1 comments/ 31265 views/ 4 favorites Live Show By: History Nut I no longer remember the exact date this happened, nor do I know exactly where it happened, but I remember the event itself with great clarity. If that sounds implausible, let me explain. I had gone to the Netherlands (Holland) to research travel stories about Amsterdam and Rotterdam. I flew from Phoenix, Arizona to Amsterdam and was nearly exhausted by the time I got to my hotel room. Once there, I showered, and then napped for an hour. When I awoke, I called Jan van Gough. I had collaborated with Jan online for more than a year, but I had not met him in person. After we had talked a bit, Jan suggested that I go to dinner with him, and then go to a club for a few drinks and a chance to get to know one another. As tired as I was, I begged off for that night, but agreed to go with him the next evening. Jan arrived at my hotel promptly at 6:00 PM and called me from the front desk to say that he would meet me in the hotel's bar for a drink, and then would take me to dinner. Five minutes later, I met Jan in the lounge and had a Grolsch beer while we got acquainted. Jan, at fifty-five, is an amazingly fit man. As we talked, he told me that he plays soccer every weekend on the senior's team for the village in which he lives. His blond hair is showing signs of grey, but he is nevertheless a man of such good looks that several of the women in the lounge eyed him with hunger in their eyes. After we finished our beers, Jan took me to a restaurant that features food from Indonesia. The curried fish and rice I had was quite different from the Indian curry I am so fond of. The addition of coconut milk gave it a pleasantly sweet taste that in no way clashed with the heat of the spices that give good curry its fire. As we talked, Jan and I discovered that we share a strong interest in erotica. As a result, Jan asked if I had ever been to one of Holland's sex clubs. I hadn't; that was actually my first visit to the country, so Jan asked if I would like to visit one. We finished our dinner, and then got in Jan's Porsche to go to the club he had told me about. The club is not in Amsterdam, but is in one of the nearby communities. Don't ask me which one; I was so interested in just looking at the barges on the canals, and at the Dutch architecture that I paid no attention to which roads we took, or where we went. I could not go back there on my own if I tried. Nevertheless, after about a forty-five minute drive, we arrived at a magnificent home on the outskirts of a town. The building had to have been built during the first quarter of the nineteenth century, and must have been the home of a wealth merchant, or perhaps even a member of the royalty. It had seen better days, but was still an impressive structure. Jan told me its grounds were much shrunk from what they had been, even when he was a boy, but to me they were still large, almost park like. When we entered, a gorgeous girl about nineteen met us. She wore only a black apron trimmed with white lace, and a little lace cap. The apron barely covered her ample, firm breasts, and was so short that a few tufts of blond hair peeked out from beneath it. When she turned to lead us into the main sitting room, her bare butt and long, well turned legs made me wish I were a much younger man. In the main sitting room, the girl took us over to a couple of overstuffed chairs near the fireplace and asked if we would like something to eat or drink. Jan turned to me and asked, "Do you like Pernod?" "Yes, I do. I don't get to drink it often, however. Most Americans have no idea what it is, and it's not available in most of our bars." Turning to the girl, he then said, "Hanelore, please bring Mr. Jacquekov a tall Pernod in water, and bring me my usual." "Yes, Herr van Gough," She replied and disappeared through a side door. As she left, Jan turned to me and said, "Eukan, this is one of my country's most delightful bordellos. The staff is courteous and always discrete. It is a private club, and the board of governors tightly controls membership. Were you not my guest, you would not have been allowed to enter." "Does the young lady, Hanelore, know all of the members by name?" "Oh yes. So do all of the other staff members." Just then, Hanelore returned with our drinks. I took mine, waited until Jan had his in his hand and had dismissed Hanelore, and raised my glass; "To your health," I said. Jan returned the toast and we began to sip our drinks. As we did so, Jan resumed the conversation he had begun before the drinks arrived. "We have some very entertaining live shows in the theater. If you wish, we can watch one. We also have a number of girls who can satisfy any sexual desire you have. Not all of them perform the bizarre acts that a few of our members want, but a couple of the women specialize in such things. Also, some of our members are voyeurs, so the club has several rooms arranged so that those who wish to can go into a darkened passageway and look through a one-way mirror to watch couples on the other side having sex." "Do the couples who are being watched know they are being watched?" "I'm sure they know that they may be, but they never know for sure." "Doesn't that put a damper on their performance?" "No; not really. The men who request those rooms tend to be exhibitionists, and I suspect that they relish the idea that they may have an audience." "How does one know which girls are available for sex?" "They are all available. That is a condition of being employed here." "Can