Amy woke late and realised she had missed breakfast. The chambermaids did not appear to have reached her yet. The television seemed to be showing the same video she remembered seeing the night before. She clicked it off. Her head felt heavy and as she manoeuvred off the bed still in the clothes she had worn the night before she realised how dishevelled she must look. Her jeans were undone and her panties pushed aside. Her pussy lips were sticky and she realised she must have been playing with herself while she slept. Her nipples felt sensitive too and she imagined she must have been toying with them through her blouse. She laughed sharply, it was ironic that the closest she had got to sex in the past few weeks she had slept through. She imagined that being around Silke and going to that theatre must have had some impact on her dreaming self. She wondered if they pumped pheromones through the air conditioning or something. Thinking about the theatre she felt a dull ache to go back there; it had been rude to go without leaving a message for Silke. As she undressed and began running the bath, Amy realised that whenever she thought about the place she felt a twinge of excitement.
In a few minutes Amy was slipping into the warm, bubble-filled water. She had to confess she felt horny. Well, she was on holiday and more relaxed than usual, why should that not be the case? As usual when she began to start getting herself off, she thought through the men she had encountered in the past days to visualise someone’s image to arouse her. While she had seen a few decent men in her walks around the city, she found it was Karl who was fixed most clearly in her mind. Maybe it was because she had encountered him in a relaxed setting. She guessed there was nothing wrong with using him as a fantasy figure, she was unlikely to encounter him again. As she began stroking the lips of her pussy they responded as if they had been starved of any contact for months. Her nipples too reacted enthusiastically to her intimate touch.
The bubble bath made Amy’s body feel so slippery and she could not help but think back to the vinyl outfit she had seen at the theatre. Soon a scenario was coming into her mind and she saw herself easing into the tight slipperiness of the bustiere and the skirt, then sitting down to slide on the long boots. She stood up to stride back and forth in them, before turning to the jacket. Just as she put it on, the door opened and Karl was there. Amy felt guilty and tried to mutter an apology, but Karl had smiled and had come over to her. He put a gentle hand into the small of her back but then had stepped back a little to admire Amy. He said something about guessing that there had been a sexy woman hidden beneath the dark clothes and was happy to see it had been true. He moved in closer but holding back from a kiss he slid his hand beneath her short skirt and found her naked sex below. He said something about her being as good at being wicked as him before his lips closed on hers.
Amy bucked with the sensation which took her, sending water crashing over the side of the bath. She let out a shriek of pleasure and yet her body was not finished and she rocked with the waves of delight that swept over her. As she slumped back, exhausted, Amy wondered if the daydream she had just had reflected something that had really occurred. The previous night seemed rather hazy, but the memories of it excited even her satiated body. Amy increasingly realised that her body would not let her do anything but go back to the theatre. She knew she needed to see Silke and resolve her questions, but other seductive whispers assured her Karl would be there too and that would give her the opportunity to appear to him as he desired and for her to feel the even greater, authentic, intensity of a real encounter.
When Amy finally pulled herself from the bath, it was past lunchtime and her stomach was groaning a protest; her pussy, in contrast, was purring in pleasure. To match her mood she put on her tightest black jeans and sleek black top. She retrieved her ankle boots too. As she dressed, Amy felt that her head was in the clouds. She seemed to be doing things because she was being driven by urges rather than through making a conscious decision. She needed food so she needed to go out and to go out she needed to be dressed and to feel properly dressed she needed to dress as sexily as she could. That was the formula, so minutes later, barely having thought about it, she was in a taxi and giving a street name that she had little idea where she remembered it from.
It was only with a little surprise that Amy found herself back in the Rossebuurt. It was quiet at this time of day, but she found some nice restaurants open and had a leisurely rijs tafel in a small Indonesian place. One part of Amy felt that she should explore more of the city, but another urge was to remain in this part of town, as if there was something to wait for. Though she might deny it, part of her was eager to meet with Silke again. Whilst some of this might be lingering curiosity over her similarity to Caroline, Amy recognised that she was a little excited by Caroline’s lifestyle, so different from her own. As the afternoon passed it was increasingly difficult for Amy to clear her thoughts. She found herself walking the streets not knowing where she was going. Then she was window shopping in stores she never would have previously looked in, imagining herself dressed in the skimpy shiny clothes the female mannequins wore, fantasising about impaling herself on the vibrating rubber of the leading toys. She managed to pull herself away and find a comparatively quiet caf� which had German language magazines, but she found it difficult to get through even a single article without looking up whenever anyone entered and admiring or disapproving of how sexy their outfit was.
Finally, Amy looked at her watch. The day had passed, she did not really remember how. Yet, she was now filled with more determination than she had had since lunchtime. She walked into the streets, gazing as the lights of the district at night came on. A little disorientated now, she managed in the end to head back to the familiar location; deep down somehow certain of her destination, yet unwilling to fully admit it. The theatre’s bouncer nodded her through and Amy stepped into the gloom of the club. As she did, she felt herself come awake. The mirrorball over the main stage caught her eye and she gazed at it for some moments, but then felt there were things to be done and looked away. Amy glanced around excitedly at the audience gazing at the stage where three women, their hair and costumes in turn a red, white and blue cavorted and entwined as one would mix colours on a palette. Amy felt drawn in by the motion especially as she saw that Silke was the white element. Tonight she wore a sleeveless zipped top, long gloves, hotpants and knee-length boots, all a glistening white that achingly reminded Amy of the vinyl outfit she had almost put on. Now Amy was oblivious to the other two women and simply watched how Silke twisted and turned before taking her go at the pole riding it as if it was the best cock she had ever mounted.
