Outdoor fun

  

An explosion tore the world apart around him. Rock was ground into powder and fell as dust onto the roof of the armored personnel carrier. Due to the force of the pressure wave, the vehicle was torn to the side and almost fell into the ditch on the right side of the road. A second car was completely destroyed by the explosion. The vehicle had been thrown several meters into the air and now crashed again.

The front part of the vehicle had been badly damaged. Parts of tires flew through the air like bullets. The frame of the armored vehicle was warped and the tall military transport truck tipped to the side.

“Ambush!” a private shouted unnecessarily. He was describing the situation that all soldiers were aware of.

Without waiting for any orders, the driver of the undamaged Bundeswehr transport put the vehicle in reverse, while immediately after the explosion there was already a barrage of fire from the AK-47 assault rifles occupied the two vehicles.

“They want to kill us all!” one of the young soldiers shouted in panic.

“Get out of here!” shouted the driver.< /span>He cocked his G-33 rifle and fired a volley at one of the riflemen from a good thirty meters away . One of the bullets found its target and hit the man in the shoulder, knocking him off his feet. The Taliban fighter fell to the ground and rolled down the rocky slope.The attackers covered the fleeing vehicle with a hail of projectiles, which, however, did no real damage. Alex took advantage of the distraction and dropped into the ditch next to the road. The Afghans had perfected the tactic of sudden fire raids and booby traps over 30 years of war. They attacked the Germans from a small slope and thus had a much better position. However, Alex had the advantage of a precisely adjusted weapon and countless hours on the training range on his side.“I’m going out! Give me cover!” Alex shouted, sitting next to the panicked boy. He opened the side door and jumped out of the moving car.“No, they’re killing us!” shrieked the young soldier in the back seat.“We cannot abandon our comrades! “, shouted the private in the passenger seat, who saw the steel coffin through the cracked windshield of the military transporter. If the other members of their patrol survived the booby trap, they would be helpless against the advancing Taliban fighters. “We have to help them!”

At the same moment, a grenade from an RPG-7 bazooka detonated in the immediate vicinity of the vehicle without causing any further damage.











The soldier smiled contentedly, but with this volley he had given away his position to the holy warriors. They immediately changed targets and poured merciless rifle fire into the trench. Dust and rain fell on him and Alex knew he wouldn't survive this inferno.

He screamed. A bullet hit his protective vest and forced the air out of his body. Despite the loud barrage, he thought he heard several ribs breaking, and that's exactly what it felt like. He gritted his teeth and pressed himself harder against his natural covering. Maybe his vest had saved his life once, but he certainly wouldn't be so lucky a second time.

Near fainting due to the pain, he clutched his rifle as tightly as he could. The Taliban had him pinned down here and the Bundeswehr soldier internally cursed himself for his heroic but pointless feat. He would die with his comrades in the second vehicle, if any of them were still alive. Hopefully at least the others would get to safety.

At that moment the heavy machine gun on the roof of the Dingo transporter suddenly barked. Alex laughed and immediately paid for his hope with a sharp pain in his chest. The others didn't let him down.

The Bundeswehr soldiers had retreated about two hundred meters and were now fighting the Afghans from a distance where the precession of the weapons and riflemen made a difference. The holy warriors tried several times to hit the car with their Russian-made rocket-propelled grenades, but they missed. The deadly shaped charges exploded ineffectively in the dust of Afghanistan.

Now Alex joined the fight again. He painfully sat up and looked through the scope into the eyes of a boy who looked barely older than 15. The young Taliban fighter had his Kalashnikov aimed at Alex, and so they both fired at the same time.

Alex started and held his shoulder. He looked around a room, confused. The lights were dim and he was looking at the tight ass of a girl lying next to him in bed. She had a pretty figure and lay on her stomach so that all he could see was her wavy brunette hair.

For a moment he couldn't remember her name. His heart was racing. His thoughts still revolved around Afghanistan. He was still there, in another place, far from the safety of home. Sweat lined his forehead and he rubbed his eyes.

