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After numerous months of struggle and sacrifice, the tough journey was finally over. Lindiwe had gotten here. In the town’s brief history, few had actually suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few could have endured the rape, adversity and cravings. Couple of would have voluntarily paid so much from so little cost savings to make a home in the fifty year old English New Town.

But desperation had driven Lindiwe to severe procedures, as it had her fellow migrants who ‘d likewise endured the journey.

Lindiwe hadn’t seen the stops on her voyage as a traveler might, although there were couple of European travelers who would venture into sub-Saharan Africa these days. What she saw of the countless miles between Southern Africa and Northern Europe wasn’t through the round windows of an aeroplane overlooking the clouds and spotting ahead of a trail of excessively costly fossil fuel. She saw no airports and most definitely no passport controllers. Had she fulfilled even one between Lesotho and London, she ‘d have been unceremoniously bundled away in the back of a migration police van either to be dumped back in her native land or detained in among the countless refugee camps that lined the coasts of North Africa. And from what Lindiwe had actually found out about these camps, her more than likely fate there would be a lonesome death while she waited on a decision from the many government firms and personal charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the responsibility for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

No one would wish to be strained with such responsibility when there were so many other more instant needs to address.

Lindiwe didn’t anticipate Ashton Lovelock to treat prohibited immigrants with any more kindness than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her presence had been found by an official at any point on her trip. There were the weeks and, in the slums of Cairo, the months of working for really little pay and a great offer of spoken and physical abuse in occupations that were far more menial than her post-graduate degree and expert training had ever prepared her for.

Here in the Kingdom of England, there might be a chance to make great the qualifications that were surplus to requirements in Maseru. Lindiwe had high expect Ashton Lovelock. Regardless of the falling apart decay of the hastily-built house she was staying in, it was a fairly young town with energy-efficient housing, substantial parking spaces, and an abundance of windmills and photovoltaic panels.

The fact was that Ashton Lovelock was a genuine paradise compared to her original house in Africa. The years of African starvation had not lowered total population numbers by very much. The couple of offered tasks paid really badly if they ever paid at all.

This undoubtedly left a vacuum that was now being filled by the newest wave of immigrants: of which Lindiwe was one. She was only one of many. Numerous came from Africa, at least as many from the Middle East and Asia, and, inevitably, refugees from the racially intolerant Republic of North America.

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Aparo shared the exact same single bed mattress with Lindiwe in a room that had once been a loft extension. Apara and Lindiwe shared the bed mattress in the daylight hours.

” There are no jobs at KFC-McDonalds,” said Aparo, describing the franchise where she worked. “You’re just going to need to try to find work in other places.”

Lindiwe’s heart sank. Since Mr and Mrs Martin would be there and there weren’t lots of locations open in the night where she could hope to discover work, she couldn’t sleep on the mattress at night. This indicated that her pursuit of employment would likewise suggest going without sleep.

Bored and bleary-eyed, after a night spent in the vicinity of the bus depot in the business of others with nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely wandered the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for an employment opportunity. Not that there were many places to visit in the town centre. The owner of KFC-McDonalds, herself a South African immigrant, was sympathetic however pointed out that there was a long waiting list of equally desperate prospects.

Lindiwe quickly understood that there were no jobs for her in Ashton Lovelock at all. The immigrant neighborhood had currently taken all the offered low-paid chances. And this was much to the evident distaste of native English residents, much of whom openly teased Lindiwe with unsubtle reminders of the dishonest practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

The ever-widening radius of her task search ultimately included a business estate on the perimeter of Swindon where Lindiwe, at last, got a position but as absolutely nothing more requiring than a nightshift cleaning-woman. Although this position required an expensive two-hour commute by bus followed by a half-hour walk it was still much better than having to spend the entire night preventing the couple sleeping on her daytime bed mattress.

Her official tasks mainly involved changing on and switching off the different cleansing devices and robotics. However, it wasn’t long until Lindiwe found that cleansing wasn’t everything she was expected to do, although it wasn’t written into her conditions of work (which, in any case, were completely spoken and agreed with a handshake).

During the first week that Lindiwe operated at the George Monbiot eco-business park, she became aware of the existence of rooms that ran out bounds to her and the other night-time operatives. There would invariably be an e-paper sign published on the door of these spaces that asked for that they be cleaned up later on. In case there might be some misunderstanding, these doors were locked from the within. This was odd due to the fact that the only individuals supposed to be working at the workplaces so late at night were security guards and technical operatives.

When Lindiwe bumped into any of the individuals who ‘d been remaining in a locked room, it soon ended up being evident what was taking place. It was constantly a female and a male. The female was invariably much younger than the man and usually an immigrant. Lindiwe likewise discovered the smell of sex that was sticking around on their individual. Her nostrils had ended up being well attuned to the smell after the weeks she ‘d spent in Sarajevo in which her survival counted on the arrangement of blow-jobs to total strangers.

” I like all the staff to chip in,” Lindiwe’s employer discussed as he handed her the meagre benefits for her very first week’s work. He was a slim dark-skinned man with a turban and a West Midlands accent. He was an exile who had actually returned home after the change of government. “The advantages are extra pay. I can’t assure a fortune but tips can make a distinction.”

” Why do not people go to whorehouses and massage parlours?” asked Lindiwe, who understood that her continued employment was likely conditional on her accepting this additional work.

” The change of government caused many good chances,” Mr Singh stated with a sigh, “otherwise I would not be here, of course. But one measure the new federal government likewise presented was to close the illicit sex facilities that were an informal refuge for the immigrant ladies who ‘d stayed on in the country, despite the continuous pressure to leave. This operation resembles many others you’ll find all over this country. It’s a method for the Business Park’s property owners to utilize empty rooms in offices that would otherwise be decommissioned and for the punters to get what they desire.”

And what they wanted was something Lindiwe now had to offer about twice a week in one of the several out-of-bound offices. They were furnished with rather basic beds instead of computer systems, desks and chairs. The felt-covered partitions around each cubicle now served the function of concealing what was going on. There was a stable stream of customers who concerned enjoy the low-cost enjoyments that immigrant labour was now supplying: their appetites whetted by the VR dreams they might enjoy in the convenience of their own homes.

For Lindiwe, this provided no pleasure at all till she squeezed into the workplace shower with the other nightshift cleaners to spray off the semen, urine and other bodily fluids that the consumers believed was an essential part of love-making but throughout which ordeal the vaginal penetration was most likely the least horrible part.

In the town’s brief history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. And from what Lindiwe had heard about these camps, her most likely fate there would be a lonely death while she waited for a decision from the lots of federal government companies and private charities that were fruitlessly arguing with one another over the obligation for feeding the millions of desperate souls in their care.

Lindiwe didn’t expect Ashton Lovelock to deal with prohibited immigrants with any more kindness than Nairobi, Cairo, Harare, Sarajevo or Rotterdam would have done if her existence had been discovered by an authorities at any point on her trip. Bleary-eyed and bored, after a night invested in the area of the bus depot in the company of others with nothing else to do, Lindiwe resolutely wandered the streets of Ashton Lovelock in the hunt for an employment chance. And this was much to the apparent distaste of native English residents, numerous of whom freely teased Lindiwe with unsubtle suggestions of the dishonest practices of the deposed Government of National Unity.

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