TINA ON THE CHAV ESTATE (PART 1)
Tina climbed into the cab, she was late, the studio party was at eight, it was seven forty, "fuck....I'm never on time," she said under her breath, she didn't want to go, she hated these parties everyone sucking up to the bosses, kissing arse for a few more lines.
"Just gotta make a slight detour darling...okay?" The cab driver said leaning back in his seat, "alright, you won't be to long will you" replied Tina taking a quick look at her watch,
"Course not love, just gotta drop something off at a mates, you stay in the motor okay it's a bit rough round here"
Tina suddenly realized they were of the main road in some council estate, "is this the woodlands?" She asked wiping the damp from the window, the driver didn't answer,
"'oh...is it," she shouted trying to pull open the window between the two of them,
"Alright girl, I'm gonna be in and out in five minutes,"
The cab stopped before Tina had chance to reply, "five" he said raising his five fingers as he got out of his cab.
She wiped the window again trying to see the house he went into, most of the street lights were broke making it hard to see through the dark, five minutes had gone then ten....she reached in her bag her hand trying to find her phone....panic... She couldn't find it...she tipped the bag contents on the back seat, "fuck, fuck," no phone, purse, lighter, lipstick, no phone, hair brush, no phone....... Panic, Tina didn't know this part of town, just the stories she was told by other people, the gangs, d**g dealers, prostitution.
She opened the door and peaked out, the night had turned cold the drizzle rain and wind pushing the heavy taxi door back in on her, she was getting worried now he'd been gone a long time, "stay or go?" She kept churning the question around in her head, "he could be in there all night, where ever there was? She had no idea which house or flat, fuck! Fuck, "
The bang made her scream, her hands suddenly covering her mouth and ducking down on the back seat, "what the fuck....... I can't believe this.....fucking shit," she whispered to herself, shacking, grabbing her bag she pushed her belongings back in, "fuck....fuck" under her breath, "any minute I'll hear a police siren, there gonna be here and I'll get out of here...,people report gun shots.... Know one hears that and does nothing....do they?.....maybe here they don't do that," she thought "maybe round here it's normal......maybe it wasn't a gun shot," she waited for a few minutes then sat up again, it was almost silent except for the spits of rain on the window Tina could feel her heart beating hard in her chest it was now or never! the rain had slowed, and the driver now gone for over half an hour wasn't coming back, "fuck it" she said grabbing her bag she climbed from the cab into the wet night.
Dressed in white tight leggings, red high heels, a cropped T-shirt and black cotton jacket she was soaking wet by the time she reached a phone box at the corner of the road, fumbling for coins she pushed the fifty pence into the slot and dialed the number, she couldn't remember the last time she used a pay phone, it must have been years, there was a dial tone, she was sure.....she listened closer, sticking a finger in one ear..."fucking shit, fuck...." She slammed the phone down on its holder, "don't fucking believe this shit...fuck!"
She looked up and down the street, tall nine or ten story flats on one side with house's on the other, it was so quiet, probably the rain she thought, remembering when the cab turned into the road there was a shop on the corner, she headed for it.
Pushing open the shop door she entered the shop, dripping onto the clean bright floor, the shop was a dump, a tiny counter near the door, wooden shelves half filled with cheap beans and an assortment of other canned foods, one loaf of bread, a huge paper rack mostly filled with porn magazines of every description, "just coming" a voice from the side door, Tina had a quick look at some of the titles Razzle, Barley Legal, UK Slut's, that one had a free DVD, "which one you want my love" the grubby shopkeeper asked, Tina turned, "it's okay I'm just after a phone, can I use yours? I'll pay for the call, I'm sort of stuck" the grubby man sipped at his drink staring at Tina, "you buy something and you can use phone, what about nice blue magazine, I seen you looking naughty, naughty....five pounds that one...nice young pussy, you like pussy or cock? I have plenty cock magazines?" He laughed, Tina felt herself blushing, "you dirty old fucker....I bet your a Muslim ain't you, you shouldn't be talking like that, I'll buy one okay, then I can use your phone?"
"Yes, yes then you use phone, now which one?" He smiled standing up at the counter getting a better look as Tina turned back to the rack, her tight leggings were now almost see through they were so wet, she spotted her reflection in the shop mirror, her tight red g-string showing clearly,as she bent down the grubby man had a clear view of her tight panties, his dick straining in his pants as she flicked through the filthy magazines, "that's a good one....there in the corner" he pointed, wanting her to bend over more, Tina picked it up after giving him a treat, letting the red damp knickers ride up, she knew what the dirty old creep wanted, "I'll take that one and twenty Benson's please" she pulled a twenty pound note from her purse. "Naughty, naughty free DVD, with this one, I put it on ye, make sure it's working" he said ripping it from the cheap cardboard sleeve, "okay then can I use the phone",
" ye, ye make sure it works, ye, long way to bring it back, bet you live nice area, long way for refund" he laughed, "come.....come, you get dry in here....then check DVD.... Come," he moved from the counter to where Tina was standing "come....nice and warm" Tina was cold, her legs were shaking now the rain had soaked her clothes, "alright, thank you but you behave," she replied as she walked behind him into the store room feeling herself warming up almost immediately.
She sat on a big living room style chair looking around there was more stock in this room than the shop, racks of can goods, thousands of pounds worth of drink from vodka to beer, and of course another huge stock of porn magazines and DVDs, the owner pushed her disc into the player turning on the big Samsung TV that was sitting on top of a crate of beans "something warm to drink? He asked handing her a towel, she took it wiping her sodden hair and face, taking of her coat she could feel the damp in her bra the T-shirt was drenched her shitty cotton jacket keeping none of the rain out. opening the cigarettes she lit one, rubbing her hands against the chair trying to warm them, ''okay if i smoke?''
