Johanna Morgenthau Chapter 01

Johanna Morgenthau and the Search for the Cinnamon Ice Cream

An erotic novel.

The plot takes place in Germany in 1994, in an unnamed city.

All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.

==== Chapter One: The Clique ====

== In the Discotheque ==

Finally, Johanna arrives at the club. She's wearing a black pleated skirt and a white blouse. Her long red hair is pinned up, in a traditional manner with hairpins. She is slender, six feet tall, with a long neck. She has sparkling green eyes in a sensual face full of freckles. Her skin is light like alabaster.

All around Johanna are young people of various styles. Many are alternative, goths, or wavers. The club Nachtsplitter is built in an old industrial hall. There is a second and third floor, forming a gallery around the large dance floor. Up there, is a VIP area. In an adjacent building, there are arcade games, and in a nearby hall, there's a roller-skating rink. The local roller derby team trains there.

This is where Johanna met Björn. Is he already here? She doesn't see him anywhere, but the place is huge. Impatiently, she looks everywhere for the young man. She had been thinking about him all week. She can't wait to feel his lips again. To feel his hands glide over her body. Nowhere. Oh well--time to dance. 'Theatre of Tragedy' is playing.

When Johanna finally needs a break and goes to the bar, she sees Björn in a seating area. He's tightly embracing some underfed, pale girl with lots of piercings. They're kissing so intensely as if they're devouring each other. Johanna feels a painful sting in her heart. She clutches her hands to her chest and gasps. So that's how it is. A wave of anger rises within her. She grabs two beers from the bar, walks over to the seating area, and pours them over their heads.

"Traitor! Bitch!"

The girl swings at her, only managing to spill her own drink, which runs down his pants. All the better.

Then Johanna runs away, tears in her eyes. No destination, no thoughts, just running away. She sits by the railing and looks forlornly at the dancing crowd from the gallery, letting her feet dangle over the edge. It's only after a long while that she even notices she's in the VIP area. How did she get here? The bouncers usually check very carefully. She must have slipped past them somehow without them noticing. Without her noticing.

Two women come up the stairs to the VIP area. They both have brown curls, very slim, and shorter than Johanna. Could they be sisters? One is wearing a black ruffled dress with gloves. The other is in a black, glittering evening gown with an elaborate hat. Johanna herself wears things she finds in her stepmother Elke's second-hand shop. But these two outfits look like they're from an expensive boutique. They're so elegant and pretty, Johanna thinks as she watches them.

The two women go up a second staircase. Up there are rooms with huge glass fronts from which you can overlook almost the entire club. The 'Prince'--the club's owner--apparently holds court there. Or at least that's what Johanna was told. The two women argue with an employee at the door, one woman goes in, and the other waits outside. Then Johanna sees a man in a beige suit. That must be the 'Prince'! He talks a little with the woman at the door and gives her a small box. Then he goes into the glass room.

The woman at the door wanders around indecisively and finally sits down next to Johanna. She is unusually slim, with a sensual face, pretty amber-colored eyes, and long brown curls.

"Hi. I'm Anna."

"Johanna."

Anna lights a cigarette.

Johanna asks, "Is that your sister up there?"

"My mother."

"Oh. Going to a club with my mother would be a nightmare."

Johanna takes a drag from Anna's cigarette, coughs, and quickly hands it back.

Anna says, "Clubbing isn't really my thing either. I just came along because my mom was driving anyway. She has some business stuff to discuss."

She gestures toward the office behind the glass. There, they see Anna's mother arguing with the 'Prince'. She gestures excitedly while he calmly watches the club's guests.

"But if we hadn't come, I wouldn't have met you." Anna smiles at Johanna. "I saw you dancing earlier, I really liked it. Do you come here often?"

Johanna replies, "We just moved here recently. I don't know anyone here yet. Except at school, of course."

She sighs. The move hadn't been easy for her. The reasons were good, but it wasn't easy. She looks up at the glass front again. The man is looking directly in her direction, their eyes meet. It's like a bolt of lightning hits Johanna, touching something deep inside her. She almost loses her composure, her eyes well up. She can't move until he looks away.

Anna says, "If you don't know anyone here yet, you should do something about that. You've got a great figure, wouldn't a dance class be something for you?"

