Beyond the Blue Girl

by H K Belvedere

  "Before I was allowed to leave, I had to lick the madam and Henry’s feet clean – even in between the toes and every single crusty crevice while they laughed like demented hyenas. They were proper twisted, sick and nasty perverts, those two – but like I said earlier, I brought it upon myself by stealing money from them.

  “By the time I was allowed to leave I felt used, broken, degraded and full of shame – but at the same time I also felt fucking awesome. There is something very humbling about being humiliated – it’s like being brought back down to earth and returned to your true raw form as a human being. I found it a massive release and weight off my shoulders, Katie. You should try it sometime just for the buzz.”

  “Yeah, it sounds a bit extreme but also fun – I’m not going to pretend Amanda, you have made me a bit wet by just telling me your story. I wonder if Simon would be into all that stuff – I would love for him to tie me up and have his way with me!”

  Amanda never knew of Katie’s past with her father. Of course, it was not as extreme as what had happened to Amanda with the madam and her husband but she did already have a taste of what it’s like to be used and humiliated in a sexual way from her father from a very young age. But she knew if she were to do again with somebody who she was attracted to and it was consensually, she may well be able to enjoy it as much as Amanda did. Once Amanda had finished the story the two of them enjoyed some more drinks and of course, some cocaine. Katie was talking about Simon obsessively and it was clear she had taken a serious liking to him. They ended up steaming drunk and dancing around to cheesy pop music. They played the classic ‘Girls just want to have fun’ by Cyndi Lauper several times a little too loud to the point the neighbour below them had to bang on his ceiling a few times until they turned it down before crashing out in a drunken heap in their beds. It was a fun night for Katie. She enjoyed listening to Amanda’s filthy stories and it made her little mind work overtime as she fell into a chemical induced sleep.

  Chapter 7

  The wind was howling outside on a cold September morning in London. Katie could hear it as she was trying to sleep after waking up very early in the morning, around three o’clock to be precise. She had been having a terrible dream during the night about her father and other horrible men she had encountered in her turbulent life. In the dream, her dad was just sat on a chair looking at her and he was crying tears of blood in a great state of distress. He never mentioned what he was so upset about in the dream but it was a very vivid and profound dream and it left Katie shook up when she was abruptly awakened by the noise outside from the wind.

  She was in a cold sweat – the bizarre dream had left her in a weird state and unable to go back to sleep but she was just glad it was a dream and not real life! Everybody gets those dreams from time to time – some call them nightmares but that’s just a matter of perception. Katie decided she was not going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon so she decided to get out of bed and have a cigarette for the time being. She rolled out of her not quite double bed; it was more like a single bed and a half rather than a double bed. She made her way over to her brown coloured chest of drawers, which had a semi grubby mirror on top of it and she grabbed her packet of smokes and shiny pink deposable lighter. She put a smoke into her mouth and sparked the bright pink lighter, she sucked on the cigarette as the flame ignited the tobacco and she could hear the cocktail of chemicals burn away slowly as she inhaled the thick, noxious smoke deep into her once pink and healthy, young lungs. She slowly exhaled the smoke and then in the distance, she could hear some drunken men shouting. She pulled her slightly yellow nicotine stained white curtains back and could now see two men having a heated drunken argument on the street below her flat. It was a four-story tenement type flat, you know the red sandstone ones you often see in British towns and cities, probably built around the early 1900s and it had the high ceilings inside of it, which made it seem like a bigger flat when you were inside. It was decent enough for Katie but the interior could have done with some upgrades but it was warm enough most of the time and semi clean – clean enough for a dirty and corrupted girl!

  The two men are really starting to get aggressive with one another, Katie could now hear them clearly, “Listen you fucking mug, I know you fancy my missus and I know you fucking tried it on with her at mincer’s party last weekend, you fucking wanker! You’re lucky I don’t cut you open right now, you cunt.”

  The other chap replies, “Shut up, you fucking idiot. I never went near your fucking bird, now pipe down and jog on, you worst cunt!”

  The two men begin to trade blows – it’s not exactly a professional boxing match but they are really trying to knock the living daylights out of each other. Katie is stood at the window smoking her cigarette while watching. She feels sorry for them but can’t help and have a little chuckle too herself at the comical events that were unfolding. She was used to seeing violence at home and around her council estate, where she grew up, so it was not a huge shock for her to see two drunken men fighting each other at three-thirty in the morning after a few drinks too many.

  The fight continues for a few moments and one of the men begins to spew up – his friend backs off and says, “Fucking hell, Pongo, you’re spewing blood – or is it those cheeky vimtos you had at the boozer last night, you fucking poof? Ahahah!” As he starts laughing at his mate the smell of the vomit must have hit his delicate stomach also and he begins to spew up like the possessed girl from the exorcist – projectile vomit while making very loud and grotesque sounds. Katie is now struggling not to laugh really hard – she ends up getting her phone out and recording the whole drunken episode – she says to herself, “This is way too good to miss” and manages to capture pictures and video footage of them both leaning against the flat walls spewing their guts up after kicking and punching the shit out of each other.

