Chapter 4: Getting to Know You

I was at the door of the hotel at precisely 7:00, when Herr Schmidt (‘call me Heinrich’, he had told me) stopped in his large Audi SQ7 SUV. The doorman opened the passenger side front door for me, and I took a seat. Heinrich was driving, and in the back was the young woman from the bank that morning.

“Kevin, I’m sorry but I didn’t introduce you to my niece, Heidi, this morning.”

He grinned a bit, and a laugh came from the back seat.

“I know the name is a bit of cliché, but her mother loved the book!”

I turned around in the seat and extended my hand.

“Es ist gut Sie kennenzulearnen, Heidi. And you are the first Heidi I’ve ever met, so you are unique!”

“Thank you, Herr Walker, it is gut to meet you as well!”

Heinrich interrupted,

“I’ve brought Heidi to dinner with us to practice her English, and, as she is my personal assistant, to become acquainted with one of the bank’s highly valued clients. And you will also get to know her as well, Kevin!”

Soon we stopped at the restaurant, which was not, dank sei Gott, a traditional German food place with heavy, carb filled dishes. In fact, it was a two-star Guide Michelin French restaurant that served nouvelle cuisine. It was delicious, and not heavy and the portions were just right.

During dinner we spoke of many things, but in general stayed away from business. The one exception was when I assured Heinrich that I had no intentions of changing our relationship with the bank, a statement that seemed to relieve him.

Towards the end of dinner, Heinrich excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving Heidi and me alone at the table. That was when Heidi leaned over to me and asked in a low voice,

“Kevin, would you like to bumpsen machen?”

I looked at her a bit lost — that had not been a phrase that I had learned in German.

She saw that I didn’t understand her, and she made a circle with the thumb and first finger on one hand, and used her second finger on the other hand, pushing it in and out in a clear reference to a penis.

“You know,” she said, “ficken machen.”

I laughed before I told her, “Natürlich!”

“Gut, then we go back to the hotel und you fuck me!” she declared.

What could I do? It would be rude of me not to accept such a kind offer.

Heinrich drove back to drop me off at my hotel and I could see he smiled when Heidi followed me out with a small overnight bag. This was not an impromptu event — Heidi certainly had Heinrich’s approval, if not direction.

I’m not sure if he knew that I had suddenly become one of the super-rich, but he knew that I had been given a position of influence and power beyond the normal dreams of a man my age. And he was going to try and do things that would curry favor with me.

We waved as he accelerated away.

Heidi was, more or less, what I had expected her to be. Her young body was pristine — lovely, with tight clear skin; her tits were not overly large, but stuck straight out with no sagging. She was an enthusiastic lover who seemed to really enjoy sucking cock, and was open to sex in a number of positions — missionary, doggy, cowboy, reverse cowboy.

She enjoyed oral when I did her as well. (“Most of the boys I know won’t do that! It is gut for me to suck them, but not gut for them to lick me! Arschlochs!”) I didn’t try to hurry her with anal, because I suspected that I would have numerous other opportunities to introduce her to various kinds of kinky sex. She was just what she seemed — a sexy little morsel.

But the discussion with her was even more valuable to me.