The heavy throb of the music suddenly changed to something a little more sensuous and the three women broke from the stage plunging into the crowd, heading in different directions. They teased the men and made lascivious faces at the few women with them. Amy did not notice the ultimate target of the red and the blue woman because Silke found her out and a spotlight shone on both of them.
“Good to see you back.” Silke said in German with a heavy Dutch accent.
“Erm, I’m glad to be back.” As Amy said it she knew it to be true.
“I knew it. Come on, let’s play.”
Before Amy could respond she felt Silke’s boot wrapping round her leg and pulling her tight against Silke’s crotch. Silke grasped Amy’s unresisting head in both hands and pressed her lips against hers. Silke’s tongue snaked into Amy’s mouth and she felt a real buzz from it. Distantly she could hear cheers from the crowd, but was uncertain whether they were for her. Silke pulled away and with exaggerated movements stripped one of her gloves and handed the wrist to Amy. Amy took it, uncertain what to do next, but then Silke tugged on it and she followed. Amy was led back to the stage and, as she was, saw that Silke’s red and blue dance partners had also roped in their own catches, though in both cases men.
As she approached the stage, Amy realised that while she had been distracted, someone had placed three wooden chairs on the stage, the kind often used in dance routines. They ringed the pole so whoever sat looked out across a section of the audience. Amy and the two men were led on to the stage and directed to take a chair. The crowd were shouting and applauding loudly at the performance and combined with the loud music the noise made Amy’s head spin. Now the three women stood in front of the one they had pulled from the crowd. The two men goggled at the women who had selected them and gestured to their friends in the crowd. Amy forced a smile to seem to be enjoying it. She was enjoying it, but on quite a different level to the men seated beside her.
The three women now began circling the three on the chairs but then stopped back where they had started. They performed a lap dance for the person seated before them. Amy realised she should feel embarrassed, but rather she felt somehow that she was being shown something important. As she gazed up at Silke, running her tongue over her glossed lips, gyrating her hips so sexually, fondling her breasts constrained behind the tight top, Amy felt so aroused. It was not that she was lusting after Silke, she remained unattracted by women; it was more that she was lusting after what Silke was and what that permitted her to do. The performance ended with each of the dancers clutching the crotch of their victim and bending over them for a lengthy tongue-filled kiss. Amy’s head was spinning too much from the sexual heat of the whole thing to protest. Silke’s tongue was so smooth inside her mouth and the pressure of Silke’s hand between her showed Amy how wet she was. Then the women broke and the selected audience members grinned broadly, Amy among them. The three dancers bowed to the crowd and the place was roaring with cheering.
It was so loud Amy could barely think. From what she had heard, this performance had been quite tame, no actual copulation on stage, but she guessed it was early in the evening. Dizzy from the whole thing, Amy let herself be led passively by Silke from the stage. Whereas the men were returned to their seats, Amy found herself being led backstage with the dancers.
In the cool and quieter corridor out the back, Amy caught her breath. The red and blue dancers headed to the back, but Silke stayed with Amy.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes, yes, I did, I guess.”
“Good. I heard you came by last night, but you didn’t stay.”
“Erm, yes, er, no. I thought it’d be good to, erm, to have a drink, but then I felt tired. I don’t fancy you, it’s just, it seemed nice. I don’t make many friends.”
Silke gave her a sincere smile. “Yes, I know how it is. No, that would be nice. Do you want to go for a drink after the show?”
“I’m going back to Hamburg tomorrow.”
“That’s right, Karl said you had a slot in Hamburg. Well, that’s even more excuse to celebrate your last night in Amsterdam.” Silke said enthusiastically. “I’ll introduce you to some of the others, Elise and Sophie are cool. There’s late night places around here we can go to. We’ve got a few more performances to do. I can get you free drinks at the bar, if you’ll promise that you’ll still be around when we knock off. Is that a fair deal?”
“Certainly. I can entertain myself for a few hours.”
“Well, after my performance with you on stage, I can assure you, you’re not going to get hit on by too many men, their wives maybe.”
For a moment Amy was a little hesitant, worrying that Silke had somehow marked her out to be a lesbian.
“Don’t worry, I don’t fancy you either. It’s just some men in here are so fired up on pheromones, that they can become a bit of a handful.”
“Well, I should thank you for that.”
“Good, relax, have a few drinks. The shows you’re going to see here are like nothing else you’d see live. Come, I’ll introduce to Pieter and then I’ve got to change.”
Silke led Amy through another door and in minutes she was introduced to Pieter the barman and getting the first of her free drinks. She sat down close to the bar but with a good view of the stage. A faint voice inside asked her what she was doing, readying herself to watch erotic theatre, but Amy felt so far out of her normal modes of behaviour, of any of the usual ways she thought, that it was suppressed beneath a kind of sense of invulnerability blended with a curiosity as to what she would see. Over the next few hours she saw a handful of small dramas, with stories as scanty as those of an average porn video. Silke was in a few of them: the victim of a vampire and a prostitute working a street. It was interspersed with erotic dancing and by the time the show began winding down, Amy felt herself to be in a numb haze of alcohol and sexual excess.