  Just as they start to recover from the vomiting ordeal, a police car pulls up, somebody must have heard the commotion and phoned them. The two idiots were arrested and thrown into the back of the car and the diesel-powered engine buzzes off away into the vast concrete jungle of London.

  Katie is now making herself a coffee wondering what the hell she just witnessed as she watches the footage back on her phone whilst laughing away to herself. She posts the footage on Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram and reckons she will get a great response from her friends online once they see the video.

  About three or four hours pass; Katie has not been doing much apart from drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes throughout the early morning. She checks her mobile phone to see the reaction from the video she posted earlier of the two drunken clowns fighting then getting arrested. She has several notifications on Facebook and Snapchat but more importantly, she has a text message from Simon the photographer (they only spoke via phone call before), she was pleasantly surprised. The text read, ’Hey Katie, I have been really busy, so sorry for the wait, I should have the pictures from the shoot we did ready by tonight so lookout for an email – Hope you’re well, Simon xx’.

  No way did he give me two kisses? Katie is overwhelmed with joy, surely that’s a good sign, surely that means he likes me? Maybe he is just being nice? Maybe he fancies me? What should I reply back with? All of a sudden a simple courteous message becomes a whirlwind of possibilities and uncontrolled emotions! Katie begins to reply, keep it simple, keep it professional she says, don’t over-do it, but don’t sound ignorant or uninterested. Ok let’s do this.

  ‘Hey Simon, I’m doing fine, thanks very much, no rush, hope you’re good.’ How many kisses shall I put? Katie is stuck between either one single kiss or two. Kisses on text messages are a very underrated and effectively a psychological mind game that people play on each other, especially males and females who are not friends but not quite an item either, it’s a very sly way of letting somebody know how much you like them, without actually saying it. It’s a very common method of digital courting that has evolved over the years since the mainstream introduc
tion of mobile phones.

  It’s a very underhanded procedure and you can really play some twisted mind games doing this, for example, if somebody gives you two kisses at the end of the text message you can reply and only give one kiss, or better still, none. It can cause great confusion amongst men and woman and to be honest, it’s so intricate and widely used it could actually be considered a modern day art form! Katie decided to keep it simple and use two kisses like Simon did. She was just happy he had shown what appeared to be some kind of advanced level of interest in her. She felt good about herself now, which was rare and looked forward to seeing the edited images from her photoshoot.

  It was now 1 p.m. and Katie decided to go for a shower and head into the hustle and bustle of central London. She was working tonight at the brothel and needed a new outfit, alcohol and drugs. It was a Thursday evening and this was the time of the week that things began to get a lot busier at the brothel as the weekend approached. She also had a job booked for Friday night after her shift in the brothel doing a strip-a-gram show for a stag party in a pub somewhere near Essex, so Katie had a busy day and an even busier weekend to look forward to!

  Katie was on the tube heading towards Oxford Circus. As usual it was packed with a very wide variety of people from all different ethnic backgrounds, shapes and sizes. She had to stand up for most the journey. There was a young lad sitting down just next to where to Katie was stood. She thought to herself, what a selfish wee twat. But she never said anything. The boy was sat with his head tilted towards his phone; he was glued to whatever he was doing on his phone at the time. He was effectively a zombie, totally unaware of his surroundings. Maybe if he had seen Katie stood there, he would have kindly offered his seat to the pretty young lady, but no, he never even noticed her existence. The sad part is, this scene is all too common in the modern world, youths glued to their mobile phones while out and about. You wonder what people did before these inventions were made available to the public on mass. Katie got off at Oxford Circus and made her way through the ticket barrier and up the escalator. She noticed the signs on the walls that said ‘Beware – Pickpockets’ and subsequently she noticed a handful of men all patting their back pockets or side pockets – effectively revealing the location of their wallets and or valuable possessions to any potential pickpockets who happened to be in the vicinity. Katie wondered why the hell they even had those signs up. They made no sense at all. Then again, in this cruel and ironic world, what did make sense?

  Katie entered a very packed Oxford Street via the Oxford Circus tube station. Her plan was to buy herself some new clothes, then grab some booze and contact her drug dealer who was based in central London. He sometimes delivered to Katie via moped but today he told her he wanted her to collect from a flat he sometimes used in Chalk Farm near Camden Town. This suited Katie as she would be nearby for the day. She wandered around the busy Oxford Street for several hours, entering a very wide variety of different shops along the way. She treated herself to some new, very kinky and revealing outfits, cosmetics and some other random bits and bobs. She had a semi interesting conversation in New Look with the male store assistant about current affairs and some light-hearted political chat as there was a lot of turmoil in the UK and Europe at the present time in the way of large protests and a general feeling of dissatisfaction. Katie was not what you would consider a highly intelligent girl but she did have a thirst for sacred knowledge and was partial to the odd conspiracy theory or two. She liked to think there was more to life than met the eye, that the powers that controlled the world as we know it, were somehow hiding the truth from the masses. She noticed another girl who worked in the store had an eye of Horus (or all Seeing Eye) tattoo on her back and asked her why she decided to obtain such a symbolic image on herself. From that point onwards, they got chatting about how the ‘illuminati’ families control the world and the people are slowly but surely waking up to the truth. (Katie had briefly researched these subjects when she was younger and still in Edinburgh.) It was a very interesting chat for a routine shopping trip – a lot deeper and more meaningful than the usual small talk and rigmarole of everyday life interactions that people go through each and every day for most of their mundane lives.

