At 11 the next morning I stepped out of a taxi and entered Lise’s bar again. I’d worn a knee length dress in mid-blue – a summer dress because the weather was warm. I had on silk, white knickers but otherwise I was naked beneath the dress. Lise was sitting in a corner of the bar reading a newspaper. ‘Kitty, welcome! I know Greta will be here soon – she is looking forward to showing you our lovely City. You will have a wonderful day together and much pleasure, I know.’ As she spoke so she stood and advanced on me to give me a warm kiss on my mouth. ‘You must learn, Lise, that Kitty is not to be kissed on the mouth by anyone but me.’ Greta’s voice had a smile in it. Lise and I turned to face her. She was wearing cream linen trousers which were very, very tight, emphasising her long, well shaped legs. She had strappy sandals on her feet and a loose, white silk blouse that showed her nipples beautifully. Her short, dark Ataşehir Escort hair shone as did her lovely clear eyes. ‘Now, Kitty, it is time for you to be a tourist and me to be a guide I think.’ I went to her and she kissed my mouth very deeply, her hands roaming under my dress at my arse. ‘So, you are not a whore today. I tell you Lise, she was without panties yesterday. It made me think she was a whore! I asked myself, are all English women whores? Isn’t that simply awful? Let us go, Kitty, I am eager.’ She was like a whirlwind. We waved goodbye to Lise and left the bar holding hands. Her heels clicked on the pavement as we strolled and I noticed a long, black Mercedes following us, creeping along the side of the road as we walked. Greta explained, ‘We will need the car for some part of our day so I have told my girl to follow us.’ She looked at me, smiling. ‘Lise and I own six Ataşehir Escort Bayan places in Berlin – we are disgustingly rich, is that not so wonderfully decadent? I am taking you to another of our clubs tonight. You will, I think, love it.’ The sun shone and the heat of the day increased and it was a welcome relief to get in the car and feel the aircon cold on me. We had already been to the Brandenburg Gate and Checkpoint Charlie, that relic of the cold war that my Dad had so often talked about. Now, she said, we were going to see the suburbs of Berlin and find somewhere she loved for lunch. Her hand was resting between my legs as if that intimacy was the most natural thing in the world. Her ‘girl,’ the blonde haired driver seldom spoke except to accept instructions. ‘She is Eva and she is a good driver. She used to work in one of our clubs but became too old and hideously Escort Ataşehir ugly, is that not correct, Eva.’ The girl turned to look at her employer and she was quite beautiful and looked about 40. She smiled broadly but said nothing. ‘You see, Kitty, absolutely hideous. I don’t know why I keep her.’ I had my own thoughts on that! Lunch was in a wonderful hotel with breathtaking views across the city. We ate seafood and drank Sekt – it seemed I had drunk nothing else – and all the while Greta talked. She was amusing, entertaining and also very anxious that I should enjoy myself. I found myself feeling incredibly happy. After lunch, Eva drove us to a large house beside a lake. The gates to the drive opened as we approached and the Mercedes whispered up the long drive and stopped outside the imposing front doors. Greta made me wait until Eva came to open the car door for me as she had when we first got into the car and each time we stopped to get out. I knew, now, that Eva was a permanent member of Greta’s household – she had told me so over lunch when she also explained that Eva had indeed worked in a club as a hostess but had quickly become Greta’s lover and servant. The house was cool after the heat of the day outside.