I was running down a wide alleyway, being pursued by a man who was rapidly catching up with me. For some reason, I was naked and my tits were bouncing with each and every stride I made. A thick covering of snow lay underfoot and inexplicably I began to worry about putting footprints into the perfectly smooth white carpet, which stretched into the distance ahead of me.
My bare feet sank into the crisp snow as I raced along, but I knew my assailant was catching up and it was just a matter of time…
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, as my right food slid sideways, sending me tumbling to the ground.
I rolled over onto my back just in time to see a dark figure skid to a halt at my feet.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed at him.
I could suddenly see his face and instantly recognized the prominent cheeks and searching brown eyes of my attacker. However, a sadistic grin slowly replaced the jolly expression, as he dropped to his knees and grabbed my ankles.
“Leave me alone!” I screamed again.
He yanked my legs apart and pulled me toward him on the slippery carpet of snow. I tried to struggle, but his grip on my ankles was vice-like. The German was dressed in a short, purple smoking jacket, which had opened to reveal his thick, upright erection.
“Please don’t kill me,” I cried, attempting to plead for my life, which I knew hung by a thread.
The heavily built man grabbed my hips and leaning forward, drew me inextricable toward him, up his thighs until the tip of his cock was nudging my soft unresisting portal. I pushed my hands up to stop him, but he was far too powerful and easily slid his thrusting cock deep into me. The moment I became fully impaled on his prong, he leant further forward, not to kiss me, but to whisper in my ear.
“Beth,” he hissed. “You’re far too beautiful to be a whore!
* * *
“NO!” I screamed and rolled over onto my back.
The moment I recognized the room I sat up, totally shocked at having woken in the middle of a nightmare. I looked around wildly to find that I was alone. It was my first night in a strange bed and it took a few moments to get my bearings. I rolled off the Mattress, stood up and looked around for my bag.
The room was in a terrible mess and my white bag wasn’t where I expected it to be. I found it beside the microwave and wondered why Cherry had moved it there. Pulling the bag open, I discovered that a bunch of Euro notes were stuffed haphazardly inside. I sat down at the table to count the money. There was €60 in small notes and some small change. I checked my own wallet and found my €220 was still there, so I added the other and put my purse back in the bag.
A pair of red satin shorts lay on the sofa, so I slipped them on and pulled out my Samsung. I switched it on and when it had fired up 11. 25 came up and notification of one message. I tapped the button and was relieved to see it was from Mary.
Hi Beth. We are staying at the Berlin Grand on Berkhof Strasse room 335. Text me when you can make it. 2. 00 would be good. Mary.
I tapped back a reply saying that I would be there at 2. 00. I had just put the phone down when the door flew open. I turned to find Cherry rushing into the room, followed by a girl who could have been her twin sister had it not been for their different colour hair. Cherry’s companion wore her shoulder length, dark brown hair on her shoulders, otherwise they were both fair skinned and had similar fascial features. She had lovely eyes but couldn’t take her eyes off my shapely tits which were fully on display.
“Beth this is Tina, a mate from down the hall,” Cherry announced, dumping three bags of take-away food onto the table.
Whatever it was smelt delicious. I held out my hand to the slim girl who shook it eagerly. Glancing at the pair sitting together, with their ultra slim bodies, made me feel overweight.
Tina was quite tall, like Cherry and also had a similar oval shaped face. Her long dark hair covered half her cheeks, but didn’t completely hide the nasty bruising on both sides of her face.
“Good to see you Tina. Where’re you from?” I asked.
“Southern Ireland,” she responded in a rich Irish lilt. “What about you?”
I gave my new friends a few details of my background, while we unpacked the bags of burgers and fries. I was so hungry that I devoured all of mine and half of the other girl’s share. They didn’t mind though and seemed amused to see me eat so much. After we’d finished and cleared away, Tina left us to return to her room, saying she would see us later in the day, on the street.
I started to sort through my clothes and tidy the room at the same time. I’d twigged that Cherry was a lazy girl and would watch me do all the work if I let her. I got the impression that a relationship where she wore the trousers and I the skirt would suit her languid character, so I decided that for the time being it would suit me too. While I was in Berlin, I certainly didn’t want to get involved with a fella until the murder thing was completely resolved, so having a girlfriend made sense to me.
Cherry lay on the bed smoking, while I slipped out of the satin shorts and hunted through my stuff for some underwear. After grabbing a pair of white lacy panties and short white socks I quickly wriggled into them.
“The 60 Euros, from last night?” I asked, standing up and looking around for my washed denims.
“Yes, a little compensation for our pain!” She chuckled. “Beth, you’ve got a fucking gorgeous body. The johns won’t be looking at me tonight!” I knew she was half joking, but nevertheless there was a serious edge to her voice.
“Don’t talk crap Cherry, I’m fat compared to you!” She remained silent, while I slipped into my jeans and a baby blue t-shirt. It was too small for me, making my tits appear as though they were trying to escape from the low neckline. I loved it!
“Come, let’s go shopping,” I suggested, jumping onto the bed and crawling up between cherry’s spread legs. The cut of her denim shorts was so high, I could see the edges of her red panties. I resisted an urge to scold her and instead, knelt close to her gusset and rubbed the outside of her bare legs.
“You know what I’m thinking?” she asked suggestively.
“We haven’t got time babe,” I said. “I want you to meet a friend of mine at 2 ‘clock and I want to buy myself something decent to wear.”
“It’s not a fella is it?” she said sitting up, a frown appearing across her chirpy face.
“No babe, nothing like that.” I reassured her. “Mary’s an old friend, staying here at the Berlin Grand. I’ve told her that I’d go to see her at 2 o’clock.”
“OK, let’s get going then.” said Cherry. “The grand is close. I’ve spent a few nights there, before I joined Kaufman and I can tell you it’s a real dump! 2 o’clock heh? That gives us plenty of time to find that new dress you want,” she said eagerly.
We clambered off the bed, grabbed our jackets and were soon on our way to the Mall.