The sun rose low over Berlin on a freezing winters morning. Frost lay thick on the grass as Sabine walked her usual route through the Tiergarten from her apartment overlooking the wall in Koch Strasse, to her job as a lab assistant in the Technische Universität. It was a long walk and at this time of the year, a bitterly cold experience, but she was young and fit, so enjoyed the brisk walk to start her day.
It was 1986 and the cold war was still very much in evidence in this part of the world. Sabine’s apartment window overlooked the wall and she could see the barbed wire of no mans land on the communist side of that hated wall, a constant oppressive reminder of the divide.
She could also see the observation posts, with their bored young East German soldiers looking dolefully at the tourists gesturing at them across the divide, posing menacingly for tourist photos, occasionally teasing them by casually pointing guns in their direction.
Sabine was lonely when she first arrived in Berlin and had no boyfriend to rid herself of pent up desires. She therefore became an expert masturbator, but gradually ran low on fantasies to titillate her, so turned to exhibitionism for her enjoyment.
She would open her top floor window and stand looking across the wall. Invariably a guard would see movement and turn her way. Sabine would then undo a button of her blouse, revealing her impressive cleavage, pretending to idly look over the barren landscape and barbed wire. This would prompt the guard to pick up his binoculars, which was the trigger for her to lean out of the window, her breasts spilling out of the blouse, nipples as stiff as pine cones in the perishing cold. She would then reach down and slip a finger into her pussy, out of sight of the guard, who would inevitably now be glued to the sight of her, enjoying the sight of her breasts and presumably guessing where her hand was. Occasionally, she would see a guards hand fall to his groin but, without binoculars herself, she could only guess what he was doing and this upped her excitement.
There was one regular guard that would wave to her and she eventually got to know his roster, making sure that she was at the window when he was on duty. They would go through the same routine, but she knew that this guard would be masturbating along with her. He once held up signs drawn on large sheets of cardboard with his name, then a kiss and a heart sign, then a drawing of her breasts. She laughed, being reminded of the Bob Dylan video, as he pulled out one card after another, slowly introducing himself and making requests through his drawings,. He had artistic ability and the sketches became more elaborate, drawn using charcoal on scraps of white card. she imagined him sketching to pass the time, maybe even drawing her, fantasising about her.
Eventually, they knew each others names and were almost having a long distance relationship, with Sabine putting on her show for him alone. He was the nearest she had to a boyfriend and they effectively had sex with each other across the divide, but one day another guard took his roster and she never saw him again.
Sabine wondered what happened to him, was he disciplined for his behaviour, or did he just move to another role? She would never know.
Sabine had moved to Berlin when she turned twenty one, desperate to move away from her home town in northern Germany, to enjoy the cosmopolitan delights of West Berlin. Her intention had been to attend university there as a student, but her qualifications had fallen well short of the requirements, so she applied for several jobs, eventually managing to obtain a post in the university as a trainee. The interview had gone well, although her poor English was commented on and she was offered the job only on the understanding that she would improve to be fluent, as there were a number of foreign students in the university.
Climbing the stairs of the laboratory block and with a smell of coffee coming from her lab, she knew that her colleague had arrived earlier in the day and was probably sitting smoking, reading the paper.
One of the advantages of this post was that she did not need to start work until ten thirty, giving her some extra hours sleep in the morning. This was useful, as she had just got herself a part time job in a bar to supplement her meagre trainee wages, so would often be working well past midnight.
Sure enough, Gerald was sat at his desk, cigarette in hand, with an ashtray full of dog ends betraying the time he had been sitting there.
“About time you arrived, I’ve been here for three hours already” Gerald said.
Sabine looked around to see that nothing was set up for the days events, but she was used to this.
Gerald was a lazy swine and a lecherous one. Sabine would routinely catch him watching her as she bent over, peering down her top or up her skirt. She even once walked in on him masturbating over a porn mag. Rather than showing embarrassment, he calmly pointed out that the girl in the centre spread reminded him of Sabine, showing her the photos of the petite large breasted girl with shoulder length blonde hair, her legs spread, showing her hairy gash in all it’s glory.
