Toilet Lady

Chapter 1: Toilet Lady.

Svetla lived in a village near Kryvyy Rith. Like many other Ukrainians, she worked in the agriculture sector. Her life was hard. The girl wanted to explore the world and earn a substantial amount of money. She was petite, she had small breasts. Her dark hair was in ponytail. She was like most women in the area, she was stubborn. She was determined to find her luck in the richer countries of Europe . One day, she decided to leave her country and to build a life in the United Kingdom . She thought, like many others, in U.K. you could live anonymously. Why do many immigrants think that? No one has a definite answer.

She couldn't afford the money for the costs of the trip; she had to work to pay back the money. After a long journey, early in the evening, she climbed out a truck. Sergei waited for her. He was convicted several times for human trafficking. He was also a part of the Ukrainian mob, active in several Belgian cities.

“Welcome to Brussels , I'm Sergei.” The man said dryly. ”Do you've your passport with you?” She showed him her documents. Sergei took possession of it. “Until you can pay me back, this is mine. When you have enough money, you can to the U.K. and earn a fortune. Belgium is a transit country.” Svetla was too shy to respond. She looked at him; he wore a nice costume and was well groomed.

In Sergei's luxurious car the conversation continued. “I've arranged accommodation and a job for you. Firstly, let me show your new home.” She never saw a BMW before. She looked amazed at the leather seats. To her, it was miracle to see him to push a button and the window goes down. Belgium is truly the place of the rich. “When you earn money in Brussels , you could afford a car like this.”

“Thank you.” Finally, Svetla said something. She thought Sergei was her saviour. He was her ticket to freedom and a fortunate life.

They got out in front of a small derelict house. They entered. Many girls approached them. They obviously recognised Sergei and welcomed him with open arms. “This is Svetla.” He said to the girls. They greeted her. The bunch looked a mix of Russians, Ukrainians and Poles.

“Hello.” She uttered.

“You'll have plenty of time to get to know the girls.” Sergei said. “But now it's time for your vitamins, girls. Please line up.” Svetla didn't know what's going on. “The vitamins help to bring your metabolism in balance and makes sure you aren't malnourished. It's a liquid because pills are too little effective. Don't be scared.” He said to Svetla. The girl doesn't know anything about vitamins but it sounded plausible. Back home, they didn't have time or money to read. She only could utter a few words French, Dutch or English.

Pretty fast, they lined up. The gangster prepared his only needle with heroine. “You can go first, Svetla, you seemed tired from your long journey.”

“But she gets more then we usually get.” One of the other girls said in broken English. Svetla felt special she's getting more than the others.

“She had a long journey. We always treat newcomers this way, don't you remember, Krista?”

Without waiting for a response, he attached the rubber band around Svetla's arm.

“Don't worry sweetheart. You may feel relaxed once it starts to kick in.” He said while he injected the brown substance into her veins.

The poor girl didn't object. She was happy because she had a home where she could rest. She felt safe. Svetla started to feel light headed. She felt relaxed and lay down in one of many beds. Soon, she noticed a warm glow inside her body; it seems to cover her entire body. She began sweating, like her temperature was actually warmer than normal. Her pupils were dilated. Now the feeling was euphoric. She wasn't worried, she was in good hands, she imagined. She was unaware what's happening in her environment. Her eyes weren't fixated at one particular point. “I feel so free,” she said “I want to feel so free as a bird…I…my pussy…it's…it can't be…it's…damp!”

When Sergei finished injected all his girls, he decided to have some rest after a day of work. He didn't have condoms. It didn't matter to him. He fucked his new asset with pleasure. She didn't moan but he was pleased her walls were well lubricated.

When Svetla woke up, she saw Sergei talking to his girls. There were fewer girls now in the house. She must have slept for a long time. “They must be working.” She thought.

“Good morning.” The gangster said. “Get something to eat or you'll be late for work.” After ten minutes, they got into the car. She ate a snack in the car. She didn't remembered what happened to her. “You'll be working as a toilet lady in a café. Don't worry; it belongs to one of my buddies. Your job is quite obvious. You have to clean the toilets and receive some money from clients who use your service.”

They got out at an obscure café which didn't seem to have a name. They entered the building and Sergei showed her the toilets. In the small hall adjunct to toilets, it had a little table and a chair. Each client had to pass the hall before entering the toilets. “The money you earn, you'll give to me. You'll get your passport back when you paid me back. I expect at least five hundred euros a week. I have some other work to do now. I'll pick you up when the café closes. Every week, you'll get extra vitamins.”

