She had a fair complexion and from her tuft of pubic hair I could tell she was blonde under the crude cherry hair dye. But she was extremely pretty, with large blue-grey eyes, cute narrow nose and cupid-like full lips. Her fair skin displayed a number of small tattoos and betrayed the marks of several beatings she had obviously recently received. She picked up a white thong from the bed, but hesitated to put it on.
“My agency rips me off,” she said bitterly. “But there’s plenty of work. Let me see your rags, because roomies have to share. Its Hostel rules!” she said with a wide-eyed expression on her face.
I folded my arms and gave her a disarming smile. I didn’t feel threatened by her at all, but she had a bolshie attitude and would take liberties if I let her.
“Sure! You can unpack for me if you want!” I chuckled, then looked around the untidy room.
The bedsit was a large one room apartment that had a double bed at one end and a table and 3 mismatching chairs at the other. The furnishings were probably third-hand, while the place was a mess Cherry obviously wasn’t taking heed of the receptionist’s words about tidiness.
A dressing table was parked under the only window and several chest of drawers were lined up either side of it. A large tatty, circular rug lay on the floor, giving the room its only sense of decorum, in among all the other tat and rubbish.
Cherry fetched my largest bag, took it to the bed and emptied the contents over the covers on top of her own discarded underwear. I watched her shapely butt bobbing about, while she sorted through my tatty clothes. If she was disappointed, then I was even more disillusioned at having to wear the second hand items. She found a tiny red PVC skirt and held it up to her hips.
“Can I borrow this Beth?” she asked.
“Sure Cherry.” I was going to need her help, so I wanted to keep on good terms with her. “I need to find the Kaufman Agency and get something to eat, are you going out?” She held her thin arm out to show me a tiny tattoo of a red stylized ‘KA’ on the back of her forearm just above her wrist.
“That’s my agency, we could work together. Do you like threesomes?” I shrugged nonchalantly, thinking it would never happen, because of my mission.
“Sure why not?” My mind drew a picture of the two of us kissing each other, while a fat German took turns to spear us with his plump, rampant cock.
“I’ll take you there. You signing up tonight?” she asked.
“Yes. Afterwards I’ll buy you a burger,” I offered.
The young red haired girl wrinkled her nose as if the thought of food disgusted her and then went back to dressing herself in a black thong and my red PVC skirt. It was a bit loose, but with the addition of a belt she made do.
“What you wearing Beth?” She asked, scrutinizing my outfit.
“Won’t this do?” I asked.
“Nah, they’ll want you dressed for the street, so they can take some snaps for the web page.”
I remembered Mary telling me that it was important to be on the web site, so I sorted through my clothes and found a narrow rah-rah skirt, with four layers of floral blue cotton and lace.
I put it to one side and plucked from the pile a white thong, black hold-ups and a white spandex tube top. By the time I was naked, Cherry had finished dressing and sat on the bed to watch me pull my hold-ups on.
“I see someone roughed you up recently.” She had spotted the tawse marks on my butt, which had turned a deep purple.
“Yes, my sadistic boyfriend beat the shit out of me the night before last. Didn’t think I was working hard enough. Fucking cunt!”
“Boyfriends, pimps, they’re all the same.” She sounded bitter. “You running from him?” I nodded and continued dressing.
The rah-rah skirt and tube top were brief, leaving a 6″ bare strip round my midriff, while the skirt just reached the top of my stockings.
It matched the effect of Cherry’s brief PVC skirt and short black crop top, which had thin shoulder straps and the words Bumsen Sie Mich across the back.
It was a warm evening, so we were dressed in a reasonable fashion for the weather, but provocatively for the time of day. My black boots and bunched hair increased the tarty image and after we had done our make-up and grabbed our bags, we were ready for the street.
I followed Cherry out of the building and immediately felt underdressed among the bustling crowds of pedestrians. Approving and disapproving glances came our way, while we walked along Oranienburger Strasse toward the Kaufman agency. Luckily, it was only a short distance from the Hostel and I was pleased when we arrived at the doorway to the agency.
Two rather aggressive heavies were sitting in reception, drinking coffee and generally lazing around. Watching them slouch in their chairs, immediately reminded me of Dennis and Tony in the Soho porn shop. The prim and proper receptionist looked up from her computer to give us the once over.
“Hello Cherry, who’s your friend?” she asked, looking over her glasses at me.
“This is Beth, she’s come to sign in, Katia,” Cherry explained.
She gave me the once over. “Where you from?”
“England, London. I should be on the system.”
Over to one side of the room, I noticed a girl sitting alone, dressed for the street, so I assumed she was waiting to be given an appointment by reception. For some reason, she looked unhappy, as though she wasn’t looking forward to meeting her next punter.
The woman found my details and after signing a contract Cherry waited with the other girl, while I went through to the back of the offices to be processed.
I had to pose for a bunch of photos in a dingy studio and then sit while a tattooist needled a small tattoo on the back of my right wrist. I felt really uncomfortable, while he buzzed away with his infernal machine, knowing that I would be permanently marked with a red ‘KA’.
I had avoided tattoos all my life, even though I thought they looked good on men. So, I had something to remind me of my adventure in Berlin, but I fervently hoped it would be the only mark I returned home with.