She had calmly answered him by looking at the photos and saying, “but she has hair. I always shave. It is cleaner, I think.” This left Gerald staring at her, open mouthed and speechless before she thumped him in the groin saying, “zip yourself up Gerald you pervert, and make sure you wash your hands. The students are about to arrive.”
Gerald behaved himself from that day on.
Sabine was looking forward to todays session, as the tutor was a favourite of hers. She began busying herself, organising the demonstration that was planned for Steffen, the tutor, not wanting anything to go wrong.
Steffen was a few years older than her and she was absolutely fascinated by him.
He taught mechanical science but, away from university he was a musician, playing guitar and singing with a local band. She had worked with him regularly at the university, initially thinking of him as just another tutor. He was not a good looking guy and seemed fairly anonymous at work, being thick set with large facial features, the only stand out feature being that he was incredibly hairy, with a head of thick black curly hair and permanent facial stubble. Soon after starting working in the bar, she saw him setting up his gear with the rest of his band, preparing for a gig. As she was new in the job, she was glad of a friendly face, so went over to say hello, finding him easy to talk to and friendly. When she later watched him perform on stage, Sabine was mesmerised and became totally infatuated, but one of the other girls in the bar later told her that he was married, so their friendship was curtailed before it begun. Despite her reluctance to get involved with a married man, her view of him changed forever that night and she would find herself looking longingly at him whenever their paths crossed. She knew that, were temptation to ever come her way, she would easily give in to it.
The class went well and Steffen congratulated Sabine on her hard work, staying to chat for a while, while Gerald noisily cleared away the equipment, looking at Sabine, shaking his head, furious that he had work to do, whilst Sabine sat idly by, talking.
Steffen was getting very flirtatious, making little jokes and suggestive comments and, when Gerald disappeared into a storeroom, he reached across, placed his hand on her thigh and tried to kiss her.
Sabine was tempted to submit to him, but the fear of discovery and the thought of Steffen’s marital state discouraged her, turning her cheek before telling him, “No Steffen this is wrong I think.”
He reluctantly backed off and left, apologising whilst looking a little hurt and deflated, leaving Sabine to help Gerald set up for the afternoon session. She was so aroused by Steffen’s attention that she could not concentrate for the rest of the day, feeling relieved when the room emptied for the final time and she could brave the cold again, trudging across the Tiergarten toward her apartment, still thinking of Steffen.
Back at home, she needed to eat quickly and change for her evening shift at the bar.
A small pile of mail awaited her and she ripped it open whilst waiting for the pasta to cook. One of the letters made her feel sick as she read it. Her bank had frozen her account due to unpaid charges, following the account going overdrawn by DM15,000, a large sum, which had mounted due to the cost of setting up a home in this expensive city. She therefore no longer had access to her university wages and would need to exist on her bar work until the debt was repaid.
The figures did not add up, she instantly knew that. Her apartment rent would be paid from her account, but that was it. All her bills, to keep the lights on and the heating working, plus food and other essentials, would need to come out of her cash wages from the bar and she knew that those meagre wages would not cover half of the sum required.
She left for the bar with a sick feeling in her stomach.
Needing to get half way across town in 20 minutes, she headed for the S-bahn station, wondering how she would afford the season ticket next week. Without that, her second job was in jeopardy and without the job, her life would rapidly disintegrate. She would need to leave Berlin and return to live with her parents once more, losing her independence.
Two hours into her shift Sabine took a break, joining the girls in the back for a coffee and a chat. Sabine poured out her worries to one of the Russian girls, Yulia, who worked the bar as a stripper.
“Get job like me Sabine. Take off clothes, show tits, a little pussy. Money is good.” she said. “You have nice tits, men would like you. If you want more money, work bar. Pick out tourist and talk to him, sit on his lap. If his cock gets hard, you know he wants you. No need to fuck with him, just give hand job, maybe blow job for hundred marks. Easy money.”