It took a few moments until the veils of the past no longer tormented him. The digital clock read 4:31. It was still dark outside. What time was it in Afghanistan now? Late morning. The sun was already high in the sky. The petite woman next to him lounged in her sleep like an artist imitating a snake. With each heartbeat, more of the present returned to his consciousness.

He smelled her heavy, sensual perfume. He smelled the smell of sex. It smelled good, smelled of something different, smelled of a different life, which lay far away from the blood-soaked deserts of the Hindu Kush.

His strong hand moved over her flawless bottom and he immediately felt his libido awakening . Blood filled his manhood and he rolled over onto the slumbering beauty in his bed.

Dazzled by tiredness, she only reacted when he had already penetrated her butthole from behind, which she had already conquered hours ago, so that her pain was bearable. She gasped loudly and dug her long fingernails deep into the black sheet.

“The wild tiger wants to play with his cat?” she whispered, still sleepy. She obviously knew his wild lovemaking and didn't resist it.

Inch by inch he took possession of her tight intestine again. He pressed into her tender flesh and drove the breath from her lungs. He had no regard for the young woman who writhed beneath him in both pain and underlying pleasure. She threw her head back and bit her lip.

Then he began to give her even thrusts. He moved his strap rhythmically into her anus. He panted and panted with animalistic pleasure. She pressed her pelvis towards him and endured his wild thrusts with ever greater pleasure of her own. Her gate was still smeared with Vaseline from the evening's lovemaking. So she could quickly get used to the bulging member in her intestines, which he drove so brutally into her.

“Yes, oh, horny, you wild tiger!” she gasped around him to heat up. He not only fucked the sleep out of her body, no, he slowly drove her to a peak of pleasure himself. Alex was a rough, wild guy and she was into that. She loved it when a man simply took what he wanted and didn't beg for it like a little puppy. This meant that Alex had a character trait that had become increasingly rare in the politically correct 21st century.

Alex didn't talk to her, but answered her request with even harder thrusts, which brought tears to her eyes . He fucked her tight ass from behind. He pounded her like a rabid animal that no longer had any of its urges under control. For him she was nothing more than a piece of meat that solely served his pleasure.

When the former soldier finally cums deep in her intestines with a loud moan, the young woman also screamed loudly. She felt his orgasm ripple through her petite body, but it only satisfied her half as much as it left her wanting more. While his thick penis discharged spurts of his hot semen deep into her stomach, she longed for him to fuck her wet cunt straight away. But Alex didn't think about it.

Because he was done with her, so the gang leader and fitness trainer sank back into the pillows next to his playmate. He had taken what he wanted from her and had no thought of giving her any more of himself. So the girl now has to put her hand on her vulva, which is begging for release.

She gently stroked her private parts while the man's semen dripped from her asshole. She massaged her erect clitoris with her fingers as she moved on the bed, moaning and panting loudly. She hoped that he would wake up and take care of her. She longed to be mounted and inseminated by him again, but this wish was denied to her. So she finally came by her own hand, while Alex continued to sleep quietly next to her.

***

Kim felt dizzy. She sat on her skateboard and leaned wearily against the railing that led to the upper tracks. Normally she wouldn't have ventured so far into the station, but it was cold and wet outside. A fog had settled over the city and now surrounded the world with its surreal veils.

The homeless skater stroked the now palpable bulge of her stomach with her fingertips. At first glance, you might have missed the fact that the young, athletic woman was pregnant in her casual jeans and baggy hoodie. Kim had been in denial about it herself for long enough. In the meantime, however, she could clearly sense what wasn't supposed to happen.

The girl felt like crying, but she pulled herself together. The mask of the calm, cool Kim had already suffered enough scratches in the past few months. The Ostbahnhof wasn't really an ideal place for the young skaters. Police and private security guards from the railway drove the young people away and sometimes even beat them. As a result, many of the young people in their clique rarely came to the square in front of the train station. Of course they were still a family, a gang that met mainly on weekends and when it was sunny.

But it was different somehow. Here at the Ostbahnhof, in addition to the police and security guards, dealers and pimps were not far away. They stayed outside the train station complex, in the side streets, and formed a latent threatening backdrop for the young people, for whom Kim was always a kind of big sister.