Johanna smiles, "I've been dancing for years. But I had to change schools, and I haven't had a chance to find a new dance school here yet."

"I see. You like it, don't you?"

"Tremendously. And you?" Johanna asks.

"Five years. Ballet before that," She grins. "Rich parents, but unlike many others, I really wanted to. Which dance school?"

They exchange the names of their dance schools.

Johanna wants to know, "Isn't that in the north side? Which school do you attend?"

"The Lobfelsen Private School."

"What's it like? Going to a private school?"

"What's it like? Going to a public school?"

Both of them giggle.

Anna and Johanna continue talking. Finally, Anna glances toward the glass room and says, "I think we'll have to go soon. But you should come visit us. I have a feeling you might fit in with us."

"Us? Who's ‚us'?"

"We often hang out with a few friends at my garden house."

"Sure," Johanna replies.

Anna adds, "But I have to warn you. We get up to all kinds of daring mischief to keep ourselves entertained. Only come if you're okay with that, alright?"

Johanna grins, "No problem, I've got experience with mischief."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Later that night, after the club visit, Johanna lies awake in her bed. There's a tingling sensation between her legs. She thinks about her visit to the Nachtsplitter, about Björn, and is immediately reminded of Nastassja Kinski from 'Cat People'. She would like to rip out his throat right now. Her hands make their way to her private area. She thinks about Anna, then about the 'Prince'--what is his real name?--behind the glass. She feels hot, a real burning sensation. Then her thoughts drift to old family photo albums. She has a strange taste in her mouth. Something smells burnt.

Completely confused, she abandons the masturbation project for today.

== The First Dare ==

On Sunday, Johanna drives to the address Anna gave her. She knew the girls in the clique had wealthy parents, but seeing the estate in person for herself has a profound impact on her. At home, money is often tight, but here they just live in a massive villa. How outrageous!

She rings the gate, and a uniformed employee opens it. He leads her through the large garden, where two gardeners are hard at work. Of course, they also have staff. Do they still wipe their own behinds, or does someone do that for them too?

Behind the main house, she is led to a small house in the garden next to the pool. Do they have their own clubhouse? And one like this? It's probably bigger than the apartment she shares with Elke. How impudent it is to be so wealthy, Johanna thinks.

Anna is waiting at the entrance to the little house and warmly embraces Johanna in greeting.

"Come in."

The inside of the house is as charming as the outside. Everything is paneled in wood, and as she notices when she takes off her shoes, there's underfloor heating. The furniture clearly didn't come from Ikea. On the coffee table sits a beautiful tea set on a silver tray.

How different this kind of life must be, Johanna thinks.

Inside, alongside Anna, three other girls are waiting for her. They have lined up and stand stiffly as Johanna puts her things down. It feels somewhat formal, given how rigidly the girls are standing.

Anna wastes no time, "I'm glad you came. Welcome to our clubhouse. We would be happy if you became one of us."

After a brief pause, she introduces the girls, "This is Sarah."

Sarah is tall, more than six feet, and looks very athletic. Her riding pants suggest her hobby. Her long blonde hair is braided into a ponytail.

She gestures to the next girl, "Marie."

Marie is the smallest of the four. She has blonde, shoulder-length curls and looks at Johanna with a mischievous smile.

"And finally, Franziska."

Franziska has a shy look. Her long black hair is worn loose. She is the only one dressed entirely in black. She wears a loose blazer, but Johanna can tell that she must be hiding rather large breasts underneath.

All five sit down. Johanna is still in awe.

"Wow, it's so lovely here. I won't even pretend not to be jealous, okay?"

The girls laugh.

"And you're all so pretty too. Is it like in the movies? Rich and beautiful?"

Anna laughs, "Quite the opposite, really. We're the exception; you should visit our school sometime. But it's a requirement for the club."

Johanna asks with a grin, "So a real secret club? With badges, secret handshakes? Is there an underground hideout beneath the clubhouse?"

Anna's response is straightforward, "It's not really a secret that we meet."

Marie adds with a wink, "And you'll only learn the handshake on the third level."

Anna continues without pause, "But what's really important to us is this: We're not just a bunch of girls who meet up and exchange makeup tips. We're a real club. And we want to be sure that you genuinely want to be one of us and that you're ready to stand up for the others if necessary. That this isn't just a little adventure for you. That's why there's a little initiation ritual. In several parts. Are you ready?"

