Supermarket Sweep

Stacey stood in the cramped hallway of the flat she shared with her mother and brother and brushed her long brown hair. She was getting ready to meet her friends, hang out in the play park and watch the world go by, just like all the teenagers did every other evening after school in the estate. The front door crashed open and her older brother rushed in. He squeezed past her with a “Sorry Stace” and went into his room. Stacey could hear drawers and cupboards bang open and closed so she walked down the hall and peered into his room. He was stuffing his clothes and CDs into a bag.“What are you doing, shithead?”He barely acknowledged the insult and carried on throwing clothes into the holdall. Finally, he zipped it closed and went to walk past Stacey who blocked his way.“Where are you going?”“I need to get out of town. I fucked up. I owe guys some money and can’t pay it back. Tell Mum I’m sorry.”He gave her a peck on the cheek and pushed past, slamming the door behind him.Stacey ran out after him. She leant over the balcony.“You fucking prick. I’ll fucking kill you myself if you cause any trouble for Mum.”He glanced up, gave her the finger then disappeared.She walked back into the flat and shut the door behind her. She had only just picked up the hairbrush again when there was a loud knocking on the door. Through the reinforced glass, she could see the outline of three figures. She opened the door a crack and peered out.“Yeah?”Stacey looked at them. Two massive blokes and one slightly smaller one in the middle. The slightly smaller one in the middle did the talking.“Is Deek there?”“He ain’t in.”The words were hardly out of her mouth before the force of the door being flung open slammed her against the wall.“What the fuck?”“Shut up, you stupid slut.” He looked at the two blokes with him. “Search the flat.”He stood in the hall, not talking, just staring at her while the two men went quickly from room to room before announcing that he wasn’t in and it looked like he’d done a runner. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Stacey.“Any idea where he’s gone?”Stacey shook her head.“He didn’t say.”The man looked around the hall and picked up the wedding photo of Stacey’s mum in a cheap silver frame that sat on the telephone seat in the hall.“She was a real looker in her time. Shame. bahis şirketleri She’s really let herself go since your dad died.”The two blokes sniggered and agreed.“We’ll call back later when your Mum’s home. Your big brother has been a naughty boy and we need her to cover his debts.”Stacey went pale.“How much does he owe?”“Two grand, darling. And if she doesn’t have the money, then we’ll have to come to some alternative arrangement.”One of the heavies pointed to a more recent photo, the one of Stacey, her Mum, and Deek taken last summer on the beach at Margate.“It’ll take her a while to work off the two grand with a face like that.”“You can’t ask my Mum to pay Deek’s debts. She hasn’t any money.” She floundered for words. The man just shrugged.“You can’t ask my mum. She’s not well. The shock of Deek leaving will be bad enough. How are we supposed to find two grand? That ain’t fair.”“What do you suggest then?” He took two steps closer until he was in her face. “That you pay us instead?”Stacey tried to front it out.“Yeah!” The fake bravado was evident in the slight tremor in her voice.The man grinned as he glanced at his two companions. The three of them looked at her, running their eyes over her, appraising her like she was a piece of meat.“How old are you?”“I’m eighteen.” She faltered. “Well, almost. Will be next month.”“OK,” the man eventually agreed. “Come round to the house at nine o’clock tonight. You can leave tomorrow morning with the debt wiped clean. But if you decide to follow your brother, your mum will be paying off your debt as well as your brothers.”They traipsed out of the flat. He stopped at the door and stared into her eyes.“Oh, and wear something nice.”