Svetla sat down. “This is an easy job to do.” She thought. After half a day, she realized how stingy people are. “I need to get at least a hundred euros a day. How can I get more money? A thought came to her. “Why not suck a guy's penis after he peed? It's not like giving him a blowjob; just like cleaning his dick.” She reasoned. In broken French she asked five euros from men before they entered the toilet. Some men refused, other men reluctantly paid her. At first, they seem to be upset at the price to use the toilets. But afterwards, they seemed glad to have done it. She didn't taste the pee anymore or the smell after while. She got used to it. Some clients even requested a thorough clean up. It was evident for her; they didn't wash their penis daily. Some clients preferred to make usage of the toilet several times.

At the end of her workday, she only had the half of what she's suppose to earn. Sergei was not amused when he counted the money. “If you want to survive in Brussels , you need to earn more money. You'll never have a car like this. You'll never have your passport back. I've the feeling you didn't give me all of the money! Show me your pockets!” He said agitated. Svetla started to sob.

“I'm telling you the truth! I have you all the money! This is how much I could give you today! I promise to give you more the next time.” She said while gasping for air. “I'll do anything to make it up to you! Just give me a chance.”

They got out of the BMW and they entered her new acquainted home. Many girls were asleep. Sergei took her into a room which had a bed, a desk, a clothing rack and a table.

“I shouldn't have been so hard on you, Svetla” The man said while caressing her knee. “Here, twenty euro. Do with it what you want. Extra vitamins cost a hundred euros a shot.”

“Thank you.” She silently said.

“You know what we're going to do? Since, you seem to be a nice girl; I'll give some vitamins for free.” Sergei responded. She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. She felt happy her boss was attentive for her needs. “It may sting when I inject it he said.” Soon, the girl felt warm and safe and fell asleep on his bed. The gangster, fucked her, it didn't matter which hole it was. He was very proud because of his new asset. No other girl has made such much money the first day.

Svetla woke up and joined table. Breakfast was being served. The girls were all talking to each other. “Sergei must be out of the house she realized.”

“You must be something very special. We aren't allowed to sleep in the boss' office.” Svetla recognised it was Krista who spoke. The woman who objected Svetla got more “vitamins”. She got to know all the girls but in a bizarre way, she felt closely attached to Krista. She seems to be the leader of the group and one of the oldest girls. Svetla didn't feel hostility now she got more familiar with the girls. After breakfast, she phoned her mom and she lied she worked as a cashier at a supermarket. Her relatives wouldn't believe what kind of job she has. Money is on the streets, they think.

Sergei entered the house and was furious when he saw her using his phone. “Don't you have any idea how much that costs? This isn't the Ukraine , here everything costs much more. Today, you don't get money!” She started to cry, she put her hands before her eyes. It looked she wanted to say something but the gangster spoke first.

“No time for crying! You'll get to work! Or else you'll end up on the streets, enjoying the company of rats!” The man said while dragging her into his car. He dropped her off at her workplace. “Don't forget to earn more money! I'll check your pockets!” Sergei said while Svetla left his car.

She was still crying when she sat on her chair at the café. She wondered how to get more money. She seriously thought about giving men a real blowjob instead of a clean up. She needed the money. She asked ten euros for a blow job which is about thirty zlotych. That's a lot of money for someone in the Ukraine but isn't worth much in Belgium . She swallowed the loads of the men which seemed for her the proper thing to do. They don't have sexual education in her home country. At the end of the day, she earned enough money to pay her saviour.

Soon, a week passed and it was time for her vitamin shot. She was getting the hang of her job. She was pleased Sergei allowed sending her mother some money. She worked hard to earn money. She sucked cocks and now she has sex with her toilet clients. Sergei came once or while to check up on her.

A month later, a man entered the hall. He wore a costume; he was tall, a bit overweight and looked angry. The man approached her. “You, show me your papers!”

“I… don't have any.” She said.

“Where is your working permit?” He demanded. She raised her shoulders because she didn't understand what he was saying. But she understood he was from the police. The man searched her pockets and found nothing.

“I'll send you back to your home country! If I would get a euro for every time I caught an illegal, I would be rich.” He said. Svetla thought about the money she sends to her mother. Her mother needed the money. What she received was worth a lot. She didn't want her mother to lose the extra money.

“Please…don't send me home! I only worked here for a day! I'm new to this country.” She sobbed. She used a handkerchief to wash out her tears. Her face was red.

“You swallow?” He asked. Puzzled at his question she said yes. He lit his cigarette.

