Chapter 8

They cab dropped them in front of the police station. They walked hand-in-hand beyond Herbertstasse to the narrow alley that ran behind it. A policeman was standing at the alley entrance. Marcy pulled the ID from her pocket and flashed it at the policeman who waived her through then said, "halt." Both Marcy and Kevin thought that he knew she wasn't the woman on the ID. They were wrong. He pointed to Kevin and waived his finger. They both realized that the alley was just the opposite of Herbertstrasse. The policeman was there to keep men out. The irony was not lost on either of them.

They didn't hug. They didn't kiss. They didn't even say goodbye. They unlaced their fingers and just parted. Kevin watched as she walked down the alley. Halfway down she turned to the left as if she had done it a thousand times before and punched some numbers onto a pad. Then she was gone.

Kevin turned around and walked back to Herbertstasse and the bright red barricade. He walked down to number seven. The chair behind the window was empty. It was Friday and seemed to be busier than it was last night even though it was very early. He walked up and down the street and looked into many of the windows but his mind was on the empty window at number 7.

He heard languages from around the world as groups of two, three and four men excitedly discussed the women in the windows. They laughed but their laughter was a nervous laughter that he thought was a cover-up. He must have made two or three turns up and down the street.

He glanced at his watch and saw that it was now a few minutes after six. The chair in the window was still empty. He walked to the end of the street and thought that maybe she had changed her mind. He was about to leave the street and walk back to the alley to see if she was waiting for him. Then he looked back over his shoulder and saw that several of the men had stopped pacing and were looking into a window that he thought must be near the window of number 7.

His legs were like rubber as he approached a group of men that must have grown to ten or so in just a minute. Then he saw what they were looking at. Behind the glass was a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing a black lace teddy and high heel pumps that were very familiar because he bought them. The teddy left nothing to the imagination.

Her hard nipples were clearly visible. The legs were cut so high they ended above her hip bones. There was an earthiness that set her apart from all of the other women on the street.

She was bravely smiling at the small crowd but Kevin sensed that this was a front and that she was really terrified.

Kevin was right, she was terrified. When Marcy and Kevin had parted at the alley she walked to the door that had number 7 written above it.

Next to the door, as Karin had promised, was a key pad. She punched in the four digits that she had memorized. The door clicked and she was able to open it. The hall was dark but not for long. A tall blonde had turned on the light and walked towards her.

"Hi, you must be Marcy, I'm Alexis." Alexis was tall. She must have stood five ten. Marcy thought she looked harder than Karin. Alexis was dressed very much like Marcy was, jeans and a jacket. These weren't her working clothes but her commuting clothes. "Hi Alexis. I didn't know if you would still be here."

"Karin asked me to make sure you were okay before I left. Let me show you around although there's really not much to see. Down the hall was a small refrigerator. Alexis opened the door and said, "plenty of soft drinks, juice and fruit. Although tonight, I doubt that it will be very slow. Friday's are always busy but tonight should be busier than usual. Several ships arrived in the harbor today." She walked a little farther down the narrow hall and opened a door that led to the bedroom. Marcy was seeing what Kevin had seen just last night. "I changed the sheets already. It was slow today. Clean sheets are in the cabinet. Everything else you might need is in bathroom.

Then she walked to the small room at the very front of the building. All that occupied it was a comfortable chair that was placed in front of a large window that faced the pedestrian street. "This is where you present yourself to the men. I'm sure Karin explained the routine. Just smile pretty. When a man is interested he'll point to himself or walk to the door. The buzzer is under the seat of you chair. You don't have to let everyone in but you shouldn't get in the habit of rejecting too many." Then with concern she asked, "Are you okay?" Marcy wasn't okay but she wasn't about to tell a stranger, a German prostitute that she was far from okay. "I'm fine. Karin said there were some things I could change into in the dresser."

"Yes, they're all clean. Take your pick. If they get soiled just toss them in the hamper with the dirty sheets and towels. The laundry will pick them up in the morning. The laundry business, as you might imagine, is very good here." With that she hugged Marcy and said, "Good luck, Ciao," and she was gone.

Marcy was alone. She seemed almost in a daze as she pulled the top drawer in the old dresser out. It was stuffed full of frilly things.

She chose a teddy, a black teddy, that she thought looked cute. She hung up the jacket in the armoire, stepped out of her jeans and slipped the T shirt over her head. The teddy left nothing to the imagination. Marcy was about to try something else on but decided that it didn't make that much difference. The bras and panties were so tiny that she didn't think it would make any difference what she wore. She stepped back in her black pumps and went into the bathroom to repair the damage to her hair that was caused by taking off the T-shirt.

