MARCIA THE GHANAIAN  SECURITY GUARD AND BOUNCER
by Hamlet
EPISODE 1 MARCIA DEALS WITH AN ANNOYING TAXI DRIVER


Marcia sat on the back seat of the taxi. It was now 3 AM on a Sunday morning.
She was exhausted after Her 6 hour shift at Hammersmith Parlays where She had
worked all week as a bouncer and security guard having had a tiring day
beating the living daylights out of a bunch of rowdy drunks. She could not
wait to get back to Her home in Chingford the other side of London and to be
once again with Her partner Stephen holding his lovely body in Her loving arms
once again after She had been away from him for 5 days. She was so tired and
just wanted to sleep so badly.

Yet as the taxi driver too off in the direction of Hammersmith Flyover She
found She could not sleep at all because of the taxi driver's incessant
chattering. That was the trouble with these taxi drivers, they could not stop
taking whatever time of night! He was now really getting on Her nerves badly.

What was more ever since She had entered the taxi he had been ogling Her. She
knew She was a gorgeous and beautiful Black Lady so statuesque over 6 feet
tall with Her high heels and Her hairstyle with Her hair piled right above Her
head.

As soon as he had opened the door for Her he could not keep his eyes off Her
huge breasts that protruded right into his face. He was also overwhelmed by
Her long black leather trench coat underneath which was a low cut leather
jacket exposing her breasts, Her tight fitting leather gloves, Her tight black
leather pants and Her thigh length high heeled boots with razor sharp toes.
Who was this woman who was on the streets at this time of night? What was
worse was that She was so disdainful of him treating him as a mere object
whose duty it was to just driver Her home

She was becoming increasingly tired of his chatter as he carried on talking
oblivious as to whether She was listening or not.

'Oi luv you are out late tonight! What sorta work do you do?' he said in his
broad Cockney accent.

He carried on gazing at Her through the driver's mirror. He was almost unable
to concentrate on the road.

'I'm actually a security guard and bouncer if you want to know.'

'Bleedin 'ell! You're not one of them dykes are you luv?' he chortled thinking
how witty he was.

She was becoming increasingly annoyed with him and his whole manner. When She
was annoyed God help anyone who was on the wrong side of Her!

'So are you implying I'm a lesbian?' She replied at once. She was too quick
for him in Her response being far more intelligent than him.

'Well oi fought only men did that sorta work.Still it takes all sorts as they
say!'

It was quite clear he was implying by way She dressed and her work that She
was some kind of lesbian as if heterosexual women could not be tough too!What
nonsense he talked!

'If I am a lesbian it's none of your business even if I'm not.Ihappen to live
with a man for your information. Now get on and drive this car to My home!'

God She was getting tired of this arsehole!

'You sure it's a man!' he laughed trying to be clever.

She was now losing Her temper and was reaching for the razor blade She always
carried in Her handbag.

'Look arsehole just drive the f---g car and get Me home .I'm paying you to
drive the car not to talk rubbish!'

'Sorry keep your knickers on or whatever you wear! I know the truth hurts!'

This was the last straw! She realised that She had to stay in the car as it
was late and She could not get another cab easily at this time of night.

'Do you mind stopping the car? I want a quiet word with you.'

'Are you having a giraffe? We're in the middle of a main road!'

She could see the car was going down Westway in the direction of Marylebone
Rd.

'Turn right at the next turning!'

Her tone was very authoritarian and he had no option but to obey.

He turned into Edgware Road and stopped the car outside Woolworths.

'That's as far as you're going is it luv? That'll be 8 nicker.'

She was now absolutely livid with this taxi driver. When She got mad like this
She was prepared to do anything even cut Her victim to ribbons with Her razor
blade. She was normally a very sweet person and was an excellent nurse to Her
patients. Yet if someone annoyed Her She could become extremely aggressive.

She had been brought up in a rough township outside Accra the capital of Ghana
and had learnt from a very young age how to defend Herself and Her younger
brothers and sisters against armed robbers. This taxi driver was no problem at
all!

As soon as he stopped She got out and banged on the door.

'Get out now!' She shouted loudly so that the whole street could hear.

He had never been confronted by a woman of this size before. He locked the
door and shouted back at Her.

'Look 'ere luv if you don't back off I'll call the old bill!'

She was now kicking the door with the sharp toes of Her boots making dents at
the sides.

'I don't give an f^×k if you call the police! Just get out of the car!'

She then took Her razor blade out of Her bag .She moved over to the tyres and
moved the blade up and down.

'Open the f^×g door or I'll slash your tyres!'

He realised he faced the prospect of his cab being wrecked and so opened the
door at once. As She stood over him it was quite clear he was a midget
compared to Her as he just came up to Her waist

With one sudden move She grabbed him by the collar and with the other hand
held the blade against his crotch. He began to scream in terror. Being an
expert fighter and yellow belt karate She knew all about human anatomy and the
weakest parts of the body.

She whispered in his ear.

'Now listen arsehole .I don't take any shit from anybody least of all stupid
taxi drivers! You will drive the car to My home in Chingford and get there in
30 minutes exactly. I will pay you £2 and not a penny more. For every minute
you are late I will deduct 50p so if you're more than 4 minutes late you will
pay Me .Don't worry I'll take the money from your pocket. I am very tired and
I want to be in bed in the arms of my darling sweetheart .If you say a word to
Me while you're driving I will start slicing up the back seat with My razor.
Do you understand you ugly bastard and you address Me as Miss Marcia?'

Sweat was now pouring down his face almost in buckets as he groaned in pain.

YES MISS MARCIA!!

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