One: Amsterdam
Sarah got off the airplane. She passed customs control without much of a delay, grabbed her suitcase from baggage claim, and headed for the exit.
Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath. She'd made it. Two weeks ago, they celebrated her 18th birthday, now she was here to scratch one entry from her bucket list: she was in Amsterdam. Alone. She was an adult, and she had waited for so long to be. Now she'd make good use of it.
Sarah was good-looking. She had a nice face and black hair. Being of Asian heritage, she didn't have gigantic boobs like some men seemed to prefer them, but she had a cute ass and, in general, a petite build.
Amsterdam. A salty hint on her lips betrayed the near North Sea. She decided to take the train from Schipol Airport to the Central Station. She had been told, that public transport was very reliable in the Netherlands and was surprised nonetheless: the train was not only punctual, it was precisely on schedule. On the second. She was in the best of moods when she left Central Station through the front entrance. She was overwhelmed by the view:
She saw the channels - a tell-tale sign for the Netherlands. The large open space in front of the station was crowded with people. And she could see what seemed like a million bicycles. They even had parking garages for them. The city was vibrating with activity, and she'd been dropped right in the middle of it. She took a full turn to have another look at her surroundings. Amsterdam was a breathtaking city.
She walked down the Damrak - eyes open wide in amazement. Clothing stores right next to coffee shops, selling drugs openly. Suited businessmen and women scurrying between thousands of tourists and a lot of very strange people as well. She smiled. This would be a great week.
Checking Google Maps she selected her hostel as her destination. She'd chosen one close to the infamous Oudezijds Achterburgwal - not for its vicinity to a channel and the city center, not for the cheap prices, but because it was located near the red-light district.
She had been fascinated with the women showing off their bodies in the windows to find suitors from the moment she had heard of it. Sex with strangers for money was not on her mind, but she wanted to find out if her body would turn them on. This was the precise entry on her bucket list: "Get to Amsterdam and show off my body in one of the red-light district's windows for some hours."
She checked in at the hostel. It was cheap and not very nice, but at least it seemed semi-clean - by and large. Dropping off her suitcase hastily, she went out onto the street as fast as possible. It was near midday, and she had to make arrangements for the evening.
She went down the Achterburgwal, looking not very suspicious during daytime, if one was able to ignore the very explicit signs at doors and windows. She looked around for a while until she found a sex store that had attached show-windows. Currently, they were hung with curtains, a sign informing, that they'd open at 8 pm. She chose this one, as the shop was currently open, and she needed to talk to the owner.
Entering, she looked around and found the shop to be empty. They sold anything related to sex. Right next to her, there was a rack with bondage equipment. She stood there, pondering what people would do with these things. For some of the pieces, she couldn't even imagine.
"Looks interesting, doesn't it?" a deep voice of a man with a heavy Dutch accent asked from the other side of the room. "How can I help you?" he asked, walking over to her.
He was about 50 years old and muscular but had put on a little too much fat to be considered appealing. He wore jeans and a plain black T-shirt with "Kiss me, I'm a prince" printed on it.
"Interesting, sure does," she replied, "but that's not why I'm here."
"You're not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"No. I want to rent one of your windows," she explained.
"You what?!" he exclaimed, "They are not for rent. My girls use them all evening."
She put on her best pretty-please-face and told him about her bucket list.
He pondered the situation for a moment, then he smiled, saying "What kind of man would I be, not to help a damsel distressed..."
"But there are rules to be followed. And it won't be cheap, either. He looked her up and down. You've got a nice body, you're young, and the long black hair is also fine. The Asian looks won't buy you much here: a large part of our populace has an Asian ancestry, and your boobs are beautiful, but too small for our customers."
"As you don't want to have sex with suitors, I'd have to make arrangements with the other girls - and the customers, so I'll need €100 per hour from you," he explained.
She nodded.
"Furthermore, you'll have to wear something of my choosing to match up with the other girls - there can't be any negotiations about that," he continued.
"You'll leave all personal belongings in your locker in the changing room. Especially, any kind of recording device is strictly forbidden. No cameras, no mobiles."
"I can offer you two hours. You'll start early at 7 pm, so the first hour, you'll be exclusive, then one of my girls will join in, and you'll have to share 'your' window with her, as they are already booked."
He looked at her expectantly. "Do we have a deal?" he asked, extending a huge hand to her.
She took it and said, "We do. When should I be here to change?"
"6 pm, be punctual, and don't forget the money!" he replied
"Will do!" she said. "Thanks a lot. See you at 6."
She left the shop and crossed over the channel towards the city center. She needed something to eat. Dutch pancakes were often talked about, and she decided to use the opportunity to check them out now.
Sitting outside on the street in front of a pancake shop, she enjoyed the afternoon sun. She tried to calm down, but she felt her heart pounding in her throat. Was she really doing this? She'd been waiting and planning for so long. Strangers would see her naked! She was thrilled and afraid at the same time. She felt her pussy getting wet. By that, she had her answer. Forming fists with both her hands, she made a decision.
At precisely 6 pm, she entered the sex shop.
****
Two: The Window
When Sarah entered the room, the man she had met in the afternoon was talking to a customer, showing her some dildos.
He saw Sarah, nodded, and pointed to a door behind the counter, signed "No entry".
She walked over to the door, took the handle, and threw him a questioning look. He nodded, continuing his talk with the woman.
Sarah opened the door and walked in. After a short corridor, there was another door. Sarah knocked.
"Come in!" a friendly female voice could be heard from the other side.
Sarah entered, and a nearly nude woman was standing in the room, dressing. She turned to her and Sarah saw two double-Ds to be remembered. The woman was only wearing thigh-highs and just had a matching bra in her hand. Her body was perfect; Sarah had to muster all her concentration to move her eyes from the boobs to the eyes in front of her, she blushed slightly.