“Fuck.” Stacey collapsed against the door the second she closed it. Her heart was pounding. Just what had she got herself into? She knew running wasn’t an option. She also knew her mum couldn’t find out about any of this. She was on her own.She opened her wardrobe and emptied her knicker drawer onto the bed. Unlike a lot of her friends, Stacey didn’t dress like a skank. She preferred cropped tops and tracksuit bottoms to the body-hugging micro dresses that sluts like Kayleigh and Chantel wore.She wasn’t one for parties. She just wanted to pass her exams and get out of here. Fuck Deek. Why was he so fucking bahis firmaları selfish? He could just have taken his beating. Instead, as usual, he left her to clean up his mess. She looked through her clothes again before finally settling on a white sheer top and a black leather mini skirt.She selected a black push-up bra with lace trim. Her boobs were on the small side and she hoped they wouldn’t be too disappointed. She found a pair of black lace knickers that matched the bra and a pair of over-the-knee socks completed her outfit.She pulled her hair back into a high ponytail and put on eyeliner and lippy. She worked the brush into the contours of her face and felt a skin of confidence. It was like a mask or warpaint. It wasn’t her doing this, it wasn’t Stacey, it was some other skanky slut.At nine o’clock, she knocked on the door. A dreary-looking blonde with a scowl on her face opened the door. She jerked her head and indicated for her to go on in.Stacey walked into the living room. The three men from earlier were there along with an older man who appeared to be the man in charge. The woman who’d opened the front door joined them, closing the living room door and lighting a cigarette.The older man stood up and slowly walked around Stacey as she stood, hands clasped in front of her.“Jamie here tells me that Deek has done a runner. He’s very foolish but he’s a very lucky boy that he has a sister like you.”Stacey glanced up to look at him and noticed the woman was filming them on her phone.“Why’s she filming?”“She’s just making sure you are here of your own free will and haven’t been abducted or forced. We don’t want you running to the Police crying foul afterward.”Stacey swallowed and looked at the woman.“I ain’t been kidnapped or forced. It was my decision to come here. Just promise that you’ll leave my Mum out of it. She can’t know any of this.”The man shrugged as he ran his fingers up Stacey’s arm.“No problem.”She shuddered at his touch but steadied herself and bit her bottom lip as she watched him. His finger traced a line across her collarbone then tilted her jaw up, forcing her to look into his eyes. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, smearing the lip gloss.“Do you know what I love, Stacey?”She slowly shook her head, His thumb was still pressed against her kaçak bahis siteleri lip and she could feel the lip gloss rubbing against his thumb as she moved her head from side to side.“I love it when a girl is all done up, make-up done to perfection, eyeliner and lipstick slathered on. They all look so pretty.”He flicked his thumb back, away from her mouth as he moved his hand around to the back of her head, fingers snaked over her long dark hair. With a sharp tug of her ponytail, he snapped her head back and forced her down onto her knees.“It makes ruining their faces so much more fun.”Stacey could see the bulge in the loose-fitting tracksuit bottoms. Fuck, she thought, before realising it was way too late to do anything about it.“Suck it, bitch.”With trembling fingers, she reached out and slowly pulled the bottoms down, easing the elasticated waist over his rapidly hardening cock. He wasn’t wearing any boxer shorts and his cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face. It was meaty enough looking. She held the shaft in one hand and leant in and ran her tongue around the purple mushroom head.“That’s it. That’s a good little whore.”He hadn’t released his grip on her hair and a tug or a twist of her hair guided her to suck, kiss, or lick where he wanted her to go. She was dimly aware that the woman was still filming on her phone but Stacey knew she was in no position to argue now.He barely gave her a chance to prepare herself before he pushed the cock into her mouth. She tried to relax, tried not to gag but it was no good. She choked and gagged anyway. Her eyes pleaded with him but it was only after she struggled that he finally released the grip enough for her to slide off his cock. She felt tears prickling the corners of her eyes and realised what he meant about ruining her face. As she gulped in the lungfuls of oxygen, he slapped his cock against her cheeks, wiping her drool over her face.Then he shoved his cock back into her mouth. This time, he was rougher, pressing her head down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She could smell stale sweat as she tried to swallow, to not gag as he pulled her hair and held her there. Her eyes watered, she couldn’t breathe. She struggled, making pleading noises until finally, he pulled her off him again.Again he wiped his cock over her face. This time the drool was slimier, phlegm-like and she could feel it sticking to her face. The men around them sniggered and commented on her lack of deepthroat skills while the man just pushed his cock in again.