The flower girl walked up to my table and gave me the message that Miss Olga would await me right after the concert, ready to leave whenever I wanted, at the last table on the right. I really became excited and sort of nervous; I was finally getting together with the girl who had made love to me when I was still a little boy. I had to smile at the thought that I was actually only acquainted with her hand. But I was also glad that I had an adventure ahead of me without really having looked for one.
From where I sat I could easily see the table which the flower girl had indicated. In her dark street clothes Olga looked even slimmer and more large-bosomed than she did up on the stage. And her face really was no longer not very pretty. Possibly it was because I happened to have reached the stage where almost every woman turns into a Helen. But Olga was not alone. She was with a girl that had a wonderful profile, smaller than her and with a better figure. Definitely not a member of the musical team, because I would have noticed her instantly.
When I got up to walk over to their table, Olga arose also. She had noticed me and walked rapidly toward me. “Oh, my sweet little laddy,” she whispered when she took my hands, and we smiled knowingly at each other as if the years between had never happened.
“Do you want to go to the park?”
“Don't you want to go somewhere else? But you're not alone.” I turned toward the other girl who was a lot better looking. She had a very strange but, at the same time, charmingly intriguing expression on her face.
“My friend, Cathy,” said Olga, “does not like to go into the park because all the gentlemen artists strolling around there walk up to her and don't give her a moment's rest.” She exchanged a quick glance with her girl friend and said softly, “Isn't she beautiful?”
I had a very strange feeling which I could not put into words. It was odd to meet my friend Olga after so many years, and especially at a moment when I felt rather lonely, but nevertheless, the presence of another person was not at all unwelcome. I had absolutely no objections against Cathy coming along with us.
Out in the street I had one on my left and the other on my right side. We walked toward a certain street which had a small but very renowned little tavern. “Exquisite and very expensive,” said Cathy, looking at me as if this disclosure might scare me off. But Olga immediately countered with “Oh, laddy, laddy, we've got it!”
I would have loved to ask at that point what it was supposed to be they had in mind. But I had the feeling that something special was about to happen and I also darkly suspected that someone in the know would not have asked such a question. And since I did not want to be taken for an ignoramus, I decided to keep my mouth shut. The small, very renowned, little, exquisite and very expensive tavern also was rather cheap and common. A long corridor with cheap reproductions in even cheaper frames and a lot of doors on either side. Obviously toward the separate chambers. A Jewish waiter with a white towel around his waist, pretending to be Viennese, asked with a leering smile what my pleasure would be. I did not like his urgent confidence at all and was rather flustered till Olga advised me to take three rooms. So, I took three rooms. The miserable waiter grinned and said, “You can have more, you can have 'em all … there ain't nobody here!”
The rooms looked as shabby as some of the front rooms in one of those streets in Vienna where the lowest females ply their trade and where I once used to make a furtive visit or two.
I forced myself to be gay and happy, argued with the waiter who had brought us the wine list and finally threw him out of the room. Olga laughed. She embraced me and tried to make a whirl around the room with me. “Don't be jealous at him,” she called out to her friend. “He is my very own sweet little laddy! It's because of him that I became pregnant, when he was about eleven or twelve years old, right? — Oh, but of course, you couldn't know about that. Jesus, I was always so damned excited after our piano lessons that one day I couldn't stand it any longer and I went to bed with my older brother. And, boom … it happened right then and there.” She threw off her jacket and lifted her remarkably large breasts with both hands, “And ever since, these have been pretty big. Remember, laddy, when you used to press your face against them … always your little nose on my titties.”
Cathy had taken a seat on the large sofa which stood in the corner of the room and it seemed as if she did not notice us. But suddenly she asked, “Aren't I a little bit superfluous?”
Olga walked over to her and took her face in both hands, “Don't be silly,” she exclaimed laughingly. “He does not take anything away from you. Aw, come on, Cathy, be nice!” And she took the girl by the ankles, threw her quickly backwards upon the sofa. Then she leaned over the girl and kissed Cathy till the girl started to groan. “He won't take me away from you,” she repeated.
They separated quickly when someone knocked on the door. The waiter brought in the ice bucket and a tray. He turned around just before he left and said with a leering smirk, “If you need any help, I recommend myself highly.” I could not even smile about this insolence. As a matter of fact, I was rather out of whatever mood I had been in, completely. If I had not been ashamed in front of the girls, I think I would have left. I noticed that the two girl friends were in a heated whispering conversation and Cathy seemed to disagree violently with something.
“Oh, come on, you only live once,” Olga exclaimed and poured herself a full glass. “Here we go … to you and you!” She emptied the miserable foaming wine in one gulp and turned around to me. “Hurry, laddy, order two more buckets before we get going and then the waiter won't have to disturb us!”
She rang herself. The waiter brought her order. Olga locked the doors to the three rooms and when she walked up to me again, she had opened the buttons of her blouse. She stretched out her arms and her breasts slowly popped out of their imprisonment. Cathy stared at them as if hypnotized. Suddenly she jumped up and started to nibble on them furiously till Olga groaned and cried out voluptuously. Both disrobed in no time and soon they were only wearing their petticoats. “Come here, laddy,” Olga called to me. “Come on over here and look how sweet she is,” and she lifted the other's petticoat.
I must admit that those were the most beautiful legs and thighs I had ever seen. Furiously, Cathy tried to cover them. She looked at me and a dark red flooded her face.
“Jesus, isn't she cute? Look at her, she's blushing,” Olga cried. Then she grabbed me and started to tug at my clothes, pulling off my jacket, and whispering, “It's getting too hot in here.”
I told myself very clearly that, since I had gotten this far, I should not be a spoilsport. I might as well take the dive, even if it were kneedeep into the mud. I threw off my clothes. Since my affair with little poodle-head in Switzerland I had learned to enjoy nudity and soon the three of us threw off our last item of clothing. Olga cried out with sheer pleasure. Cathy grabbed hold of her. But I embraced the two of them and led them toward the sofa where I started to tickle them. I suddenly noticed to my horror that Cathy had a member! She was a hermaphrodite with an enormous tickler and she had an erection as if she had a penis.
“Look, laddy,” Olga groaned as she turned on her back, spreading her thighs widely, making the poor old sofa creak and groan.
Cathy seemed totally oblivious to my presence. Her eyes were glazed, her entire body quivered and she allowed Olga to tug and pull her till she was positioned on top of Olga. It seemed as if she had lost all willpower. Olga lifted up her enormous breasts toward Cathy's face. The girl let her face fall down upon them. Suddenly, crying out so loud that I jumped, she grabbed the large, rather welkin breasts with both hands, held on to them and licked, bit and sucked them furiously. Judging by Olga's moans and groans, it seemed that the hermaphrodite had succeeded in penetrating Olga with her erect tickler. And, indeed, Cathy moved up and down like a man.