Sex aint Sin

[Leonhard Krause]

Location: Berlin, Red light District
Time: 2:41 AM

Leon sat there, an almost empty glass of fine, German ale lay loosely in his hands, he had his SS uniform on, but the shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his white tee shirt, hair messy and shoes untied. He awoke from his slumber to see that he had just dropped and broke his glass mug. "Scheiße," he muttered, sliding back up in his chair, pulling the crust out of his eyes. This wasn`t the first time Leon had awaken in a brothel at two somthing in the morning, and it probably won`t be his last. The place was pretty much empty, except a few drunk Nazi SS officers being entertained on the other side of the room. A young man, probably only a teenager who Leon had only hoped to be a bartender came over and picked up the broken pieces of glass from the floor.

"Bringen mir ein Bier und eine Zigarette, während freaking du schon dabei bist!" Leon said in a rather loud tone.

"Ja Sir, sofort sir," the boy said in a small, soft, squeaky voice. Leon examined the place, there were three small stages scattered throughout the room, there was an empty chair next to him, he figured Klaus, the officer he was with must have left. The boy came back and handed him a glass of beer and a cigarette, Leon stuffed the cancer stick in between my teeth and the boy lit it.

"Wo ist der Mann, den ich mit was?" He asked, this time in a low tone.

"Er taumelte aus etwas zu sagen ... Geschlechtsverkehr mit seiner Frau `s Schwester, mein Herr," The squeaky boy said.

"Sehr gut, dann gebe meine Kameraden grüßen, wenn man sie wieder zu sehen," Leon said. The boy nodded then left to attend to the other SS officers. The officers at the other end of the room lifted their beers up in recognition, Leon lifted his beer and blew out the smoke and took a sip from the mug. He heard the door crack open from behind him, Leon prayed for it not to be Klaus as he didn`t want to hear anymore stories about him, his fat wife or kids.

Translations

* Shit

* Bring me a beer, and a freaking cigarette while your at it!

* Yes sir, right away sir

* Where is the man I was with?

* He staggered out saying something about... intercourse with his wife`s sister, sir.

* Very well then, give my fellow soldiers over there my regards

[Nathan Whyte]

Just a friendly reminder, we write in the third person here. You started out well, but kind of lapsed in to it. As a general rule, don't use "I" unless you're speaking.

Oh, and posts need to be at least 15 lines long to be eligible for CP.

But carry on!

[Leonhard Krause]

I`ll edit it, just trying to get used to the site, thank you.

[Rudolf Steiner]

Stephan was simply unable to sleep, finally returning from France to participate in the Axis War Council, a position which he signed up for and got accepted only a month ago or so, during his tenure in the concentration camp in Vichy France where he was filling in and had once more proven himself as a master sadist forming quite a reputation for himself in France as the master sadist of Berlin. The inmates feared merely the mention of the name Stephan Kaiser. Sitting upright in bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips as his icy cold gray eyes scanned his private quarters of his upscale mansion that was situated in Northern Berlin. An extremely spacious room in the Western Tower of the ancient manor. It was claimed that this manor had been built by his Teutonic ancestors, but that was how the story went. Stephan establishing that he no longer was sleepy rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom where he showered and donned himself in his SS uniform. It was always good to be seen in your uniform especially at such a time.

Approximately forty five minutes later Stephan after wandering the streets of Berlin decided to rest his legs for a bit, luckily for him his wandering legs had somehow ended up taking him to one of his favorite teenage hang out spots, a bar in the Red Light District of Berlin, back when he was a rowdy Hitler Youth and a street dog. Stephan lit a cigarette and ducked his head as he walked in through the descending entrance of the brothel. As someone from the elite class of Germany, his mother would have dropped dead if she knew that her eldest born son had even heard of such a place let alone make it his safe haven. Upon entering the entire brothel was shrouded in cigarette smoke and the putrid smell of cheap alcohol was quite overpowering.

Stephan's icy cold gray eyes scanned the scene with a look of sheer disgust and contempt on his face. Stephan was now has established himself a reputation among the Nazi party especially with the SS, he despite his rather young age and being only a SS-Untersturmführer had a reputation of being a hardliner, anal retentive, extremely strict yet fair officer. His name brought sheer horror to inmates and undesirables especially if the tale of the homosexual SS soldier that Stephan had tortured in France had surfaced. To his own men, Stephan either exalted them or simply made their lives a living hell. Stephan adored perfection in his work and specificity if his troops delivered he would treat them as royalty if otherwise he was known for being downright cruel and sadistic.

Stephan seated himself in the farthest corner of the brothel, from his quick scan of the SS present he was the highest rank here, the second highest ranked there was a SS-Unterscharführer, who was stooped forward on his table looking rather ridiculously drunk. Stephan lit yet another cigarette as the young boy approached him. "Rotwein, den besten, die Sie erhalten." Sitting there he produced a small book from the pocket of his SS coat and began reading it. A few moments later the young boy appears with a bottle of wine and a wine glass, pouring into the glass, Stephan with his unoccupied hand motioned for him to bug off. The free hand reached out for the glass and he twirled the contents of the glass then took a small sip.

Red wine, the finest that you got.