a girl refuse a request for her service?" "Oh yes. If a member asks for a sex act that the girl feels is too dangerous, or too degrading, she can politely refuse, and perhaps suggest to the man that he ask one of the girls who she knows provides that kind of service." "Are there any women members of the club?" "Certainly. They have the same privileges as the male members." "Are the male staff members required to provide sex to the female members in the same way as the female staff is required to serve the male members?" "Yes. Of course." "Do male and female members ever have sex with one another." "If they are both agreeable to it." "Hmmmm. I would say that being a member here is quite a rewarding privilege." "Yes, it is. However, it also carries an obligation." "Oh?" "Yes. Since AIDs and herpes have become so common, all of our members are required to have a medical exam before they are accepted for membership, and are pledged to not have sex with anyone outside our club. We want everyone here, both members and staff, to feel safe in the knowledge that they will not become infected while having un-protected sex." "What about pregnancy?" "All of our female employees take birth control pills, and as for our women members, they are either on the pill, or can request that their partner wear a condom." "You said all members must be screened before being accepted. I haven't been screened." "That's right, and I'm sorry, but you cannot have sex with any of our staff, or any of our female members until you do pass the medical exam and are accepted into membership by the board of governors." "That's disappointing, but I can see the logic behind it. May I watch one or more of the live shows?" "I was hoping you would want to. Please follow me into the theater." Jan led me from the sitting room down a hallway lined with magnificent oil paintings, all of which showed people engaged in various forms of licentious activity. At the end of the hall, we passed through a curtained doorway into a dimly lit room in which a dozen tables were arranged around a horseshoe shaped stage in such a way that everyone at each table had a unobstructed view of the performance on the stage. A stunningly beautiful Eurasian girl greeted us as we stepped into the room. "Good evening Herr van Gough; good evening sir." "Good evening Greta. This is Mr. Eukan Jacquekov. Mr. Jacquekov is a colleague of mine from the United States. He's here to write some travel articles for a magazine in the US." "I'm pleased to meet you, sir. Are you going to be here very long?" "Unfortunately, no. I'll be here no more than a month." "Oh, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the time you will be here. Would you like something while you watch the next performance?" Jan looked at me as if to ask what I would like. Taking the clue, I said "I would like another Pernod and a little something light to eat so that the alcohol doesn't make me tipsy." Jan then said, "The food sounds like a good idea. Please bring us one of Elka's snack trays, and I'll have my usual drink." "Right away, Herr van Gough." We seated ourselves at one of the tables at the rounded end of the stage. The stage was not very high, little more than a raised platform about two feet higher than the room floor. On it was a round bed. At the opposite end of the stage wine colored velvet curtains hid the back-stage area. A bank of loud speakers were tastefully hidden behind cloth panels on either side of the stage. The panels were decorated with airbrushed scenes that set an erotic mood without being so busy that they would distract the audience from the activity on stage. As Greta returned with our food and drinks, a drum roll came from the speakers, the curtain parted at the end of the stage and a muscular nude man came on stage. He looked like a weight lifter or wrestler. His biceps and his thighs were massive and bulging. His abdomen was a washboard of muscle. His long penis lay sleeping on a blond haired scrotum containing a pair of testicles that any bull would have been proud to have. By now, the other tables in the room were also occupied. I was surprised to see at least half a dozen women present. More surprising was the fact that nearly everyone was nude. Jan and I looked quite out of place sitting there in our business suits. The nude body builder stepped to the front of the stage and began to speak. He spoke in Dutch, but Jan translated for me. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's presentation. Tonight the beautiful Helene will present a solo performance on the skin flute accompanied by the music of Rampal. Please welcome the lovely Helene." The curtain parted again and out stepped the most beautiful black girl I have ever seen. She was tall, perhaps five foot six and had firm, conical 36D breasts, a narrow waist above a pear shaped 37 inch ass supported by beautifully curved slender legs. Her pubic hair was trimmed so that short, tightly coiled spirals of coal black only partially hid the coffee color of her mons and labia major. The head of her clitoris poked tantalizingly out at the top of her slit. Applause rippled through the room. Helene strutted across the stage to stand beside Mr. Bodybuilder. She curtsied, smiled, and dropped to her knees as the strains of flute music filled the room. She took Mr. Bodybuilder's flaccid eight-inch penis in her hand, held it lightly, slid the foreskin back to bare the mushroom shaped glans, and lightly kissed the little lips of his pee hole. Then her bright pink tongue