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Crack. Smash. Crunch. "Mate, I think I just stepped on a fucking beer bottle." Tom said.
"Haha, you're a fucking idiot." Jacob replied to him in a mocking tone.
Tom and Jacob were on holiday in Germany; they had just finished a night on the town and were drunk. Not to completely hammered, neither were they tipsy. They were drunk.
They were walking in a seemingly uninhabited street at 3am when they saw a road branching off leading to a Greek fast food shop with its white light still illuminating the street. Almost telepathically without saying a word they looked at each other and shrugged. They turned left into the street and then walked into the greasy Greek fast food shop on their right.
"Excuse me, do you speak English?" asked Jacob to the lonely shop keep who was sat on this own counting his takings.
"A little bit" replied the shop attendant in a distinct accent.
"How much for a Giro?" Jacob enquired.
"No food, drink only." The shop attendant replied. Jacob and Tom stumbled over to the fridge with an assortment of various drinks. Both took out a can of cold beer and paid the man and exited.
As they left the establishment, instead of walking back the way they came the decided they continue down the road. It was then that they noticed the red, ominous glow of the red light district. Tom though about it and thought it'd be funny if two 18 year old adolescents took a stroll through the street which contained artisans of the oldest profession. "Jacob. Mate, let's walk through the red light district" Tom suggested to Jacob.
"Fuck off, that's embarrassing. There's loads of old random Johns walking around." said Jacob in a defensive manner.
"C'mon man, it'll be fun" Tom said as he turned right and led the way.
As they started walking up the stretch of road immediately the 'Artisans' of the so-called oldest professions took notice and tried to entice them over, waving at them, knocking on their glass doors even as far as standing in front of Tom and trying to sweet talk him and his friend into paying for her services. All they did was simply light up a cigarette each and walk on while conversing about their social lives and how it'd be funny if one of them got a prostitute.
"'Ere, mate. I know you're still a virgin, so hows' about fucking a prozzie fer teh banter?" Jacob implied mostly due to the fact Tom wasn't the best looking, physically fit male. In fact, he was the not 'shy' but misunderstood nerdy fella whom everyone knew due to his ferocious antics and humour, standing at 5' 11" with scruffy raven hair and some odd yet appealing facial characteristics such as a faint yet noticeable scar on his left cheek .
"D'ya knows what? I might be drunk but that's not a bad idea Jakob" Tom taunted.
Instantly, Tom noticed her. Olive skinned, blue eyed, brunette babe bombshell that was in a windows ahead of them to the right. Her arse was small, although it was shapely and perky. Her tits were just prefect, with the right amount size and perkiness. All she was clothed in was a black lace thong and a flimsy lace bra. His heart started to throb and ebb, his brain was fixated on her like a drug. Somewhere deep inside him whatever left of his pure being screamed danger, however, compared to the earth-shattering howls that was his brain and heart the screams of his being where only a whisper.
"Looks like you see something you like Tom, let's see how much she wants" Jacob nudged Tom.
Immediately as the pair started to move towards her blue eyes affixed on Tom, she then opened her window and spoke.
"You wanna fuck me? 30 euro." she said in distinctly heavy foreign accent, which flowed like honey and stung like a bee.
Before Jacob could even reply Tom interjected "Hell, yes."
Jacob stood there gob-smacked as Tom stumbled to the door a few paces to the right of him. "Get in, Tom!" he uttered words of encouragement.
The door swung open and the beautiful babe was standing there with her hand out. Tom shoved his hand in his pocket and brought forth three 10 euro notes and handed it to the prostitute.
"This way, yes?" she spoke as she urged him towards the staircase. She closed the door behind them and led the way up the staircase, hips swaying back and forth due to the 6" black high heels she wore. Tom, utterly mesmerised, followed the sway of her shaped arse.
They came to another door within the building and as they entered the room beyond it a wave of lust hit him, he just had to reach out and touch her arse. He did so, and she giggled and told him "Let me take my panties off first"
She closed the door and sat down on the single green bed in the small yet profession relevant room.
"My name's Vanessa by the way" Vanessa stated. Tom now knew her name and planned to savour the next 30 minutes.
"Tom, nice to buy your time" Tom comically added.
"Mmm, my pleasure, now, get naked" Vanessa replied as she waited for Tom for undress, she then took her heels off, lifted her legs up in the air and removed her panties from her bare, save the landing strip, cunt and left them on the tip of her toes, aiming them at Tom.
Tom took the panties and inhaled deeply, the scent of moist pussy lingered in his nostrils and he threw them to the floor, he then grabbed the foot that the delicious black panties once hung from and admired them. French manicure painted with black nail polish, pressing her soles against his face, god they were perfect – she was perfect. As he began sucking on her big toe he manoeuvred her other foot to his cock and inserted his dick in between her painted black toes.
