Chapter 1

“Fuck me, look at the tits on that black bird,” grunted Police Constable Ed Simons as he worked the weights in Ayresome Gym. Situated in Akeing a new development suburb on the edge of the run down old industrial North East town in the UK, it was close to the Football Stadium whose club once was a major player in the leagues, long before big money swamped and destroyed the classic beautiful game.

“Yeah and look at the hips and legs mate,” chortled his buddy Police Constable Si Newman on his forty-fourth bench press. “Fucking tree trunks. Fuck! She’ll be sweaty in there,” he added, blowing his cheeks out on finishing the exercise.

The fat black woman rolled past them within two feet and they both ogled the distinct camel toe in her fluorescent pink leotard, swabbing her quite pretty if overloaded face, chins and three rolled neck with a matching towel. Her buttocks had collapsed to hang below the actual muscular globes she may have once had. Nipples like organ stop protruded low down the two sagging balloon like wobbles that undulated over her upper torso.

“You’ve got a fucking hard on you dirty bastard,” snickered Si, gathering his towel.

“Big, black and I am guessing dirty ... you know me mate,” Ed replied, sweeping up his towels. “She’s on her way out mate, love to follow her into the showers ... Cor! all that soap on her shiny blackness.”

“She is fucking black too isn’t she?” Si giggled. “Black as fucking coal ... come on, work out over, lets go and shower ourselves.”

They sauntered towards the shower area, finding Mildred Evanovitc blocking their passage, chatting to Frances McDermot, the owner of the sports complex.

“S’cuse us luvs,” said Ed with a smile, admiring the sinewy curves of the tall, black, immaculately coiffed person talking to Mildred. They eased past, Ed making sure he had bodily contact with the enormous black woman. In doing so he made sure his erection was his contact point. For Mildred it would have been her thigh ... if she had felt it through the blubber.

“Up for it?” Ed asked with a wink and dirty grin.

Si pondered, looked at his wrist watch, pursed his lips, thought as the went through into the men’s changing area and replied. “Yeah why not, your dad’s on isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he might want to help us ... you know, depends how he is,” chuckled Ed, detouring straight through, out a door and finding Norbert Simons in his tiny ops room. Loosely termed ops room as he was the boss of the cleaners for the gymnasium and the tiny space housed equipment, utensils, powders, sponges, brushes ... anything for cleaning and maintenance.

“Hello Dad, what you watching? No games on are there?”

Norbert dragged himself away from a couple of CCTV screen monitors, with a blurred picture, but Ed and Si could see what looked like a shower area.

“Hello lads, you’re onto something then.” Norbert wheezed. “Nah! there was some nice totty in earlier and was just going to switch to the foyer.”

“Can you get a big black bitch on screen. Hopefully she’ll do what we want ... you know?”

The 62 year old’s hand operated the mouse and sure enough on screen was Mildred ... talking ... again and looking like she was going to enter a cubicle.

“Yes ... do it ... yes that one ... number four,” willed Ed over his old dad’s shoulder. “Yes go on darling ... Yeeeeees!”

“Fuck me Ed ... her? She’s like a house end. Well there you are, over to you and be careful,” Norbert chortled, getting out of his chair, moving some bits and pieces on a shelf, turning a switch and the whole door/wall clicked open, swinging silently over it’s whole height and width ... the proverbial false door. Ed and Si sidled through into a dimly lit passage way, the door/wall clicking shut behind them. It was narrow short, musty smelling and in three steps they approached a blank wall. Having taken down some masks, gloves and stuff from a high shelf, Si’s put his fingers to his lips, and nodded to Ed who pressed a concealed switch after they both pulled the balaclava type head gear on.

Ed flung a thick black shroud over Mildred’s head while Si clamped a big fist over her gasping mouth, at the same time stuffing a cloth in her mouth. The large family changing cubicle was roomy enough for them to wrestle the big woman to the floor as she gradually subsided and ceased struggling from the effects of her gag. The two cops stood and looked at the mass of pink leotard clad body below them, puffed and wiped their brows, grinning. They knelt and Ed unclipped the three poppers in her crotch, freeing the leotard for Si to peel up, baring the great blubber of her black belly. Ed dug into her three spare tyres at somewhere near what might have been a waist and dragged down and off Mildred’s tights.