darted between her lips and danced across the head of the man's penis. Her touch was delicate and followed precisely the rhythm of Rampal's flute playing. Mr. Bodybuilder's penis began to lengthen and grow thicker. Soon it was easily ten inches long, maybe more, and nearly two inches in diameter. As soon as it was fully erect, Helene began stimulating its length with her lips, tongue and teeth. Let me tell you, my own penis is no where as large as Mr. Bodybuilders, but it was a hell of a lot harder, and was leaking so much pre-cum that I had a dark wet spot on my trousers near the zipper. Thankfully, it was where my suit jacket covered it when I stood. Damn, I wanted to trade places with that blond Adonis. You will have to imagine what Helene did; I cannot begin to describe the virtuosity she showed as she played his skin flute to the strains of Rampal's music. It was fascinating to see the contrast between his tannish pink penis with its plum purple glans and blond pubic hair against her coffee colored face and raven black hair. And, meijn Gott, when she took his massive tool into her mouth. A snake would have had difficulty swallowing his cock, but Helene, somehow, took its entire length and nuzzled her nose into his blond pubic mat. I'll have to give Mr. Bodybuilder his due. He lasted a hell of a lot longer than I would have, and longer than probably 90% of the men I know. But, when he let go... Helene had removed his penis from her mouth. She must have felt a change in it that told her he was about to come, or perhaps he signaled her in some way that I missed, but anyway, she took it out of her mouth, licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, and slid her hand along its length twice. Then that monster erupted like a volcano. Ropes of white semen spattered across her face. It coated her nose, cheeks, and lips and dripped from her chin onto her breasts. She licked her lips to clear the semen from them, and then engulfed his cock head for another powerful suck to get the last of his ejaculate from him. They had timed his orgasm perfectly. She removed his flagging dick from her mouth and stood to join hands with him and bow to the audience just as the last strains of flute music died and was replaced by the applause of the audience. No, don't ask me what piece of Rampal's music was played for their performance. I'm not a music fan and wouldn't have known it was Rampal playing had Mr. Bodybuilder not said it would be when he introduced Helene to the crowd. There was a brief intermission during which Jan told me that Mr. Bodybuilder's name was Hans, and that he and Helene would return in about an hour for a display of erotic gymnastics on the bed that was on the stage. Greta came by and asked if we wanted more to drink. Our plate of snacks was still almost as full as it had been when she brought it to us. I was beginning to feel the effects of the Pernod I had drunk and declined another one. Jan also said he had had enough for a while. When Greta left, I turned to Jan and asked where the men's room was. "I have to go too; follow me." We returned to our table just as a fanfare announced that it was time for the next performance. Two women who were in their mid-twenties came on stage. They were dressed in traditional Dutch costumes: wooden shoes, striped cotton hose, flaring blue skirts overlain by white aprons that strained to cover the bulging tits that filled their blouses. And of course, they wore the traditional little lace caps on their blond heads. After bowing to the audience, they did a short little clog dance that made the room reverberate to the tapping of their shoes against the wooden floor of the stage. When their dance ended, they embraced and glued their lips together in a hot, open mouthed kiss. While they played tongue tag, they began undressing one another. It was one hell of a strip tease. Their movements were perfectly choreographed to the music playing on the sound system. That tease lasted perhaps five minutes. As they stripped one another, they caressed and kissed each body part they bared. Then, when they had only their striped, knee length hose on, they tumbled onto the bed that was on the stage and began the hottest lesbian lovemaking I've ever witnessed. They kissed deeply. They sucked one another's nipples. They fingered one another's muffs. They sixty-nined. Finally they brought their groins together in a troibadistic coupling that left no doubt in anyone's mind that they were truly enjoying grinding their vulva together. The sound of their wet pussies sliding together as they humped and ground could be heard throughout the room. They achieved orgasm at the same moment. Their screams of pain/pleasure made the hair stand on the back of my neck. When they finished, I discovered that I no longer had just a dark spot caused by the leakage of pre-cum; my shorts were full of come, and it was a sticky mess all over my belly. Damn! Those two had given such a show that I had come in my pants, and had not even touched my cock. During the intermission, I returned to the restroom, went into a stall and used several sheets of toilet tissue to sop up the mess on my belly and in my shorts. When I got back to our table, Jan had re-ordered drinks for us, but this time he had ordered cognac for both of us. Just as we finished toasting one another's health, Hans and Helene returned to the stage, which had been set to look like an apartment bedroom. Both were dressed in casual street clothes. Their dialog was in Dutch so I won't try to