All in a Days Work

I have been in bed sick all week, not much of a post there.
So I will tell you a little story from the past.




“How much have you got on you man?”

“About a grand man, you?”

“Same man”

“What do you wanna get first man, pussy or drugs?”

“Drugs man, we’ll get our moneys worth with the hooker”

“Good thinking man”


Leigh and I take off in our white Van, an empty speaker van that was full at the start of the day with high end shitty speakers.

We had sold them all that day along, in and around the streets and suburbs of Melbourne

We would pull up to cars at traffic lights, people walking their dogs, mothers putting their groceries, their weekly rations, their 2.3 children into the back of their all the same station wagons.

Our spiel that would slide out our mouths a hundred times a day is we are on our way to deliver the speakers to a club, hotel or restaurant, we have just realised the warehouse has given us an extra set of high end quality speakers and we want to sell them for a bit of party cash on the side before we return to the warehouse that afternoon.

This was our job

This was our lucrative job dealing only in cash

Dealing with dog walkers, dealing with drivers at traffic lights, dealing with all the same station wagon mothers, dealing with all the same station wagon mothers husbands, dealing with Asians, Greeks, Italians, Serbians, Australians, Blacks, Whites, fucking society itself

But with that came

Dealing with the cops, dealing with the people who later realised they’d been had, dealing with the car chases, dealing with the arguments, the fights and on a couple of occasions dealing with the barrel of a gun pointing at you.

The money was good

The feeling was not

I would only last 6 months




“How much have you got on you man?”

“About a grand man, you?”

“Same man”

“What do you wanna get first man, pussy or drugs?”

“Drugs man, we’ll get our moneys worth with the hooker”

“Good thinking man”


Our destination

St Kilda

Pussy and Drugs

St Kilda

We pull up out front of a once beautiful art deco apartment block that is now overflowing with homeless drunks and face scratching drug addicts.

We walk down a dimly lit corridor, lit only by the green exit signs at each end

The wallpaper peeling off and lined with graffiti

‘Muzza waz hear 98’

“I wonder if Muzza is still with us in 04”

The smell of urine fills our nostrils and the sight of a rat scurrying up ahead over piled rubbish fills my mouth with vomit

We come to a door with the number 14 sitting above the peephole; the number 4 is on an angle, held only by one screw

I knock the pre arranged knock

Knock

Knock, Knock

Knock, knock, knock, knock

Knock, Knock

The door is opened as far as the chain will let it

We are greeted by a moving mouth of yellow decaying teeth and the breath of a decomposing corps

We place our orders

Back in the van we cut some fat lines on the dashboard and J Edgar Hoover them up our once urine filled nose’s

Life speeds up

We drive around the streets looking for our pussy, music blearing and smiling in anticipation of our satisfaction, our fulfilment our pleasure to come.

We pull up near a park; she’s standing there in her filthy hooker outfit

She’ll do

“How much sweetheart?”

“For a hundred each you can throw me in the back of that van and do what you like to me”

“You’ll do”

We drive in the opposite direction of where she told us

Paranoia will do that

We park the van in a quiet dead end street

Throw her in the back

She’s medium in height, druggy skinny, small flat tits and sick pale skin

She’ll do

She slides the latex on our cocks with her mouth while cupping our balls and tickling our assholes

Professional

While she is sucking our latex cocks she tells us to slap her, slap her hooker face, slap her hooker ass and slap her small flat hooker tits

Professional

While I’m fucking her hooker cunt and she’s sucking Leigh’s latex cock, she tells me to stick the vans clublock in her hooker ass

Professional

While I’m doing a line of coke off the vans clublock sticking out of her hooker ass and she’s sucking Leigh’s latex cock, she stops to tell us that for a line she will drink our cum

Professional

An hour and a half later she is drinking our cum out of a short black takeaway coffee cup with a hooker smile

Cum shots

Takeaway cum shots

Takeaway cum shots with a hooker smile

Professional

We drop her back at the park, her hooker office, her hooker place of employment with no hooker holiday pay, no hooker sick leave, no hooker stationary cabinet and no hooker superannuation.

What’s her retirement plan?

We are satisfied

Content

Happy

With our sacks emptied and our heads full of coke we head off to a bar

After all

Hooker fucking

Its thirsty work

“Whisky?”

“Make it a double”