SORCHA 6

What a passa passa.
It had been three weeks since Murda fucked me and started getting bleeding ears and my termination was complete.
I was in Toni and Guy gettin my extensions put in, i used to go to a few black salons but those darkies used to be jealous of my hair that they always tried to cut it, like say i wanted to look like one of them african girls in the poverty adverts.
The black guy was doing my hair today and i hoped he wasnt gonna fuck it up like last time, last year when i went Corfu with Ryan and Damon, i told him i wanted to have my hair like Su Alise, and instead of just confessin that he didnt know who that was, he just started trimmin and trimmin and trimmin and so cos of that i had to keep putting in weave until my shit grew back.
As this guy was doin my hair,he started to talkin about his boyfriend, I looked up at him and said, "save the batty boy shit for the public toilet in a deserted park."
Then tru say man started sewin in my hair bare tight cos he knew couldnt say shit, cos the customer is always right, except if you're a Fugative fan,then otherwise you're just stupid.

My hair took 6 hours to do but when it was done, i looked even sexier than before, my hair looked like this http://thejournalista.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/rihanna30060ad031eh2.jpg but just in black.
I paid the guy 80 and then left the salon, my head felt so tight and my eyes felt like i was chinese cos the fucking weave was pulling on my head. I was so sexy, my contacts were a bit itchy but i ignored them. It was 5 in the afternoon and I had to go Bow to shot some Cheer to some bitties.

I was wearin my black reebok high tops, my sheer black tights and a navy shirt with the first three buttons undone so the mandem could get a glimpse of my tits.
I got the Northen line to embankment and thenchanged to get the district line to Bow Church.
On the train, three guys got on at Cannon street. the train was so pack up cos it was rushour and so i was holding onto the pole and some old man was in front of me. One of the three guys stood behind me. the guy who stood behind me was tall about 6 foot with cainrow, he looked nice but he had BO, it was so bad. i felt a hand of my bum, i turned to him and smiled. his boys were actin like they didnt see their boys hand squeezin my ass.
"whats ur name" he asked.
his breath smelt like he had just eaten out jentina, raw fish.
i had the cheer in my clutch bag as this guys chirpsed me. the train was so crowded that everyone was hearin this guy was chirpsin me.
I looked down and saw a 20 pound note in his pocket. I leaned over and hugged him and sly took the 20 out of his pocket and put it in mine then got off the train. Fool. That 20 is gonna pay for my dominos tonight.

I called Murda to let him know that i was in Bow and he gave me directions to the house i was gona shot to.
It was some big house, i was expecting some run down estate but it was a big house, proper big.
I knocked on the door and some Danny Dyer look alike answered in boxer shorts and a vest. He had more hair on his legs than Big Narstie had calories in his meals.
"ALLO ALLLO ALLO," he said clockin me up and down, "Murda sent you?"


"My names Sorcha."
"Come in."
I walked in. The house was so nice. I saw him looking at my ass.
He shut the door.
"Here you go," i said taking out the cheer. He walked into the living room. I followed him. He pulled out 5bills in 20 and 10 pound notes in a rubber band from underneath the sofa and put it in my clutch bag.

"You want a drink?", he asked.
"I have to go," i said.
"Ah come on babes,"
"Alright."

I took a seat in the chair as he poured some Malibu into a glass. He gave it to me. I took a sip,he sat next to me.
"You got a boyfriend," he asked.
"I'm a lesbian," i said.
"Oh nice, you ever had a threesome with two girls and a boy."

"Which part of lesbian didnt you get," i said.
He laughed and said, "if i paid you would you be nice to me." He looked down at his dick,
I kissed my teeth and got up, "i'm here to shot not to take backshots."
I put the malibu down and went to leave, he pushed me down. I kissed my teeth and whipped out my box cutter from my clutch bag.
"come any closer and ill cut a square in your chest," i said.
He walked back.
I held the boxcutter to him as I walked out of the house. when i was outside, i quickly put the cutter back in my bag and then walked away.
Fucking prick tryin to rape me.
When i got to the traffic lights, some guys in a fiat started beepin and whistlin at me. I couldnt deny, i fuckin loved it. I winked and then crossed the road to walk back to Bow Station.
I had to give Murda 350 out of the 500 now but he called to say i could keep it as long as i didnt tell anyone about the ear bleeding incident.

