts kicking me.
"You fuckin' idiot! You fuckin' waste of space! What the FUCK were you thinking, bitch? I told you...I fuckin' TOLD you..."
More kicks...
I feel a crunch....I think she's broke my ribs! But...she keeps kicking.
"This is gonna cost me Five Fuckin' Grand! £5,000 bitch! You fuckin' waste of space. Get fuckin' up, cunt! You disgust me."
"I-I-I...can't." I stammer, in pain..
"Get up, cunt!" Martika barks..
"I-I-I...think I've broken something.." I trail off, nearly in tears...
"I don't give a shit, bitch. You deserve it. You displease me. You're a fuckin' waste of space. Now, get the fuck out of my sight..."
She gives me one last kick in the ribs. I start shaking and, somehow...I get myself of my knees...arm across my chest...pushing from the floor into standing. I feel like I'm nearly blacking out. My eyes are teary. This fucking hurts!
But...Martika doesn't care. I've displeased her. I've caused this. My stupid actions.
I go into the back room.
Martika is still fuming and mumbling to herself in the front....I've never seen her like this. And then...and then she slowly...very slowly....begins to calm down.
It takes ages. The pain is still there. So much pain. Like I've never felt before.
Martika give a short, sharp exhale of air...and she starts to talk.
"Give me your arm, cunt.."
..as I put out my right arm, Martika is getting the 'works' box down, and starts setting up the syringe and heating up the small packet of powdered heroin ...turning it into a liquid....filtered....loading up the syringe...tying me off at the elbow...and shooting me up.
It's a larger dose this time...I think to try and touch the pain and not just for recreational use. Whatever...the pain does fade somewhat. Not wholly away, of course, but enough so that I can start breathing again.
"Does that feel better?" She asks. I state that it does.
"Well, you don't fuckin' deserve it. Why the fuck would you shag a punter without a rubber? Especially now...and especially since I told you not to from the fuckin' start!"
"Five fuckin' grand, this'll cost me. So you're getting fuck all from me. Food? I'm gonna cut down on what the fuck you're gonna eat and drink. You selfish bitch."
"I'm not gonna have you sitting around idol either. I'll make sure you have shit that you'll have to do, or by god, I'll fuckin' break some more ribs."
My duties, now, are to look after the kids and keep them entertained. We meet them at their respective school and nursery and walk them home. Miya keeps trying to swing from my arm. That is so painful.
So, daytime...struggle out of bed, clutching my side, doing some H and feeling better...shower... changing... doing the washing up, ironing, hoovering - which is so fuckin' painful, boo - and just being a general dog's body.
I helped to pick up the kids and to go out, when Martika wasn't working, to collect the money.
Throughout? I was called a '...waste of space..' and a '..piece of shit..' from Martika. Mark? He was very caring. He was sad that his wife broke my ribs and attacked me like that. He didn't argue with her, as such, but did make his feelings known that he felt that it was too much.
End Of Part 21
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