Judy nervously took her place at the end of the line of girls waiting across
the street from the Hamburg police station. The other girls all looked at
her, a stranger, with unfriendly eyes. Judy was careful to stand exactly
five feet to the left of the nearest girl, and exactly in line with them,
and exactly three feet back from the sidewalk.
As the first man approached, Judy readied herself to step forward, but at
the last moment she lost her nerve. The girl to her right seized the
initiative, stepping exactly one big step forward and saying “Sie mögen
mich?,” Do you like me?, to the man. He nodded his head no, and as she
stepped back into line the next girl stepped forward an asked the same
question.
The man paused farther down the line, to speak with one of the girls, who
answered him. Judy could only make out his reply of “Zu viel,” Too much.
The girl said something else. He answered, “gut,” okay, and the two of them
walked off together. Judy moved to the right as the line closed on the
newly-vacated space.
“Do you like me?” the girl to Judy’s right said suddenly. Judy hadn’t even
seen the customer coming. From his clothes he was obviously American. The
“Do you like me’s” continued down the line, but nobody got this customer.
Seeing another potential customer, Judy stepped forward and said, “Do you
like me?” but the other girls laughed. He was obviously a German. Judy was
pulled roughly backward by the next girl, who stepped forward with her “Sie
mögen mich?” He accepted whatever she had offered, and they walked away
together quickly.
In the next twenty or thirty minutes Judy learned how to step forward
aggressively, speak her greeting, and then step backward promptly if the
prospect didn’t reply favorably. She also learned only to approach men who
made eye contact with her. Those who kept their eyes straight as they
walked passed the line of girls, weren’t approached.
After nearly an hour of rejections Judy was beginning to think she was a
failure at her new, temporary trade. She was now near the middle of the
line. Other girls had joined at the end. The line held girls of many ages.
Some were certainly too young. Others were pretending to be.
“Wieviel?” the man said. For a moment Judy was speechless. He’d asked her,
“How much?”
“Fünfzig Euros,” Judy answered, speaking from rote, imitating what she’d
overheard other successful girls say. She had no idea how much or how
little money that might be.
“Ja gut,” he answered, words that Judy recognized meant that he’d just
agreed to be her price.
“Um, I don’t speak any German,” Judy told him as they walked up the
Reeperbahn.
“Ich verstehe nicht Englisch,” he replied. Judy could only guess that he’d
told her he didn’t understand English.
“Wieviel ohne Schutz?” he then asked. Judy shook her head no, to indicate
that she didn’t understand him. “Ich wünsche Sie ohne ein condom,” he then
said.
“Yes,” Judy said, nodding her head in agreement, “yes, please let’s use a
condom.”
Judy took him to the small room that she’d rented for the evening. The room
door didn’t lock, and inside were only a mid-sized bed and a small wash
basin. The window curtain was thin, tattered, and didn’t close to cover the
whole window. She pulled on the cord, and the whole window shade crashed to
the floor. It was starting to get dark, and Judy could see directly into
the window of the next building, where a man and woman were watching
television.
“Hier ist es,” Judy’s customer said, handing her a 50 Euro note. Judy
wasn’t sure if she was supposed to give back change or not, so she just
tucked the note into her purse, pulling out a wrapped condom.
“Kein condom,” he said, shaking his head no.
“This is the only kind I have,” Judy apologized.
“Nein,” he said.
Oh, Judy knew that nein meant no. No condom. That wasn’t what she wanted
to agree too, but she was handicapped by her limited knowledge of the
language.
“Okay,” she said, not knowing anything else she could say. Judy pulled her
sundress off her body. She which was completely bare beneath. His hands
were on her breasts before she was even naked.
“Oh you like those!” Judy teased pleasantly. “Oh, no, gently,” she urged,
as he stuck a rough finger up into her. “Ah, ah, okay, okay. Like this,”
she said, taking his hand with hers and guiding his fingers to more gentle
action. “Yes, okay, that’s good,” she said.
“No teeth,” she pleaded, gently pushing his head from her breast. He’d
bitten her nipple. He reached out and pinched her nipple sharply, grinning.
“Yes, yes, that’s too rough,” she said, stepping backward as he reached out
again. She pinched her own nipple, carefully, and then mimed being hurt.
But he paid no attention to Judy’s pleas. He was much stronger than her,
and so she simply had to submit to his rough handling when he pulled her
back to him. She started undressing him, wanting to get something softer
than his finger inside her. His finger felt like sandpaper.
He sat down on the bed, and in an instant he surprised Judy by picking her
up and turning her upside down over his knee, and then ramming a thick
finger deep into her butt hole. Judy almost scream in alarm, but at the
last moment she managed to turn her scream into a false squeal of pleasure
for him.
“OH-, mögen Sie dieses?” he said. He pulled his finger out and rammed it
back into her hard, several times. His other, very calloused hand, reached
beneath her and took her right breast.
Judy squirmed off of his finger and dropped to her knees between his legs,
unzipping his pants, pulling down his boxers, and taking his cock into her
mouth as quickly as she could. She wanted to get his mind onto other
things.
That worked. His cock rose almost immediately. He grunted some noises, but
Judy wasn’t sure if he was giving directions in German or simply expressing
pleasure.
Okay, Judy thought, bobbing her head in his lap and making deliberately loud
slurping sounds, so this is how to get control of a man. With her hands on
him, she had more control than when he’d been handling her. His cock was
bigger than any those of any boyfriends she’d had. She couldn’t get it all
into her mouth, so she licked its length and stroked her fingers along it.
Like a fat German sausage, she thought. Yes, she had control of everything
now. She still had the condom in one of her hands, so she tore the wrapper
with her teeth.
“Kein condom. Kein condom,” he said, but she put the condom into her mouth,
and then used her lips and tongue to unroll it onto his cock.
He was still sitting up on the side of the bed, so she put her hand on his
chest and pushed him firmly backward, feeling a little guilty when she heard
his head clonk against the far wall, but that didn’t seem to bother the big
doofus. All of his feeling was in his cock now, Judy figured.
She mounted him then, climbing up onto the bed, over him, and guiding his
cock between her legs and into her with her hand as she lowered herself down
into a sitting position over him. Judy lifted her hands and placed them
behind her head, holding her hair up. She deliberately bounced her breasts
for him as she slid up and down on his cock, giving him a strip show and a
fuck, all in one. He moaned enthusiastically. Each time Judy dropped
herself onto him it was with nut-crushing force; she smiled at the secret
thought of squishing the cum out of his balls.
“Ich cumming, ich cumming,” he said, and Judy didn’t need to know his
language in order to understand him. She reached between her legs and
brought herself off with some quick fingering while he was still solid
inside her.
Judy washed herself off quickly afterwards, by splashing some water between
her legs from the little sink. She handed him some rough brown paper towels
to clean himself with, but she didn’t touch the used condom he handed toward
her; that was his problem to deal with.
She led him down to street level, kissed him quickly on the side of his
cheek, and said “Thank you” in her sweetest voice. As soon as he started
walking away Judy checked her watch. Thirty-eight minutes. She knew that
the experienced girls were getting back to the line in only thirty minutes.
Well, Judy thought, she was in Germany for a two-week vacation and she had
three more nights here in Hamburg in which to improve.