I was on the train, it was 7 now and all that hardwork was making me blusky. I needed some dick. I didnt feel like Ryan or Fumez and certainly not Murda and then i remembered some sexy ting from norwood. He had a wifey and two youts, but he was so sexy. His wifey looked like Precious just with a bigger face and the only reason he was with her was because of their kids. He was so stupid to fuck her and get trapped by her.

I got off the train and when i did, i saw Diane. i kissed my teeth.
She walked over to me, she was with some white girl who was toppin up her oyster card.
"Hi," i said.
"I saw you kiss your teef so dont act fake," she said, "so you shot for Murda now yeah."

"Yeah i do, the other sket who shots for him wasnt good enough."I was talking about her.
"Joker," she said, "You knw what's so weird about you, i used to roll with Rochelle and even though you two aint even really sisters, you're just a sketty as her, even skettier, tru say I heard 80% of your saliva is made up of semen."


"You're a fine one to talk Diane, you get fucked so much your pussy looks like a prison inmates asshole," i said.

"Is it now," she said, "You fink you're a boomie just cos your eyes are blue innit, i wonder what would happen if i boxed you in your eye, then they'd turn black."


"They would," i said, "As black as your pussylips, speaking of pussy lips, hows your yout."

She slapped me. "My yout is a gift from God."
"So is thunder and rain, but we stillhave to wear our rubbers."

Her friend walked over to her and then Diane said, "tell Ryan my number aint changed and dat his yout calls for his dad."

"No need to give your number," i said, "tru say it can be found in every phone booth."

She went to punch me, but the guy that works in the station said, "stop that."
Diane and her friend left.
I rubbed my cheek, thatfuckin bitch had big hands, her slap was fuckin lethal.

I walked to the guys yard.
I knocked on the door.
He answered.
"Anyone home?", i asked.
"Nah nah," he said.
I walked inside and grabbed his dick.
"You just showered innit," i said.
He rubbed my pussy.
"Where's fatso," i asked.
"Allow callin her that," he said, "shes my wifey."

"You might as well fuck a whale, its pussy would be tighter."
He took off my clothes.
we ran up to his room.
his wifes pictures were everywhere, i walked around the room and put them all down so i couldnt see her oily piggy face, tru say i didnt eat pork.
I was naked, my clothes were all over the stairs.
I grabbed his dick, he was 510, a bit shorter than me, he was Nigerian, his wife was jamaican.he looked justlike Gus from eastenders.
i pulled his dick out of his boxers,
It looked about 11 inches.
I was on this ting
I hadnt been fucked since Murda's incident.
I lay on the bed, it must have been his marital bed and that made it even more interesting. he was probablyso used to fuckin that jamaican hippo that fuckin me was goin to be like a rave in heaven.



I spread my legs with so much ease and started talking nasty.
"slide your cock into my wet cunt/dig me out/ fuck the shit out of me."


He put on arubber, i was happy he did that, i didnt wanna catch swine flu from his wife.
He slowly got on the bed, rubbed his dick against my pussy and then put his....
FUCK.
His dick was pushin its way into me.
he was bangin me so hard.
i didnt want to mess up my hair so i tried my best nt to move my head too much cos i already had a bit of headache cos of the weave.
he was grindin in me, fuckin me.
"i bet that pigs pussy dont feel as nice as this" i said, " say it baby, say that pig cant do it like me."


"that pig cant do it like you."

"say- say that pigs pussy smells like shit," i said, "go on say it."

"that pigs pussy smells like diarrehea."

"YES," i said, "diarrehea is better, erm- yeah say the pig oinks when she comes."

He laughed and continued to fuck me. i grabbed his bum cheeks and pushed him deeper into me, I started singing the nursery rhyme, you know this litty piggy.

As i was coming to the last part of the rhyme, the door burst open.




"THE PIG IS HOME!"