“Amy. Amy.”
Amy stirred herself, realising Silke was standing over her. Now she wore a sexy white leather dress with crossed black laces running down both sides and buckled belts ran up under the matching shrug that covered her shoulders, no doubt the straps allow the wearer to bring the dress tight against her body. It clung to her body like a glove and displayed her cleavage so perfectly. Below the dress she wore white leather boots that stretched to her knee and stood on thick, though narrow, platforms and long cone-shaped heels.
“We’ve finished for the night. The others are just getting changed. Are you ready?”
Given what Amy had witnessed Silke doing she was amazed the woman had so much energy left but she guessed that acting like that could really fire her up.
“Sure, let’s go.” Amy responded, realising that her mind suddenly felt clear.
Amy followed Silke back through the private door and they headed towards the changing rooms. Amy admired how the soft smooth leather clung to her.
“Are you going out like that?” Amy asked.
“Of course, this is the Rossebuurt, it’s not a church trip.” Silke joked as she turned back to look at her.
“Okay.”
Silke’s tone softened. “You’re worried you’ll not fit in, that people’ll think why you’re hanging with us. It’s only clothes, come on, let’s go and find something good.”
As Silke led Amy down a familiar corridor, she did not let herself speculate on what she would end up wearing. Silke opened the door into the storeroom where Amy had been left the night before and Amy had an idea what she would end up wearing this time. The white outfit was as she had left it.
“Take your pick.” Silke began, gesturing to the clothes.
However, she quickly noticed the direction of Amy’s gaze.
“You want these.” It was more a statement than a question. “I think you’ll look so cool, something really sexy; you need out of those jeans and to have a skirt on.”
Amy began slipping out of her jacket. She was carried on by a force which was like an ache to live the dreams she had had, almost as if she had been trying to deny some destiny that she was now back on the path towards. She was unresisting as first Silke lifted her top off over Amy’s head and then undid her bra. She knew she had dreamt of feeling the slippery bustiere against her naked breasts and was powerless to deny them what they so yearned for. So quickly the bustiere was being zipped closed at the back, sealing their aroused nipples into the cool vinyl. Then she was taking off the ankle boots she had worn tonight, conscious that soon she would easing those feet into longer boots than she had ever considered wearing outside her wildest fantasies. Then Amy was stepping free of the jeans she had let fall to the floor. She hesitated as she touched her panties. Silke giggled and tugged down her hotpants a short way to show that they did not conceal even a thong and Amy’s body responded automatically, eager to be the same. In moments Amy stood naked from the waist down, but Silke was not going to let her halt the change and crouched to the floor holding the micro skirt ready for Amy to step into. Then it was sliding up her legs and into place. Amy rarely wore skirts and never one as short as this. Yet as she glanced over her back to see how it barely cupped her bum then to the front where the glossy vinyl was stretched so tight between her thighs, she realised she had been denying herself so much pleasure.
Silke was already unzipping each of the long boots and Amy simpered at the thought of her legs being encased in the length of these shiny boots and rising on their high heels. Silke took Amy’s right foot and guided it into the unaccustomed boot. In moments she was running the zip up closing the vinyl tight against Amy’s calf, the back of her knee and then her thigh. The sensation was unlike anything Amy had felt before, it was different to wearing tight jeans, it was so more encompassing and as Silke zipped the other boot closed, she realised that they would naturally lead the eye to the target of her sex. Amy strutted to the mirror, loving the sensation of the vinyl rippling and clinging to her as she moved. The reflection she saw initially seemed to be of another woman, but then, increasingly it seemed familiar and right as if she often dressed this way.
“You look beautiful, but it is no time to stand looking in the mirror. Come”.
For an instant Amy thought about the clothes she had left on the chair but something told her they were unimportant, that she could always come back for them, if she wanted to. Amy followed Silke along the corridor in the direction she knew led to the women’s changing room. It was very much like Amy had expected with racks of clothes and small make-up tables with lights around their mirrors. Two women sat there. One immediately caught Amy’s attention. She wore a tight black leather corset that showed off her breasts. Long leather gloves reached to her elbows and studded leather bracelets sat at each wrist and matched the spiked collar at her neck. Her legs wore fence net stockings and long shiny black boots with laces that reached all the way from her sharply pointed toes to her the top of the boots at her thigh. Her hair was black, a mass lifted up high on her head and then hanging far down her back. Her make-up was sharp – black lips and heavy mascara accentuated the paleness of her skin. She appeared like a gothic fantasy. The woman noted Amy’s gaze and smiled to give a human side to her extreme image. “Hi, I’m Elise, also known as Mistress Elle; Silke’s told me about you.”
“Elise is our resident dominatrix, but she’s a pussycat underneath.”
“I’m called Scarlet, but my real name’s Sophie.” Her accent sounded French.
Sophie wore a sheath dress in bright red which clung to her so tightly that her nipples were could be seen prominently. Amy knew it must be rubber and envied the way it held so tightly to the woman as she moved. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shiny scarlet back. Sophie stood, rising on the sharp cone heels and platforms of the patent red shoes she wore. Sophie smiled warmly at Amy making her feel relaxed despite this woman’s overt sexuality.
