“Beth, there aren’t many girls whoring with your looks and body. I can get you some better work if you want it. Rich clients who pay big bucks.”
“Sure,” I said, squirming back into my thong. “I’m up for that.”
“Can’t go looking like a slut though.” He got to his feet and straightened his clothing. “If you get something decent to wear I’ll book you in with a client Friday night, friend of mine.”
“OK, sounds good to me. I’ll give it a go.” I replied, not thinking about what Mary would say. He let me use his toilet and as I was leaving, he pulled the door open for me.
“Take care out there tonight Beth,” he muttered.
For a moment I was taken aback by his concern, but as soon as the door banged shut behind me, his concern vanished from my mind.
* * *
Cherry was quiet on the way to her track. She told me earlier that Wolfgang didn’t usually fuck his working girls and therefore had correctly assumed that the big guy had a thing for me. She either didn’t approve of me having a relationship with a man, or was jealous that Wolfgang wasn’t shafting her. Either way, I wanted to reassure her that he meant nothing to me.
We walked toward the end of Oranienburger Strasse, where a grassy park was situated beside the road. There were quite a few parked cars on both sides of the road, but it was wide, so the crawlers, didn’t obstruct the general flow of traffic.
“You take the other side, Beth, but don’t walk any further than Krausnick Strasse, or you’ll be on another agency’s turf.” She seemed to have cheered up having arrived on her patch.
“Don’t worry about Wolfgang,” I said, trying to reassure her. “I won’t encourage him. I’m just trying to stay on his good side so he goes easy on the punishments!”
“Ha, be careful,” she laughed. “The guy is a sadist and if you give him half a chance, he’ll be taking you round all his sadist friend’s houses where they practice every perversion known to man!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll watch out and be careful,” I replied “Good luck tonight babe.”
“You too Beth,” she called over her shoulder.
As I set off across the road I made a mental note to quiz her about Wolfgang’s friends, because her warning alarmed me a little. I was worrying about what Wolfgang might arrange for Friday night.
It didn’t take long for my first trick to stop and readily agree to 80 Euros for full sex. He was a young Asian guy in a silver 4 x 4 Range Rover. Gold rings and necklace showed that he was a flash bastard with loads of cash. The moment I jumped in, he paid me and then shot off into the park.
There were several roads through the park, enabling him to find a secluded spot and park up. He told me to jump in the back, where there was more room on the tan leather seat. I crawled up one end and after grabbing my bunches with one hand, he steered his cock into my juicy quim with the other.
“You filthy little whore,” he growled. “Acting like a fucking bitch on heat! I’m going to fill you with cum!” A lot of johns liked to verbal abuse me, while being blown, or having sex.
He was one of the milder ones!
The heady scent of new leather made it quite a pleasurable experience until the fucker decided to slip out of one orifice and then penetrate the other.
“Mummmmmph!” I moaned in protest, but he continued relentlessly to pummel my ass regardless of my discomfort. I was relieved when he finally shot his load and didn’t ask me to clean his cock.
However, I was just beginning to back out of the rear seat when he grabbed hold of my ankles and dragged me out of the car. I went down onto the ground with a bump, but didn’t hurt myself on the grassy verge. He grabbed my bag from the front seat and threw it at me, before roaring off down the track, kicking up the dirt as he went.
I sat up and after brushing myself down, checked my purse and phone were in my bag, then climbed to my feet and headed back to Oranienburger Strasse. I called the pimp to report the trick had paid me 80 Euros, then called Mary.
“How’s everything going,” I asked, when she answered on the first ring.
“We’re following your progress. Don’t worry Beth. We’ll keep a low profile, until something turns up. Stakeouts can be very boring…” She rang off.
I wondered if she had seen me being dragged from the car. I was used to such treatment, but what did the cops think? I was back on the track ten minutes later, but there was no sign of Cherry. I hoped she was enjoying herself, I thought as I looked at the time on my phone. It was 9. 30, so only another four and a half hours to go.
A man and a woman pulled up and said they wanted a double and that they would pay100 Euros for the privilege. I thought she was going to ask me to munch her muff, but when we got into the park, she just wanted to watch, while her partner fucked me and played with my boobs. I enjoyed myself and I think she did too.
I blew the next guy, who was totally embarrassed by the experience, but readily coughed up his 50 Euros. He even drove me back to where he picked me up, which had never happened to me before.
There was still no sign of Cherry. I was worried, because it was almost midnight and she should have been in contact. I kept looking up and down the street and even turned one guy down to give me a few more minutes on the street. I tried her phone a couple of times, but it seemed to be switched off.
I then phoned the pimp to give him the details of the last trick and a few minutes later he trundled up in an old Audi with his fellow henchmen to take the cash.
“Have you seen Cherry,” I asked the man mountain, leaning on the driver’s window sill.
“No!” he rumbled, as though his voice had travelled up from his boots. “Tell her to report in, when you see her!” He didn’t seem very happy as he accelerated away to collect his next lot of cash.
I decided to walk toward the office, which was down the far end of the street and had just set off, when a black BMW pulled up with the window already down on the driver’s side.
I walked between two parked cars and bent down to look at the guy. He was fair haired, mid-thirties and had a nice smile, instantly putting me at ease.
“How much for full sex darling,” he asked in smoothly.
“80 Euros. Make it 100 and I’ll blow you afterwards,” I offered.
“Jump in darling,” he chirped. The interior of the car was dark and the curtesy light didn’t switch on when I opened the passenger door. I slipped into the black leather seat and reached for the seat belt.
“You won’t need that Beth,” said a voice behind me.
As I went to move forward, a huge hand came round from behind and gripped me round the throat. The car pulled away smoothly, while I sat totally paralyzed with fear.