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Story codes: M/F, prostitute, Hist

The Gentle Prostitute
by Camel Jockey

Some weeks later, Helmut asked Elizabeth if she would like to earn a little money. 'By what means Helmut?'

'A travelling salesman visits me once a month, and stays at the night at local hotel. Would you like to have him stay at your house instead?'

'We have no spare room in our little house.'

'I know. But he'll pay handsomely if he can share your bed!' Helmut replies with a grin. She is shocked by what he proposes! Elizabeth replies indignantly, 'Herr Schuster, a liaison with you is one thing, but this....'

'What I suggest my dear Elizabeth, is something I am sure you will not regret. Unless I am very much mistaken, the money will be well placed, giving you and Bettina some of the things in life that make this miserable existence a more comfortable experience!' Elizabeth's face softens a little.

'And just how much would that be?'

'Leave that to me my dear. You just give him dinner, breakfast and take him to your bed for what a man needs most, eh?' He says with a conspiratorial grin. 'I'll guarantee you'll be satisfied....with the money at least!'

'Herr Schuster!!' exclaimed Elizabeth.

'Agreed then? Good! Come and see me as soon as he leaves!'

Later that week, the salesman turns up at her door. She is impressed by his good manners, and leads the way into her little house, desperately hoping none of her neighbours have seen him. Bettina is a little surprised when she comes home to find the man sitting at the dinner table with them. Her mother tells her that he will be staying the night, but that she should not tell any one as 'evil tongues are always looking for gossip...' Bettina can't help wondering where this man is going to sleep. Later that night, Elizabeth lay on her back staring up at her bedroom ceiling. Mr. Poppel was certainly a fit and active man! She had not really enjoyed the experience of him chewing her nipples or squeezing her breasts as hard as he did, nor had she been impressed by his small penis, but his frenzied and prolonged thrusting between her thighs had brought her to a sudden and unexpected orgasm. She was amazed by her capacity to experience such acute pleasure at the hands, so to speak, of a complete stranger! Her first encounter with Herr Schuster's manhood, and the pleasure that had given her, she had put down to many months of abstinence. It seemed, however, that she was capable of reaching a climax with any man! 'How awful,' she thought, 'what a truly amoral woman I must be.' Even so, a small smile spread across her face as she settled down to sleep beside the gently snoring salesman.

The following morning, at the breakfast table, Herr Poppel gives Bettina a bar of chocolate. A rarity in Germany at the time, and totally unknown to Bettina! She is awestruck, and thanks him profusely. She eagerly asks if he will be coming again. He tells her he will be here the same time next month, if it is alright with her Mother? Bettina is delighted when her blushing Mother nods in agreement! As soon as breakfast is over, Herr Poppel leaves, and Bettina's mother tells her she is 'just popping out for a minute or two.'

'Good Morning Elizabeth! How are you this morning?' Helmut beams at her. She blushes at the knowledge that he knows what she has been doing the previous evening! He holds out a bundle of notes to her. She takes them and counts them. Helmut laughs at the expression on her face!

'More than you thought, eh? Good! I told you you'd be satisfied! How was Herr Poppel? Put a smile on your face did he?' Elizabeth ignored his teasing.

'I'm surprised men will pay so much for their pleasures!'

'Don't underestimate yourself, Elizabeth! Many a man would pay that, aye, and more, to sample that body of yours! There's one man in particular I know who would dearly love to pay for that exquisite pleasure!' Elizabeth looked at the money in her hand. Hers for nothing more than she had done for her husband for years.

'There is another man you wish me to sleep with?' The grocer eyed her nervously. This could go either way! She could turn out to be a good thing for him. His cut of the fee he had charged the salesman would keep him in beer for a week. One or two more regulars, and he'd be doing very nicely out of her!

'Of course not! I don't want you to do it with anyone but me! Every night! All the time! I was only thinking of you....it's all good money you know....' Elizabeth inwardly questioned the fact that it was good money, but money it certainly was. Much needed money at that!

'And who is this person?'

'Well you see, it's very delicate....confidential like....yes, most important, confidentiality....'

'That, Helmut, goes both ways. I am a respected person hereabouts, a respectable woman and regular church goer.'

'Yes....in fact, Father Jacob did mention you when he came in for his tobacco yesterday.'