The lightness of summer was over and the melancholy of autumn and the approaching winter settled over the young people. It often happened that now that most of her friends went back to school or work, she would spend most of the day alone performing her little tricks in the spacious square. This feeling of being left alone weighed more heavily on the otherwise cheerful Kim than anything else. She wished she could be closer to her gang, which was increasingly dissolving.

“Excuse me, young woman, but you can’t stay here!” someone suddenly spoke to her in a strong voice. a>"Your ID first!""Let me go now!" the blonde girl snapped in surprise.Kim jumped up, one foot on her skateboard, but before she could start riding, one of the men grabbed her arm. "Your ID, girl.""This is a train station, you don't just sit around here. This is where you come to get on or off a train. On behalf of Deutsche Bahn, I hereby ban you from entering the premises. Can I see your ID please?"“Why? I'm just sitting here," replied the young woman.

Kim looked up and saw two men in the train guard uniforms. One was quite small, smaller than Kim. The other was a tall beanstalk. Both were probably more than twice Kim's age and their expressions suggested that neither of them was pursuing their dream job.“Because you look like…” He didn’t get any further because suddenly a woman interrupted him from the side and said: “So I’m sitting a lot around here too. Would you like to see my ID now? Are we back in the Third Reich?"Everyone turned to an older but sprightly lady who had joined them. She had snow-white hair and wore a dark blue suit. At first glance you could think she was in her early 60s, but anyone who could read people's faces a little would have to quickly guess her real age was beyond 70.“What do you think? ?" The smaller of the two men looked at her with a slightly grim look."With all the train delays, I spend a lot of time sitting around at the station. Do you now want to see my ID too?""Um, no," the security guard replied, slightly confused."Good, then please let me have it now Get rid of my granddaughter or face disciplinary action. Or are you accusing my granddaughter of something?”

























“Um, no, we just thought that…” The resolute woman interrupted him again and said: “Good. Then please leave us alone now. I've already lost enough time on the ICE today."

The man released his grip on Kim's arm and the two men let the two women go. Kim, who was at least as surprised as the train workers, followed the woman who had pretended to be her grandmother and when they rounded the next corner she said: “Thank you.”

“Please ." The older woman nodded kindly and then said: "You look pretty worn out, girl. Come on let's sit over there and have a coffee and some cake. I invite you.”

***

A little later the two of them were sitting in a train station bistro having coffee and cake. Kim hadn't eaten anything all day. She was too confused and hungry to refuse the offer. Her skateboard was leaning next to her chair and she ate a large piece of the delicious dessert.

“Why did you help me?” she finally asked.

“You are Kim, right?"

"Uh, yes," the young woman murmured, looking uncertainly at her new patron. “Why?”

“I’m looking for you,” she confessed.

“For me?” Her hand slid to her skateboard. Within a heartbeat, her senses told her to flee.

“You're the Kim who always hangs out on the streets here with other children and young people. Your gang is called Thunder Chicken, right? Don't worry, child. I don't mean you any harm." The woman put her bony finger on the young woman's, who eyed her suspiciously.

"What do you want?" Kim asked her directly. Her green eyes examined the older woman closely. It was unusual for anyone outside of the skate scene to know about the Thunder Chicken, and Kim didn't like being the center of attention. There were good reasons for disappearing from home.

“I am Hanna Scheuring. You probably don't know me and that doesn't matter, but I'm coming to you because I need your help." The woman's voice was serious, professional, she sounded like a person who was used to giving orders.

“My help? Do I look like I could help anyone?"

"My granddaughter, yes. Do you know Silvia Prinker?"

"Never heard of it. Should I?” Kim asked. The name really meant nothing to her.

The woman seemed a little disappointed. She reached into her purse and pulled out a photo and handed it to Kim, who had now relaxed a little. She took it and looked at the picture of a 15-year-old with brown hair. There was a horse standing next to the girl. It was obviously taken at a horse farm. The girl was wearing riding gear and had a helmet under her arm. It looked totally tacky, but Kim liked it. At the moment she liked almost everything that was romantic or cheesy. She seemed happy and so Kim also thought back to the time when horses and riding meant a distant, ideal world happiness for her. The girl in the photo looked strangely familiar, but it took the Thunder Chicken gang leader a few moments to assign the photo to a person because the photo was obviously a bit older. Maybe 5 years or so.

