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This lady comes to Germany hoping to find a good job, but instead, her employer arranges for her to work in the brothel…

It was summer and I had my vac in a couple of days. It meant I had so many days free of students, free of curriculums and syllables, free of books and classes. I deserved some rest. I had some grand plans for the vac and was kind of short of money. So when I saw an ad on one of the sites I was browsing through that night I thought it could be fun and could bring me some cash: “Work and travel abroad.” The ad promised good money, new experiences, and seemed like real fun.

I dialed the number. The nice voice told me the company dealt with recruiting maintenance staff for European hotels. The voice said they still had vacancies and asked me to tell about myself. I said I was 28 I could speak English, German, Italian, and I was single. The voice invited me to come to their office next day.

Everything happened so fast. Seemed they liked me. I had golden curls, a nice toned body. It didn’t take me much time to get all the papers ready. So in less than a week I found myself in Germany on one of the old narrow streets in Bavaria. I came in the office and saw a muscular young man behind the desk.

“May I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Liz Smith, I’m from the States.”

The guy looked at me in surprise. He was impressed by my German. He nodded and smiled. He asked me to come in and follow him to another room.

“You need to undergo a medical examination. We’re very punctilious about our staff’s health.” he said and picked up the phone. “Frau Zimmermann, here’s a girl for examination here.”

I saw a door open. A fair haired lady in big glasses came into the room. She was wearing a white doctor’s smock.

“Come in please.”

It was a usual gynecologist’s office. The woman closed the door.

“Dress off, Frau Smith. I need to examine you. Put your clothes and shoes over here for disinfection.”

“Does it mean I’m hired?” I asked her smiling humbly and taking off my blouse and skirt.

“Yes. Don’t worry you’ll gonna get the uniform. The sooner you dress off the sooner you get your outfit.”

I was standing naked in front of Frau Zimmermann. She was examining me really carefully. She checked my mouth, my eyes, and then she told me to get on the gynecologic chair and examined both of my holes.

“You haven’t had sex for a while, right?”

“Yeah you’re right… but don’t worry it won’t interfere with my work.”
The doc grinned and went on with the examination. She also checked my biceps and hit behind my knee with her hand (I still don’t know why she did that.) Then she shaved my pubis for hygiene’s sake, of course, and in order to make further examinations easier.

“You can get dressed.”

I saw my uniform. It was very specific, I must say… Black silk thongs, a lacy g-string, black stockings, bodysuit, wedge heels and high heels, and a short dress with a flower pattern.

“Is that for me?” I asked looking at the lady suspiciously.

“Yes, sure. You can put it on.”

I was very perplexed but anyway I tried the stuff on. It fitted like a glove. Perfect.

“Great!” said Frau Zimmermann and took off her smock. She was wearing a bright yellow top and a short miniskirt, as well as black stockings and wedge heels, just like mine.

“And the final stage and then we’ll get down to work.”

We came into another room, which was like a hairdresser’s. I saw my reflection in a big mirror, I looked like wow! But there was no time for admiration. The doctor turned out to be a great make-up artist. She put on makeup and made my hair. When I looked at my face again I saw another woman staring back at me, she was younger, fresher, and sluttier. I didn’t know how Frau Zimmermann managed to turn me into a well-groomed hooker.

“You’re ready now. Now take off your dress. Let’s go and show guys what we got here.”

I was numb. I was standing in the center of the room wearing nothing but sexy lingerie when two muscular German guys rushed into the room. They were looking at me as if I were a real slut. One of them was African American.

“So babe,” said Frau Zimmermann in a very low hoarse voice, “let’s make everything clear before we start. Listen and remember what I’m saying. You’re a big girl, so there must be no problems with you. You’ll be working as a prostitute. First here, in the brothel, and then if you work well, in the hotel, just like you wanted. First you gotta learn how to do it. Remember one thing. There’s no way to escape from here. We’ve paid good money to get you here. You’ll have to work it out. No way to escape. If you try to rebel you’ll be punished. I’m warning you. If you are a bad girl we’ll give you drugs to calm you down and you’ll only be able to do two things – suck and fuck. Got it? If you still don’t understand how serious it is, we can sell you to our Arabian or Filipino friends… So Frau Smith promise me you’ll be a good girl and won’t cause us troubles.”

Her speech was really shocking. I didn’t keep my balance and sat down on the floor. The Afro-American came up to me and raised me up rudely, slapping across my almost-bare butt.

“Let’s go bitch.”

“No you can’t … you have no right.. Let me go!”

Another slap made me fall down on the chair.

“Why are you so stupid. OK, watch then.” Frau said.

I saw a remote control in her hands. I saw the same two men on the screen. There was a pretty brunette girl with them there, wearing nothing but stockings and shoes. They grasped her by the hair and pulled her to the chair. They tied her face down to the chair. They started beating and slapping her. She was bucking and opening her mouth crying. The sound was turned off. Frau Zimmermann turned it on. The girl was groaning begging them to stop and promising to be a good girl. One of them grasped her hair and unzipped his fly.

“Suck it bitch.” He said.

I saw the girl licking his stem and groin, the other man was standing by her side all the time. Seemed it lasted forever. Then the guys switched places. I glanced at the men. They were grinning smugly, staring at the screen. Their fingers were squeezing my shoulders. I saw them leer at me, licking their lips.

I glanced back at the screen. The girl was sucking both of their dicks simultaneously. There appeared another guy behind her back, screwing her hard. Guess I saw her smile.

I suddenly realized something of the kind could happen to me if I disobeyed. I gave up. There were positive moments about it too. I had sexy outfits, they had to give me food, and I hadn’t had sex for a year…

Damn Frau Zimmermann was a good psychologist, I must tell you.

“So you’re ready Frau? Are you ready to work for the brothel? Are you ready to be obedient and nice?”

“I’m hungry…” I whispered.

“So that’s the problem? Ein moment bitte!” She smiled delightfully.

I was provided with food and beer. Zimmermann poured some wine in glasses and we drank to my new career. Then I got dressed and got a bag on my head.

“That’s for your own sake, girl. It’s blinding sunny outside unlike here in the basemen.”

I got out of the street and then got in the car. They took me somewhere. Then I got in the house and went upstairs.

“Frau Dort, here’s the new girl!”

I saw an elderly lady in a light summer suit. She was old but looking great. Her hair was bright red. She looked at my face and undid the gown I was wearing. I knew what she wanted, so I took the gown off…

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