“Well, we’re all here now, are you ready for a real girls’ night?” Silke directed the question to Amy.
“You bet.” Amy replied enthusiastically.
Amy felt as if she was on a rollercoaster about to plunge down; a mixture of fear and excitement filled her. She wondered what it was going to be like to step out on to the streets of Amsterdam dressed like this, with these women. Something told her not to worry, that it was going to be fun. This was the Rossebuurt after all, not Museumplein, and here anything went.
“Monday mornings are always slow, so it’s our turn. Rikki lets us out to have some fun, he knows we’re not going to turn that many tricks this early in the week.” Elise explained.
Amy nodded, she guessed it had to already be Monday morning, but she could not remember where she had left her watch. For now, as the four women walked out the rear exit of the theatre, and then back into the bustle of the district, she was happy to be carried along by whatever Silke decided. Soon they were in a bar, primarily aimed at gay men, but which was equally happy to let paying females in to ogle the male talent stripping on stage.
“Here’s to a good weekend in Amsterdam.” Silke proposed a toast
The four women held up their small glasses of Dutch gin. Amy had tried one neat and found it a bit tough going, so from then on had had hers mixed with orange juice; the gin seemed to accentuate the flavour of anything it was added to. Amy found she was enjoying the strong fruit taste and the warm soft buzz the alcohol was giving her. The women downed their drinks and Sophie called the scantily-clad waiter to bring some more.
“Thank you, thanks, Silke, you’re a great friend; you’ve made this weekend really good.”
Silke smiled at Amy. “My pleasure, Ulrike, it’s always great to catch up with old friends.”
Amy enjoyed Silke’s response and leant in to give her a kiss. This brought cheers from the other two, so Amy kissed each in turn. Then the next drinks arrived.
“Well, here’s to Hamburg.” Sophie said. “You can host us when we come for a visit, Ulrike.”
Amy felt there was something wrong with what Sophie said, but could not place it. It did not matter anyway.
“To Hamburg.” Amy said in German and downed her drink with the others.
Amy found herself gazing at the two muscled men stripping each other provocatively on stage. She realised her pussy was wet at the sight of the male flesh. She held back from touching herself despite the hunger. Silke gave her a private smile and Amy felt Silke’s fingers snaking up under her short skirt.
“We look after our own people.” Silke said softly. “We all get needs, Karl’s ladies especially.”
Amy knew she could do nothing to stop the pleasant assault. Then she felt her hand taken by Sophie and soon pressed against the Frenchwoman’s warm, smooth mound. Amy had no real idea how to please a woman, but her stroking seemed to satisfy Sophie. Soon all four women looked like opium eaters, their eyes half closed and their tongues lolling in their mouths. With such male flesh on show, no-one paid attention to the females in the corner or question why they had suddenly all gone quiet. Amy came first, shuddering and bowing her head down to the table in an attempt to cope with the sensation. The realisation of what she was doing seemed to drive it home. Here she was, in a bar, dressed from head to toe like a pro, being brought off by another woman. Yet, in that thought, any belief that there was anything odd or wrong about it was swept away, driven off by the pleasure of what she was experiencing. Thoughts of the past felt so distant; so cold compared to the warmth and excitement of now.
One-by-one, Silke, Sophie and, finally, Elise with Silke twisting her nipples for added sensation, grunted their orgasms. Amy now felt a real buzz, a real sisterhood with these women. Well, there was no surprise in that, they were all in the same profession. This was like the drinking games she remembered the young men doing in her youth, back in, back in… The thought would not come. Back in Schwerin, of course, where she had grown up.
With another drink and the effects of the gin, Amy lost all sense of time. Eventually though things began to quieten down.
“Well, ladies, I think it is time to go.”
“Yes, I’ve got to get back to Hamburg.” Amy slurred.
“In English if you please, Ulrike.” Sophie joked. “Us Frenchwomen are not so hot in German. I have enough trouble with my Dutch.”
“Sorry.” Amy responded concentrating on using English, but it was so difficult to think in it. “I need to get back to Hamburg, erm, Dieter’s expecting me.”
Amy wondered for a moment who Dieter was, but then guessed that that had to be her boss. She realised she must have had a lot to drink.
“Have no worry, Ulrike, Karl’s got a job up there: he’s going to drive you up. Don’t you remember? It’s under 400 kilometres; you’ll be home by lunchtime. I’ll give him a call to say you’re coming.”
“She’s already come.” Sophie joked.
Amy found herself laughing with the others, enjoying the camaraderie of the saucy humour that went with her profession.
“Where’s my phone?” Amy asked dimly as Silke began punching numbers into hers.
“You left it in your bag, don’t you remember? Karl’s got it all safe.”
“Right, right.”
Silke’s responses seemed to keep triggering off memories in Amy’s mind but she was glad as they were reassuring. Amy stood, surprised that she did not wobble. She looked down at the tight vinyl clothes she wore. Even drunk she had to admit she looked damn sexy and one advantage of these clothes was that no stains showed.