“Shiva, she calls herself Shiva,” Kim explained. She knew Shiva. One day last year the drifter showed up at the war memorial and spent a few months with them.

“Shiva, that was the name of her horse,” explained the grandmother and sighed.

“Why are you looking for her?” Curiosity was in her voice.

“The picture comes from nicer times. Three years ago my daughter got involved with a bad man and married him.” She now sounded strangely melancholic.

“And?” Almost all men were bad in some way, a statement that Kim would also apply to almost all women.

“Silvia’s stepfather was a drinker and I was I'm afraid he also laid a hand on my granddaughter. In any case, she ran away from home shortly after the wedding.” The old woman seemed to have aged years from one moment to the next. She no longer seemed so self-confident and domineering, but rather like a broken woman who had lost the treasure of her life.

That would suit Shiva. When Kim met her, she was new in town and seemed quite disturbed. The skater had shown Shiva how to navigate the streets. If her stepfather had really abused the girl, that would certainly explain some of her strange behavior.

“So what do you want from her now? And what do you want from me?" Kim wanted to know, running her fingers through her blonde hair.

"I want my granddaughter back. And you should help me with it.”

The second sentence made Kim grimace in astonishment. “Do I look like the information desk?” she asked, slightly annoyed. She hated it when someone expected something from her.

“No, but you know the city and the street children. You live among them and by all accounts you're a good person. You know my granddaughter. Silvia or Shiva, you don’t want anything to happen to her either.” There was now something pleading in the woman’s eyes. Kim was tempted to jump on her board and just ride away, but she didn't.

"But I'm not a goddamn private detective!" Kim defended her refusal more to herself than to them old woman. "Why don't you hire a private investigator, I really have other problems than looking after your granddaughter."

"I already have that. But after six months of searching, they still haven't found anything. Silvia has broken off all contact with her old life. Your name was all they found out."

Suddenly Kim remembered a man in his mid-forties who had asked her about Shiva a few months ago. At that time she had misled him with a few lies because she didn't trust him and wanted to protect Shiva. “Maybe she left town.”

“No!” The old woman shook her head vigorously and Kim thought she saw tears in her eyes.

“ Why do you think that?" she asked.

"She called me last week. She sounded..." the woman seemed to struggle for words for a moment and then continued: "She sounded exhausted and sickly. She wanted me to help her, then the connection broke off. The phone number belonged to a payphone here in town. I think I heard a scream before she broke off the conversation."

"Wouldn't that still be a matter for the police?" The street girl didn't like the police, but she still had it always not particularly keen on being involved by the woman, even if a part of her was already trying to help the nice woman. She reminded Kim of the grandmother she never had.

“The police took my statement and sent a patrol car over. Since Silvia is now over 18 and has been running away from home for more than a year, the police can't do much."

The young woman nodded. She could understand the police. Kim had run away from home herself. She lived alone on the streets and had severed all ties to her past. Her parents probably didn't even know what city Kim lived in, but that was for the best. But Shiva wasn't her. The girl had always seemed much more vulnerable than Kim.

“I can ask around about her. Maybe I'll figure something out. Ok?” It sounded non-committal and that’s what Kim wanted it to be, after all, she wasn’t quite sure whether she should really agree to it. After all, she didn't owe Shiva or her grandmother Hanna anything. At the same time, the expectant mother felt pity for the old woman. It was this strange emotional chaos that had been accompanying Kim for months. Why did the stupid cow let Alex impregnate her? She hated him.

“I hoped so.” Hanna Scheuring took an envelope from her handbag and handed it to the young woman. “There’s some information in here and my business card. Please call me when you find her. Please!”

Kim tucked the envelope into the belly pocket of her sweater without looking inside and stood up. All of this was slowly becoming too much for her. Her chest and stomach were rumbling and the skater just wanted to get away.

