AZELIÁ
AZELIÁ
Bad idea, a big bad idea.
I knew working at a bar in London wasn't a really good idea, scratch that. It was a terrible idea and working at a bar in the East End made it worse. The brawling brutes isn't a place for the faint hearted, it welcomed some of the nastiest men in London. Mayfair would have been a better place but I had no choice. It was a fight or flight situation but in this case it was more like work or starvation.
Back in Brazil, working at bars were a lot easier because I knew the locals and could probably file a complaint of sexual harassment if anyone tried anything funny, but London was different. I had no one here and couldn't possibly fine a complaint since I'm staying here quite illegally.
My days were usually spent knocking from one door to another in search of a job, any job at all , Now my day consisted of counting how many gropes and pokes I get and how many men gets to whistle and call me names, I have men hoarding my ass all night and I can't say this wasn't expected but I didn't know it was going to be this bad especially since I'm not English and all.The first thing men see when they look at a latina is her big ass which usually equates sex, who came up with something so stupid anyway?.. a woman with big booty and sex? Yeah Right. I wish math was that simple everyone would be a genius.
Dumb asses.
They don't understand that just because I'm from a warmer climate doesn't mean I'm here to party. I've been through so much in the past year that I should have been given a medal of honour if such a thing existed. I'm here to work and get paid, the money was all that mattered to me and so I try to keep my head down and avoid their gaze, but it's impossible when they keep throwing themselves at me.
The other day, a man had come in and was already prowling around the bar trying to get my attention. He was tall with slicked back hair and appeared quite handsome, but his intentions were clear - he was looking for a good time. He made sure to stand close enough so I could feel his presence as he tried to catch my eye.
I knew if I didn't do something drastic, he wouldn't stop trying to grab my ass or make inappropriate comments every time I passed him by.
So, instead of getting angry, I decided to play along - after all, this was part of the job now wasn't it? As soon as he grabbed my ass while passing by, I quickly reached for the nearest tray and swatted him on the head, a really bad idea. I just keep making the worst decisions, I should've just ignored him but I didn't. What's done is done.
He obviously wasn't too pleased with my reaction. I could see it in his eyes how badly he wanted to hurt me and I waited for the slap across the face but it didn't come. I looked over my shoulder at any slight movement the rest of the night l, I still had a couple of drunk men try to grope my ass, one or two smacks on the bum and a sloppy kiss on my cheek but the rest of the night remained uneventful.
It's been a month now and I've been subconsciously ready for him to come back and get his revenge because I know men like him didn't let things go so easily , but it's been so long already and I haven't seen him around the bar. Maybe he's given up or maybe just probably realised how much of an ass he was.
It's past 1 am in the morning and the last customer has just left the bar. It's a Wednesday and I always lock up on Wednesday.
Adrian and Billy come out from the washroom.
"You're good to lock up right?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, I am. You guys have a good night".
"Okay, goodnight Azeliá"
"Goodnight Billy"
"Goodnight Adrian" I say too just to make it even. Adrian waves goodbye without saying a word. Usual him. Billy on the other hand gives me a hug before leaving he's such a nice guy and one of the few good men left. Adrian on the other hand is just so quiet and emotionless.
I feel really tired, or knackered like they say it here, everything hurts. It was really late and I thought everyone had gone home. As I was about to enter the washroom, I was blinded with a slap to the face and was pushed against the wall, my hands twisted and held tightly behind me. My heart stopped for a solid minute as I felt his breath on my neck and heard his heavy breathing.
"Who do you think you are?" He barked before he started to forcibly feel me up from my neck down to my thighs. It took me seconds to realize he was the man who I had an encounter with, the man I've been so uneasy about his return.
I strain my neck and struggle to see his face just to be double sure, He had a smug look on his face.
"No one can hear you little bitch". "Scream all you want".
"Please, I'm sorry" I beg.
"Shut up, you bloody bitch". "You had to act all brave and annoying huh?".
"You should've just been a good girl and this wouldn't be happening, I wouldn't have to do this".
"Please don't" I cry, hoping a miracle would happen. Maybe someone would walk into the bar and save me just like in the movies, but I knew that wouldn't happen. Billy and Adrian were long gone.
