CHAPTER IX
Moulin Rouge or the American Dream!
Our party at the bar “Zur Schoenen Mullerin” was in full swing. On the ground floor all the tables were occupied and outside the visitors occupied all the tables under umbrellas. In the bar, from the huge speakers, a local rock band was continuously playing. There was also live music, but today the band was not in full force. There was a guitarist and a drummer on duty. The guitarist, who was also a bard, played the guitar and loudly shouted something into the microphone in German. In the hall on the ground floor, visitors periodically applauded the guitarist and clapped their hands. Someone from the audience shouted: “Come on, burn!”
Just as the guitarist finished singing his song, Susanna and Jan came up to our table, but there were no more seats on the ground floor. All the tables were occupied. Everything was occupied.
Nikita: Susanna, take my seat. Make yourself comfortable.
Nikita: Stefan, let’s go to the bar where David was working as a bartender at the time and try to find two more seats. We needed two more chairs for our beautiful table.
Stefan: Vanessa, what should we order? We’ll order right away! Susanna?
Our girls talked for a while and eventually they asked us to order white wine and regular drinking water. The apple cider and ice in the bucket were almost gone.
Stefan: Chemist, why are you looking at me like a Polish whore? Will you come with us? Will you help me carry it? Did you bring the money you owe me?
Chemist: He took several 50 euro bills out of the front pockets of his jeans and handed them to Stefan, adding: yes, that’s all.
Stefan: Here. You can come whenever you want, otherwise he disappeared somewhere for a week. The debt is paid. Chemist, you can go home. Stefan, started laughing…
We went to the bar and when David was free. We made our order: white wine, a decanter of apple cider, six bottles of drinking water and a bucket of ice.
Nikita: David, and we need two more chairs. All the tables on the first floor were occupied and there were no chairs.
David: I can’t help you. Although there is a free table on the second floor. Just right for a large group. Go up to the second floor. At the very end, by the wall in the corner closer to the windows. You will see a sign on the table that says “Reserved”.
Nikita: David, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you! You really helped us out, bro. David, put everything on my tab.
David, at this time, put everything we ordered on the bar counter. We gathered it all together and went to the second floor. We found our table.
It was more comfortable to sit on the second floor. The music didn’t hit our ears so hard. The table was large and round for a company of eight people with a single semi-circular dark red sofa, it was more convenient and comfortable to sit there. In the room itself on the second floor there was more light and better lighting.
Here I managed to get a closer look at Suzanne. She was wearing a tight-fitting knee-length gold dress that shimmered with lights when the light hit the dress and especially the whole dress began to glow when Suzanne was moving. Suzanne was very thin, slender and flexible. Wide hips and large American breasts. Mother Nature generously gifted Suzanne with feminine beauty. She had a European face and light-dark skin. On her feet she wore American cowboy boots made of white leather, and on her head she had an American cowboy white hat. Lena later explained to me that Suzanne and Jan work in one of the nightclubs in Frankfurt - IMPRESARIO. In a nightclub that opened recently. The name of the nightclub was somehow bohemian. Colosseum. Venus. Imperial. Yes, that was the name of this new nightclub that opened in Frankfurt not long ago.
Suzanne came from the USA. The state of Idaho. The potato state. The daughter of American farmers. Suzanne’s life was filled with tragedy from early childhood. She was still a small child when her mother died. A banal accident. Her mother’s car collided with a heavy American truck. Her mother died at the scene of the accident. After some time, she and her father sold the farm and became American nomads. They moved from state to state in search of a better life. Perhaps it was a search for the American dream.
Suzanne managed to visit different American states and study in different American schools. She and her father made a long and huge journey from the state of Idaho to the east coast of the USA and landed in New York, where more than 20 million US citizens live, where their life improved. The American dream came true. Suzanne’s father began to earn good money and bought a house in the suburbs of New York.
At some point, when Suzanne was in high school, her father had another severe nervous breakdown, depression, and her father went on a severe drinking binge and disappeared for several days. After some time, Suzanne received a call from the local hospital and was told that her father had died in the hospital without regaining consciousness. Funeral. Suzanne was left completely alone in this big and lonely world of people. An orphan. Her mother’s sister flew in from Ireland for the funeral. She arranged guardianship over Suzanne and they flew to Ireland, where Suzanne finished high school and after some time moved to live, study and work in Germany. A strong and healthy American woman.
We were sitting on the second floor in the bar “Zur Schoenen Mullerin”. We talked a lot about the EU education system. Who studied where. We discussed various terrible student stories, but still spent most of the time talking about France. This cult topic especially excited our charming and beautiful women.
