Chapter 7
Rolf's head was still fuzzy when he started to wake up, and as he did, he moved his hands to his eyes. Or rather, he tried to move his hands to his eyes. It was only when he could not, that he felt the tautness tugging at his wrists, and even when he turned his head, he could not make out the leather straps that had his wrists bound together, for his vision was still fuzzy.
Too much coke, he thought, until he heard a voice talk.
"Are you all right, mein herr?" a male voice said, and when he managed to blink a few more times, and start to see more clearly, he saw a blond man standing in front of him. Next to the blond man, stood the luscious redhead.
And that was when it all started to come back to him.
He had been letting in the men, during the last intermission, as each girl was ready to take on a new one. Once again, Marla's tongue technique was proving to be quite a sensation, since she was taking on more men than all of the other girls.
But then, Rolf had noticed a stunning redhead on line.
"Yah, what can I do for you?" he had asked her.
For one thing, it was rare that women ever came to wait back here, since most of the people in the club knew what this line was for.
But when a woman did come, it was usually a woman accompanied by a man, just like that bastard who had slapped Ingrid so hard. He had come with his wife.
But this stunning beauty of a redhead was all alone.
She had smiled at him, running her tongue over her lips.
"You can do for me," she had said to him. "I know that usually it is the men who pay for the women, but do you allow the women to pay for the men?"
"Yah. Some of them do. Which one of the men do you want?"
"You, mein herr," she had said. "Though you do not perform, I see you standing in the wings during the show, and I like, much, what I see. I want what I see, and I am willing to pay dearly for it."
Rolf had felt his head swell a little bit. It had been the first time that someone had ever offered him money for his body, and although he had all the money that he could possibly use, the idea still thrilled him.
The fact that someone would be willing to pay for his body meant that she really had to want him. Also, the fact that this woman, who was one of the most lovely women he had ever seen, wanted to pay for him, thrilled him even more.
"Michael," he said, to one of the young actors who had been standing near him, "you will take over for me. Let the customers see the girls as they are ready. I will return very shortly."
"Ach," the redhead said, as she hooked her arm in his and started to walk toward his office, "I hope that you will not return very, very shortly, mein herr. That would mean you are planning on something so quick, and I could enjoy the lingering pleasure."
"Do not worry, everything will take its course," he told her.
He led her into his office, thinking he had locked the door. However, there was one point, later on, when she moved there, and now that he thought about it, she easily could have unlocked it then.
She sat down on the plush leather couch he had put there.
"You look pleasantly happy," she had said to him, taking off her gloves slowly and letting him see her soft looking, long fingers, with the lovely red nails. "I mean, by that, that you look unnaturally happy. What is it? Booze? Cocaine?"
"Yah, it is the latter," he told her, and she smiled.
"Wonderful. Although the sight of you makes me happy enough, the thought of the cocaine makes me even happier. May I have some."
He pulled out a small packet that he had put into his desk, and soon, the two of them were snorting it, as he sat near her.
She had started to rub her hand up and down his thigh then, and he had seen the way her green eyes glistened. As her fingers felt his already stiff bulge, she was licking her lips in the most seductive manner.
He felt his cock throbbing, as he thought about the way she would probably start to suck.him off. He knew that she had to have a fantastic sucking mouth.
After she had snorted some cocaine, she had gotten down on her knees in front of him. She had opened his pants, and as he lifted his behind up off the couch, she started to pull them down to his knees.
"Ach, mein herr, you have a cock unlike others I have seen," she told him.
He had to smile, but was not surprised to hear her say as much. He had heard things like that all of his life.
The redhead had started to move her mouth down on it, and as she did, he realized that he did not even know her name. In many ways, he liked that. After all, he thought, this was just sex for him. He did not want this woman to think that since she had come after him, he was going to fall in love with her.
She had an expert technique, he could tell, the second she had him in her mouth. She managed to move her lips all the way down his cock shaft, pressing them against his balls. As she held her lips there, her mouth opened a little bit and he felt her tongue flicking back and forth over his testicles.
It was a fantastic feeling, and as he continued, he moved his hands to her breasts and began to massage them gently.
She had moaned softly and had opened her dress, so that it fell forward in the front, and he could see her lovely naked breasts.