''MMM'' he replied,
" I'll have a glass of that vodka and orange" Tina replied as the film started,
"Just gotta make a slight detour darling...okay?" The cab driver said leaning back in his seat, "alright, you won't be to long will you" replied Tina taking a quick look at her watch,
"Course not love, just gotta drop something off at a mates, you stay in the motor okay it's a bit rough round here"
Tina suddenly realized they were of the main road in some council estate, "is this the woodlands?" She asked wiping the damp from the window, the driver didn't answer,
"'oh...is it," she shouted trying to pull open the window between the two of them,
"Alright girl, I'm gonna be in and out in five minutes,"
The cab stopped before Tina had chance to reply, "five" he said raising his five fingers as he got out of his cab.
She wiped the window again trying to see the house he went into, most of the street lights were broke making it hard to see through the dark, five minutes had gone then ten....she reached in her bag her hand trying to find her phone....panic... She couldn't find it...she tipped the bag contents on the back seat, "fuck, fuck," no phone, purse, lighter, lipstick, no phone, hair brush, no phone....... Panic, Tina didn't know this part of town, just the stories she was told by other people, the gangs, d**g dealers, prostitution.
She opened the door and peaked out, the night had turned cold the drizzle rain and wind pushing the heavy taxi door back in on her, she was getting worried now he'd been gone a long time, "stay or go?" She kept churning the question around in her head, "he could be in there all night, where ever there was? She had no idea which house or flat, fuck! Fuck, "
The bang made her scream, her hands suddenly covering her mouth and ducking down on the back seat, "what the fuck....... I can't believe this.....fucking shit," she whispered to herself, shacking, grabbing her bag she pushed her belongings back in, "fuck....fuck" under her breath, "any minute I'll hear a police siren, there gonna be here and I'll get out of here...,people report gun shots.... Know one hears that and does nothing....do they?.....maybe here they don't do that," she thought "maybe round here it's normal......maybe it wasn't a gun shot," she waited for a few minutes then sat up again, it was almost silent except for the spits of rain on the window Tina could feel her heart beating hard in her chest it was now or never! the rain had slowed, and the driver now gone for over half an hour wasn't coming back, "fuck it" she said grabbing her bag she climbed from the cab into the wet night.
Dressed in white tight leggings, red high heels, a cropped T-shirt and black cotton jacket she was soaking wet by the time she reached a phone box at the corner of the road, fumbling for coins she pushed the fifty pence into the slot and dialed the number, she couldn't remember the last time she used a pay phone, it must have been years, there was a dial tone, she was sure.....she listened closer, sticking a finger in one ear..."fucking shit, fuck...." She slammed the phone down on its holder, "don't fucking believe this shit...fuck!"
She looked up and down the street, tall nine or ten story flats on one side with house's on the other, it was so quiet, probably the rain she thought, remembering when the cab turned into the road there was a shop on the corner, she headed for it.
Pushing open the shop door she entered the shop, dripping onto the clean bright floor, the shop was a dump, a tiny counter near the door, wooden shelves half filled with cheap beans and an assortment of other canned foods, one loaf of bread, a huge paper rack mostly filled with porn magazines of every description, "just coming" a voice from the side door, Tina had a quick look at some of the titles Razzle, Barley Legal, UK Slut's, that one had a free DVD, "which one you want my love" the grubby shopkeeper asked, Tina turned, "it's okay I'm just after a phone, can I use yours? I'll pay for the call, I'm sort of stuck" the grubby man sipped at his drink staring at Tina, "you buy something and you can use phone, what about nice blue magazine, I seen you looking naughty, naughty....five pounds that one...nice young pussy, you like pussy or cock? I have plenty cock magazines?" He laughed, Tina felt herself blushing, "you dirty old fucker....I bet your a Muslim ain't you, you shouldn't be talking like that, I'll buy one okay, then I can use your phone?"
"Yes, yes then you use phone, now which one?" He smiled standing up at the counter getting a better look as Tina turned back to the rack, her tight leggings were now almost see through they were so wet, she spotted her reflection in the shop mirror, her tight red g-string showing clearly,as she bent down the grubby man had a clear view of her tight panties, his dick straining in his pants as she flicked through the filthy magazines, "that's a good one....there in the corner" he pointed, wanting her to bend over more, Tina picked it up after giving him a treat, letting the red damp knickers ride up, she knew what the dirty old creep wanted, "I'll take that one and twenty Benson's please" she pulled a twenty pound note from her purse. "Naughty, naughty free DVD, with this one, I put it on ye, make sure it's working" he said ripping it from the cheap cardboard sleeve, "okay then can I use the phone",
" ye, ye make sure it works, ye, long way to bring it back, bet you live nice area, long way for refund" he laughed, "come.....come, you get dry in here....then check DVD.... Come," he moved from the counter to where Tina was standing "come....nice and warm" Tina was cold, her legs were shaking now the rain had soaked her clothes, "alright, thank you but you behave," she replied as she walked behind him into the store room feeling herself warming up almost immediately.
She sat on a big living room style chair looking around there was more stock in this room than the shop, racks of can goods, thousands of pounds worth of drink from vodka to beer, and of course another huge stock of porn magazines and DVDs, the owner pushed her disc into the player turning on the big Samsung TV that was sitting on top of a crate of beans "something warm to drink? He asked handing her a towel, she took it wiping her sodden hair and face, taking of her coat she could feel the damp in her bra the T-shirt was drenched her shitty cotton jacket keeping none of the rain out. opening the cigarettes she lit one, rubbing her hands against the chair trying to warm them, ''okay if i smoke?''
''MMM'' he replied,
" I'll have a glass of that vodka and orange" Tina replied as the film started,
9 years ago