After a quick session in the ladies’ the four of them spilled out into the street. Daylight was already appearing and they blinked as their eyes adjusted. They kissed their farewells in turn.
“I look forward to coming to see you in Hamburg.” Elise said.
“Certainly, there’s some great places. I’ll see if we can get a show for ladies, rather than riding on the back of the gays.”
“They didn’t seem to mind too much, but that would be good.”
Sophie kissed Amy’s cheek and hugged her briefly. “Travel safely.” She said and hurried to catch Elise.
A white van pulled up across the road from the bar and Amy could see Karl inside. He waved to the two women.
“Time to go.” Amy said in German then corrected to English. “It is the time for me to travel.”
“Yes, but I am glad you came, glad you found me out. It’s hard to hold on to friends in this world.”
“It was good, it’s been good to be with you lot. I have so much to tell Jaisa and Marie when I get back.”
Silke hugged Amy and waved as she walked to the van. Karl had opened the door, and Amy jumped inside. She closed the door.
“Ready Ulrike?” Karl asked in German.
“Certainly. Let’s go. Thanks for the lift.”
“My pleasure.”
Amy glanced out of the van window and gave a final wave to Silke before Karl gunned the van and took them into the streets of Amsterdam. Before they had cleared the city limits Amy found the alcohol and the motion of the van lulling her to sleep.
Ulrike felt a hand shaking her gently. She awoke to see they were on the autobahn and Karl was indicating for the main Hamburg exit. There was an ipod hanging from Ulrike’s neck and the earplugs were still in her ears. On her lap was an envelope with Karl’s name on, she moved that on to the dashboard and disentangled herself from the headphones, she guessed she must have dropped off wearing them.
“You’ve slept all the way.” Karl said in German as he noticed Ulrike come awake. “Here, have some water, you’ll get dehydrated on the amount of gin I guess you’ve put away.”
For an instant Ulrike thought that something was wrong, but then that she was being silly and responded in the same language. She realised she felt surprisingly good, Karl’s van was more comfortable than she might have expected. As she came awake fully she realised that she felt aroused too: her nipples were hard against the vinyl of her bustiere and she was glad her skirt was of the same material as her pussy threatened to start dripping. She took the proffered bottle of mineral water and drunk a few swigs.
“Well, me and Silke, Sophie and Elise had such a good time.” Ulrike giggled.
“I hope you’re not too blown away not to be any use tonight.”
“No, some coffees and a few cigarettes and I’ll be fine.” Ulrike glanced at her watch. “I’ve got a couple of hours before Dieter’ll expect me on duty. There’s a shower out the back. Thanks for taking me to Amsterdam.”
“No worries, it’s the least I could do. It’s good to stay in touch with old friends.”
“Yes.”
Well, Silke was hardly an old friend, Ulrike and her had only met a few months ago both doing a show for Rikki. Ulrike’s own boss, Dieter, had loaned her and a couple of his other ladies out to make up the numbers. Ulrike and Silke had hit it off from the start; they seemed to have the same sense of humour and take on life; the same love of sexy white clothes too.
Soon the van was heading to the St. Pauli district, the home of the so-called Reeperbahn, Hamburg’s equivalent of the Rossenbuurt. Within minutes they were approaching Herbertstrasse where Ulrike worked a window. She knew it had been a heavy night but to Ulrike it felt like she had been away from the place for years. Even the streets she knew so well seemed as if she had only seen them in photos. She fumbled in her small white handbag for the key among the cigarettes, mobile phone, condoms and identity card she kept in there. She bent over to kiss Karl on the cheek. He was a good man and she looked forward to the next time that he had a chance to stay over.
“Thanks Karl; thanks for the lift. I’ll see you soon, yes?” Ulrike asked coyly
Ulrike realised she had the hots for this man and if she had had more time, she would have suggested them pulling over and jumping in the back. She knew that tonight as she sucked off some tired businessman it would be Karl’s face she would be seeing.
“No doubt about it. I’m in Hamburg until Thursday. I’ve got a lot of things to arrange, but we’ll go for a meal on Wednesday night? I’ll clear it with Dieter.”
“I look forward to it.” She said sincerely.
Ulrike repeated the kiss and ran her hand gently over Karl’s crotch. He smiled broadly. Ulrike opened the door and stepped from the van.
“Hey, don’t forget your bag.” Karl called.
Ulrike turned and took the overnight bag from him. “Thanks, I’d forgotten all about it.”
“No worries, you don’t want to leave it behind. You’ve got some sexy clothes in there and those boots, well they’re to lose your mind for.”
“Thanks.”
Ulrike waved Karl off before smoothing her slippery skirt and tugging up the boots she wore. Herbertstrasse was the top of the ladder in terms of the Reeperbahn. By city ordinance, aside from the working girls themselves, only men over eighteen were allowed down here and paid the best prices for the hottest women. Ulrike was pleased to be here, though feeling as sexually hungry as she did at the moment she knew if offered she would do it on a corner in Gerhardstrasse if someone offered. The large windows were like those of the Rossebuurt and for now they were covered with curtains. Given them a few hours, though, Ulrike knew, and they would be filled with the sexiest women money could literally buy and she would be amongst them. She stopped for a moment, happy that she had had a good weekend break with Silke, but knew she was glad to be back. Then she turned and went into Dieter’s establishment.