"I'll try," she promised and jumped skillfully onto her board. The wheels squeaked briefly on the smooth marble floor of the café and then Kim had already disappeared into the crowd while Hanna watched her hopefully.

***

After she finished After leaving the train station complex behind her, Kim rode her board one block further until she retreated into the sheltered courtyard entrance of a small computer shop. The owner of the shop had set up a small gazebo made of green-painted sheet metal here, which he used as a storage facility for all sorts of scrap metal. There was also a mattress here and so the girl had chosen this place as her new home.

Since Kim was quite pretty, the owner had never scared her away there and was only like that once It had become intrusive that she had given him a quick ride on the mattress. That was two weeks ago and since then he seemed to be more afraid of the confident blonde. Or maybe he was afraid that he had gotten her pregnant and that the consequences could already be seen. What a funny guy.

Kim smiled. The man was in his early forties and as stubborn as almost anyone she had ever met. He was probably a real computer nerd and the girl had deflowered the pale guy with the glasses and the messy, thinning hair. Maybe she should use this to her advantage. However, she immediately shook the thought away. That wasn't her style. She thought he was kind of cute and didn't mean him any harm. He also seemed so immature to her, even though he was barely younger than her biological father.

She sat down on the mattress and took out the envelope. The envelope was heavy and the letters HS had been pressed into the thick paper in squiggly script.

The first thing she was surprised by was two 100 euro notes, which were held together by a note with the inscription “For expenses in the search for my granddaughter”. There was a more recent photo of Shiva's face. She was then 16 and had lost all the lightness of the other person. Kim understood why the woman preferred to carry the other picture of her granddaughter with her. A business card from Dr. jur. Hanna Gabriela Scheuring was also in the envelope. There was also a piece of paper with the phone number and address of the phone booth from where Shiva had last called. Kim noted the address and put everything back in the envelope.

The fact that this woman, a stranger to her, had given her 200 euros weighed heavily on Kim's stomach. She hadn't made a commitment with coffee and cake, but as it was, she felt somewhat guilty if she didn't at least try her best to find her granddaughter. The conversation had also upset her a little. If Shiva was really in trouble, Kim wanted to help her. At least she wanted to enable Ms. Scheuring to help her granddaughter. She stroked her firm stomach and wished she had a grandmother like that herself.

***

Gerhard looked longingly after the girl who came out of the backyard on her skateboard drove onto the street. There were no customers in the store at the moment. He sat bored at his computer and beat up random monsters in an MMORPG to complete his daily quests. The game no longer satisfied him and the still fresh memories of Kim let his mind wander.

Gerhard closed his eyes. He still had her scent in his nose. The memories of that evening when he actually wanted to send the street girl away came back. The girl had looked at him wistfully and walked up to him and said: “Please, I have no other place to sleep. And this one is very comfortable.”

She had put her hand on his crotch and caressed him like no woman had ever done to him before. She kissed him, and even though she was more than half his age, she did it with a confidence and passion that more than compensated for his awkwardness.

Her skilled fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest. He still felt that electric tingling sensation as she ran her fingertips through his chest hair and over his nipples.

He felt her hands unzip his pants and expose his penis. Together they lay down on the mattress of his old bed, which he actually wanted to throw in the trash. She kissed his neck and chest. She rubbed her pelvis against his.

Gerhard groaned. The feeling was too overwhelming for him. He felt her lips wrap around his cock, milking him in her feminine way. He could hear her smacking his lips while he himself was almost dying of pleasure. He heard her tear open a condom package. Gerhard felt her putting it over his stiff penis, which almost ached with lust.

When Kim sat down on his penis, the computer dealer was in seventh heaven. For the aging nerd, penetrating a woman's moist cave was a feeling that he couldn't compare to anything in the world. Her pussy lips wrapped around his ripe cock as she rode him faster and faster.

He never imagined what it would be like to be taken into this realm of the senses by such a pretty girl. She paused several times while he was almost ready to cum inside her. She leaned down and kissed his pale face. She stroked his chest and finally continued her ride to give him the release he longed for.