Vanessa: We are all leaving for France soon.
Vanessa: Stefan, how long will it take you to repair the Toyota Prado?
Stefan: I forgot a long time ago that we were going to France and wanted to say: “Keep me updated on France”…
Stefan continued: Well, it’s hard to say for sure. We’ll definitely have time to fix the Toyota in a week.
Nikita: Yes, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we’ll drive the Toyota to the car dealership where my uncle worked. I quickly outlined a plan for the car appraiser, Wilhelm, to look at it. He’ll give you a full list of what needs to be done on the front suspension, what work needs to be done, and what needs to be replaced. We’ll replace the brake discs and pads. Engine oil. New spark plugs may be needed and all filters may need to be completely replaced, and if no additional work is required on the Toyota Prado. Three or perhaps four days and the repairs will be completely completed. The financial side of the issue is from 2 thousand euros. The most expensive thing that will need to be bought for the Prado is new tires and wheels.
Vanessa began to think and reflect for a while: And then she addressed her question to everyone sitting at the table? Will everyone go? Everyone answered in unison: YES! The trip to France and back will last more than a week or about ten days. Stefan, we will be responsible for the Toyota Prado, the road and gasoline. Stefan, knows quite well how to drive this entire route there and back. Germany-Belgium-France.
Stefan: The plan will be simple. There are six of us, each will have to hand over 200 euros and thereby show the seriousness of our intentions. At that moment, when Stefan was giving his speech, he noticed that Khimik had dozed off and was practically asleep, pressing his Polish body into the soft leather sofa. Look at him: “A sleeping Polish whore…” Stefan, with a quick movement of his hands, grabbed Jan by the shoulders and began to shake him. Police. Jan. Police. We need to leave immediately. Jan instantly woke up and jumped up in surprise. It was obvious that he was tired from work and lack of sleep, apparently, affected him in this way. Jan, after a sharp awakening, realizing that there was no police, sat back down.
Stefan: Awake, sleeping Polish beauty? Where was I? Stefan, continued, everyone must hand over 200 euros. Everyone must think carefully again and make a final decision tomorrow. At that moment, I looked Stefan in the eye and realized that this was our last chance to jump off this topic and not go to France to Paris.
Stefan: Okay, let’s close this topic and decide everything tomorrow.
Everything had already been decided, which became even more obvious. Our women could no longer stop and this topic filled the entire space around. This cult topic filled all their thoughts. France. Paris. Moulin Rouge. Eiffel Tower. French fashion. It was Pandora’s box, which they opened and could not close back.
Jan drank a glass of apple cider and after some time fell asleep again. Our dear women continued to discuss this crazy topic about a trip to France. Paris. It was already about 11:00 pm. Suzanne said that she and Ian needed to go back to work at the club and that their lunch break had long since ended. They worked from 6:00 PM to 3:00 AM.
Vanessa: Suzanne, let’s go to the club together. I’ve never been there before and it just opened not that long ago.
Suzanne: Okay. Let’s go. We can all go to the club together. We’ll be working there until 3:00 AM today.
Vanessa: That’s it then. Let’s pay the bill and go to the club. Is everyone ready? Everyone agrees?
No one was against it. Everyone was all for it. Ian was the most dissatisfied of all, he didn’t want to go anywhere at all. He was dozing peacefully and quietly and not bothering anyone. We chipped in some money and paid the bill. We said goodbye to David and left the bar. There were taxis parked nearby on the street. We split up for a while. The girls got in and the three of them left in one taxi, and we, accordingly, left in the second taxi.
The architecture of the nightclub was striking in its scale. The nightclub consisted of three floors. On the first floor, there was a huge bar on the left, and on the right you could go to the restaurant, and in the middle there was a small improvised marble fountain in the middle of which there was a huge lion with an open mouth, which was carved from white marble. You could come closer to the fountain and examine everything in more detail. The whole composition. The fountain worked and small streams of water constantly flew out from different sides. The cyclical supply of water in the fountain ended with a huge stream of water flowing from the open mouth of the lion.
On the second floor there was a large dance floor, which occupied half of the second floor. The DJ sat on the platform. Sometimes, he went down and back up to the platform along an improvised staircase. There were a huge number of visitors, since the club opened six months ago, various events and promotions were constantly held there. You could get a gift. Free drinks at the bar. Free access to the VIP ZONE! Of course, all this was limited by the promotions of this club. Everything was thought out to the smallest detail. The club itself was open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. On the first floor, any day of the week, you could come for lunch or sit at the bar. For special events, there was always a restaurant.
We did not go up to the third floor, but most likely there was one or more bars there, where you could just sit and relax at a comfortable table.