It was time. It was past time. There was no way of prolonging the inevitable any longer. She walked to the room with the window, took a deep breath and entered. No sooner had she sat down than two swarthy men stopped walking and turned to the window. Almost immediately they were joined by others. Then, she saw him. Kevin walked up to the group and stood off to the side behind them. Their eyes locked. He gave her a half smile and she thought a thumb's up.

One of the men who must have been about fifty smiled at her and actually waved. She smiled back. Then, he left the group and started walking towards the door to number 7. She looked at Kevin. He too smiled and subtly nodded his head. Her hand reached under the chair and pressed the button that would release the door. Then, on shaky legs she managed to stand look back at the crowd and walk to the door.

Kevin had a hard time breathing. Marcy had left the room behind the window. The door closed behind the man who appeared to be Greek or Turkish. He wondered if the man would soon return because they weren't able to reach an agreement or for some other reason. The crowd quickly dispersed and moved on to other windows, windows that weren't empty. Kevin alone was looking at the empty window. After a couple of minutes it was obvious that her visitor would not exit number 7 very soon.

Marcy led the man to the bedroom as Karin had told her to. Certainly language was not a problem. He spoke no German, she didn't speak Greek but they both spoke English.

"How much?" The tall man asked.

"That depends, what do you want?"

"I travel for more than two months. Last time for me was in Bangkok. Three weeks ago. I want everything."

"For an hour that would be 400 euros."

"400 euros. Last time I here it was 250." Marcy thought she had made a mistake. Karin had told her that for 250 the men expected a few minutes of oral and then intercourse. But before she could discuss any reduction in price he said, "okay, okay, 400 for the pretty lady, but everything for Demitri, right?"

"Yes for one hour, everything." He fished into his wallet and handed four 100 euro notes to her. Then without being invited, sat down on the bed and began to take off his black leather shoes. Marcy just watched has he undressed. When he unbuckled his pants she expected to see boxers or briefs. He wore neither. When he unbuttoned his trousers out sprang what Karin would have called an extra, extra large. She gulped. He could have been a male performer at Colibri. Hell, he could have been the headliner at the Colibri. She had wondered how the petite performer could have accommodated the length and girth of her partner. Soon, she would have a chance to see for herself what it was like.

The Greek stood up and took her in his arms. His lips pressed against hers. They were thick and wet. His breath smelled of garlic. She remembered what Karin had said about kissing. The best rule is don't. It takes too much time and will fuck up your head, Karin had warned. It's best to save your kisses for your husband. Yet she didn't think about Karin's warning for very long. His tongue was snaking its way into her mouth. She was having a hard time breathing through her nose. She was getting hot, oh so hot.

His hands began their exploration. The went between their bodies and caressed the swollen orbs. While his tongue was entwined with hers, the thumb and forefinger of each hand found her hard nipples and began to softly pinch and tweak them. Her legs were getting wobbly. Then his right hand found its way to her waist then between her legs. She was so embarrassed when his fingers touch her soaking pussy. She was leaking profusely. He broke the kiss and looked at his wet fingers.

He wondered if he hadn't encountered a menstrual flow. He was pleased to see that his fingers were covered with clear fluid. "Oh, pretty lady likes Demitri. No?" As she slipped the tiny straps off her shoulder and skinned the black teddy off her body she admitted, "yes, pretty lady likes Demitri." She stepped out of her heels and lay down on the bed, naked. Well, not entirely naked because the gold band on the third finger of her left hand covered a smidgin of flesh. Then, his large body covered her. He resumed the kissing. His lips finally left her mouth which gasped for a breath of air. Then his lips cover her neck with little kisses. He kissed the top of her right breast while his right hand played with her left breast. Then his lips began to suck the turgid nipple like a baby suckling. He wondered if he could draw milk. Then he switched to the other side. By the time he began to kiss her heaving tummy he was certain he had made her climax more than once. He smiled to himself. He visited prostitutes around the world but seldom made them really come.

Marcy was lost in her feelings. She never imagined it could be like this. Like Karin had said, she didn't love this stranger from Greece. Oh but could he ring her bells. Then his nose was in the small patch of curly brown pubic hair that remained above her cleft. His thick tongue cleaved her lips. Then he took her engorged clitoris between his lips and began to gently suck. There was no mistaking her climax. She shuddered and sighed and soaked his face. Then his tongue became a cock as he plunged it into her vagina as far as possible. His tongue was joined by one finger and then two. He wanted to explore as much of this beautiful creature as he could. He had never been with anyone quite like her.