They seemed even larger because of the way she was leaning forward, and Rold had cupped them in his hands, pressing his wet palms against her nipples. He loved when he felt her nipples starting to throb.
Usually, he was able to hold back for long periods of time, but her technique had been so incredible, and the spasming of her throat around his cock head, so stimulating, that soon, he had been moaning loud.
She had felt his cock pulsating, and had slid her hand to the base. She pumped the base of him while her lips remained around the thick solid head. As his cream started to shoot into her mouth, she was flicking her tongue back and forth against the slit of his cock, making him moan louder.
Even after he had come, she couldn't seem to get enough of him, keeping her lips around his warm shaft, and letting her cheeks rest on his thighs. He still played with her breasts, although, now that he had come, he did not feel as high as he had felt before the orgasm.
He could not remember if he had said anything to her, or if she had just noticed it, or what had happened.
But when she pulled her head up and smiled at him, she spoke.
"Ach, I can see that you have come down a little bit, mein herr. I take that as a good sign, of course. A powerful orgasm for a powerful cock such as yours."
"Yah, it was good, and I have come down," he said.
The redhead had reached into her bag then, and she had started to pull out a rolled cigarette. She placed it between her lips and lit it. When she inhaled deeply and held the smoke in her lungs, he smelled the odor of opium in the air.
Rolf had smoked opium many times in his life.
She didn't hold the smoke in too long, and just passed the cigarette to him. He inhaled deeply, and held the smoke, but as he started to hand it back to her, she held up her hand and shook her head.
"Nein, I feel good enough. That is for you, to make you feel better."
"Danke," he said, and as he continued to smoke, she started to get up.
She stood up and began to let her dress fall down all the way in the front, wiggling out of it in an alluring manner. His cock, still nestled in his blond pubic patch, began to respond to her, clad in only panties and boots.
She slowly slid out of her panties, too, and looked even more tempting.
She spread her lips for him and started to play with herself. He put the cigarette down and moved his hand toward her cunt, but she smiled and pushed him away.
"Nein, mein herr. I want to do this for you. I know many men who love to watch women do things like this for them. I want to please you. Keep smoking, and I know that you will feel so much better."
He didn't mind. The show she was putting on for him was quite stimulating.
For she had been rubbing her fingers over her red cunt patch, and then, she had been spreading her cunt lips wide apart.
He could see her little erect love button, and when she started to move her fingers over it, he liked what he saw. He could tell by the tender way in which she was massaging herself, that she liked to do it this gently.
And, he could tell, too, that she was coming, for he could see the increasing wetness between her legs, some of which was already starting to run down her thigh. And yet, when he made a move to her again, she continued to tell him to smoke.
So he had, feeling even higher than he had felt before.
He stood up and started to get undressed all the way, for he could tell that hers was the kind of body he wanted to feel his naked flesh rubbing against. He knew how good it would be to press his chest down over her hard nipples, and feel the softness of her plush white breast flesh.
He finished the opium cigarette when he was naked, and then, she lay down on the leather couch, and spread her legs.
"And now, Herr Schmidt, I wish to feel that hard cock of yours between my legs. It is a mammoth organ, the largest I have ever seen."
He moved between her legs and rubbed himself there. He felt how wet and hot she was inside, and after her cunt lips had opened and closed around him just a little bit, he slid all the way into her.
She had let out a loud moan, which he loved, and she had wrapped her legs around his buttocks. She started to scratch his back with her long fingernails, and he pressed himself on top of her harder than ever.
Rolf could hardly remember what had happened then. He did not know if he had come inside of her cunt or not.
For as he was thrusting faster and harder, he felt his mind starting to spin. He thought about those times when he would get drunk, years back, before he had decided how horrible alcohol was for him.
He would come home late at night, barely able to make it up the stairs, and after he'd strip and lay down, he would get the spins.
Or that was what he referred to it as. The spins happened when he lay in bed drunk and kept his eyes closed, and suddenly, the entire bed felt as if it was spinning around and around, so fast, that he would feel sick.
It would only stop when he would open his eyes, and sometimes, even that wouldn't do it. Sometimes, he would have to sit up all the way, and even bury his head between his legs, until the feeling of nausea subsided.
He remembered feeling something similar a few minutes earlier, before he had awoke to find himself bound.