“Ulrike?”
To Ulrike, Dieter seemed strangely hesitant.
“Yes, it’s me.” She replied in a joking tone.
Dieter smiled. He was a man in his fifties, a little overweight but well dressed and with a style which was smart, rather than smarmy. Unlike many of the employers round this way he could have passed for a small-town burgomeister.”
“How was Amsterdam?”
“Great, it was good to catch up with Silke.”
“Good, I am glad you enjoyed it, glad you went.”
“I’m happy to be back though.”
“So am I.”
“Have you been home yet?”
Ulrike shook her head. “Karl dropped me off here.”
“Okay, have a quick shower then have a break before you get started. Jasia’s upstairs, she’ll be pleased to see you I’m sure.”
“Great. Can you make me a coffee?”
“Sure, for my favourite girl, anything.”
Ulrike gave Dieter a daughterly kiss and headed upstairs. In the small lounge a tall thin Polish woman, who Ulrike knew as Jasia was sitting drinking a can of cola and flicking through a magazine. She wore a tight purple leather corset, a matching skating skirt and knee length boots.
“Ulrike?”
“Jasia, great to see you. How’s things?” Ulrike stooped to air kiss her fellow pro.
“You know, quite quiet. How are you?”
“I’m feeling so horny, I’m just dying for some cock.”
Jasia smiled. “I know it, when you ladies come back from Amsterdam you can’t get enough of it.”
“It’s a great place. You should go.”
“I might do that. It might be worth it to feel the way you obviously do.”
“Well, we’re the best in town. Herbertstrasse’s got the cream of the women working the Reeperbahn. Why shouldn’t I enjoy my work?”
“Go get in that shower then, probably make sure it’s a cold one or you’ll be boiling over before the first john turns up.” Jasia joked.
“Okay, okay.”
Ulrike could remember liking Jasia and her sense of humour. In minutes she had gone down to the bathroom at the end of the hall. She was loath to strip out of her lovely vinyl clothes, but guessed she had to. Soon she was naked. Having washed and dried her hair and doused herself in the fragrances she knew Dieter got cheap, Ulrike began slipping herself back in to the vinyl. She loved these clothes which is why she had worn them on her weekend away. They made her feel so sexy, they declared what she was and nothing else. Ulrike guessed that was why she got on so well with Silke, they knew they were sexy women and were not afraid to show it with everything they did and especially what they wore.
In forty minutes, Ulrike was feeling refreshed. Dieter’s coffee had gone cold but Jasia made her another one. Ulrike had loved easing back into her glistening white clothes and to complement them dug in her weekend bag to find her make-up and hairspray. Her hair looked better with some body and the dark make-up around her eyes and the lip gloss seemed to transform her. She was pleased to have her face now more in keeping with the hot body squeezed into the shiny plastic below it. Ulrike sipped her coffee watching some music videos on the television; she always enjoyed seeing what the female performers wore.
The time seemed to rush by and Ulrike was glad that she had not been tempted to go first to her small apartment. She remembered the address, but, like a lot of things since she had got back, it seemed very distant and she found it difficult to picture the place. She put that down to too much Dutch gin. At least she knew where to go and had found her front door key in her bag. Jasia stubbed out her cigarette and tossed aside the magazine she had been reading. Ulrike had had a couple of smokes too, but she had found herself coughing. She liked a cigarette, but guessed that maybe she had flu or a cold coming.
“Time to go to work.” Jasia said, glancing at her watch.
“That’s good.” Ulrike responded as she felt the stirrings of the lust that she knew ran through her each evening and made her enjoy her job so much.
In minutes the two prostitutes, and Marie too, were each stepping into their windows, ready to try to attract passersby. As usual, Ulrike was too excited to sit down, and rather paced the small room as if she was a streetwalker. She made sure to thrust out her bum tightly held by her short skirt and toy a little with her own breasts. Her desire for some cock was rising and she felt that if she did not get some soon, she would explode.
As it turned out, Ulrike did not have to wait long for her first customer. He was a lanky young man probably little older than the permitted minimum age to come into Herbertstrasse. Like many johns he wanted to tell his story and Ulrike listened sympathetically as he went on about how he had a girlfriend but she was more experienced than him and he was worrying she would lose interest in him, unless he knew a bit more. Ulrike found he had already come in his pants, but she managed to stroke his cock back to erection. She did not question how she knew where, when and how to touch this nervous man, but it was clear that she was doing it correctly. She clutched his balls to stop him coming and encouraged him to sustain his hardness. With the other hand she guided his fingers around the map of her pussy lips and clit thinking that in training him she was probably doing a real favour for some young woman in Hamburg. She faked her orgasm in time with when she let him come. The gratitude of the man shone in his eyes and he pressed tens more euros into Ulrike’s hand. She told him that of course he should come back the following week for further lessons and smiled to herself at how she was cultivating a regular.
About sixty minutes passed before her next client. He was in his fifties and at first she mistook him for a policeman, something like an Inspektor or Oberinspektor from another city, looking to take a freebie. However as he removed his coat he seemed to deflate and she saw a lonely man pressed down by the world. Of course, Ulrike realised, he was looking for her to sustain his pretend status. She played along, deftly praising him and complimenting him, bowing to his supposed authority. Soon she noticed his strength returning and quickly he was barking out terse commands. Ulrike found herself kneeling on the bed, her head lowered demurely before she was ordered onto her front and taking advantage of her short skirt, the man was soon driving her as he would push his wheelbarrow on the weekends, but with his cock doing the steering.