He squirts. Gerhard gasped loudly and reared up. When he opened his eyes, he looked between his legs and looked contentedly into his shop. He was still sitting in front of his computer. His hands had now done to his cock what the girl's cunt had done to him two weeks ago.

He took a handkerchief and wiped away the traces of his masturbation. Inwardly he hoped that Kim would do him this service again, but he was afraid to speak to her again. So he packed his penis and longed for her.

***

Kim had let himself drift through the streets of the city for hours, lost in thought. She had thought not only about that strange conversation with Hanna but also about her own life and the lives of her clique. Her skateboard had mutated into a time machine with which her mind traveled through the past until she finally arrived in a void that turned out to be the present. Strictly speaking, this nothing was a highway access road with heavy traffic. This was where she left the city that had become her home.

She turned and looked back. The sun was low and illuminated the skyline. The windows of the high-rise buildings sparkled as if they were on fire. This was her home. It might be cold and wet in the alleys and streets, but for a moment she was overwhelmed by the majesty of the sight, while in the city's basin the otherwise gray clouds of fog were enveloped in fiery light.

Kim struck briefly the eyelids. She turned her skateboard around with an elegant trick and rode back into town. She thought of Shiva and her grandmother's money. She couldn't give it back because the girl needed every euro, but she didn't want to cheat on the nice old woman either.

So Kim decided to do a little searching for the missing street girl, at least today. The wind brushed against her hair and she frantically thought about where to start her search. The private detectives had probably already checked out the usual places and Kim had no real inspiration.

She accelerated her journey on the almost deserted sidewalk with her foot and closed her eyes as she drove. The cool evening air caressed her face. She let it drift to have one of her otherwise numerous flashes of thought. She thought about her time with Shiva. Thought about where she would have gone in her place. Shiva was not meant for life on the streets. She didn't really feel comfortable on the skateboard or among the other teenage adventurers. She was looking for someone to offer her protection.

“Watch out!” a male voice suddenly shouted and she opened her eyes just in time to see the old man with his walking stick not to go overboard. With a deft swerve she avoided him without losing momentum. The young woman grinned cheekily and turned into the next street without responding to the man's wild insults. “Blind chicken!” was all she heard.

Kim liked life on a knife edge. For the young woman it meant freedom. She skillfully balanced her skateboard on this thin thread day after day. She was at home on her board. Even if others were bothered by her, she remained as she was. Other women might have thought about the child in their womb. She would be afraid for herself and the unborn child. But she was unwilling to give up her freedom, even if it meant pain or even death.

Sometimes, when she was cowering alone somewhere, she had doubts about herself. In these moments she thought about her non-existent future. It occurred to her that she might not survive the winter. After all, with a big baby bump, she could hardly find shelter with any guys for a few days, as she had done in previous years. But as soon as she was back on her board, all the doubts and all the fears were blown away. The adrenaline even replaced the hunger that had plagued her more than once. When the wind blew in her face, she was just happy and carefree.

Perhaps it was that careless insouciance that drove her to drive further towards Nordpark. The werewolves had made the spacious area of ​​the local war memorial their territory. More specifically, their leader had defeated Kim and her gang in a race. However, this was not the only price she had to pay for her painful defeat. Alex, the leader of the werewolves, had given her as a prize for fucking. The slight bulge in her stomach was the result of that day four months ago.

This victory and her martial demeanor had a great influence on the young people in the city. Many of the boys and girls in their gang had also gone to them. Maybe Alex knew what had become of Shiva. Even though she hated the handsome bastard, this was the quickest way to get valuable information about the girl.

Using her foot, she picked up the pace further as she left the roundabout. She saw the stairs that had cost her victory last time. Kim's heart was racing. Instantly, her glands shot more adrenaline into her system, driving the skater to do something very stupid.

She drove as fast as she could towards the stairs that led down to the war memorial square. Last time she was lucky that she didn't break anything during the jump. This time she wanted to complete the trick. She screamed a battle cry that probably made many people on the square look her way and then jumped off.