The spins, and he had panicked when it had happened, because he had tried to pull himself off of her, but she was holding him too tightly. She had her legs wrapped around his buttocks, and her arms wrapped around his neck.
All he wanted to do was get up so that he could put his head between his legs, because he felt so nauseous.
And everything after that was a total blank, but now, as he looked at the girl and his vision focused more, he could see that one of her cheeks looked swollen. It had not been that way when he had first seen her.
"Ach," the male voice said again. "I think he notices what he did to you when he hit you, Marlena. It was a stupid struggle, Herr Schmidt."
"Why?"
"You could not fight the drug in her cigarette. Perhaps you thought you were nauseous, the way you might be if you had too much to drink. But you passed out, not because there had been too much to drink, but because I wanted it that way."
"Who are you?" he asked. "What do you want from me?"
The blond man moved closer, and Rolf gasped. He could see the red arm band around the man's right arm, with the bold swastika. He knew that this man was a Nazi now.
"This club has been doing good business, Herr Schmidt,'' the man said to him. "Very good business. The Nazi party has taken a close interest in it. Besides the money you charge those fools at the door, there are the women back here. They make much money for you. Money that the Nazis could use."
"What are you saying? What are you trying to tell me, mein herr?"
"That the Nazis want this club. We could use the back for secret offices, and of course, the money we would take in from the front would help pay many expenses."
"Nein," Rolf started to shake his head. "Nein, I will never let you have it."
The man pulled his hand back and slapped Rolf across the face so hard, that when the man's head was wrenched to one side, he thought he had broken his neck. The redhead, whose name he now knew to be Marlena, gasped.
At that very second, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Who is that?" the Nazi whispered in Rolf's ear. "Do not let anyone know what's happening to you here, or you die."
"Who is it?" Rolf yelled out, trying not to show any fear by his voice.
"Me, Ilsa. Rolf, are you all right in there? You sound strange."
"I am fine, Ilsa. I was just resting, and your knocks woke me up."
"Ach,, I see. Well, are you sure that you are all right?"
"Yah. I need to sleep some more. Please, run the show for me."
"Yah, I will. You do rest, darling Rolf. You have been very busy, what with that fucking Nazi and Ingrid."
"Ilsa, please go now," Rolf said, realizing that the more she talked against the Nazis, the more this man would hear her.
They waited until they heard the sound of receding footsteps, and then the Nazi turned back to Rolf and laughed hideously.
"I see that all of you hate the Nazis, is that true?"
"Nein," Rolf said, and the man slapped him hard across the face, as if he knew how much of a liar Rolf was.
"Now, Herr Schmidt," the blond soldier said, "the Nazis are prepared to pay you five thousand marks for this club of yours. You can leave Berlin and establish another club in another city. It would be to your benefit."
"I worked so long to make this club work for me. It is my whole life, mein herr. Surely you cannot take that away from me."
"What? Your club? Or your life? For you must realize that I can easily take both from you, Herr Schmidt, in seconds. I was told to offer you the money."
"I don't know what to do," Rolf said, and the soldier turned to Marlena, and started to smile at her, slyly.
He pulled Rolf up by his hair and threw him over on the leather couch, so that Rolf fell onto his back.
Then, Marlena got down on her knees between his legs.
He was terrified of what might happen, but her mouth worked him over so well, once again, that his love for being sucked overcame the terror. He felt the blood starting to rush back into his cock, and he thought that maybe he had to come in her after all, and that was why he was so responsive.
She started to moan as he was swelling, and then, she stood up. She moved over him and began to straddle his cock, spreading her cunt lips wide with her fingers, so he could see right into her.
She moved down lower and started to rub his cock against her cunt lips. Then, she sat down all the way, and Rolf could feel himself being buried in her warm flesh.
He moaned as she rode him up and down so expertly.
"Marlena can change the minds of most men," the soldier was saying to Rolf. "She can turn an anti-Nazi into a Nazi-lover."
Perhaps she could, Rolf kept thinking, but that would have only worked on a man who was not so used to having such good sex. He, on the other hand, was used to having many different girls a week, each of whom could do incredible things to arouse him.
True, her cunt felt so nice around his upraised cock. He could feel the way his shaft was pulsating harder, and when she stopped moving up and down, but rather, just sat on his groin, he felt her cunt muscles spasming.