Sabine considered her suggestion. She had a nice body, she knew that, but comparing herself to Yulia she felt plain and uninteresting. Yulia was exceptionally good looking, tall and slim with long blonde hair and was very popular with the British squaddies, who would tip her heavily for half an hours company.
By contrast, Sabine was short, but well packed. She had large breasts with a slim frame and a nice butt, but felt that she could not hope to attract the same level of income as the Russian, who had elegant long legs, which she used to good effect when on stage, the men’s eyes attracted to them. By contrast, Sabine had short legs and she hated them, always wishing her legs were long and elegant when performing as a gymnast at school.
Sabine had never danced in public before, let alone stripped naked in front of drunk leering men and she was not sure she could do it. The thought of giving a stranger a blow job in a sordid upstairs room repelled her. She could not do that, but wondered if she could strip.
Her mind went back to her exhibitionism with the guards. Showing her tits to east german guards was no different to showing them to strangers in a bar, she thought. But the guards were the other side of a wall and coils of barbed wire, they would never meet her or talk to her and could never touch her.
She doubted that she could do it, but if not, how would she survive?
Back behind the bar, she eased into her routine as they steadily became busier. A loud American pair shouted above the din, requesting drinks. The bar was so busy that the tables were full and bar service was the only option for newcomers.
The two men were clearly recent arrivals, not knowing the rules of this city and were being ignored by the other girls. Sabine took pity on them and served them whilst preparing a large order for the back room.
“Thanks beautiful, you just saved a life. I’ve been trying to get a drink for a half hour and got nowhere.”
“You need to be more polite, don’t shout and maybe smile more, it always helps.” said Sabine, smiling at him and putting two drinks on the bar.
“I’ll remember that, thanks again. Say, when do you finish?”
Sabine laughed and shook her head, returning to her work. Guys would try it on every night and she had learned how to fend off unwelcome approaches without causing offence. It was easy for men to assume that all the girls in this bar were available she thought, especially as girls were taking their clothes off in the back room and occasionally taking men upstairs for money. Up to now, she had given no thought to taking money for her services, she was not that kind of girl, but she knew that the only way out of her predicament was to become a stripper.
She now knew, making eye contact with that American, that she could earn quick cash by stripping and if she needed to, she thought she could even have sex with men if needed. The American pair wanted her, she could sense that. They were young and good looking, so it would not be so bad, she would probably enjoy it, but could she do such a thing for money?
She thought of nothing else all night and gradually came to some kind of decision. She could not imagine selling herself for sex, becoming a prostitute, but she would now ask about doing some shifts as a stripper. She was comfortable with that, albeit a little nervous at the thought.
Her mind finally made up, she approached the bar owner before going home that night, asking if he needed another girl to strip.
Ahmed was Turkish and owned a series of strip bars in Berlin, this being the biggest and most profitable. He looked her up and down, picking at his tobacco stained teeth with a toothpick, gold fillings glinting in the bars spotlights.
“You are too short. You need to be tall to work the stage, especially the pole. Maybe you could earn money upstairs, taking customers from the strippers.
Sabine realised that he meant her to be a whore, working the rooms upstairs and taking on men that the good looking dancers tempted into parting with money, only to find that the stripper disappeared, leaving them in a room with a less attractive, but more willing girl. Most men were so horny and drunk that they did not argue and those that did got thrown out for being disruptive. If the police were called, the girls cried rape and the guy backed down.
Sabine was offended that he would think of her as a whore and told him so.
“I’ll dance, but no more” she said, “give me a chance, maybe early on a quiet night. Let me prove myself. I know I can attract men in to the bar.” She blushed at her over confidence, knowing that the wily old Turk knew his business better than she.
Ahmed relaxed and smiled, showing his yellow teeth, leering at her.
“A pity, I would like to break you in, take you before the customers spoil you”.
He looked her up and down before nodding to her chest, saying, “You have nice tits Sabine and wide hips. I like you. Think about my offer, you would find me a good lover, a well endowed lover.”
One hand grabbed his groin whilst the other moved to cup her breast. Sabine intercepted it expertly, giving him a steely look. He smiled at her before continuing with a sarcastic laugh, “OK, I understand, you are a good girl. You can dance, early shift on Sunday, but no money, you dance for free first time. If I like what you do, you can take the early sessions and see if you can earn money.”