'Did he? What did he say....' his eyes gave her the news. '....you mean he.....No!.....He's a priest!'

'He's a man just like the rest of us Elizabeth! Asking about your situation he was. I told him you were a widow woman, single and available as a respectable widow might be.' She eyed him sternly.

'And what else did you tell him?'

'Oh well, you see, he pointed out to me that as a man of the Catholic Church, he was forbidden to marry.'

'And.....'

'Then I asked him if he was asking about you in a different manner! We men know each other you see, my dear!' Elizabeth half expected what was coming!

'He said that such a woman as you must be lonely, having had the comfort of a husband. That times must be hard for a widow in these dreadful times.'

'So you told him what, precisely?'

'That I'd have a word with you, and see if an agreement could be reached, assuring you both some comfort and benefit!' She was appalled! The priest! The one man who should be above the pleasures of the flesh! She was also a little panic stricken!

'But he knows me! What if he should say something to someone?' she blurted out.

'Now calm yourself! Shush! No need to worry....he's the last person on earth to say anything! Think about it!' She thought for a moment. It was true. The priest could afford to loose his reputation even less than she!

'You could have that amount....' he gestured towards the money in her hand, 'every week!' Elizabeth thought about this too!

'Every week?'

'Absolutely. Twice when Herr Poppel comes to town! The Priest won't stay overnight either, nor will he eat anything! Shall I tell him to call on you one day? Say, Tuesday, or maybe better if it's Wednesday, eh?'

Elizabeth nodded dumbly. A sadness overtook her as she realised the truth about herself. She was a prostitute. A whore no better than the street girls in Frankfurt or Mainz, and worst of all, she thought to herself, 'I even seem to enjoy doing it!'

'Would you mind making the arrangements as before? I don't think I could speak about money to him....' This, of course, was just what Helmut had hoped for!

'Of course. I shall give him a note to bring to you, to confirm the transaction....'

A few days later, Bettina is surprised when the village priest, Father Jacob, comes to call. She has only seen him in Church, and he has never called at their house before. The priest gives her Mum a letter, then her mother tells her to go out to play for an hour.

The priest becomes a regular weekly visitor to their house, and the salesman comes to stay one night a month. Mr. Schuster comes to visit too, sometimes. Bettina begins to suspect that something she ought to know about is going on!

One evening, just after supper, a man Bettina has never seen before, knocks on their door. He seems somewhat surprised when she answers the door.

'Are you Elizabeth?' He asks with a smile. Bettina explains that Elizabeth is her mother. He then enquires if her mother is at home. Bettina invites him in and runs up stairs to get her Mum, who is in her bedroom. She then makes a pretence of going to her room when her mother goes down stairs. She listens at the top of the stairs to the conversation taking place below.

'Good evening my dear. The shopkeeper tells me that a gentleman may find lodgings here' Elizabeth is rather shocked by the fact that this man, a total stranger, may know she 'entertains' men!

'And what else did he tell you, Sir?'

'He said I should give you this note, and that good food and a comfortable bed would be provided, with good honest company for the night to warm a man's heart!' At the top of the stairs, Bettina's jaw dropped open! Another man staying overnight? She listens intently. Downstairs, Elizabeth surveys the stranger. He seemed respectable. In fact, his clothing gave the impression that he was in fact, a man of substance. A man with money.

'The grocer said I should give him the fee. I presume that is in order?' Elizabeth flushed and nodded in response.

'This must be a very good hostelry indeed, to command such high prices!' Elizabeth dropped her gaze. How much had he paid, she wondered? 'There is no doubt a lady such as yourself merits such a price.' He paused for a moment. 'It will, I am sure, be a pleasure, and good value for money! Even to one who as I, who is, shall we say, the most demanding of clients!' Elizabeth looked at his eyes. They sparkled with a mischievous light.

'Demanding, Sir?'

'Oh! Yes my dear, such prices dictate that nothing is denied me!' She thought of the possibilities. Vague tales of sadistic sexual practices came to her mind. She hastily changed the subject.

'Let me introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Schmidt.'

'And I, dear lady, am Maximillian von Langsdorf.' he said taking her proffered hand.

(1,738 Words) Maximillian von Langsdorf