KERRY KATONA HARD TIMES PART 1
One hundred and twenty four grand! Fuck me! It can't be that fucking much, Kerry said out-load, waving the letter in the air 'Look, fucking look I'm never gonna pay this not in a million years, I got nothing coming in no music or television work, cunts the lot of um',
Four years earlier Kerry had been earning, really earning, she was the moneymaker for a string of failed relationships, now sitting in her half million pound house the good times where over, hundred and twenty four thousand to the tax man and the day before a mortgage payment of twenty thousand missed, again.
She looked around her large living room, the beautiful tiger rugs hanging from her walls, the pink deep pile carpet, black leather sofa, people had called it tacky and cheap, what did they know, those magazines they had no taste, no class like her. 'Gotta shave my cunt and legs in a bit, fucking itching down there,' she thought throwing the letter on the elephant foot coffee table.
'fuck, the milkman,' she shouted grabbing her purse from the table the door bell waking her from her thoughts, the thoughts of her money troubles, as she opened the fake crocodile skin purse they were real again ten pounds and some copper.
'How much Frank ?' she asked knowing it was far more than she had, 'fifty two, eighty it's been a few weeks love,' 'bollocks, I've only got a tenner on me, haven't had chance to get to the cash-point yet,
'Dont worry love you get down there later, I'll pop back lunch time alright?
"Ye, okay thanks Frank, unless, wait there a second"
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Kerry pushed the big oak door back and disappeared inside slipping her pajama bottoms off leaving her blue and red top on, "give him a quick look, nothing wrong with it," she said to herself under her breath,
"Frank I'm gonna be honest I can't pay, but you might find a use for this",
Looking up from his paying in book Frank gave a nervous cough as he looked directly at Kerry's hairy pussy.
"Sorry love I'm, er....married," his face getting red holding up his hand showing his wedding ring, "tell you what catch ya next week, ye, next week or the week after...... Whenever." Tripping almost falling Frank was gone. Kerry grabbed the milk and went back inside. "Can't even give it away now, fucking pesent didn't deserve my cunt anyway, who the fucks he anyway, a fucking milkman, wanker, probably a fucking homo anyway.....Cunt."
After taking a shower and shaving her pussy she decided to go for a walk, clear her head think about her money problems, after an hour of walking she had come to a conclusion, the only one really, there was no television, music or modelling work coming in, she had to get a job!
She felt like crying as she thought about it, where would you go to get one, who would employ her, she couldn't do anything involving the public! God no, serving food? Factory? Office work? Oh god she started trembling, can't do any of that. I'm not one of them people.
"Where the fuck am I"
"Alright girl, you lost," Kerry turned around, "well, sort of! where you going bit early for a fancy dress party? "Kerry replied,
"Cheeky cow, you looking for a problem... cuz I'll give you one"
"No, it's just your skirt, boots," as she replied Kerry realized the young girl was a prostitute, tiny denim mini skirt, thigh length leather boots, and black leather jacket.
"Sorry I didn't realize your a ..... a.."
"A what, a hooker, skank, prostitute you can say it bitch I ain't proud, pays my fucking bills don't it"?
"I'm sorry, really how much do you earn? Out here?" Kerry asked,
"Fuck all to do with you....I fucking know you, your that fat fuck from that shit band! What they called?...Atomic shitun ain't it"
"Kitten"
"No I'm sure it's shitun, fuck they were garbage three no talent cumdumps together, what you doing round here? You better not be making one of them fucking TV programmes! Fucking celebs feeling sorry for us, cunts! You ain't filming me bitch", the girl shouted grabbing Kerry's throat,
"No!No honest I'm just trying to figure out how to pay my bills I just wondered down here."
"Poor rich girls lost all her money? Where's it gone? most of it up your nose probably, no more fifty pound bottles of champagne, carabian holidays, flashy cars, you should get a skirt like mine if you can get one big enough and get down here, do some proper fucking work!"
"I'm not that fat,"
"You've been thinner girl"
"You've got one thing going for you,"
"What's that?," Kerry replied, folding her arms her face now sulking.
"Your a celebrity, there's plenty of dirty fuckers who would pay big time for a piece of your fat arse, a chance to slip there filthy cocks up your famous pussy, chew on them big fat tits, imagine telling there mates they've been up the fat one from atomic kitten!,"
"Ye you got it right,"
"Shut up,"
"How much then? Just say I did do it, and I'm not saying I would, how much could I make?
"Hard to say really, but I recon if you let me do the negotiation's I could get you maybe....I don't know, at a push fifty.....pounds a hole!,"
"A hole? What do you mean?"