“What are you waiting for? Open your damn mouth.” The man agitated said. Still standing, she obeyed.

“From now on, whenever I'm here, we'll have sex. You'll be fuck ready. You'll not complain. If you don't do what I say, I'll personally throw you back to your home country. You'll give me money.” He said. He dropped the ash of his cigarette into her mouth.

“What are you waiting for, putain? You said that you swallowed!” the man said.

“But I….” She stumbled. He smacked her. Next, he used his hands to close her mouth hard. She almost bit her tongue. She swallowed.

“God damn it! Do I really have to learn it to you? Open your mouth!” The man said. He had enough of it. He put out his cigarette on her tongue. She closed her eyes, it looked she wanted to puke. Again, he violently closed her mouth. Afterwards, she coughed for a while. He undressed her and started to fuck her. “You like it anal?” He asked.

“I fucked many guys here. I need the money, I can't be picky.”

“Ah, like a good whore should be.” He said while fucking her anally.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He said while jerking off in front of her. She obeyed. He came in her mouth. “Swallow!” Again, she obeyed. “And lick it clean!”

“Hey! What's this?” He asked while looking at her arms.

“That's from the vitamin shots.” She explains.

“Vitamins shot!” He laughed loudly. “Yes, darling, you need vitamins. You know what? I can you give vitamins, too. Let me give you a shot.”

“No, thank you. I never use needles from other people. Only Sergei's needle.” She angrily said.

“This is no time for you to have big mouth! I told you to obey me! Who is Sergei anyway?” He demanded.

“He helped me in this country, he got me a job! I never got a job back in the Ukraine , only work at the farm.”

He injected his heroine into her arms. When she didn't realize what's going on, he fucked her again. When he was done, he laid her body on the ground. Sperm dripped out her pussy. God knows if other men fucked her too in this condition.

After three months she wondered about her pregnancy. She didn't know who the father was. She felt violated, carrying a baby she doesn't want. This isn't the time for a baby in her life now. She wants to get rid of it. She wished she could go to a regular hospital and gets it removed but she doesn't have the legal documents. Later, she discovered there was an abortion clinic in Lokeren. There, she could get rid of it without annoying questions. One day, Sergei drove her to the clinic.

Sergei waited in the car. At the helpdesk, she used a false name. She said her name was Petra . Once, she heard her name, she followed the nurse into a room which looked like an office. There was a couple of chairs, a table full with brochures, and a closet and typical office material. The nurse studied abroad, she talked English to Svetla. ( Petra )

“First of all, Petra , we want to make sure you understand the consequences thorough.” The nurse said. Svetla didn't paid attention to her, she only thought about getting rid of her baby. “You must understand, abortion feels really bad. It is quite dramatic. You possibly need psychological help. And stay a few days at our clinic.” Svetla automatically nodded. “Do you understand, Petra ?”

“Err…yes.” She said, surprised.

“How many weeks are you pregnant?” The nurse asked.

“About twelve weeks.” Svetla replied.

“When would like the operation? We recommend you wait a few days, to decide.” The nurse said.

“I want to get rid of it now.” She calmly said. She was sure.

“Would you reconsider waiting a few days, please?” The nurse asked.

“No! I made up my mind. I want to have this done today.” Svetla angrily said.

“Are you really sure, Petra ?” The nurse patiently asked.

“Yes! Show me the room!” She demanded. Too bad, we can't deny patients the nurse ruminated.

The nurse used the intercom system, probably asking if the room is free. Next, she brought Petra in the room.

“You can lie down on the table.” The woman in the uniform said. “You need to relax. Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“For the final time, yes!” Svetla angrily said.

The doctor entered the room. “ Miss. Petra, I'll commence the procedure. If there's anything, please ask me. It may hurt, don't be surprised.” He said while inspecting the equipment.

Then he used an electric vacuum pump to remove the foetus. Svetla breathed heavily and she was gasping. She started to cry. Her face was red and wet.

After the doctor was done, she stood up rapidly. “God damn you doctors! Can't you do anything right! It hurts like hell! Do you have any idea how this feels like? Look at this! It's still bleeding. You doctors are all the same! Why didn't you warn me?” She said. She tried to leave the room.

The doctor and the nurse stopped her. “We did warn you it wasn't easy. You can't leave now! You need to rest here.” One of them said.

“I need to work to earn money. I really need it.” She said, while trying to walk normal.

They sighed and let her go. Sergei was still patiently waiting. Shakily, Svetla got in the car and he drove her to her work. Once she was sitting on her chair, she was waiting for her next client.