We turned the corner and arrived in the notorious Spittelberg Alley. I knew the place by reputation, but the thought of visiting it had never crossed my mind before that evening. My friend, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. And he was not the only one, I noticed as I spotted a number of well-dressed men either going into or coming out of the houses lining the street. This was one of the few places in Vienna where class distinctions ceased to exist. No curtains hung in the windows and every passer-by, from the lowly student to the wealthy factory owner, was offered a glimpse of the women inside, each at various stages of undress. I felt like a schoolboy as I fleetingly caught the eye of a young woman in a nightdress putting her hair up.
“You’re sure about this?” I said quietly to Christian but he just looked at me and chuckled.
“Relax. It’ll be fine.”
He stopped in front of a grey stone building with a serious-faced young man leaning against the doorframe. The youth’s features softened somewhat when he recognised my friend and without a word he disappeared into the house. Moments later a bearded man in his forties appeared at the door, greeted Christian and shook his hand before turning to me, shaking mine and introducing himself as Milner. He did not ask me my name, but politely invited us both inside.
The parlour to our left was brightly lit and a record played softly in the background. A dozen or so scantily-clad women conversed with one another, standing intimately close to the three men in the room, but all eyes were on us. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious but Christian, who did not seem the least bit affected by this, took Milner aside and the two spoke in subdued tones while I studied my shoes. Finally the bearded man nodded and led us through another door. I was endlessly relieved to get away from the strangers and their penetrating looks.
“This way,” he said softly as he turned the corner and we followed him up the staircase to the first floor. On the right side of the hallway was a dimly lit room. The door was open and a young woman was perched on the edge of her bed idly perusing the pages of a newspaper. Her long flaxen hair cascaded over the shoulder of her pretty white gown.
“My newest arrival. She’s only been here a week,” Milner said in a hushed voice. He and Christian exchanged glances before Christian turned to me and whispered, “Do you like her?” Slightly embarrassed, I nodded.
“Geli, darling” Milner said and the girl turned her head. “Two gentlemen who would like to make your acquaintance.”
The pretty blonde girl gracefully folded the paper, got to her feet and walked up to us. Coming to a halt next to Milner, her glance wandered over my face a moment before moving on to Christian’s.
“Herr Harbinger is a very dear friend of mine,” Milner said, nodding to Christian. The girl held out her hand coquettishly and Christian gallantly kissed it before motioning toward me and introducing me as his brother.
“Pleased to meet you,” she said, repeating the gesture. Her hand felt small and soft in mine. Her skin smelled faintly of soap and perfume and I diffidently touched my lips to it.
“The gentlemen were wondering if you would care to join them for a walk,” Milner said, addressing the girl.
She gave a little curtsey and lightly touched her hand to my elbow. Automatically I offered her my arm and we proceeded down the steps while Christian and Milner finalised the transaction.
“So you like me, do you?” she asked teasingly in my ear as we left the house. My face suddenly felt hot and I was glad to be back out in the cool evening air.
“Yes. You look nice. Very pretty,” I replied, feeling awkward as we lingered on the street and waited for Christian. She lowered her eyes and let out a soft laugh that could have meant a number of things. Not that I would have blamed her if she was laughing at me, for I felt like doing the same. I’d had ample experience flattering young girls into submission, and now that I found myself in a situation where I didn’t need to I felt a bit like a hunter whose prey had simply laid itself out before him.
“Thank you, good sir,” she replied coyly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Please, call me Gustav,” I said, seeing no sense in lying to the girl since my friend had already offered up a false surname for me. Besides, her familiar nature put me at ease.
Just then Christian came out the door and joined us with the words, “Shall we?” He walked alongside me, sneaking glances at the young woman on my arm as we made our way along the streets, making the usual small talk all the while. For such a young woman she was a dynamic conversationalist. 'Where are you from? Oh, really? I have relatives there. Perhaps you know them. How long have you been in the city? Perfectly dreadful, isn’t it? Oh, I do so agree!'
She was nothing like I’d imagined a working girl to be. Granted, she took certain liberties girls ordinarily would not in terms of the way she addressed us and the ease with which she touched me; but other than that I rather felt like I was strolling through the city with an old acquaintance.