Sabine left, feeling cheap and degraded. She had begged for the chance to show her body for money and now realised how easy it would be to slip into prostitution in this city. There were plenty of good looking girls working the Ku’Dam, walking the streets in tight jeans and boots, stopping men and taking twenty five marks for a blow job in a shop doorway.
She wondered how many of those girls had started from where she now found herself.
Back at the university, life continued as normal. She was becoming bored with this job, but was now handcuffed by her debt, so had no choice but to continue, hoping a better paid option came along.
Gerald was becoming more likeable though and they were becoming workmates at last.
Sabine thought that the turning point was standing up to him after she found him masturbating. He had slowly changed from that day, giving her more respect and she had found no more porn mags lurking in drawers and cupboards.
They would now routinely break between teaching sessions, setting up the second session early rather than laze around and set it up late, as Gerald had been doing. Sabine was organising their day, changing Gerald’s previously chaotic routine and he seemed to appreciate that. Now, they had time to relax, drink coffee and talk occasionally.
Sabine desperately wanted to share her doubts and worries about taking a job as a stripper, but still did not trust him enough to share that information, so she talked around it, testing what he thought.
“One of the girls in the bar is thinking of starting to strip. She thinks it would help her finances, but I’m not sure it is a good idea.”
Gerald drew on his cigarette and pulled his usual face when asked, what he deemed to be a pointless question.
“If the money is good, she should do it. What’s the problem with taking your clothes off for money? You could see more tits in Tiergarten in the summer, and they show them for free.” His eyes glazed over as he thought of some of the women he had seen sunbathing there. She imagined that he would take lunch there most days in the summer, looking and storing the images of women’s bodies, young and old, so that he could pleasure himself with the memories later.
She shuddered at that thought before going on, “Not everybody thinks that way, my mother would be horrified.”
Gerald took a slow drag on his cigarette and looked at her, quietly realising the truth of this conversation, but deciding to keep it to himself.
“Why should she care? Her mother will never know and she is earning money. Is she good looking?”
Sabine was in her own thoughts now and answered carelessly, “OK, I guess, she’s concerned about being too short. All the other girls are tall, with nice legs”
That convinced him that she was talking about herself, and he probed further, “Men like all women’s bodies, tall, short, fat, thin, small tits. All men like big tits, like yours for instance. Men would like to look at you naked, I’m sure.” Gerald felt an erection starting as he stared at her well filled top, “You should do it, I think. Your friend I mean, she should do it and ignore her mother.”
Sabine blushed, noticing Steffen standing in the doorway. How long had he been there she thought and did he hear their conversation?
Sunday came round and Sabine showered, getting prepared for her stripper trial.
She stood looking at her reflection in the mirror as she towelled herself dry.
Her breasts were nice, she thought, full and firm, her best asset. Turning, she admired her butt, deciding that she should show this off too, but how to hide her legs?
She chose some clothes from her skimpy wardrobe, but could find nothing suitable, eventually taking a short leather skirt and an oversize man’s shirt that she had bought as a cheap night shirt. She would tie it up under her breasts she thought, giving her some buttons to undo as a tease before letting her breasts drop as she undid the knot of the shirt.
She had stockings, but only a red garter belt, which she thought did not go with the black leather skirt. Looking at her watch, she realised she would be late, so rushed out for the S-bahn, dressed in her casual clothes, with her stripping outfit, such as it was, stuffed into her bag.
The club was empty, with only one girl behind the bar, stocking the mirrored shelves.
“Hi Selina. Only you here?”
Hi Sabine, yes, me and that scheisse Ahmed, he’s upstairs somewhere. I hear you’re doing a session on stage?”
“Yes, and I am having second thoughts already.” Sabine said nervously.
“It’s no big deal,” said Selina, “I did it for a few years, before my tits started to sag! Now I hide myself behind this bar, degrading myself in a different way, but for less money.”
