When the tattooist had finished, he wrapped a light bandage round my wrist and I was taken back to the reception area to wait for my interview. I notice that the seated girl had disappeared, so I asked Cherry if she’d been given an appointment.
“Nah, Old Wolfgang is probably thrashing her right now. She told me that he had called her in after a complaint from one of her johns.”
A few minutes later the tearful girl immerged from his office and scurried out onto the street. Behind her came the secretary, who ushered me into the manager’s office.
Wolfgang Kaufmann was just like the mental pictures I had of German men, even down to the thick blonde hair. The burly giant rose slowly from his chair and came round from behind his desk. I warily approached and stopping in the middle of the room. He then walked round me twice before sitting down on the edge of his desk.
“Most of the English whores that come here are running from someone. Who are you running from Beth?” His English was excellent.
I felt very uneasy under his gaze and imagined that he would make a good interrogator. His hard muscular face with its square jaw and steel grey eyes were expressionless and it occurred to me that he would make a very good poker player in a rugby team.
“My boyfriend is getting more violent and I’m afraid he’s going to kill me!” I thought I’d be more convincing if I told the truth.
“You’re not on the run from the police? If you lie to me Beth, any punishment your boyfriend dished out to you, will seem like a walk in the park!”
I shook my head vigorously. “No, nothing like that. I just want a clean break.”
He stood up and ran a finger down my cheek and under my chin, before going behind me and lifted the back of my skirt. Fucking hell, I thought, he was examining me to see if my story rang true!
“Step out of your skirt, bend over and assume the position, Beth.”
I didn’t want to appear dumb so without hesitation I thumbed my rah-rah down, stepped sideways and bent forward, spreading my feet so I could grasp my ankles. His warm hand moved across my naked, bruised buttocks and slipped down the valley, until his fingers rested on the bulge of my pussy, within the tight material of the thong.
“Beth have you had any cock today?” his fingers eased the elasticated band off my hips.
“Yes sir, I have,” I lied.
“Would you like some more?”
“Yes I would sir.”
His fingers slid the elastic down further, peeling the thong away from my sticky labia and uncovering my pouting portal to his gaze. I heard him undoing his trousers and then felt a protuberance butt up against the creamy whirlpool of my sex.
As soon as the tip of his cock pierced me I appreciated that the man had a monster penis. Even with the firm grip he had on my hips and the fact that his cock was as hard as granite, he had trouble wedging it into me. He grunted and then lifted me off the floor and pushed me forward.
I threw my arms up to stop myself from hitting the desk and instead, went sprawling across the surface to come to rest laying on top of his papers. He pushed me a little further, so that my thighs were up against the edge of the desk and then resumed his relentless impregnation, which stretched the tender walls of my vagina beyond their normal limits.
I groaned as his thick shaft drilled into me, until his thighs and balls were tight up against my own thighs. He held it there for a few seconds and then eased back slowly, only to slam back into my sizzling quim, as though he was trying to push me and the desk across the room.
I gasped with each pile driving lunge and was almost screaming with excitement, when I shuddered through an incredibly intense orgasm. Having emptied his balls into me, he withdrew and slapped my butt.
“All you English whores are noisy, but the marks like it, so there’ll be plenty of work for a doll like you!” Wolfgang returned to his seat, while I stood up on shaky legs. He took a card from the desk and handed it to me.
“You work from 7. 30 to 2 am. When you’re working the streets on my time you report every trick and what you’ve earned. Ring that number and one of the guys will pick up the cash. Take a good look at the guys outside. They’re the only two pimps you hand money to. Got it?” I nodded, that I understood.
I grabbed my thong and pulled it back into place, then walked over to my skirt and slipped that on too. I smoothed it out and then looked up to see his stoic face had the slightest hint of a smile on it.
“I like you Beth, but if you fuck up, you’ll be just another useless whore who’ll regret ever working for me. Understand?” I nodded. “I don’t give second chances, one stupid mistake, one complaint and I’ll punish you and I’ll keep punishing you until you learn. Understand?” I kept nodding.
“You and Cherry can work her track tomorrow. If there’s any appointments, either myself or Tanja will ring you, give you the address and time of the appointment and you get yourself to the Marks house on the dot.
I want you to report to me here in the office at 7pm tomorrow. When we total up your earnings for the night, you get paid a percentage and you find out what that is the next day. If you need a sub, you come and ask me and I’ll see what I can do. That’s all!”
He dismissed me with a wave of the hand. I left his office hoping I wouldn’t need to visit him too often. With a bit of luck, I thought, I’ll spot the guy and be on my way home before too long.
I joined up with Cherry in reception and followed her out onto the streets of Berlin. The Mitte District was getting busy as the night clubs were beginning to open and the girls working in the bars were coming out to attract the passing pedestrians.
I felt uncomfortable, because Wolfgang’s seed was starting to seep out of my pussy into the thin fabric of my thong.
“It’s 9 o’clock, let’s get something to eat.” Cherry suggested. “We start at 10. 00 and Katia said she’d ring if a threesome came up.” We were walking down Oranienburger Strasser and it was obvious that we were drawing the attention of several men as they passed us by.
The portent of her words suddenly dawned on me.
“What do you mean, we start at 10 ‘clock. I didn’t ask to start tonight. I’ve had a hard day travelling and I’d like to get some sleep,” I explained.
We were approached a snack bar, which Cherry spotted. She grabbed my hand and steered me into the well-lit cafeteria. We sat down on high bar stools, at an even higher circular table in the window, where we had a good view onto the busy street.
“Cherry, what have you done?” I asked earnestly.
“Beth, you need the money. Look at you, you haven’t got a single decent thing to wear and if you can’t pay the rent, they’ll chuck you out.”
I had access to plenty of money, if I wanted it, but I didn’t want to tell Cherry that. Fucking hell, I thought, what should I do? After the waitress had taken our order, I turned back to challenge Cherry again, who seemed to be in her own little world.