It felt sensational, and kept his pleasures at a high, although it was not enough to bring him off all the way.
His arms, meanwhile, were aching, since they were bound behind his back, and her body weight on top of his was causing his arms to cut into his back.
"Will you sign your club over to us?" the soldier kept asking.
And all he could think about was his cock, and how nice it felt, but how it did not feel nice enough to make him change.
Then, when he felt movement on the couch, he looked up. The Nazi had pulled his cock out of his pants, and was moving behind the redhead. He spit on his hand a few times, and then, rammed himself into her asshole.
Rolf could feel the way the Nazi's cock was stretching the girl's asshole, and even making her cunt feel tighter. As the girl moved up and down on his cock still, and the Nazi was fucking her asshole, Rolf felt almost as if they were moving together.
"Kiss him, Marlena. You have the kiss that convinces," the man moaned.
And as she bent down and started to kiss him, Rolf could feel the way the Nazi was thrusting in and out of her asshole even faster.
She felt how nice it was, and moaned loud, for he had fucked her ass many times, and she had always loved it. Of course, it was because Marlena knew how much he loved to fuck assholes, and she loved satisfying him.
He started to pulsate in her asshole soon, and he kept thrusting, not even wanting to hold back. Because their cocks were so close together, separated by the thin membrane of skin between the cunt and the asshole, Rolf could feel the way the Nazi's super thick cock was pulsating, and he knew what the man was moaning about, when he moaned.
Then, Rolf could feel her cunt spasming harder around his cock, and she was moving, even faster, bringing him closer and closer.
He started to moan loud, and she felt him coming inside of her. He could feel how warm her cunt was, and she spasmed even tighter as he was coming.
She stayed on top of him for a long time, and it was not until Rolf felt a hand touching his cock, that he realized the Nazi was pulling him out of her cunt. She climbed off his body, and as Rolf looked down, he saw the man holding his cock with one hand, and pressing a razor blade against it with the other.
"You have a thick cock, mein herr," the man said. "I am sure that it is the kind of cock that many women had admired. I am sure that you have pleased every woman who you have ever been with. It would be a pity."
"A pity for what?" Rolf asked, although he had a good idea.
"A pity for you to have no cock for the rest of your life. I am sure that it is your prized possession. Perhaps the loss of it would make you kill yourself."
"What are you saying."
"I will castrate you if you do not sign the papers I have brought with me. Come now, they are right here."
The Nazi pulled his hand away from Rolf's cock, reached for the man's hair, and pulled him to his feet. He led Rolf over to where his desk was, and pushed him down in the seat. He untied his hands, but held a knife to his throat.
"There is the paper. Sign it, Herr Schmidt. Sign it now."
Rolf glanced over it. Basically, what it said was that he, as owner of the Berlin Club, was signing it over to this man, and it had the man's name there.
There was nothing about the money he had been promised, and he looked up and asked the man about it.
"You will get the money. Just sign right over there."
Rolf had no choice. He could feel the blade being pressed against his throat, and he knew that this man would kill him if he did not sign.
He wrote his name slowly and carefully, with tears streaming down his cheeks as he did so. Then, after he had finished, he handed the Nazi the paper.
"Danke, Herr Schmidt. You have done well. Now, we won't have to worry about anything happening. We own the club, officially."
"And what about my money?" Rolf asked, but he hardly even had a chance to finish what he was saying, when he felt his throat being ripped open.
The Nazi had slashed his throat open with the knife, straight across, and Rolf gagged on his blood in a matter of seconds.
He fell face forward on the desk as the blood began to pour out, and the Nazi looked over at Marlena, who, although she had seen the whole thing, didn't really seem to care. She had had dealings like this before.
"Stupid fools, some of them," the man said. "Don't they realize that it's much easier to kill them than to pay such a large sum of money?"
She didn't answer. She just started to get dressed, and soon, the two of them were walking out of Rolf's office.
As they did, he spotted an incredibly beautiful blonde walking into her dressing room, and Marlena could see he was interested.
"Wait for me in the front of the club," he said. "I must have that girl."
"Oh Kurt," she said to him. "I cannot believe you sometimes. Kurt Schlimmer, you can never seem to get enough sex. I'll be waiting outside for you."