At last, Sabine had somebody to talk to about her doubts, so she dropped her bag and went behind the bar to help stock the shelves and clean glasses.
Selina was full of tips and advice and when Sabine mentioned her doubts about short legs, she looked incredulous. “Wear heels! As high as you can manage.” She looked at her legs, pulling up her dress and feeling her calves.
“You have good legs, nice muscle tone, they just need to be made to look longer. They also change your posture, push out your tits. Not that you need any help there.”
“Scheisse,” Sabine cursed, “where do I get heels? Even if the shops were open, I can’t afford them.”
Selina disappeared into a back room, reappearing with a handful of heels and thigh length boots. “What size are you, 36, 37?”
Sabine sifted through the footwear, discarded by girls who found they pinched, or whose act had changed, eventually picking out a black pair with long glass heels, around 150mm long. She teetered on the heels, looking at herself in the mirror, admiring the look of her new long legs, her calf muscles, toned by gymnastics work as a schoolgirl, looking very sexy in the sheer stockings.
She finally felt good about herself and sat with Selina choosing from a pile of accessories for the act; whips, scarves, a feather boa, a gold topped cane and top hat, a shepherds crook and shepherdess bonnet, all kinds of articles that various girls had used over the years for their act. Sabine decided that she needed something, but couldn’t decide which. She picked up a birdcage, looking at it, wondering.
“You need a bit more experience before you try the disappearing canary act!” Selina laughed, whispering in her ear how this particular item was used by one particular girl.
Sabine blushed and burst out laughing, before hearing voices in the bar.
Ahmed had invited a group of Turkish friends and was pouring coffee for them as they gathered round the bar, talking in their native language.
Selina appeared, welcoming them and grabbing Sabine’s bag and throwing it into the back room.
“Sabine, where is she?” Commanded Ahmed to Selina.
“She’s just getting changed. Do you want her to perform now?”
Sabine struggled into the heels, putting a hole in her stockings as she did so, cursing and beginning to panic. Looking in the mirror, she saw a glamorous and sexy woman, Selina having helped her with make up and with the heels. She felt fabulous.
Selina appeared, whispering “Ahmed and his friends are here, they want you to go on now. What music are you using?”
Sabine hadn’t considered that and panicked. “Scheisse, I don’t know!”
Selina looked on her with pity.
“Leave it to me Sabine, just follow the music.”
Selina put on her favourite song, “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins and started up the smoke machine. Sabine pulled back the curtain as the introduction started and stepped on stage.
Smoke filled the room, partly due to Ahmed’s friends cigarettes, but also from the smoke machine and, with the lights in her eyes Sabine could see nobody, just the smoke as she moved slowly, looking down, struggling to stay balanced on her heels, walking sexily round the stage. She could hear men talking and just heard one guy say, in English, “Nice legs.” Sabine’s confidence soared and her body grew in stature as confidence surged through her, turning slowly, grabbing the pole and climbing it. Drawing on her gymnastic experience she held on to the pole by her legs, slowly allowing her body to drop. When she last trained, her breasts were not fully formed and the feeling of heavy breasts dropping as she hung here was strange, but clearly had an effect on Ahmed’s friends. “She is good Ahmed, beautiful body, how much to fuck her?” Laughter filled the room, but abruptly stopped as Sabine dropped from the pole and undid her shirt,
Turning away and pulling it slowly open. She could feel the tension as she turned back, pulling the shirt closed, her breasts held up by it, before tearing it away, letting her breasts drop in front of them, spinning away and caressing the pole, a breast either side, her sultry eyes looking toward the bar. All eyes were on her now and they were watching in total silence as she undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it slowly.
She turned away, flexing her torso, showing her muscled back and firm butt, now naked except for her garter belt and thong. Slowly pulling the thong off, she tried to time her next move to match the music, wriggling sexily in her heels to let the thong fall to the floor, reaching down to pick it from her feet, holding it to her pussy, pushing it into her, hiding it.
The drum beat burst from the speakers as she span round, hand covering her pussy, before taking it swiftly away, revealing her shaved pussy, her head gyrating as if she was having an orgasm as the lyrics started “I can feel it coming in the air tonight”.