Kim and her skateboard rose into the air and she jumped over the side wall of the stairs. Startled, several boys who were leaning against the wall under the stairs and were smoking their cigarettes looked up. The young woman and her board floated several meters above her and almost everyone on the pitch stared in their direction in disbelief.

Four months ago her board had not survived the jump unscathed. Kim didn't think about that time. She only thought about the moment and this moment was hers. After flying over 10 meters, the back wheels of her skateboard were the first to touch the smooth ground. Then the front wheels crashed onto the stone. The skater cushioned her own weight with her knees and crouched low. The material of her board groaned ominously, but it held.

As dozens of mostly teenage skaters cheered, she used the excess energy from her jump and then brought the skateboard to a stop in front of the monument. The werewolves stood in a semicircle around the young woman. Most people recognized her immediately. Some Kim knew from before, others were completely new to her.

“Strong performance Kim!”, Tobi stated and immediately added: “What do you want here? Do you want to join us?"

“Only if you copy me,” she replied, still intoxicated by this performance. She released the 19-year-old skater, in his long jeans and gray hoodie, from the embarrassment by immediately continuing: “I'm here to talk to Alex. Where is he?”

Kim looked around, a little confused. Normally there should be autocratic leaders of the werewolves. He was actually also a reason for her risky appearance. Just a few weeks ago someone told her that Alex always hangs around here with a whole harem. There was also no sign of his slut, Elke. How dare he? Kim grimaced.

"I don't think he'll come until later, but if you're here for a second helping from last time, I'm happy to fill in for him." In Kim's eyes, Tobi was little more than a busybody. Before he joined the werewolves, he had always enjoyed hitting on them with the Thunder Chicken. Maybe it was time to dress him down a bit.

“If you beat me in a race, you can fuck me too, as long as you have something of value to stake if you lose,” She offered him with a smile.

The eyes were now focused on the boy, who suddenly found himself somewhat involuntarily the center of attention. This time, however, Kim did not release him from his self-imposed situation. Tobi seemed torn between the tempting offer and the minimal chances against Kim. Kim was good, many saw her as the best skater in the city. Facing them was almost tantamount to defeat. Maybe that was exactly what made the pretty young woman so popular with the young skaters.

When Tobi didn't answer, Kim remembered why she had come here. She spoke loudly to the group: “Then not. Tell me, does anyone happen to know what happened to Shiva? She wasn't much worse than Tobi on the board."

Kim had the laughs on her side and Tobi looked at the girl of about the same age with an angry look. A murderous lust was reflected in his eyes, because he hated nothing more than being shown off.

"Now she'll go to bed with anyone who can pay for it," explained Raffi, a skater brightly colored pants that looked as if they had been entrusted to Picasso.

Kim left Tobi, who was fuming, standing there and turned to the other boy. “What do you mean?”

“I recently heard that Shiva is now going shopping at Happy 18’s.”

“You were probably one of her customers” , grinned one of the other skaters, whom Kim didn't know.

The boys present all laughed. However, she didn't let that deter her and went to him.

"Thank you, you helped me a lot," she murmured and spontaneously gave Raffi a kiss on the lips, which instantly changed the others tone. The boy was taken aback, but when he felt her warm lips on his, he intuitively opened his own. They both touched each other with their tongues for a moment. When her lips left him, he stood there with a bright red face, while quite a few of the boys envied him.

“Thank you,” she breathed into his ear and added quietly but clearly: “I owe you something.”

Then she turned away from him and swung onto her skateboard. As she drove away, she left a crowd of laughing and chattering boys and girls in the square, which could easily be mistaken for a chicken coop. Only Tobi looked after her angrily. The last word had not yet been spoken for him on this matter.

***

Kim felt that she had hit the bull's eye. Happy 18's was less than five minutes from the phone booth where the call came from. The street was near the main train station and was one of the places in the city that little girls should avoid at night. Although she herself belonged to the risk group, she did not think she would be affected by the approaching darkness. Maybe Kim had a certain longing for death, or maybe she was just reckless or brave.