"I mean, to maximise your earnings we can get three going at once, one in your arse hole one up your cunt then one fucking your mouth, oh, then maybe charge a couple of them who just like to watch maybe twenty each, not bad money really, give them half hour with you that's one fifty then another forty with the wankers were gonna.......your gone clean up, soon pay of them bills,"
"I owe the tax man over one hundred thousand pounds..... That's a lot of fucking"
Four years earlier Kerry had been earning, really earning, she was the moneymaker for a string of failed relationships, now sitting in her half million pound house the good times where over, hundred and twenty four thousand to the tax man and the day before a mortgage payment of twenty thousand missed, again.
She looked around her large living room, the beautiful tiger rugs hanging from her walls, the pink deep pile carpet, black leather sofa, people had called it tacky and cheap, what did they know, those magazines they had no taste, no class like her. 'Gotta shave my cunt and legs in a bit, fucking itching down there,' she thought throwing the letter on the elephant foot coffee table.
'fuck, the milkman,' she shouted grabbing her purse from the table the door bell waking her from her thoughts, the thoughts of her money troubles, as she opened the fake crocodile skin purse they were real again ten pounds and some copper.
'How much Frank ?' she asked knowing it was far more than she had, 'fifty two, eighty it's been a few weeks love,' 'bollocks, I've only got a tenner on me, haven't had chance to get to the cash-point yet,
'Dont worry love you get down there later, I'll pop back lunch time alright?
"Ye, okay thanks Frank, unless, wait there a second"
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Kerry pushed the big oak door back and disappeared inside slipping her pajama bottoms off leaving her blue and red top on, "give him a quick look, nothing wrong with it," she said to herself under her breath,
"Frank I'm gonna be honest I can't pay, but you might find a use for this",
Looking up from his paying in book Frank gave a nervous cough as he looked directly at Kerry's hairy pussy.
"Sorry love I'm, er....married," his face getting red holding up his hand showing his wedding ring, "tell you what catch ya next week, ye, next week or the week after...... Whenever." Tripping almost falling Frank was gone. Kerry grabbed the milk and went back inside. "Can't even give it away now, fucking pesent didn't deserve my cunt anyway, who the fucks he anyway, a fucking milkman, wanker, probably a fucking homo anyway.....Cunt."
After taking a shower and shaving her pussy she decided to go for a walk, clear her head think about her money problems, after an hour of walking she had come to a conclusion, the only one really, there was no television, music or modelling work coming in, she had to get a job!
She felt like crying as she thought about it, where would you go to get one, who would employ her, she couldn't do anything involving the public! God no, serving food? Factory? Office work? Oh god she started trembling, can't do any of that. I'm not one of them people.
"Where the fuck am I"
"Alright girl, you lost," Kerry turned around, "well, sort of! where you going bit early for a fancy dress party? "Kerry replied,
"Cheeky cow, you looking for a problem... cuz I'll give you one"
"No, it's just your skirt, boots," as she replied Kerry realized the young girl was a prostitute, tiny denim mini skirt, thigh length leather boots, and black leather jacket.
"Sorry I didn't realize your a ..... a.."
"A what, a hooker, skank, prostitute you can say it bitch I ain't proud, pays my fucking bills don't it"?
"I'm sorry, really how much do you earn? Out here?" Kerry asked,
"Fuck all to do with you....I fucking know you, your that fat fuck from that shit band! What they called?...Atomic shitun ain't it"
"Kitten"
"No I'm sure it's shitun, fuck they were garbage three no talent cumdumps together, what you doing round here? You better not be making one of them fucking TV programmes! Fucking celebs feeling sorry for us, cunts! You ain't filming me bitch", the girl shouted grabbing Kerry's throat,
"No!No honest I'm just trying to figure out how to pay my bills I just wondered down here."
"Poor rich girls lost all her money? Where's it gone? most of it up your nose probably, no more fifty pound bottles of champagne, carabian holidays, flashy cars, you should get a skirt like mine if you can get one big enough and get down here, do some proper fucking work!"
"I'm not that fat,"
"You've been thinner girl"
"You've got one thing going for you,"
"What's that?," Kerry replied, folding her arms her face now sulking.
"Your a celebrity, there's plenty of dirty fuckers who would pay big time for a piece of your fat arse, a chance to slip there filthy cocks up your famous pussy, chew on them big fat tits, imagine telling there mates they've been up the fat one from atomic kitten!,"
"Ye you got it right,"
"Shut up,"
"How much then? Just say I did do it, and I'm not saying I would, how much could I make?
"Hard to say really, but I recon if you let me do the negotiation's I could get you maybe....I don't know, at a push fifty.....pounds a hole!,"
"A hole? What do you mean?"
"I mean, to maximise your earnings we can get three going at once, one in your arse hole one up your cunt then one fucking your mouth, oh, then maybe charge a couple of them who just like to watch maybe twenty each, not bad money really, give them half hour with you that's one fifty then another forty with the wankers were gonna.......your gone clean up, soon pay of them bills,"
"I owe the tax man over one hundred thousand pounds..... That's a lot of fucking"
8 years ago