  Katie had obtained all her shopping and stocked up on booze from an off licence. It was now time to contact her drug dealer and make her way to his flat to purchase some cocaine for the weekend. She made her way to Chalk Farm via bus. She got off the bus and instantly saw a commotion just a few yards up from the bus stop. A man and a woman were having a very heated argument. They both looked like they were on very strong drugs, maybe heroin or crack cocaine. They were both very pale and skinny and looked very worn out and old and in need of a decent meal or two.

  Katie decided to walk past quietly and not get involved. As she was walking past, she heard the man shouting at the woman, “You fucking, dirty, little slag, you sucked his cock, you fucking scrubber! And I know you nicked my last strip of Valium, you fucking greedy cunt – I should kick your fucking head in, you tramp.” The woman was visibly off her face on drugs and offered no response. Katie was attracting a lot of violence and drama towards her. It just seemed to follow her around. The energy you put out always comes back to you, somehow. Sadly, Katie never understood this concept yet therefore, she witnessed a lot of people arguing and fighting on a regular basis.

  Katie was slightly nervous and worried for the woman but she just kept walking and was thankful her drug habits were a lot more sophisticated and socially acceptable. She only took Cocaine and smoked cannabis from time to time – she had never tried any harder drugs, despite being offered them on several different occasions. She made her way to the block of flats where the drug dealer lived in and hit the buzzer, he quickly spoke via the intercom, “Who’s dat?” he asked in his thick Cockney accent.

  “It’s me Katie – let me in.” He buzzed the door open and she made her into the building and proceeded towards the lift. He lived on the top floor. There were a few people awaiting the lift stood outside in the lobby area, there was very strong smell of bleach like you would experience in a hospital. A Muslim woman with the full body covering garments was there with three small male children with her, stood first in the cue for the lift. Katie noticed the woman was not of Asian descent and she was in fact, a white Woman like her. She must have married a Muslim man at some point. She thought to herself, thank God, I’m not married to a Muslim; he would not approve of my lifestyle at all! Then again considering what I get up to, maybe it would not be a bad thing. There was also a tall white skinny man stood there with one of those silly bikes that fold up for ease of transport, he had it all folded up ready to go into the lift. The lift door finally opens and they all bundle in.

  It makes a few stops before Katie is left all alone until she reaches the nineteenth floor, where the drug dealer lives. She never knew his name, she got his number from a customer at work and he only identified as ‘Da Plug’. She knew that was not his real name. It was probably better she never knew his name for all parties involved. Because you can’t tell the police somebody’s name if you don’t know it! She quietly taps the dealer’s front door – he opens very slightly and double checks it’s just Katie (drug dealers are paranoid by nature, par for the course in that line of work). Katie walked into the damp smelling and poorly decorated and rather horrible looking flat. There were a few undesirable characters sat on the dealer’s worn out looking couch, one of them, a small stocky black male perked up as soon as he saw Katie walking into the room and said, “Alright treacle.”

  Katie gave him a half-hearted, “Hi”, in response.

  She then sat down and was keen to get on with the deal and make her way home. The dealer said to her, “OK, what you after again, mate, four grams of white, yeah?”

  Katie replied, “Yeah, please, man.”

  She handed over the cash as the dealer got the bag from under his coffee table. Just as he was about to hand it over to her, an associate of the dealer wh
o was stood at the window overlooking the main entrance to the flats said, “Shit man, the feds are down below, lots of them with sniffer dogs, you’re getting raided, bro!” The dealer jumped up and said in a very panicked state, “Fuck man, fuck’s sake! Shit, right let’s get this gear flushed down the toilet.” Another one of the associates then informs him, “You can’t do that these days, bro; the feds lift the outlet pipe cover outside and wait for the gear to come down and catch it floating out, they will have cops around there now – you’re fucked, bro.”

  The dealer replied, “Well that’s fucking handy, isn’t it?”

  Katie’s heart starts to race, even though she is not technically in trouble but she knows the dealer and his mates will be suspicious of her because she only just turned up and now the police were there to raid his flat, it’s been a long day for Katie.

  As it turns out, it was a false alarm. Katie later found out the police were raiding another flat in the same block as it was being used as a cannabis growing factory by Chinese immigrants. Katie got her cocaine and headed back home to prepare for the weekend ahead. She was glad that she managed to avoid any issues with the police and the drug dealer and also happy that she had her supplies in place for her busy shifts ahead.