Posted 20030418 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. Judy Tries It Out (MF,prostitution) by Philip Harris 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. -end- More stories by Philip Harris can be found on /~pharris/.