tell you what the small talk they engaged in was, but after a moment of mock arguing, Hans (Mr. Bodybuilder) grabbed Helene and kissed her forcefully. At first, she struggled against him, and even managed to plant a stinging slap on his cheek. He was too strong for her, however, and before long she quit struggling and began to melt under his impassioned attack. All of this was taking place to specially selected music that set the mood of the skit perfectly. It was as if the music had been especially composed for them in the same way movie mood music is composed to underscore and emphasize the action on the screen. Before long, both were nude. Hans was fully erect. Helene's nipples were stiff and standing our proudly form the silver dollar size areolas of her breasts. In their first skit, Helene's clitoris had been visible between her labia major. Now it stood out prominently. It's head was smooth and hard. Both Hans and Helene were breathing hard as they went through a wide array of foreplay exercises on the big round bed. The kissed passionately. They stroked one another's bodies paying special attention to their buttocks and genitals. They went down on one another. At one point, Helene even stuck one of her long, erect nipples into the pre-cum slobbering mouth of Hans' cock as if to fuck him with it. "Stop teasing me. Put it in me. Fuck me!" or something like that, Helene screamed in Dutch. Hans picked her up and lifted her off the bed. He told her to kneel on the floor. When she did, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up and out, placing one on either side of his hips. She was in a wheel barrow position now, supported only by her hands on the floor, her arms out stretched to keep her head off the floor. Hans moved in. His cock head pushed between her slick labia and into her cunt. They fucked like that for a couple of moments with Helene walking on her hands around the stage so that the people at every table could see Hans' long pale penis sliding in and out of her dark cunt. Next, Hans again put her up on the bed and for thirty minutes, they fucked in so many different positions that I lost track of all of them. Not one of the positions they used was the old missionary position, nor even the standard doggy position. Each required a degree of gymnastics that made me marvel at his strength and her limberness. They finished with Helene on top of Hans and positioned so that her pussy was in clear view of the audience. I never saw the video camera, but one with a telephoto lens was trained on their genitals. Suddenly, a giant TV screen on either side of the stage lit up showing the gigantic image of his pale cock sliding slickly in and out between Helene's rich coffee colored labia, and the almost blazing pink of her vaginal opening. That lasted about three minutes. Then Hans rammed upward. His shout reverberated throughout the small theater only to be matched by Helene's soprano keening. A moment later, Hans collapsed back onto the bed. His rapidly softening cock slid from the gaping pinkness of her cunt and flopped against his belly. As it did so, a stream of his come flowed like a white river from her fiery depths down across her clit and onto his cock and balls. Live Show! My husband was engaged to a German girl who lived in a suburb of Frankfurt in the early seventies. While sorting through some of his old photos I came across over a hundred photos of Inge. I was astounded at how beautiful she was and how much they seemed in love in many of the photos. When I asked Tom about why they never got married he told me the following story: I was a teacher for The Department of Defense Dependent Schools in Frankfurt during 1971 to 1973. During that time it was nearly impossible for anyone associated with the American military to meet a nice German girl. It seemed like there were "Gast Haus Girls", who wanted to smoke as many cheap PX cigarettes and drink as much beer as they could get the GI's to buy them, and then there were "nice German girls"; who would never dream of going out with an American. The fact that I was a civilian and had long hair, as well as being a schoolteacher is the only reason that Inge gave me a second look. Inge was twenty-two years old and well educated. She had a good job at a pharmacy and helped support her mother and sister and brother. I made decent money during the school year and we weren't poor, but we had to budget our money closely. Inge was a virgin when we started going out and we did not sleep together until we had been seeing each other for more than two months. After about six months we more or less moved in together. Inge would stay at my apartment about four days a week and at her mother's about three days a week. We had decided to go to Norway and Sweden together when the school year came to an end. I had nearly three months off work with no checks until September, but had saved enough money to get me through that period. Inge could get a month holiday in late June so she could come with me. We drove up through northern Germany and Denmark to the top of Norway and came back south via Stockholm, Sweden. In Stockholm we realized that money was getting a little tight but figured we had enough to get us back to Frankfurt. I knew that I would not be able to do any traveling for the remainder of the summer, but figured that I could survive until my first paycheck in September. On the way down to Copenhagen our Volkswagen Campmobile started to behave badly. When we reached Copenhagen we took it in to a Volkswagen