When we reached the flat Christian assumed the role of host and lit a couple of lamps while Angelika and I seated ourselves in the parlour. When he left the room to fetch some refreshments she leaned in close, letting me breathe in her scent once more.
“He’s not really your brother, is he?” she inquired conspiratorially.
“How did you know?” I asked, amused.
“I just don’t see the resemblance.”
Her eyes lingered on mine and we both broke into smiles. Her lips were so red they filled my mind with an array of naughty thoughts.
“Do you have siblings?” I asked, lifting my gaze to her emerald eyes.
“Seven. You?”
“No,” I replied, gently shaking my head.
Christian came in just then carrying a tablet with glasses and a decanter of brandy. He looked pleased that our young guest and I had taken a liking to one another. I felt like an animal in some sort of controlled experiment, but quickly put the thought out of my head as I accepted the drink he offered me.
“Your brother and I were just discussing my dress,” Angelika said, smoothing the material of her skirt with her free hand before taking a sip of her drink. “It’s French. The latest design from Paris. What do you think?”
“I think it’s divine,” Christian answered, oozing charm as usual.
We chatted comfortably for God only knows how long, Christian plying us with drink throughout. Now and again he would join in but mostly he sat back and observed Angelika and me as we chatted about everything and nothing. She showed a genuine interest in both of us and asked all about our studies and our impressions of the Viennese, no doubt glad to be in the company of men closer to her own age for a change.
At one point, it may have been an hour or so in, Christian made a strategic compliment on her eyes, adding “What do you think, Angelika? Are Gustav’s a darker blue than mine?”
“I can’t tell from here,” she replied tipsily. “Come here.”
With that he left his chair and seated himself next to her on the sofa, causing her to move closer to me. I assume she knew it was a pretence to start things off, for when his mouth met hers she kissed him back without question. The room grew warmer as I watched them. Not really aware of much else, I brought my fingers to the collar of my shirt and undid the top button. I was about to move on to the second one when Christian took my hand and guided it to Angelika’s breast as he continued to kiss her. She relaxed into my touch and I felt her warmth through the fabric of her dress, felt her nipple grow hard against my palm. Then, as though my friend and I had exchanged silent signals, he withdrew his mouth from hers and I gently turned her face to mine. When I leaned in closer so did she. I brought my mouth to hers and tasted her soft lips. Things progressed quickly and soon we were locked in a deep, passionate kiss. I started to press her back onto the sofa, but hadn’t got far when my friend took her by the hand and coaxed her to her feet.
“Come on, you lovebirds. The bed’s much more comfortable.”
My reactions somewhat delayed by the alcohol, I stumbled after them into the cool darkness of Christian’s bedroom. Angelika was already lying back on the bed, her eyes half closed and fixed on mine as Christian immediately set about helping me out of my clothes. He bit and kissed my neck as he undid my trousers, at which the girl showed no surprise. Instead it was Christian who did the commenting.
“He’s got a beautiful cock, hasn’t he?” he asked her.
Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look, she nodded. I didn’t know what my friend was doing but was too intoxicated and turned on to do anything but go along with it.
“Mmm, I’m glad we agree,” he purred as he manoeuvred me over to the bed and sat me back against the middle of the headboard.
“I like you, Angelika,” he said as she tucked her legs neatly under her and scooted closer. “Gustav likes you too,” he continued as he perched himself next to me on the edge of the bed.
“I would love it,” he said, stroking my hair, “and I know Gustav here would love it, too… if you showed him how those beautiful ruby lips of yours would feel…on this.” With that he ran his fingertips lightly up my rigid cock. My eyes darted to hers to check her reaction, but they were transfixed on my erection.
“What do you say?” he asked and she lifted her gaze. They stared at one another for a little while, then she leaned over me, her hair soft against my stomach.
“That’s a good girl,” Christian whispered as her tongue met the sensitive tip of my cock. With wet little kisses she worked her way down to the base then slowly travelled up my length to the tip where she paused to let her fingertips play with the fresh droplets my lust had produced, causing me to tense slightly. I closed my eyes and melted into the feeling of her soft lips as she kissed every inch of my pulsating sex. I never knew exactly where she would plant the next one and this made me tremble with anticipation.