"I've waited so long for this, to have a taste of you, I hear Latinas fuck so well. I'd see how true that this" He breathed while kissing my neck and nibbling my ear.
I was so scared as he reach over the hem of my skirt and and ripped off my pants with one tug and started unbuckling his belt while muttering nasty words against my ears.
"You smell so good, fuck I'm getting hard already thinking about what you'd be like down there"
I feel him getting hard beneath his trousers and that's when I knew I had to do something. I'd rather die than let this disgusting man touch me.
Gathering every strength I had in me, I moved back so swiftly he had his back against the opposite wall. The impact made him loosen his grip and freed me from his hold, this gave me a chance to run away as fast as my legs could take me. He was probably too shocked or scared to follow me but I chose not to hang around and find out.
That washroom felt like a prison cell, but it was only after getting out through the door that I realised how much danger I had been in. The adrenaline rush made my heart beat rapidly while tears rolled down my eyes. I felt pain on my face and thighs, I know I'm going to be all bruised up by tomorrow .
I felt relieved I escaped this one tonight but that didn't last long as I heard footsteps coming from the bar. I quickly hid in the shadow of a nearby building to avoid being seen and watched him as he paced around the bar looking for me - he was still looking for me. The light across the street casted a faint glow on his face, his very angry face. He looked like an angry Lion ready to pounce and shred everything apart, only it wasn't everyone he was after, he wanted me.
How something as simple as swatting him with a tray led to this, I can't tell but I know one thing for sure, this isn't the end. This man would keep coming back for me until he's had his revenge. This means I'd have to quit my job and start job hunting once more. Back to square one. Fucking vengeful idiot.
This only made my fear intensify even more, I ran as fast as my feet could take me knowing that if he catches up with me, no one will hear me scream. I darted through alleys and waited hoping to lose him in the process. I saw him run past the alley cursing me out and calling me lewd names.
How someone could have raised such a man was beyond me but that didn't matter anymore since he was gone now. I felt relieved for the second time tonight but as always that didn't last long as I felt someone behind me and before I could turn or scream, a hand covered my mouth and I was drawn back to a hard, hot body.
Bad idea, a big bad idea.
I knew working at a bar in London wasn't a really good idea, scratch that. It was a terrible idea and working at a bar in the East End made it worse. The brawling brutes isn't a place for the faint hearted, it welcomed some of the nastiest men in London. Mayfair would have been a better place but I had no choice. It was a fight or flight situation but in this case it was more like work or starvation.
Back in Brazil, working at bars were a lot easier because I knew the locals and could probably file a complaint of sexual harassment if anyone tried anything funny, but London was different. I had no one here and couldn't possibly fine a complaint since I'm staying here quite illegally.
My days were usually spent knocking from one door to another in search of a job, any job at all , Now my day consisted of counting how many gropes and pokes I get and how many men gets to whistle and call me names, I have men hoarding my ass all night and I can't say this wasn't expected but I didn't know it was going to be this bad especially since I'm not English and all.The first thing men see when they look at a latina is her big ass which usually equates sex, who came up with something so stupid anyway?.. a woman with big booty and sex? Yeah Right. I wish math was that simple everyone would be a genius.
Dumb asses.
They don't understand that just because I'm from a warmer climate doesn't mean I'm here to party. I've been through so much in the past year that I should have been given a medal of honour if such a thing existed. I'm here to work and get paid, the money was all that mattered to me and so I try to keep my head down and avoid their gaze, but it's impossible when they keep throwing themselves at me.
The other day, a man had come in and was already prowling around the bar trying to get my attention. He was tall with slicked back hair and appeared quite handsome, but his intentions were clear - he was looking for a good time. He made sure to stand close enough so I could feel his presence as he tried to catch my eye.
I knew if I didn't do something drastic, he wouldn't stop trying to grab my ass or make inappropriate comments every time I passed him by.
So, instead of getting angry, I decided to play along - after all, this was part of the job now wasn't it? As soon as he grabbed my ass while passing by, I quickly reached for the nearest tray and swatted him on the head, a really bad idea. I just keep making the worst decisions, I should've just ignored him but I didn't. What's done is done.