Dealer and we were told that the engine had to be replaced and that the van was out of warranty. The cost would eat up the remainder of my summer savings and leave us just enough money for gas to get home according to the estimate. However, repairs took longer than the VW garage figured and we could not sleep in the van while it was being repaired, so we had to find the cheapest hotel we possibly could. By the time the car was repaired and we paid off our hotel bill we would not have enough money for gas back to Frankfurt or even meals. We wondered the streets of Copenhagen looking for some sort of employment with no success. In the area of our hotel there were very many "live shows". Inge had asked me exactly what a live show was and I had explained to her (I had been in Copenhagen before) that they were live sex acts on stage. When we saw a sign that said, "Tonight's performance cancelled Female performer wanted", Inge asked what did I think they would pay us to make love on stage? I was horrified! She laughed and asked me if I thought I would ever see any members of the audience again. Finally she talked me into going with her to speak to the manager. The manager was very interested in Inge, but made it very plain that he did not want me. Inge told him that the only way she would have sex on stage was if it was with me. I was more or less speechless throughout the whole interview as much of it was in rapid fire German. The manager told Inge that the pay was 700 Kronor a performance (nearly $150 at that time) for women and 200 Kronor a performance for men, but that he would not pay me anything as I was not a 'professional' and that he could not be certain of my 'abilities'. Before I could say anything Inge agreed that we would be the next evenings performance. We figured that after we paid off the hotel bill we might have enough money for gas to get home. The next evening back stage I could not believe how packed the theatre was. Our 'act' was to come out dance around the stage to one song and then strip off each other's outfits and get up on a revolving platform where Inge would first perform oral sex on me before intercourse. Well you know what they say about, "The best laid plans of mice and men…" When we got up onto the platform and Inge took me in her mouth I could not get an erection. She tried and tried and the audience began to grumble and catcall and that made the situation worse. Finally chants for a refund started and Lars the manager pulled the curtain shut on our act. Lars came storming onto the stage and said, "This is why I did not want your boyfriend. I was afraid that this would happen and that is why I had Bruno come in." "You get off the stage!" he said to me. "And you" he said to Inge, "stay right were you are if you want to be paid." Inge gave me a frightened look, and before she could make up her mind what to do, Lars stepped out onto the stage from behind the curtain and told the crowd that the show would go on and that they would not be disappointed. He then said, "Now ladies and gentlemen….Bruno!" The curtains began to open again and I was hustled to the wings. Standing in front of the curtains was the biggest black man in a tuxedo that I have ever seen. He stepped onto the platform and picked Inge up and began to dance around the stage with her. At first you could see the fear in Inge's face, but as the dancing continued she began to relax. The sight of her dancing totally nude with a giant of a black man in a tuxedo had the audience spellbound. I watched as they did a torrid tango and Inge began to show the first signs of arousal. I could see, we all could see, that her nipples were now totally hard. Then I noticed her licking her lips and knew that she was becoming totally aroused by the dancing and the situation. Bruno stepped up onto the revolving platform and held out his hand for her. Inge took his hand and stepped up onto the platform. Then they began to kiss and I began to feel my first pangs of jealousy. From the wings I could hear Inge beginning to moan through the kisses and could see her begin to rub her nude body against the still fully clothed Bruno. Bruno's hands were caressing every inch of her body. I stood by watching stupefied as those massive black hands caressed the sides of Inge's breasts, her ass, her sides, and her thighs. Inge's hands were now on Bruno's chest unbuttoning his shirt. Bruno shrugged off the shirt and Inge began to kiss his chest. The audience could tell, I could tell, that the passion was no longer an act. Inge dropped to her knees in front of him clasping the back of his legs above his knees as she leaned her head against his monstrous bulge. Then she began to undo his belt. When his pants dropped around his ankles it looked like he had a cantaloupe under his briefs. Inge's hands slid up the front of his legs until they were on the bulge under his briefs. As the stage revolved I could see her looking up into his eyes with a look that was a combination of lust and worship as she slowly pulled down the briefs. The platform had revolved enough for me to only have a view of his ass as the briefs came down, but allowing the audience a profile view. Suddenly an audible gasp swept through the audience, and a few minutes later, as the platform revolved I saw why. His penis was massive and it still was not fully erect! We all watched in total silence as Inge began to lick the head. The penis was so big that she could only get the head of it in her mouth! I watched in horrified fascination as she