Our whole company went to the second floor to the VIP ZONE. The VIP ZONE was guarded by two security guards. Very strong guys. Strong and muscular, it was impossible to pass by them and accidentally end up in the VIP ZONE.
Suzanne approached the security guards and said something to them. They let us all into the VIP ZONE of the club. We went to the very end, where there was practically no one and sat down at a large table. Suzanne, at this time, played the role of IMPRESARIO. She very quickly took the microphone in her hands and went to the middle of the dance floor, to the improvised stage.
She made several announcements for the visitors of the club. An advertisement from the sponsors who had arranged a promotional event. She walked very quickly around the dance floor. She was in motion all the time. Her short and gold-colored dress shone in the rays of the spotlights and bright lighting. It was very clearly visible that Suzanne was not wearing underwear. She had no bra.
The bright light practically shone through her gorgeous body. You could see her large and beautiful American female breasts. All this, obviously, looked like shocking. White cowboy boots. A white cowboy hat on her head - these were all elements that were supposed to attract the maximum attention of the club visitors and warm up the audience. One big psychological-capitalist trick to make people spend more money on booze, entertainment and soft drugs. For your money - Any of your whims. Yes, all this was one big scheme of the predatory capitalist world. Predatory and greedy for your money!
At this time, Jan was bringing two cases of champagne into the VIP ZONE. Suzanne and the waiter were very quickly arranging round glasses for champagne on the huge table. As a result, a giant pyramid was formed from the glasses. They immediately opened the champagne and poured it from the bottles into the topmost glasses from top to bottom. The champagne slowly and surely filled the entire pyramid of glasses. At this time, Suzanne managed to greet the guests and seat them in the VIP ZONE. The waiter served champagne in glasses to everyone who approached him. After some time, the glasses of champagne ran out and the pyramid was completely dismantled and drunk. This entire procedure was repeated again. The glasses were again arranged in the shape of a pyramid. Jan brought a few more cases of champagne. They did all this very quickly. They had to keep up with everything. It seemed to me at some point that Suzanne’s cowboy boots were about to catch fire. You could see how her “heels were burning”. At 02:00 at night the club was completely full and Suzanne and Jan’s shift was coming to an end. They worked until 03:00 at night, and then went home to their rented apartment to rest.
Lena and I left the VIP ZONE several times to get to the dance floor and immerse ourselves in the atmosphere of spotlights, bright light, and altered consciousness. She and I danced for a very long time, giving out improvised and varied movements of our arms and legs in this unrestrained and endless parade of people and movements, when we got tired we returned back to the VIP ZONE to rest a little.
Suzanne returned to our table and it was already 02:40 at night. I’m tired and want to go home to bed. I can’t take it anymore. Jan, help me take off these stupid boots. I can’t feel my legs anymore. Jan helped Suzanne take off each boot one by one. He did it very carefully and later it became clear why. Suzanne had a lot of blisters on her ankles from the boots. Her ankles were taped up in many places. Suzanne was crazy! Wearing American boots without socks, what? It obviously caused pain and suffering for this girl, but apparently she was already used to it and did not care.
Jan sat opposite me and took a joint of grass from the cigarette case that was lying next to him and lit it. He passed the joint on to Stefan. A couple of minutes later, Jan took out a second joint and passed it to me. I was not a particular fan of smoking weed, but in good company of people, why not? I took a few drags and passed the joint to Lena, but Lena did not smoke at all. She pretended to take a drag and put the joint in the ashtray. Suzanne, she started laughing, what are you doing? You can’t use drugs in the club and she took a deep drag of the joint.
Stefan: We didn’t know you can’t use drugs in the club. Are you going to arrest us? Suzanne, will you forgive us?
We started laughing. A couple of drags of weed didn’t affect me at all, but there was some kind of slight numbness.
Suzanne: I’m ready. Everyone out.
We left the VIP ZONE and after a while we left the club. Stefan and Vanessa got into a taxi and immediately drove off somewhere. We didn’t even have time to say goodbye to them. We also quickly got into the club’s service car, which was transporting VIP CLIENTS, and immediately drove off.
We were driving through the night and already sleeping Frankfurt. There were practically no cars on the roads. It felt like the city was deserted after a sultry and hot day.
