First night in Frankfurt; the FKK would be waiting for me after that night, and I had had an out of schedule punt during the day when I visited Der Leierkasten. So, it was as easy as going to sleep and wait for the morning light, however, the vision of a few stunners at Das Rotes Haus (where I had had my first German punt many years ago), made me go back to have another look before bed time. Website: http://www.roteshaus.com/

 

(SKIP IF YOU JUST WANT THE SEX DETAILS)

 

Das Rotes Haus is on a corner and I assume it’s one of the oldest brothels in the huge red light district around the train station. It consists of six floors of rooms with girls entertaining the thousands of men who walk up and down their stairs 24/7. The standard price for suck, fuck and touch seems to be 30 euros, just like at Der Leienkaster and the abundance of good-looking girls make punting hard to avoid. You can certainly expect a mechanical quick shag but for that money who am I to complain?

 

So, after a few walks up and down the stairs, my attention kept focusing on Angelina, a very beautiful girl from Spain. To picture her just imagine a young, size 8 Salma Hayek with straight shoulder length black hair, a killer thin waist and a very nice and big pair of tits. She smiled at me and how could I say no?

 

Even when a few visits to Amsterdam had taught me to beware of pretty girls who remain unengaged despite the abundance of punters, I thought I had nothing to lose by asking her for the prices and what was included. She told me that 30 euros would get me “suck, fuck and touch”; however later I would learn that everything is in the syntax.

 

(THE SEX BEGINS HERE… WELL, SORT OF)

 

The first alarm went on when Angelina pretty much reached for a condom without any previous attempt of other form of arousal… and more alarms went on when I saw that she would not face me during the blowjob, claiming she was shy. Naturally it took mini AndyJ longer to join the party and in the process, Angelina started mentioning longer options for extra money. It wasn’t the case of a distant and unattached girl but the one of a friendly girl very much interested in getting as much money as possible from your fellow punter.

 

I’ve been there before and long enough to know that as soon as you show more money to this kind of girl, you’re lost. So, I declined any forms of extras and concentrated on touching her still covered arse; moreover a sort of developed defence mechanism put me in the right mood and made me come in her mouth (covered) to avoid any form of disappointment later. As Angelina confessed right after, that’s as much as punters can expect for the agreed sum of money. I told you that everything was in the syntax. What I thought it was “suck, fuck and touch” was in reality “suck-fuck and touch (but not too much anyway)”… suck-fuck being a rip-off way of saying blowjob.

 

I was strangely in a good mood and ready to spend as much of Angelina’s time as possible discussing her strategies on scamming clients. I told her she was a cheat and she had no problems owning up to it. She claimed that all the girls there were and that in reality to fuck her would cost anyone100 euros.

 

The conversation went on for quite long, and we kept it quite civil and friendly despite the circumstances. Possibly she was still trying to make me change my mind and fork out more money but it wasn’t to be. We even discussed why they got clients at all where for only 50 euros you would get up to 30 minutes of real sex (including natural French, DFK, DATY and all the touching you want) at a FKK. She obviously couldn’t see herself working at a FKK when she could scam guys so easily where she was. Other trick she uses on clients when asked how much is it for anal, is to quote 50 euros and when the unsuspecting punter comes in, she produces a strap-on… “ah, I meant 50 for anal on you!”

 

She is undoubtedly a fraud; a very beautiful one who uses all her female charm to get away with it. I wonder if she’s the same when the punter, instead of being me, is the sort of guy who decides to beat the crap out of her in return. Funny enough, I don’t wish her something like that, but I wish her another form of work where she does not feel so degraded to the point of admitting stealing as a better alternative. We said our goodbyes and wished each other all the best. The guys who were outside would have probably thought I had had great sex because despite everything we kept friendly to each other. She even tried to persuade me that if I visited her the following day, I could actually get to shag her for less than 100 euros but as I told her, my plan was to go to the FKK instead of being scammed by her. She certainly wouldn’t blame me for saying that; she took it on the chin the same way I took it by spending 30 euros for a blowjob. You win some and you lose others; I wouldn’t put this one as a complete loss as the post-blowjob conversation was quite frank and entertaining.

 

(Below a photo of Das Rotes Haus and one of actress Salma Hayek, Angelina's deadringer... so you understand why I failed for her)