It was Thursday afternoon, three days after that fateful night in the Rubber Club. Cherry and I had earlier said goodbye to Mary and Jack, who were on their way back to London. I couldn’t go back with them because the German police wanted me to stay in Berlin for a couple of weeks, while all the paperwork and statements were completed.
It seemed to make sense for us to return to the hostel on Oranienburger Strasse and to stay together until I decided what I was going to do with my life. The events of the previous few days had been a sombre wake-up call for me and had made me seriously think about my future.
The bedsit was still in a terrible mess, when we finally tumbled into the room, laughing and joking, with our arms weighed down by bags of shopping. I glanced around the room and doubted if it would ever be tidy, so long as Cherry lived with me.
I decided I liked it just the way it was.
“Cherry,” I said throwing my coat on the bed, “I’m going down to see Wolfgang and I expect to see this room tidy when I get back!” I tried to sound stern, but instead burst out laughing.
Cherry had discarded her dress and thrown herself on the bed, dressed only in a particularly scanty pair of pink panties and black hold-ups. She opened her thighs for me.
“Huh!” she snorted. “Eat my pussy first!”
“Mmmm, maybe I will when I get back. Only if you’ve been a good girl though!” I chuckled.
Earlier that morning, I had received an advance on a €10, 000 euro reward coming my way, which I had agreed to share with Cherry. We had promptly taken a taxi to the Mall and spent most of the €500 on outfits, underwear and shoes.
I emptied my bags on the bed and while I studied the new clothes, I squirmed out of my tight Levies. My panties, t-shirt and socks followed, before I picked up a white tulle thong.
I ripped the label off, stepped into the flimsy item and pulled it up until it divided my ass and cupped my sex, just! The item was completely transparent, allowing the observer to spot the dimple of my cleft through the material. I glanced up at Cherry, who was watching my performance avidly.
“Beth,” she said. “Your body is far too beautiful to be in prostitution.”
I stepped into a red cotton frock and paused for a second to consider her words. Words that once again made me think about my future. I pulled the tiny dress up, so that the elasticated bodice gripped my jutting ‘C’ cups, and smoothed the body of the dress out. It was ridiculously short, almost like a baby-doll nighty, but I loved it.
“No Cherry, my body is not too beautiful, because it allows me to dress like a slut and feel like a slut!” I twirled round, knowing I was flashing my panties at her. I put my arms up in the air. “See! I am a slut!”
She laid back and clapped her hands with delight!
* * *
I was strutting down Oranienburger Strasser, approaching the agency and felt like a million dollars. I had slipped a pair of red sling-backs on, grabbed my bag and left Cherry to clear up the apartment, not!
I strode into the office and found it completely deserted, apart from one of the heavyweight pimps, sitting reading the mags. The speed of my entrance surprised him and without waiting for permission, I pushed open Wolfgang’s door and was inside before the bodyguard left his chair.
Wolfgang was busy and froze with his arm high in the air. He was holding a vicious looking leather tawse in his hand.
His cute secretary was lying across the desk, exactly in the position I had been, when Wolfgang welcomed me to the agency. Except on this occasion, the big German was handing out a punishment, not shafting a new employee!
Muffled sobs were rising from the secretary, while her panties were nowhere to be seen. Wolfgang was standing to the side of her, so I had a perfect view of her thrashed butt cheeks and glistening labium cleft at the apex of her quivering thighs. His left hand pinned her to the desk, while his right continued to pause in mid-air.
“Beth…!” He exclaimed in surprise.
He grabbed the girls blouse and hauled her to her feet.
“Get out,” he growled at her.
She hurriedly smoothed her pleated skirt back into place, before tearfully glaring at me as she scurried out of the room.
Wolfgang slowly walked round his desk and dropped back into his swivel chair. From the moment I had entered the room, he hadn’t taken his eyes of me. I liked that in a man! His ravenous steel-grey eyes devoured my image and I couldn’t wait to push my fingers through his thickly tousled golden hair.
“So, Beth,” he sighed. “I suppose you’ve come to tell me that you’re on your way back to London?”
I walked to the side of the desk and as I moved round toward where he was seated, he pushed his chair back, giving me just enough room to rest my ass cheeks against the edge of the desk, right in front of him. I leant back, just far enough to reveal my transparent panties to him.
“No Wolfgang, I’ve come to tell you that I’ve had no cock today!”