Sarah interjects, "Already? Shouldn't we get to know her a bit more first?"

Anna replies, "Should I have asked her to bring her report cards? A letter of recommendation from her mother?"

Franziska says, "I agree, we should start. This will show us much better what Johanna is made of than playing 20 Questions."

Sarah nods, "Okay, fine. Johanna?"

Johanna looks at the four girls uncertainly, instinctively crossing her arms in front of her body and feeling about two inches shorter. Why are they springing this on her so suddenly? Can't she just settle in first? She feels overwhelmed.

"What kind of initiation ritual? I don't even know what to expect..."

"Exactly," Anna replies, "it would be pointless if you already knew what to expect. The whole point of something like this is that you don't know what's coming. Otherwise, there would be no point in doing it."

It somehow sounds sensible, but it doesn't do much to ease Johanna's uncertainty. "I can't just say 'yes' when I don't know what's going to happen."

"Yes, you can," Franziska interjects. "You have to trust us. That's what it's about. Not the task itself, but your trust. There are no more answers; you have to decide now. It's not a big deal if you don't want to; it just means we're not the right club for you."

Johanna looks around the room thoughtfully. But deep down, she already knows what she's going to say. She just feels like she owes it to herself to think it over a bit, to not say 'yes' immediately. She feels that the girls are unfairly pressuring her. But at the same time, she is incredibly curious about what will happen next. And yes, somehow she trusts the girls, even though she's certain that the 'tasks' will be more challenging than the ones she faced when she played Truth or Dare at fourteen in the youth hostel.

Finally, she blurts out, "Okay, I want to continue. I trust you."

With that, Sarah takes a cloth blindfold from the shelf behind her and ties it around Johanna's eyes. Johanna's knees go weak. What's going to happen now? She feels vulnerable. Once the blindfold is securely in place, one of the girls presses something against her mouth.

"Open up!"

A gag ball is pushed into Johanna's mouth and fastened with a leather strap behind her head.

"Come along!" Sarah commands.

She grabs Johanna by the upper arms and pushes her through the room. The commands come so quickly one after another that Johanna has no time to think about what's actually happening here. She's with complete strangers, has a blindfold around her head, and a gag in her mouth. It's so exciting! Johanna is led into the next room.

"Strip!" Sarah orders. Johanna pulls her sweater over her head. She stumbles with her pants; Sarah has to steady her--the blindfold is messing with her sense of balance. Then Johanna hesitates.

"Everything off! Come on, hop hop, do you usually have a maid to help you?"

Johanna clumsily continues, removing her T-shirt, bra, and panties.

"Socks!"

Finally, she stands completely naked. She covers her private parts with her hands. Immediately, her mind starts racing. Technically, she doesn't even know who else might be in the room. No one guarantees that only the four girls are there. There could be an entire football stadium watching!

One of the girls grabs her pubic hair and pulls hard.

"Ouch!"

"What's this jungle here? By next time, you'll have performed a total deforestation and turned this," she gets pulled on her pubic hair again, "into a flawlessly paved parking lot!"

She hears Sarah's voice again, "Okay, over here! Lie down here."

Is it a table? No. Maybe a bench. Padded, hip-high. Johanna lies down. The girls take her arms and legs, place leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and secure them to the bench. Johanna lies fully stretched out. A leather strap is placed around her waist and tightened. Headphones are put on her. 'Internal Flight' by Estas Tonne. Johanna likes the music.

She attempts to speak, only to be stifled by the gag.

Johanna lies there for minutes. A bunch of unnecessary and superfluous thoughts swirl in her head. Maybe I'll lie here forever. They'll put me in a glass coffin, like Snow White, and I'll have to wait here for a hundred years for the prince. She sighs into her gag. But anyway, she's tied up, all that's left is to wait.

After what feels like an eternity, she feels hands. Hands all over her body. Hands that stroke, rub, grab, some gentle, some bold. Are they all from the girls? Is there someone else here? For a moment, Johanna struggles against her restraints, then she lets it happen and gives in to the experience.

Hands on her belly, her neck, her breasts are stroked and kneaded, hands work their way up her legs to her pussy. Two fingers carefully enter her pleasure canal. For a moment, Johanna tenses up, then she just lets it happen. Johanna completely loses her sense of time, drifting away under the lovely touches.

