around
the waist.
The prostitute danced. More daring than the
others, she pranced the waltz letting her partner whirl her quickly
around. After a few beats she was completely into the dance,
throwing her hips around, bending forward and backward, pressing
her body up against her partner in constant contact. It was
shameless, vulgar and brutally sensual.
Frank Braun heard a voice near him, saw the
dance master watching the prostitute with keen appreciation.
“Damn, that whore can swing her ass!”
Oh yes, she could swing her ass! She swung it
high and cheeky like a flag, like a storm filled banner of naked
lust, like the Baroness Gudel de Gudelfeld swung hers for the
applause of the Crown Prince.
She doesn’t need any ornaments thought Frank
Braun as his eyes followed her down the hall and back. He quickly
stepped up to her as the music stopped and laid his hand on her
arm.
“Pay first,” the dark haired man laughed at
him.
He gave the man a coin. The prostitute looked
him over with a quick look, examining him from top to bottom.
“I live nearby,” she said. “Scarcely three
minutes in the–”
He interrupted her, “It doesn’t matter where
you live, come with me.”
In the meantime back in the café the Privy
Councilor offered the women something to drink. They wanted sherry
brandy and asked if he could possibly pay their other tab, two
beers, pancakes and a cup of coffee. The Privy Councilor paid, then
tried his luck. He had a proposal to make and they might be
interested he said. But only one of them could accept his very
profitable offer and they would have to throw dice to see who got
it.
Thin Jenny laid her arm on his shoulder. “We
better roll those dice quick old man, that’s for sure! The ladies
and I–we want to know what an old goat like you can teach us in bed
that we don’t already know!”
Elly, a petite doll headed blonde seconded
her.
“What my friend means is don’t waste our
time. Bring on the money!”
She sprang up and got some dice. “Now
children, let’s find out who gets to accept the old man’s
proposal.”
But fat Anna, the one they called “The Hen”,
protested.
“I always lose at dice,” she said. “Won’t you
pay some consolation money, uncle, for the ones that don’t
win?”
“Certainly,” said the Privy Councilor. “Five
marks for each of you.”
He laid three fat pieces of silver on the
table.
“You are swell!” Jenny praised him and
confirmed it by ordering another round of Sherry-Brandy. She was
also the winner. She took the three pieces of money and handed them
to the others.
“There, you have your consolation money. Now
open up you old rascal and tell me all of the shameful things that
you want me to do. I am prepared.”
“Then listen dear child,” began the Privy
Councilor. “It concerns some very unusual things–”
“You are a man, aren’t you?” the prostitute
interrupted him. “I’m not a virgin anymore and haven’t been one for
a long time. Our dear God has some strange beasts running around in
his zoo and I’ve picked up a few things along the way. It will be
hard to show me something new.”
“But you don’t understand me at all, dear
Jenny,” said the Professor. “I demand nothing like that of you at
all. I want you to take part in a scientific experiment.”
“I knew it,” Jenny blurted out. “I knew
it–You are a Doctor aren’t you old man?–I had a Doctor once that
always began with scientific experiments–He was the greatest pig of
them all!–Now Prosit, uncle. That’s fine with me. I will fulfill
all of your delightful fantasies.”
The Privy Councilor toasted and drank to
her.
“We shall see soon enough how free from
prejudice you really are–To make it short, this concerns an
experiment with artificial insemination.”
“A what?” the girl started.
“Artificial–insemination? What’s the need for that?–The common way
seems to work well enough!”
The dark haired Clara grinned.
“I
the waist.
The prostitute danced. More daring than the
others, she pranced the waltz letting her partner whirl her quickly
around. After a few beats she was completely into the dance,
throwing her hips around, bending forward and backward, pressing
her body up against her partner in constant contact. It was
shameless, vulgar and brutally sensual.
Frank Braun heard a voice near him, saw the
dance master watching the prostitute with keen appreciation.
“Damn, that whore can swing her ass!”
Oh yes, she could swing her ass! She swung it
high and cheeky like a flag, like a storm filled banner of naked
lust, like the Baroness Gudel de Gudelfeld swung hers for the
applause of the Crown Prince.
She doesn’t need any ornaments thought Frank
Braun as his eyes followed her down the hall and back. He quickly
stepped up to her as the music stopped and laid his hand on her
arm.
“Pay first,” the dark haired man laughed at
him.
He gave the man a coin. The prostitute looked
him over with a quick look, examining him from top to bottom.
“I live nearby,” she said. “Scarcely three
minutes in the–”
He interrupted her, “It doesn’t matter where
you live, come with me.”
In the meantime back in the café the Privy
Councilor offered the women something to drink. They wanted sherry
brandy and asked if he could possibly pay their other tab, two
beers, pancakes and a cup of coffee. The Privy Councilor paid, then
tried his luck. He had a proposal to make and they might be
interested he said. But only one of them could accept his very
profitable offer and they would have to throw dice to see who got
it.
Thin Jenny laid her arm on his shoulder. “We
better roll those dice quick old man, that’s for sure! The ladies
and I–we want to know what an old goat like you can teach us in bed
that we don’t already know!”
Elly, a petite doll headed blonde seconded
her.
“What my friend means is don’t waste our
time. Bring on the money!”
She sprang up and got some dice. “Now
children, let’s find out who gets to accept the old man’s
proposal.”
But fat Anna, the one they called “The Hen”,
protested.
“I always lose at dice,” she said. “Won’t you
pay some consolation money, uncle, for the ones that don’t
win?”
“Certainly,” said the Privy Councilor. “Five
marks for each of you.”
He laid three fat pieces of silver on the
table.
“You are swell!” Jenny praised him and
confirmed it by ordering another round of Sherry-Brandy. She was
also the winner. She took the three pieces of money and handed them
to the others.
“There, you have your consolation money. Now
open up you old rascal and tell me all of the shameful things that
you want me to do. I am prepared.”
“Then listen dear child,” began the Privy
Councilor. “It concerns some very unusual things–”
“You are a man, aren’t you?” the prostitute
interrupted him. “I’m not a virgin anymore and haven’t been one for
a long time. Our dear God has some strange beasts running around in
his zoo and I’ve picked up a few things along the way. It will be
hard to show me something new.”
“But you don’t understand me at all, dear
Jenny,” said the Professor. “I demand nothing like that of you at
all. I want you to take part in a scientific experiment.”
“I knew it,” Jenny blurted out. “I knew
it–You are a Doctor aren’t you old man?–I had a Doctor once that
always began with scientific experiments–He was the greatest pig of
them all!–Now Prosit, uncle. That’s fine with me. I will fulfill
all of your delightful fantasies.”
The Privy Councilor toasted and drank to
her.
“We shall see soon enough how free from
prejudice you really are–To make it short, this concerns an
experiment with artificial insemination.”
“A what?” the girl started.
“Artificial–insemination? What’s the need for that?–The common way
seems to work well enough!”
The dark haired Clara grinned.
“I
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