She walked down the steps of the stage, in time with the music, heading toward the bar, Ahmed and his friends appearing through the smoke. She pulled the thong from between her labia and gently passed it beneath Ahmed’s nose. She looked down and slowly drew the thong along the line of men as she strode back to the stage.
Looking down, she counted six large erections as she walked away and climbed the steps back onto the stage, turning and draping herself around the pole, her pussy kissing the shiny metal as she slid down, her legs folding beneath her
Her dance complete, she drifted into the smoke as the music faded, hearing applause, shouting and whistling behind her as she stumbled through the curtain and into the dressing room.
She collapsed into a chair, her pussy feeling like it would burst. This was a massive turn on she thought, watching a room full of men watching her, lusting after her. Yulia’s words came back to her “If his cock gets hard, you know he wants you.”
Six men were on the other side of that curtain and she knew that they all wanted her. She knew those six men were now thinking of her, fantasising about taking her, grabbing her thighs and plunging their engorged cocks into her. She felt a sudden power over men.
“I could get used to this” she said to herself as her hand slid between her legs, fingers rubbing the clitoris and plunging effortlessly into her wet pussy. She had never experienced such strong feelings and felt desperate for sex. She briefly considered returning to the bar and picking the best looking guy, dragging him backstage and jumping on his cock, but instead staggered into the shower, still in her heels, soaping her body and frantically fingering herself until an orgasm overwhelmed her.
Coming down from her orgasmic high, she heard somebody outside. Peering through the door, she saw Ahmed, with her clothes in his hand, leering at her.
Thankfully, she had recovered her composure and managed to calm down enough to grab a towel and wrap it around her before he opened the shower door and walked in, eyes running up and down her body.
He handed her the clothes, smiling. “You have a job. My friends were all impressed with you and so was I.”
Sabine clung on to her towel with one hand, taking her clothes with the other, setting them down on the bench. His hand brushed her shoulder as he looked in her eyes. “You found that exciting didn’t you. I can tell, you are flushed with excitement.” He ran his hand under her jaw and down her chest, which was flushed bright red. Stopping briefly at the towel covering her breasts, he suddenly grabbed it, snatching it from her grasp. She stood there, frozen with fear and embarrassed, with Ahmed looking her up and down. She could see a huge bulge in his trousers, which he now reached toward, feeling it and rubbing himself before starting to unzip himself, his eyes devouring her body.
“You will say no, but I know that you want this inside you,” his cock emerging from his flies, red, angry and very big. His other hand dropped to her groin, a finger roughly slipping inside her. “You see, you are wet for me, your pussy wants to take me. We will enjoy this I think, and my friends can watch us.”
Sabine was aware of movement behind her and turned to see the rest of the men standing in the doorway, all masturbating as they stared at her naked body, watching their friend fingering her smooth pussy.
Ahmed turned to them, grinning, saying in Turkish “she is wet enough for us all”
She was frozen with a mixture of fear and passion now, her legs trembling as Ahmed’s finger slowly circled her clitoris, arousing her. He was right, her body was aching for sex. She wanted to run, but knew that the men would fall upon her and she would end up getting hurt. Her mind went through the options as her orgasm started, making her veer toward submitting to him. She looked down at his cock, long and thick, the head pressing against her thigh, veins standing out as it filled with blood, ready to impregnate her. His fingers pushed into her, and she imagined how his cock would feel pressing into her, bringing her to orgasm, but she then looked up at his face. He was old and wrinkled with yellow teeth and stank of Turkish cigarettes. She hated him and knew she could not go through with this.
Pushing him away, she grabbed her clothes and tried to push past him for the door, but he was too strong, grabbing her by the shoulders, pushing her against the wall. He moved toward her, his cock pressing roughly against her labia, trying to force it’s way into her.
Sabine closed her eyes, thighs clenched, waiting for the inevitable.
Selina suddenly appeared in the doorway, hissing to him, “Ahmed, the army and the police are here.”