Eventually, the hands leave her.

The music stops, and a voice--Marie's?--whispers in her ear, „Well, relaxed? Welcome to the second part. We've harvested some nettles for you."

Johanna shouts angrily into the gag and tugs at the restraints again, but to no avail. Right after, she feels a burning on the soles of her feet. Why start with the soles of all places! The insolense! The burning creeps up her legs. A buzzing starts, then she feels something pressed against her pussy. It vibrates. A vibrator, a Magic Wand, is held against her clit while she continues to be worked over with the nettles.

Her body burns and aches everywhere while at the same time she becomes endlessly aroused from the stimulation of her pussy with the vibrating device. When her breasts are finally treated with the nettles, she screams into her gag. Her privates are also touched with the nettles, directly followed by the Magic Wand again. No part of her body except her face is spared. Everything hurts, and at the same time, she's unspeakably aroused.

She completely loses the sense of what's where on her body; it's all one unit of burning and arousal. She feels the approaching orgasm. At the moment it hits her, her gag is suddenly removed, and she screams out her climax in pure ecstasy.

Exhausted, she lies there, completely dazed from her orgasm. After a pause, the hands rub her with a lotion that greatly eases the burning. She is untied and led back into the other room. Sarah removes her blindfold and hands her a stack of her clothes.

The other three girls are already comfortably seated on the sofa with a bottle of wine, looking over at her. Grinning.

"Want a glass?" Franziska asks.

"My goodness, she looks quite exhausted," comments Marie, "Girl, what have you been doing? Was it something strenuous?"

"Here, take a glass," says Anna, offering her a wine glass.

"Sit down. And remember, what happened here is our little secret."

Once she's back home, Johanna throws herself directly into bed. She thinks things over. The girls had kicked her out right after the experience. What kind of perverse clique is this? They're not quite normal, those girls. Does she want to be part of something like this? On the other hand--it's definitely one thing: not boring. Everything else is somehow boring. She hadn't expected to be touched by other girls like that. And she enjoyed it more than she had admitted to herself until now. While she's thinking, her hand has unconsciously moved between her legs, and she starts to stimulate herself. She thinks about the orgasm she had while tied up and being treated with nettles. She hadn't come that hard in a long time. She continues to rub her pussy, imagining the four girls in front of her.

She always thought she wasn't into girls. She likes boys. Or men, but now she can only think of the four girls. Maybe she's more flexible than she thought. She rubs until she reaches her second climax of the day. She knows now, she wants to continue. To just give in, no matter what the next tasks are.

== The Second Dare ==

On Tuesday, Johanna meets Sarah in front of the school entrance.

"What are you doing here? Don't you all go to that private school?"

Sarah replies, "Skipping class and visiting you. We're here for your second task. You'll skip the second period. Meet us at the north gate."

Before Johanna can argue or explain that she has a test during the second period and that today is really inconvenient, Sarah has already disappeared into the crowd of students. How rude! She's so curious about what will happen today that she doesn't catch a word of Mrs. Wagner's math lesson during the first period. She's already on Mrs. Wagner's bad side anyway.

Right after the first period, Johanna heads to the north gate. 'Gate' is a generous term--it's really more of an old garden door. It's always locked, but the fence has plenty of gaps. Behind it is a small patch of woods. Anna, Franziska, Sarah, and Marie are already waiting on the other side.

"Come on hurry up! Tick tock tick tock!" commands Anna.

"Where are we going?" Johanna wants to know.

"Just come on and stop asking so many questions."

Grumbling, Johanna squeezes through a gap in the fence.

They march through the small wooded area and stop in the middle.

Anna suddenly asks her, "We weren't sure if you'd show up again. I think the first time was pretty intense for you. Do you want to continue with the tasks?"

Johanna replies, "Yes, absolutely!"

Sarah pulls a small box out of her backpack and hands it to Anna. The box looks familiar to Johanna. It's made of dark wood with carvings, but she can't quite remember where she's seen it before. Anna opens it and takes out a small silver amulet on a chain. She puts it around Johanna's neck.

"With this, you're a true candidate for our club."

Johanna is glad; she feels accepted. But what's the significance of this amulet? She wants to ask Anna, but before she can, Sarah says, "Let's move on, carpe diem!"