We drove up to a very tall building, 40 or 50 floors. A few minutes later, Suzanne pressed the button for the 37th floor and our elevator rushed up quickly. We got out of the elevator. The lighting was poor, a little dim and muted. Perhaps it was some form of energy saving. We walked straight down the corridor and then turned left. We opened another door. There were only two apartments on the narrow landing. Suzanne began rummaging through her bag and looking for the keys to the front door. A few minutes later, she opened the door and we entered the apartment. The light in the apartment automatically turned on. The TV turned on. Music started playing somewhere. We went into the living room, which was combined with the kitchen. The kitchen was arbitrarily cut by a bar counter, which divided the space into two parts: the living room and the kitchen. Right where the bar counter ended, there was another door that led to the bedroom. Everything in the apartment was done very conveniently, comfortably and thoughtfully so that you do not waste time in the morning when you wake up and can quickly get ready for work without losing a single precious second.
Suzanne opened the door of the built-in wall refrigerator and placed an open bottle of white wine and several cold bottles of drinking water on the bar counter. There were huge, transparent wine glasses hanging above the bar, which Suzanne quickly took down and randomly placed next to her. She filled each glass halfway. The three of us were standing in this small kitchenette. Jan was lying on the couch watching TV. It was obvious that he wanted to sleep and we did not disturb him. The clink of glasses was heard. We all drank a little wine. Lena and Suzanne talked about something, and then went into the bedroom with their glasses. I was left alone in proud night solitude. Jan had already fallen asleep, and I was sitting on a leather ottoman and thinking about where I would sleep. I watched TV for a while. The sports channel, and then went up to the bedroom door and knocked quietly. He opened the door and quietly asked, is there a blanket? Or maybe a sheet?
Suzanne: Nikita, come in. Take this inflatable mattress that was lying on the left by the wall. In the center of the bedroom there was a large double bed.
With a slight movement of my hand, I grabbed this inflatable mattress. Good night everyone. I left the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me.
I needed to think of where I could put the inflatable mattress? Next to the window, so that I could see the entire panorama of Frankfurt. It was a great view and you could watch the passing cars and the twinkling lights of Frankfurt here and there. It worked out great. I took a few more sips of wine and put the glass with the unfinished wine on the bar. I lay down on the inflatable mattress and watched the sports channel for a while, and then turned to the window and began to look at the city of Frankfurt at night. After some time, my eyelids began to get heavy and I fell asleep. And so another beautiful day has ended.
I woke up because there was something warm on my face. I opened my eyes and saw Lena’s hands.
Lena: Wake up, sleepyhead.
At that moment, with a quick movement of my hands, I grabbed Lena by her wrists.
Nikita: Good morning, my love!
At that moment, I pulled Lena’s hands slightly forward towards me to kiss her lips. A modest morning kiss to wake up faster. Lena sat down next to me on the mattress at the very head of the bed and her fingers touched my hair. The whole room was filled with the bright sunbeams of this beautiful morning. I grabbed Lena by the waist and laid her next to me on the mattress.
Nikita: Where is everyone? Where is Jan? Where is Suzanne?
Lena: They’ve already left.
Nikita: Where have they gone?
Lena: To work. Suzanne had been getting calls from work all morning, and then they quickly got ready and left.
Nikita: I see! So it turns out that we were left alone in a rented apartment?
Lena: Yes, it turns out something like that and Lena smiled mysteriously…
There was no need to hurry anywhere. A beautiful morning and a hot sunny day awaited us ahead. We lay on the mattress and looked into each other’s eyes. I straightened a strand of her golden hair. At some point, our lips touched again in a long and pleasant kiss. Yes, it was definitely pleasant to kiss her red lips in the morning.
Lena sat on top of me and at that moment I pressed her tightly to myself to kiss her lips and neck again and again. Kiss her beautiful breasts, lick her nipples.
Morning passion completely and totally took possession of us. The acute and mutual feeling of our desires grew with every second.
I could no longer stand it and could not resist it. I was captivated by her feminine charms and witchcraft. In all our movements and aspirations of our bodies, her hands were looking for support. At what point did our hands, palms and fingers unite in the geometry of our passion and desires. I held her very tightly so as not to disturb the balance.
The mattress sometimes made different strange sounds, as the nipple released air and it vaguely resembled a whistle.
Lena slightly turned her head to the side and pressed her hips hard against me, and drawn-out moans burst from her chest. I felt how her vagina was contracting, and her moans began to violently weave into a woman’s piercing scream and in these moments of despair she bit me on the chin, on the tongue or on the neck with her sharp teeth. A real predator and at these moments a real beast woke up in her. Lena: Almost in a whisper or it sounded very quiet: I’m finishing…
At that moment I turned her over on her back and entered her deeper. Even faster, even faster and even faster. The love machine started working at full power. Everything around became so bright. The sun blinded my eyes. The sweet and warm heat of love, the euphoria of sensuality struck us like lightning, which consisted of a hundred waterfalls…
To be continued…