Cursing, his grip relaxed and Sabine made her escape, grabbing her clothes and moving to the toilet, locking herself in and quickly dressing. peering out she saw only Selina so ran past her, grabbing her bag and rushing past the soldiers with their red hats, narrowly avoiding being run over by the police car as it pulled to a halt. Avoiding the police, she dodged into a shopping arcade and ran for all she was worth, running to escape her feelings, as much as the men.
She could never return to that bar, that was clear. Selina had slipped her phone number into her bag and they met in another bar, later that week.
Selina had walked out of the bar, disgusted with Ahmed’s behaviour, but knowing that she would be fired, or worse, if she caused him trouble.
They talked for hours, Selina telling her of the grip that Ahmed had over her. She had fallen for the same trick when she was younger, being given the chance of a trial for a job, only for him to come into the dressing room afterwards and force himself on her. Selina could not stand by and see Sabine taken by all those men, so had called the army and the police, when she heard their conversation during Sabine’s strip.
The bar was in the British sector, so the army had the ultimate authority at that time. Selina therefore told the army that there was a fight involving British squaddies and that she also thought there were unlicensed girls working in the club, knowing that they would send redcaps immediately and that the police would also be called to question the owner, allowing time for Sabine to get away.
Selina had talked of moving to a new bar which was setting up in another part of the city and that was where they met. After a brief meeting with the owner, who Selina was friendly with, they both had new jobs, starting the next day. Selina worked behind the bar and Sabine was one of the strippers.
Sabine finally had a good friend and she would soon earn good money for taking her clothes off. She had one problem to come to terms with however.
On stage, she found that she got extremely horny, uncontrollably so at times. Her feelings would drive her act and the men watching could sense this, drawing their attention and making them equally horny.
If her eyes were drawn to an attractive man she did her act for him, her eyes constantly on him, undressing him and imagining they were alone, her strip an act of seduction. This made her locally famous and drew huge crowds of men at weekends’ all hoping they would be the object of her attentions.
It had risk though, as she would get so aroused that the audience could clearly see her arousal, with her chest reddening, her nipples standing erect and her thong becoming soaked. Occasionally, she would orgasm when dry humping men in their seats and had one or two experiences where the owner had to speak to her, saying that he did not run a brothel, just a strip bar. Despite these warnings, Sabine got so involved on a subsequent occasion, that Selina had to intervene, turning off her music and sending out another stripper, as Sabine lay on the stage naked, with her legs spread, a customer about to go down on her.
The owner was absent that night, but heard of the incident. He decided to keep her on only when Selina showed him the massive takings for the week, which Sabine was clearly responsible for.
Back at the university, Sabine was getting more friendly with Steffen, who was clearly making every effort to use her lab facility at every opportunity. She would sometimes see him every day and they would always talk and flirt after the session.
Sabine would always push back at his clumsy approaches, using the fact that he was married as the excuse, but she was increasingly drawn to him and her libido was sky high since she started stripping.
Sabine would masturbate five or six times a day and, since her warnings about her act, had started to meet some of the customers outside of the bar to have sex. She was not prostituting herself, but occasionally went with guys who turned her on, tourists mainly, who she knew that she would never see again. She would accept their invitation to go on for a drink or to a club and then go back for a quick fuck in their hotel. She occasionally worried that she was becoming addicted to sex but, for now, she was enjoying her life.
The debt had been paid off and she was now financially secure and relaxed about her life. She no longer needed to work as a stripper, but she was addicted to the buzz it gave her and to the no strings sex it led to.
One Friday, Sabine was clearing the lab ready for the weekend, deep cleaning equipment and writing lists of equipment that needed repairing or replacing. Gerald had left earlier and she was working in blissful silence.
The knock on the door sounded like a thunderclap as it broke the silence and she span round to see Steffen standing in the doorway, smiling.
“Time to go home Sabine, the weekend is here.”
Sabine smiled back at him, pleased that he had stopped to speak to her, “I’m finished now, do you want a coffee before you go?”
“We could go to the cafe across the street if you like, my treat.” Steffen said.
This was unusual, as he would normally take a half day on Friday, desperate to get away for the weekend. Sabine accepted his offer though, glad of some company for once.
