As soon as she heard the knock at the door she knew who it was. Hardly anyone ever knocked at her front door nowadays, it could only be the debt collector. She had fallen behind with her payments again, her waitressing job barely covered her living expenses, let alone anything else.
She knew she had to answer it. If she did not he would call back and then he would want more money for the inconvenience. As she padded towards the door still in her dressing gown she could not believe she had let herself get into this mess. Why on earth she had not gone home after university like so many of her friends she did not know. Now it was too late, she was up to her neck in debt and ever further in lies. Everyone thought she had made it, that she was living the dream down here in the big smoke. Not waiting tables, washing pots and dealing with loan sharks.
Her hand began shaking as soon as she started to turn the key in the door. She didn’t even have enough cash to cover the interest. Andy was not a man who suffered fools gladly--he had a reputation to keep, a reputation built in fear and Amanda was afraid. She owed him eighteen thousand pounds now, six months ago she had only owed him five, but she had not been able to make the payments and the debt had grown.
As she opened the door to the gloomy morning she was once again shocked at the sheer size of the man. He was huge. Wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, he looked almost causal and friendly, but his expression was not. His piercing blue eyes bore into Amanda’s as soon as they met hers.
“Morning, Amanda,” he greeted her, a wide cold smile on his thick lips.
“Andy,” she replied her heart pounding in her throat, she stepped back into the hallway to allow him to enter. Andy did not like doing his business on the doorstep. “Look, I’ve had a hard week, I meant to call you,” she started, although she knew her words were spoken in vain.
“Yeah, right,” he said closing the door behind himself.
In the small narrow hallway he looked massive. The size of his frame blocked all the natural daylight that normally filled the space. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Amanda,” he sneered, “and at the moment I seem to be waiting all the time for you.”
He brought his hand up to the collar of her white toweling dressing gown. She felt herself flinch as soon as he touched the fabric. Stepping forwards he was now almost upon her. With her back to the wall, the closed door to her left and Andy directly in front of her Amanda was trapped. “I don’t like waiting, girl, you should know that. It makes a man frustrated.”
He brought his hand down from her collar, tracing her sternum his fingers now touched her bare flesh. Now both his hands were on her, his right one her chest and his left on her waist, blocking her only access. She moved her head to one side and closed her eyes, at least he was not being violent. Andy had a reputation for violence--many men bore the scars of his anger on the streets of inner city
His left hand dropped down between her legs. He used his thick powerful wrist to push her legs apart. Her dressing gown had fallen open and she now stood there providing Andy with a full frontal view of her nakedness. He brought his massive head down to her shoulder and began to kiss her gently, whilst his right hand squeezed at her left breast.
“No Andy,” she begged. “I’ll get the money, I swear I’ll get the money.”
Roughly he rammed his fingers inside her vagina. She was embarrassed to discover she was so wet. She was being turned on and repulsed at the same time.
“Andy, stop, I’ll get the money for you next week. Honest I swear, please don’t do this,” she begged, her eyes still closed.
“How?” He brought his head up from her shoulder. She could smell the stale tobacco on his breath.
“I’ve got an interview tomorrow. I’ll get the job, I swear, and then I can pay you.”
“Well,” Andy sneered. “That’ll take care of next week but what about today?”
He stepped back and smiled at her. Amanda
knew that she had lost.