“Can you ring them and tell them I can’t start until tomorrow. Please Cherry.” I implored her with as much passion as I could, but she was shaking her head before I’d finished.
“Sorry Beth, we don’t ring them, they ring us. I’ve been with the agency for three months and know that it would be a big mistake,” she said emphatically.
The sandwiches arrived and as I while I devoured mine I started to consider walking back to the agency to try and change my start time. Mary was going to be furious with me if I started working without telling her, but I couldn’t ring, because Cherry would smell a rat!
Then Cherry’s mobile phone rang.
The youngster’s eyes lit up as she grabbed the phone from her bag and answered it. She had a short conversation, basically answering questions with yes and no before putting the phone back in her bag.
“It’s fixed Beth, we need to be at 88 Johannis Strasse at 11. 00, so we’ve got time for a quickie.” She resumed eating her sandwich, while I tried to think of an excuse to avoid the appointment. I continued to munch my food while my mind churned with mixed emotions. Fucking hell, I thought, I’ll be working before my backup arrives. Did I really want to risk running into the murdering German?
“Quickie? I haven’t even had time to sort my stuff out Cherry.”
“Beth, there’s so much money out there waiting to be earned. I don’t know about you, but I could do with some spare cash!”
Now my roommate was talking my language, but I somehow had to find a way to contact Mary.
“I need the toilet Cherry. That pig at the agency unloaded in me and I need to have a does.”
“Fuck Beth, you don’t waste any time, do you? I’ve never known old Wolf to shaft one of the girls on their first night. He must fancy you!” She laughed. “What’s he like?”
“Fucking animal!”
“They’re all fucking animals Beth!” was her repost.
While we finished our sandwiches, I found out that Cherry was only 19 and had run away from an abusive household in Hamburg. We swapped stories and I told her a few true and false things about myself, including how Dennis had coerced me into becoming a prostitute for his friends.
When we finished our coffee, we went and paid at the desk and used the bathroom, where I had a good douche over the loo, cleaned my thong and then dried it under the hand drier. We were standing in front of the mirror fixing our make-up when I noticed Cherry staring at me.
“Like what you see?” I asked laughingly.
“You’re beautiful Beth, I’ll enjoy pairing up with you tonight.” The thought of cuddling her naked body was quite a pleasant idea. “Want to practice?” She asked.
I turned to stare at her, surprised by her comment, because we were standing in the middle of a public bathroom. Her expression told me that she was serious and she had already taken the initiative by leaning toward me.
Cherry was 3 inches taller, so I had to tilt my head back slightly to receive her kiss. Her rosebud mouth closed onto my lips and our tongues entwined in what turned out to be a hot passionate kiss. I pulled away from her lips eventually, to see disappointment on her face, however I had thought of a way of avoiding hunting the streets for a ‘quickie’.
“You’ve got my juices flowing. Shall we go back to our room?” I suggested.
It was the first excuse that sprung into my mind, but Cherry had other ideas.
“Sure, later Beth. I can’t wait, but let’s earn some cash first and celebrate when we go back to get changed.”
I wanted to protest, but my young German friend was already on her way back to the restaurant. I grabbed my bag and hurried after her, wondering if I was making another stupid mistake.