Now with some meat being confidently pushed inside her, Ulrike felt real pleasure. She realised inflating the man’s ego was keeping his cock up too and she teased and squeezed it with the muscles of her pussy, mentally reminding herself she had to keep up the exercises. Soon he was truly beginning to take her, to thrust her into the floor and when he climaxed in a series of grunts Ulrike found she was accompanying him with long moans of genuine pleasure. With her clothes readjusted and her ‘Inspektor’ marching off proudly Ulrike felt good. At least she had had two cocks now to give her a little satisfaction. Yet, her pussy remained wet and hungry and she hoped it would not be long until the next one.
Ulrike stood again in her window. From there she could see some of the other women working in neighbouring ones. She was proud that none of them wore the brilliant, glossy white that she did. Then she saw a man coming down the street. She took him to be a regular as he was not browsing the windows, rather he walked with a purpose. She was a little surprised when he stopped by her window, but she did not hesitate to open it.
This man was probably five years older than Ulrike and she immediately felt turned on by him. He wore a tight black polo top with a ‘v’ at the neck which showed off just the hint of the tanned flesh below and revealed his muscles through its tightness. Below were skin-tight oxblood leather trousers, their smooth lines unbroken by pockets. His bum was so hot she wanted to take him where he stood just to get her hands caressing it.
“Are you Ulrike? Ulrike Reiter?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ve been recommended, a friend of mine, Karl, suggested you.” He tugged out some notes from the money belt concealed just below his waistline to show he was not a time waster.
“Come in?”
“Conrad.”
Ulrike was delighted that he had come for her specifically. She was sure she was going to be able to squeeze a lot of pleasure for herself out of this one.
“He told me he’d brought a new one up from Amsterdam and she was well worth trying out.”
“Oh, I’m not new; I’ve been here three years.
“Right, sorry, yes.” Conrad apologised as if he had said something he should have remembered to get right.
“Karl just gave me a lift back, I was visiting friends there, Silke.”
“Silke Deridder?”
Ulrike nodded. “Do you know her?”
“Karl’s told me about her.”
Ulrike pulled the curtain across the window. “Come through.” She said as she walked into the small back room.
Conrad threw a couple of hundred euros on the bed and Ulrike took that to indicate that he was going to start what he wanted to do, probably a bit of role play. His first question told her she was not wrong.
“Are you a prostitute?” Conrad asked harshly.
“Yes, yes, I am.” Ulrike responded in a shy tone that she hoped Conrad appreciated.
“What are you? Tell me.”
“I’m a prostitute, you can have me for 200 euros.” Ulrike said seductively, feeling surprisingly excited by simply telling the truth.
“You’re a whore.”
“I’m a whore, you can buy me, buy my sex. You can fuck me, I can suck you, give you hand relief.”
“You dress like a whore.”
“Yes, I dress like a whore.” Ulrike said unashamedly, and whilst she had not really thought about it, she liked the fact. “No-one can mistake me for anything else. I wear tight, so tight, shiny slippery clothes, skirts that just cover my bum, tops that show my breasts so well, and long, long boots that show the way to my pussy and allow me to strut so sexily with every step I take.”
With every statement, Ulrike seductively stroked the part of her that she was referring to. This statement of what she was made her far more conscious of the fact than she had imagined it would do and in turn it stoked up the simmering heat inside her. Then she lifted her skirt enough to show her wet pussy lips. Conrad’s physical reaction was as she had hoped and she was eager to release his clearly large cock from its leather prison and have it enter her.
“What is your name?”
That question threw Ulrike a little, but she guessed not every role player had his script perfected.
“I am Ulrike, Ulrike Reiter, but I can be whoever you like: Susie, Elle, Amber, Karin, Katja.”
“You could be Amy, Amy Walsh?”
“If you like.” Ulrike giggled. “If you want me to be that American beauty you miss from last summer. Does she like white vinyl too?” Ulrike added breathlessly.
“Sure; she does now.”
“Sounds like a sensible lady.”
Ulrike stood a little more proudly trying to think herself into the role of an American tourist. She imagined it would not be difficult for a man like Conrad to turn the head of a visiting young woman.
“Conrad, did you miss me? It’s Amy.”
Conrad looked a bit put out.
“Is my German still that bad? I’ve been practising so hard since we last met.” Ulrike continued with an eager voice; she was enjoying this play.
“I got myself some new clothes too, something to complement those tight shiny leathers you wear. Conrad, you look so sexy in them and I wanted to look just as hot. Do you like the outfit? I got it especially for you.” Ulrike said as she turned to show him all around her body and especially her smooth vinyl-coated bum.
Ulrike stepped closer and threw her arms around his waist. “Aren’t you pleased to see me? I’ve been thinking about you so much on the flight over here. I need you, I need you to take me here and now. Just use me, I want you inside me so much.”
Conrad pulled back. “That’s great, love. You certainly can do the business.”
Ulrike was a little disappointed. “So you don’t want me to continue?”