She turned into the street on her skateboard. As she drove past, she noticed the numerous street hookers who eyed her suspiciously. In her eyes, a young woman on the sidewalk at this time meant, above all, unwelcome competition. Kim noticed this too, because the skater kept getting whistles and shouts from passing cars.

A man stood directly in her path and asked the girl: “Hey, can you sit right on yours? Nail the board?"

Kim, rarely at a loss for a cheeky answer, replied: "Sometimes, but today I'm looking for a girl myself. Maybe I'll nail you later!"

She jumped onto the street with her board. It seemed safer to her. She preferred to share her path with cars rather than with whores and johns.

Next to Happy 18`s there was a casino and a porn cinema. Her neon signs flanked the nightclub's - a bright red heart surrounding an 18, which was also red.

She crossed the street and picked up her skateboard. The young woman had never been to a brothel before and so she didn't know what to expect in there. She took a short, deep breath. Their ideas were based primarily on Hollywood films. In her mind's eye, several lascivious women were lounging around on velvet cushions while several dancers performed their tricks on poles.

Kim struggled to suppress her inner voice that warned her not to go through the door. There was danger lurking in there. After all, Shiva was in trouble for a reason. The internal struggle lasted longer than usual and so stepped onto the threshold of the Happy 18's and went through the door into the lion's den.

***

Alex's shift ended at 6 p.m. The athletic man went into the shower at the gym where he worked and left fifteen minutes later. He had been flirting with lecherous singles and lonely wives all day, so he was happy to jump back on his skateboard and ride to his park.

Years ago, an officer of the The city decided to illuminate the park and the war memorial with street lamps so as not to create a dark place for shady subjects. What would this officer think if he knew who was romping about in the light of these lanterns that evening.

His gang was hanging around the square as usual. Some boys did daredevil tricks while others sat on the steps fiddling with their cell phones, smartphones and girlfriends. The word girlfriend didn't really apply here, as most of the girls were passed around in the gang like a challenge trophy. Now that he had a large number of very willing and entirely attractive women to choose from at work, this activity hardly bothered him anymore. Every now and then he would claim one or the other for himself, like a rock star would do with his groupies, before passing them on to the band.

“Hey Alex, slept well?” Tobi greeted him , who probably secretly hoped to be able to replace him at some point.

“Yes. Was there something special where I was awake?"

"The cops were there briefly and asked again about the thing with the boy two weeks ago."

“And?” Alex asked.

“He slipped on his board and hit the floor. We just helped him to the hospital.” Surprisingly, this version was pretty close to the truth, if you ignore the punches and kicks thing. The leader nodded.

“Anything else?”

“Kim, the bitch you fucked a few months ago was here.” Tobi let himself the words melt on the tongue.

“What did she want?” asked Alex, amazed. After he ditched Elke, he rarely thought about the girl. The demons of his past were increasingly bothering him, and he didn't want to have anyone at his side to whom he had to justify himself. He was now fucking several new women every week, even if none of them meant anything to him. Now memories came flooding back to him and he thought of their hot fuck at the war memorial. Something in her reminded him of himself. Maybe that was the reason why she couldn't let go of him. Ten years ago, someone had romantically believed in something like a soul mate. But that was before the boy's heart was broken and thrown in the trash. By now he no longer believed in anything. And it should stay that way.

“She was looking for you. And we sent them to Happy 18's."

"What? Why?” Now Alex seemed a bit confused. He knew Happy 18's from his time as a bouncer. At that time, the shop, which was run by a certain Ace, had a very bad reputation.

“She wanted to know from us where Shiva was. Raffi said he saw her at Happy 18's.”

Alex knew Shiva. She had briefly overcooked herself with the werewolves, but the rough way they treated each other here probably put her off. But was that really a reason to go to one of the worst brothels in the city? Apparently Ace even had his hands in forced and child prostitution. Given her appearance, Shiva would definitely have fit into his prey pattern. Poor thing, but that was life.

“And what did Kim want from me?”

“Maybe she wanted to talk to you about the child?” said David. The boy had switched from Kim's little gang to the werewolves.

"Shiva?"

"No, Luci recently said that Kim could be pregnant by you."

“What?” Alex caught his breath.