lifted it and licked the underside of his shaft with increasing frenzy as he began to fully erect. I don't know how big he was, but I do know that he was easily twice as big as me. Its girth was so big that Inge could not encircle it with one hand and it seemed to keep growing! Bruno then had Inge lay on her stomach while he stood over her facing her feet. He then bent down and grasped her by her hips and lifted her into the air until she could drape her legs over his shoulders. Inge was now upside down facing the audience as Bruno began to lick her inner thighs. He then wrapped one arm across her waist and brought her closer to his mouth until his chin was resting on her vaginal lips. At first he rotated his chin until it was glistening with her juices and then he lowered his head and his tongue began to dart into her. Inge had her hands on Bruno's legs just above his slightly bent knees and as the platform turned I could see that her fingernails were digging into his skin. Our eyes met and I helplessly watched as my fiancée licked her lips and began to whimper in growing need. I could tell that Inge truly wanted him; that the act was no longer an act. I was torn by jealousy and anger at myself for not being able to get an erection on stage even though I was now fully erect. I thought of rushing onto the stage and pulling her away from him and finishing the act, but I knew that was not possible and… and I had to admit to myself, although I did not do so at the time, at least not consciously, that I wanted to see her take that massive black penis. Then Bruno put his hands just under her arms and effortlessly brought her to an upright position sitting on his shoulders with her hands wrapped around the back of his head and his nose buried in her naval. Bruno's tongue began to lick her body as he lowered her down the front of his torso onto his erection. He stopped lowering Inge when the tip of his penis was just at the entrance of her vagina and then as the platform continued to turn he began to bounce her up and down so that just the tip of his manhood was disappearing into her. Inge clung to him with her arms and began to cry in frustration as she tried to wiggle herself down onto him. She kept repeating something in his ear louder and louder that at first we could not hear over the music. Then she began to practically scream, "Please, please, for God's sake please give it to me!" in German. Then Bruno spoke for the first time and said to the audience, first in Danish, then in English and finally in German, "Do you think she is ready?" He would not lower her unto himself any more until the audience shouted back a resounding, "YES!" When he finally stopped supporting her weight Inge slid down on him only a few more inches and then started wiggling and rotating herself until gradually she was fully penetrated. As she was doing so her gasps became more and more audible to everyone in the small theatre. She began to more and more frantically hump his body as he supported her with his hands under each cheek of her ass. Then suddenly he lifted her off him, did a spin with her and lowered her onto the platform and mounted her in the missionary position and continued in that position until it was obvious that she was becoming incoherent. Inge was babbling, "My poor pussy, my poor pussy" in English and "Bumsen, Bumsen, Bumsen" in German. When she was probably only within seconds of her orgasm Bruno rolled off of her onto his back in utter confidence of what she would do. Immediately Inge straddled him and had his cock back inside her as she gyrated up and down on it. Suddenly she started shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as she started her orgasm. Bruno was still pumping himself into her and I could not tell if he had cum or not until he suddenly pulled himself out of her and a plume of sperm shot up into the air hitting the underside of her chin and her neck. Inge grabbed him in time to take the third ejaculation in her mouth and face as the audience began to applaud. When we got back to the hotel room I wanted to have sex with her. Inge became angry with me that now I had an erection that would not go away, but when it was needed I could not get one. She told me that she was much too sore and tired to want to do anything but sleep and turned her back to me. The next morning I wanted to leave for Frankfurt, but Inge told me she had promised to do another show that evening. When I said to her, "But what if I can't get hard on stage again?" She answered, with the hint of a sneer, "Not with you, with Bruno and his friend." My heart dropped to my feet. I think I knew then that it was over, but when Inge said, "We can use the extra money and he has offered to pay 1200 Kronor to do two men at once", I still held the hope that she would be doing it for us and the money and not for the sexual excitement of it. Of course I was wrong and that evening proved it to me conclusively. What I witnessed was her complete and voluntary undoing. They turned her into their willing sex toy. I watched as the audience went wild and she seemed to glow in their adulation as she took her bows covered in a sheen of sweat and sperm. We had a tremendous argument afterwards and she confessed to me that night that as soon as we got back to Frankfurt she would be quitting her job, packing her bags and catching the next train back to Copenhagen. She had been offered full time employment at the theatre and had accepted! After I dropped Inge off in Frankfurt I never saw her again.