Ulrike knew some men just paid to spend time with prostitutes not wanting any physical contact, but she had really hoped that she would get to be ridden by this one. Maybe the memories of this Amy were too strong in him.
“No, Amy Walsh was the name I was told to use; it was just a name to test your reaction.”
“Right. So what do you want, if you don’t want me to be Amy?” Ulrike asked, not bothering to believe Conrad’s explanation or not. “I saw you come direct here, you didn’t pick me at random. You’ve put your money down, we don’t give refunds, you might as well enjoy yourself.”
“I have a friend, he’s joining us.”
“Right.” Now Ulrike was getting an inkling of what this man was seeking; he was the pioneer finding the way for a less confident friend. “He’ll pay the same as you, too.”
“No problems.” Conrad nonchalantly slipped a further two hundred euros onto the bed.
Ulrike could not remember how long it was since she had done a ‘DP’, double penetration, but she was sure she had done one sometime. The way she felt this evening it was just what she needed to come close to satisfying how hot she felt. Then again one of them might simply watch, it was all good to her, so long as Ulrike got at least one of them inside her.
“You’ll suck me off, he’ll take you from behind, up the pussy, not the arse.” Conrad explained.
“Sure, good by me.”
“You’ll call me Master from now on.”
“Yes, Master.” Ulrike replied, lowering her eyes from Conrad’s gaze, showing her consent to his order.
Ulrike was more than happy for some more role play; she had been pleased with the ‘Amy’ she had conjured up, but something a little more D/s could be fun too. Long ago, she knew, she had identified a submissive streak inside her and it was always good to have it brought out in her work. There was a tap at the window.
“That’ll be him.”
Ulrike nodded and walked back to the window. It was rare for anyone to disturb when the curtain was across, but she realised she was now working to a programme planned by the two men, but 400 euros in five minutes made it worthwhile playing along. She smiled as she pulled back the curtain and saw Karl standing there. He was now in black jeans and a black denim shirt; clean shaven too. Karl smiled as he stepped through the window.
“You know you could have had me for free.” Ulrike whispered in his ear.
“Don’t say that so loudly, Dieter might hear.” Karl said lightly. “Anyway, it’s much more enjoyable to buy your sex. You know us men: we need certain things in place to really get us going.”
Karl turned to Conrad. “How did she do?”
“Excellently.”
“Ah, so you sent him in to get a second opinion on how well I play.”
“A little, I just wanted Conrad to get to know you a little first. Silke mentioned the name of his company once. Apparently she used to have a friend who worked there. Then I happened to run into Conrad at a party and we hit it off.”
“It turned out we have the same tastes in terms of women.” Conrad added.
“Yes, he and I have been talking about taking the same woman at once, and you seemed ideal.” Karl continued.
“Thank you.” Ulrike felt a flash of pride from both men’s statements.
“Thank you what?” Karl said, his face turning serious.
“Master, Masters.” Ulrike knew the game had re-started and she lowered her eyes.
“Good, slave. Turn, let me see how you display your body for your masters.”
Ulrike brought her hands together having the effect of pushing up her breasts and then slowly turned with baby steps. Karl reached over and ran his hand up the inside of her thighs reminding her of the slippery boots she wore. Conrad joined him and as she came back round to face him each man grasped a breast. Ulrike simpered with the pleasurable sensation.
Karl abandoned Ulrike and went to pull the bed out from the wall. Ulrike guessed what he was going to do.
“Bend over it.” Karl commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Ulrike did not have to be ordered twice, she stretched herself across the narrow bed.
Conrad moved in front of her and Ulrike was glad finally to see his hard cock emerge. Now she really wanted it in her mouth. She moved to get that close to his hard flesh now emerging from the tight leather, the aroma of which gave her a heady feeling. She grasped the base of his cock in one hand and gently toyed with his balls in the other. Then she felt Karl behind her, spreading her booted legs a little wider, exposing her sodden pussy. In moments he was grasping her mound with his hand and she let out and involuntary grunt as he did. Her pussy was so wet and she knew she was going to enjoy this. Conrad seemed to be in no hurry so Ulrike guided his meat to her mouth and really savoured the manly flavour as she wrapped her tongue around its head, moistening it before bringing it further into her mouth for the first time. As she did she felt Karl’s cock pushing through her pussy lips so easily. He was large and she enjoyed the feeling of being filled by him even as loose as she was at that moment.
“That’s it my toy, my sex toy. That’s all you are, to be filled by two men’s fat cocks at once.” Karl said forcefully.
Ulrike knew that if she had not had Conrad’s cock filling her mouth she would have groaned aloud with knowing Karl’s words were true. The sensation of her breasts tight in their bustiere as they were pressed into the bed, the feeling of her so short skirt pushed up to reveal her thongless bum beneath, and, above all, the encasing long boots that held her legs told her she was no more than a vinyl-coated toy for men to use as they wished. Then both men began bucking and she was rocked between them, unable to express the climax which was mounting in her. However, as she drank down the jism which Conrad began spraying into her throat and then Karl shudder and fall against her, Ulrike felt her mind blown apart by the sensations and she was then senseless to all but the pleasure. She realised that for her there was nothing better than being a pro fucked while dressed in shiny vinyl and the longest, glossiest white boots she could have been given.