In my present state I was unsure of how long I could let her carry on, but she was just getting started. I clawed at the bed sheets as her thumb lightly brushed my wet glans. Then her fingers wrapped around my erection and she drew my foreskin up and down my aching shaft. There was an insecure reluctance to her touch that made my prick tense and release. It was a welcome change to the expert hand I’d grown accustomed to over the summer; not because it felt better, but simply because it was different.
Then her movements stopped and she just held me in her hand for a minute. I stayed as I was, my eyes closed and my chest heaving, trembling with the anticipation of what would follow. The sound of Christian’s gentle breaths came closer to my ear and my focus was drawn back to him. The fact that he was watching us had momentarily slipped my mind and the realisation now came flooding back to me in a fresh surge of depraved arousal. The blood and alcohol rushed to my head all at once, making the room spin. Christian’s tongue was unabashedly working its way into my ear just as Angelika’s mouth engulfed my penis. It took my drunken mind a few seconds to register what was being done to me, but soon little tremors ran through my body as I sat there, writhing and inundated with pleasure. I moaned as she sucked me more determinedly, causing the pressure to build in my loins. Christian’s hands were on my face and when he kissed me it just felt right and so I went along with it. His kiss was passionate and his technique as flawless as it was in every other area of sexual practice.
Opening my eyes I looked over at my friend and his gaze moved up to mine. Then he settled back more comfortably against the headboard and slipped a hand down his trousers, which I noticed were open.
“Fuck her,” he mouthed to me as he began openly stroking his cock.
I sat there paralysed with lust as Angelika continued to pleasure me with her mouth and my friend masturbated quietly beside me. Finally I touched my hand to her head and she stopped. Leaning forward I pulled her to me and tasted my cock on her lips as I kissed her. When I’d satisfied this urge I laid her on her back. Her legs parted to accommodate me and I positioned myself between them. Then I crawled on top of her and hungrily resumed kissing her. I drank in her scent. A sweet and powerful scent I recognised at once. The scent of a woman. How I had missed it. My cock throbbed as I pulled the skirt of her gown up over her thighs. My hand travelled instinctively to the wet warmth between her legs and we sighed in unison as my fingertips came to rest at her entrance. Drunk on wine and lust, my eyes met hers.
“Do you want me?” I asked, at once filled with an intense longing to hear her say she did.
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“Say it again,” I pleaded as I entered her.
“Yes!”
I did not possess the willpower to take things slowly; she arched her back as I lifted her gown up over her head, revealing the most exquisite little breasts imaginable. Her skin felt warm and soft against mine and she clung to me as I took her. It had been months since I’d been inside a woman. The sensation was so pleasurable, so natural. My focus swung from the angel beneath me to my friend, seated a few feet away; the soft sounds of him pleasuring himself accompanying me as I came.
~~
She fell into a light sleep within minutes. Christian had moved to the fainting couch at the far end of the room.
I left her side carefully so as not to wake her. Wrapping a sheet around me I walked over to Christian and seated myself beside him.
We shared a comfortable silence and exchanged glances as we nipped at our drinks. The lamp had gone out but the moon filled the room with enough light to see by. My mind replayed the events that had just taken place.
“Have you ever been with a girl?” I asked, thinking aloud.
Christian nodded. “I adore them. They’re fascinating creatures.”
A comfortable silence fell and my eyes wandered over to the slumbering seraph on my friend’s bed.
“I wonder how she ended up here. As a prostitute, I mean. She’s so young.”
“It’s a lot more common than you’d think,” he replied casually.
He watched her as well, I noticed.
“So you know this man.. this Milner?”
Another nod. “I’ve met a few men in his line of work.”
I must have looked surprised because he smiled a little before he went on.
“There are times when one desires special company and these men provide it. It’s just like any other trade, really. Milner is discreet. He’s a businessman. And from what the boys tell me he treats them decently. As decently as whores can expect to be treated, anyway.”
I cringed a little at the word—sheer reflex, really—despite the casual way he said it. My friend was obviously no stranger to the city’s dark underbelly, but somehow the thought of him engaging the services of rent boys had never occurred to me before. Having lived with him for so many weeks I had stopped thinking of what we were doing as abnormal, but now I realised it can’t have been easy for someone with his inclinations to find love, even in this relatively progressive metropolis.
I wanted to ask whether he’d been with any of the other young men from the university besides me, but decided against it.