He obviously wasn't too pleased with my reaction. I could see it in his eyes how badly he wanted to hurt me and I waited for the slap across the face but it didn't come. I looked over my shoulder at any slight movement the rest of the night l, I still had a couple of drunk men try to grope my ass, one or two smacks on the bum and a sloppy kiss on my cheek but the rest of the night remained uneventful.
It's been a month now and I've been subconsciously ready for him to come back and get his revenge because I know men like him didn't let things go so easily , but it's been so long already and I haven't seen him around the bar. Maybe he's given up or maybe just probably realised how much of an ass he was.
It's past 1 am in the morning and the last customer has just left the bar. It's a Wednesday and I always lock up on Wednesday.
Adrian and Billy come out from the washroom.
"You're good to lock up right?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, I am. You guys have a good night".
"Okay, goodnight Azeliá"
"Goodnight Billy"
"Goodnight Adrian" I say too just to make it even. Adrian waves goodbye without saying a word. Usual him. Billy on the other hand gives me a hug before leaving he's such a nice guy and one of the few good men left. Adrian on the other hand is just so quiet and emotionless.
I feel really tired, or knackered like they say it here, everything hurts. It was really late and I thought everyone had gone home. As I was about to enter the washroom, I was blinded with a slap to the face and was pushed against the wall, my hands twisted and held tightly behind me. My heart stopped for a solid minute as I felt his breath on my neck and heard his heavy breathing.
"Who do you think you are?" He barked before he started to forcibly feel me up from my neck down to my thighs. It took me seconds to realize he was the man who I had an encounter with, the man I've been so uneasy about his return.
I strain my neck and struggle to see his face just to be double sure, He had a smug look on his face.
"No one can hear you little bitch". "Scream all you want".
"Please, I'm sorry" I beg.
"Shut up, you bloody bitch". "You had to act all brave and annoying huh?".
"You should've just been a good girl and this wouldn't be happening, I wouldn't have to do this".
"Please don't" I cry, hoping a miracle would happen. Maybe someone would walk into the bar and save me just like in the movies, but I knew that wouldn't happen. Billy and Adrian were long gone.
"I've waited so long for this, to have a taste of you, I hear Latinas fuck so well. I'd see how true that this" He breathed while kissing my neck and nibbling my ear.
I was so scared as he reach over the hem of my skirt and and ripped off my pants with one tug and started unbuckling his belt while muttering nasty words against my ears.
"You smell so good, fuck I'm getting hard already thinking about what you'd be like down there"
I feel him getting hard beneath his trousers and that's when I knew I had to do something. I'd rather die than let this disgusting man touch me.
Gathering every strength I had in me, I moved back so swiftly he had his back against the opposite wall. The impact made him loosen his grip and freed me from his hold, this gave me a chance to run away as fast as my legs could take me. He was probably too shocked or scared to follow me but I chose not to hang around and find out.
That washroom felt like a prison cell, but it was only after getting out through the door that I realised how much danger I had been in. The adrenaline rush made my heart beat rapidly while tears rolled down my eyes. I felt pain on my face and thighs, I know I'm going to be all bruised up by tomorrow .
I felt relieved I escaped this one tonight but that didn't last long as I heard footsteps coming from the bar. I quickly hid in the shadow of a nearby building to avoid being seen and watched him as he paced around the bar looking for me - he was still looking for me. The light across the street casted a faint glow on his face, his very angry face. He looked like an angry Lion ready to pounce and shred everything apart, only it wasn't everyone he was after, he wanted me.
How something as simple as swatting him with a tray led to this, I can't tell but I know one thing for sure, this isn't the end. This man would keep coming back for me until he's had his revenge. This means I'd have to quit my job and start job hunting once more. Back to square one. Fucking vengeful idiot.
This only made my fear intensify even more, I ran as fast as my feet could take me knowing that if he catches up with me, no one will hear me scream. I darted through alleys and waited hoping to lose him in the process. I saw him run past the alley cursing me out and calling me lewd names.
How someone could have raised such a man was beyond me but that didn't matter anymore since he was gone now. I felt relieved for the second time tonight but as always that didn't last long as I felt someone behind me and before I could turn or scream, a hand covered my mouth and I was drawn back to a hard, hot body.
