“You two, shower,” barked one of the handlers, as though they were the only words he knew in English.
We followed him along the landing to a huge bathroom which had a walk-in cubicle big enough for both of us. Twenty minutes later we were escorted back to the dressing room and left alone to get dressed.
“It’s about 2am Beth,” Cherry pointed out. “We ought to get going, before one of the guests decides they want to fuck us again!”
Once I was back in my dress and slipped my holdups and shoes on, I felt a lot better, but I was still nervous when I followed her out onto the first floor landing. The green jacketed butler was waiting at the top of the stairs and pointed down them as we approached.
“This way,” he gestured.
We followed him down to the front door where a group of guests were busy putting their coats on. They were all chatting together and we had to wait until they parted before we could get to the front door.
My heart stopped and my mind froze, when I suddenly recognized one of the guests. It was none other than the sadistic German murderer. The butler carefully moved through the group of six men as they stepped back, so he could open the door to let us out. But, as I passed the group a tall lanky man grabbed my arm.
“Godfrey, where are these whores from,” he asked the butler.
I was still holding my breath from the shock of identifying my abuser and couldn’t suppress the feeling that I was about to wet myself. While the stranger held on to my arm, I glanced sideways at the killer, who was standing beside the questioner. He was running his eyes over both of us, causing me to shuffle about uncomfortably.
“The Kaufman Agency sir,” replied the butler.
“What’s your names girls?”
“I’m Candy and she’s Mandy.” Cherry responded boldly.
All the men chuckled, while I silently blessed her for speaking up.
“I want these two whores at the Schwarzer Panther, Monday night 10 pm. Can you fix it with the agency Godfrey? I want these two. Understand?” he said emphatically.
Godfrey nodded. “Yes sir. I’ll make sure the agency sends these two whores.”
My assailant remained silent until the man let go of my arm. I had only taken one more step, when he too grabbed me by the arm.
“I like your taste in whores Carl,” he exclaimed jovially.
My heart was flipping back and forth, while he pulled me toward him and bent down for a closer look. I tried to turn my head slightly and pull a face to change my appearance, but the poor light in the hall was my best ally.
“But this one…” he peered closely at my face. “Is far too beautiful to be a whore!”
Time seemed to stand still, as the blood froze in my veins. Then all the men roared with laughter and the dreadful moment was past, almost!
“See you Monday night Mandy,” he whispered in my ear and then let me go.
I almost ran out of the door, but Cherry, bless her, grabbed my hand and led me out into the cool night air, just before I made a complete fool of myself. My head was throbbing and my temperature had risen to a dangerous level, as I stumbled down the stone steps to the sidewalk.
“Slow down,” Cherry called out to me, clinging onto my hand. “You’ll break your fucking neck!”
I pulled her across the street and started walking back toward the hostel. Within a few yards, I spotted a row of bins standing outside the front yard of one of the big houses and yanked Cherry’s hand, so that she had no option but to follow me behind them. I hunkered down and signalled her to follow suit.
“What the fuck are you doing Beth?” she asked angrily, crouching down beside me.
“Did you see the second guy who grabbed me on the way out?” I asked.
“Sure, could hardly miss the big fucker.” Cherry studied me in the dim light of the sodium street lamps. “What did he whisper in your ear?”
“He threatened me Cherry. Said he was going to see me on Monday!” She could see I was upset and that I was choking back a tear.
“Oh Beth, you’re being silly!” She took my face in her hands and kissed me lightly on the lips. “He said that because he’ll be going to the venue as well, I suppose.”
“No, no,” I pulled away from her and thought better of saying any more for the time being. “I want to see who picks him up. Please wait with me Cherry.” I pleaded with her.
She sat back on a step and didn’t seem too bothered by my eccentric actions. I had a good view across the street and it was only a matter of minutes before a silver car drew up outside number 88. A man emerged from the front door and stood at the top of the steps to bid his friends farewell.
“That’s him Beth,” whispered Cherry, suddenly taking an interest in what I was doing.
I on the other hand was peering at the chauffeur, who had climbed out of the car to open the door for his master. It was none other than the cunt who picked me up that night and nearly murdered me, early the next morning. His dark hair and slightly oval face were distinctive and easily recognizable. I therefore had proof positive that the two men were working together there in Berlin. I sat down on the cold concrete sidewalk, behind the bins and held my head in my hands.
“What’s the matter,” asked Cherry, totally confused by my behaviour.
I was sobbing again, while my whole body was in the grip of a violent bout of trembles. Along the road, I heard the car pull away, but even the diminishing sound of the engine didn’t calm my nerves. I couldn’t get his words out of my head, this one is far too beautiful to be a whore!
“Take me back to the hostel Cherry,” I gasped, giving her my hand.
She hoisted me up, put an arm round my waist and together we trudged back to the hostel. On the way back to our room, I thought about the developing situation. When I questioned her, Cherry insisted that she had never seen the dark haired man before, so couldn’t provide a clue to his identity.
By arranging the appointment, Cherry had unwittingly brought me face to face with the murderer. I wanted to explain the situation to her, but I came to the conclusion that I should wait till the morning and speak to Mary and Jack first. I didn’t think that she was in any danger because of her appearance, but I wasn’t sure what to do at all.
We were both exhausted when we arrived back at the bedsit, but we had enough energy to massage salve onto each other’s bruised and battered buttocks. One thing led to another and for the second night running I ended up receiving a lesson in Sapphic love making. Afterwards I clutched Cherry close and quickly fell asleep in my new friend’s arms.