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Kayleigh was my best mate growing up. We’d grown up on this estate, living in flats on the third floor. She’d thought the storybooks with children having gardens were so exotic. No one we knew had a garden. Everyone just had the balcony and in the summer, the baskets of flowers and pot plants made the balconies come alive.The patch of green in the middle of the estate was known as the park. There was a little children’s play park with swings, a slide, a climbing frame and a roundabout. After dark, It was the teenager’s hangout. The girls would sit in the play park, swaying idly on the swings or spinning on the roundabout while the boys circled around them on their BMX bikes. When they were younger, the BMX boys couriered drugs on their bikes, then they graduated to carrying guns. They were the foot soldiers of the dealers, the big boys who ran the estates and surrounding areas. The BMX boys would have a burner phone and would drop anything as soon as they got a call.There was a routine when one of the boys wanted to get off with a girl. It was never a case of just walking up to the girl and asking her if she wanted to or saying that they fancied them. Instead, the boys would gather and discuss among themselves who they fancied. We could see them glancing over and we’d spend our time discussing them back and trying to work out who they were going to choose. Then one of the girls who hung around with them, or slags as we called them would saunter over. She’d look disdainfully at us then announce that so and so wanted to see whichever one of us had been picked. It was a ritual. We’d cheer and clap as the girl slid down off the climbing frame, straightening her skirt or tugging up her trackie bottoms. We’d all watch and judge her eagerness or reticence by the speed of her walk, wondering if she had pulled a dud or not. We’d wait and watch while the two of them would disappear behind the bins or into an empty stairwell. Then, usually within a few minutes, the boy would walk back out, swaggering with a grin plastered Göztepe Escort across his face. The girl would more than likely follow with a “is that all it was?” expression on her face.There was one night though when we all got a floor show. Chantel was in the phone box trying and failing to get in a hold of her Dad when her on-off boyfriend Dean showed up. He opened the door and went inside and we could see them through the glass. The stupid bitch must have thought that because it was dark, we couldn’t see her. She either never noticed the light was on in the phone box or the dirty slut didn’t care. Either way, we could see Dean with his hands all over her. She was still in her school uniform and he’d her blouse unbuttoned and her boobs scooped out in seconds. He turned her so she had her tits and face pressed against the glass. Everyone just watched and wolf-whistled as he took her from behind. Her red nipples rubbed against the glass the whole time.No one knew who posted the footage online. Loads of people had their phones out recording it but no one admitted to it. I remember Chantel screaming in fury when she was sent the link to the porn site. She was more upset that they had titled the clip, ‘dirty schoolgirl chav slut’ than the fact it had been posted online.“I’m not a fucking chav,” she’d pleaded ruefully as we sat on the roundabout, spinning aimlessly waiting for something to happen.Kayleigh had lost her virginity to one of the BMX boys just like the rest of us. She wasn’t special, she just thought she was better than us. Kayleigh had dreams. She wanted to have the trappings, the gold jewellery, the designer labels, the lifestyle from the magazines. And she had decided just how to get it. She wasn’t content with a quick shag or a finger behind the bins with the BMX boys, she wanted more.Terry used to ride his BMX around us too. We’d sit and smoke while he’d try and do wheelies to impress us. Terry was a few years older than us. He’d graduated from couriering drugs around Göztepe Escort Bayan the estate to being trusted to look after the guns and bring them when needed. He’s in with the big boys now and everyone has learnt to give him the respect he craves. Terry has a temper but at the same time, he’s a good looking bloke. There were rumours that he’d done a couple of hits on dealers who didn’t toe the line. Or maybe they were just people who didn’t bow down to the men who ran the estate. Either way, now he sits in his car, demanding respect and expects us to be impressed with him just because of who he is and who he works for. There’s some other kid riding around on a BMX who carries the gun for him now.Kayleigh had decided she wanted Terry. The first we knew what she was up to was when she came out of the stairwell of her flat dressed in the shortest dress she had. The strip of blue fabric barely covered the curve of her arse. She’d had to reach down and tug the hem of the dress down twice to stop the fabric from rising up and flashing her fanny at us. We could clearly see the black lace stocking tops and the bare flesh above them.She walked past us without a word. Her face was caked in more slap than the rest of us had on put together, Her tits were virtually falling out the top of her dress. She looked such a skank. She tottered over to Terry’s car in her platform heels. We could all see Terry watching her approach. She leant down at the car window, her tits almost falling into his lap. Her arse stuck out behind her like she was waiting for someone to park their bike in her crack. Whatever she was offering, Terry was taking and in less than two minutes, she had got in the passenger seat. She gave us one last look of contempt and the finger as Terry started the engine and drove off.We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening doing what we did every day. Hanging around, wasting time. A couple of times, a girl and boy would head off for a quick fuck but everyone was waiting Escort Göztepe to see if Kayleigh would come back.It was four or five hours before Terry’s black Audi came round the corner and pulled up in his usual spot. We attempted to look nonchalant and tried not to stare as the door opened and Kayleigh staggered out.She looked rough as fuck. Her hair was messed up, one strap of her dress hung down her arm. Her stockings were laddered and her make-up was a smeared mess. However, when she saw us all congregated around the play park, she swaggered over with a bottle of alco-pop in hand.“Alright bitches,” she called out, and in response to the many requests, confirmed that she and Terry were indeed an item. She swept her hair back and pointed to the large red bruise on her neck.“See, he gave me a love bite and everything.”A couple of days later, the same thing happened again. It soon became a routine. Terry would pull up in his car, Kayleigh would appear wearing a barely-there outfit or dress and get into the car and drive off.It was around the same time as Terry got arrested that the videos started appearing online. The first one, “Dirty Chav Slut Creampie” must have been filmed that first day Kayleigh had gone with Terry.We sat in the park and watched it on our phones. We could see Kayleigh standing in a bedroom. The picture quality was poor, shot on a camera phone but it was definitely her. Terry asked her to repeat what she said in the car. Asked her what she wanted. She got shy and stood there giggling, brushing a strand of hair back from her face before admitting in a whisper that she wanted to suck his cock.When Terry told her to come on then, she got down on her knees. She gave that puppy dog eyes look we’d seen her use on blokes so many times before. She pulled out Terry’s cock and the rumours were true. Not fully hard but already so thick that she couldn’t wrap her fingers around it.She kissed and licked the head until Terry ordered her to open her mouth. His fingers gripped her hair and he pushed her face onto it. She almost gagged and a few of the girls watching the video laughed.I could feel my knickers getting damp as I watched Terry using her face. Her eyes gazed up at him as she nodded and uh-huhed in response to him asking if she liked it. If she liked sucking his big fat hard cock.
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