In the coffee house, they chatted about work for a while, before Steffen fell into silence, seeming to want to say something important.
“Sabine, what do I have to do to get a date with you?”
Sabine answered back immediately, “divorce your wife.” She instantly regretted it and apologised, “sorry, bad joke! You know that I could never go with a married man, even somebody I like very much.”
“Not even me?” Steffen said, reaching across the table and holding her hand.
Sabine looked at him, gripping his hand tightly. “No Steffen, it is wrong I think.”
Steffen finished his coffee and shrugged. “OK, I give in, lets go. Do you want a lift home, I am in no hurry today’ my wife left to see her parents yesterday. I have the whole weekend to myself.”
Sabine nodded, her heart beating faster. If she wanted him, now was her chance. She would have him to herself for the whole weekend if she could only assuage her guilt.
On the short drive, she wondered if she should invite him in and decided she should not, but when he stopped the car, she found herself saying, “Do you want to come up and see my apartment?”
Steffen smiled and she found her heart pounding as they got out of the car and climbed the stairs to her top floor apartment.
She gave him the very short tour of her tiny apartment, finishing with the view over the wall, which every guest remarked upon.
Sabine poured them both a beer. They sat and continued their conversation, Steffen trying once more to persuade her to see him outside of work. Sabine glanced at her watch, prompting Steffen to ask if she was going out.
“No, sorry but I have to go to work soon.”
“Oh yes, I remember, you work as a barmaid too. Do you enjoy bar work?”
Sabine thought for a while before answering, “actually, I don’t work behind the bar now, I…….I dance.”
Steffen looked at her with a knowing look. “Dance, do you mean you strip?”
Sabine blushed and answered defensively, “Yes, there’s nothing wrong with stripping, it is no more than you could see in the Tiergarten in the summer.” She stopped as she realised she was repeating Gerald’s off hand comments.
“I have no problem with that Sabine. You have a nice body, so why not show it and earn some money. I think you are being very honest and sensible. It is a good way to earn some extra money.”
A guilty silence fell over the room before Steffen said, “Could I come and see you dance?”
Sabine was worried at this, as she wanted to keep her two lives separate. She also knew that if he was there when she stripped, he would be her focus and they would inevitably end up having sex. That thought made her wonder if, given his obvious persistent interest, it was inevitable that they would end up in bed, but guilt still weighed on her so she said “I don’t think so, sorry Steffen.”
As she said this, she thought of the men whose hotel rooms she had gone back to after stripping. How many of those men were married, she thought? Their marital status was the last thing on her mind when her pussy was throbbing with desire and her panties sopping wet.
This was different, she decided. That was her stripper life and this was her normal life. She should not mix the two, so she thanked Steffen, gave him a stiff lipped kiss and waved him goodbye before getting her performing clothes and walking to the S-bahn.
Selina was on duty and they chatted whilst Sabine helped her serve drinks, idly watching the first stripper go through the motions on stage. The bar was half empty and the girl, a Somali migrant, didn’t seem interested, looking decidedly bored as she finally pulled off her panties, leaving only a g-string covering herself as she gyrated before a table of equally uninterested guys, more concerned with ordering beer than watching the stripper.
“Are you booked to work on Sunday Sabine” Selina asked whilst pouring five steins of foaming beer for the uninterested guys.
Sabine took the beers and, gripping them by the handles ready to take them to the table, said “Yes, right up to closing time. I want to build my bank balance a bit more.”
Selina busied herself filling more drinks, talking over her shoulder. “Yohannes has arranged for a band that night. He’s trying to fill the bar on quiet nights.”
Sabine thought nothing of this and continued to the table, putting down the beers and chatting to the customers, laughing and joking with them. She noticed them looking at her breasts as she bent over and ensured that they would stay the night by telling them that she was on stage later. Their eyes lit up and, as she walked away, she heard one of them telling the others “We’ll stay here then, I’d love to get a crack at that.”
Sabine smiled as her power over men began to excite her. Her job was to make men horny whilst they drank overpriced beer, and she loved her job.