TRANSGRESSIVE THURSDAY | OKTOBERFEST | #39 of 💯
The Waitress Served More Than Beer and Sausages
Thomas got more than he bargained for in Munich
Thomas Bergensen visited Munich each September. He always had a lot of fun with the German ladies.
He was almost drained dry the previous month, by three Swiss ladies in Ibiza. He would normally be eager to play with more than one Fräulein — or Fräu — at once but not this time.
He was barely in any mood to get laid at all. When the Swiss MILFs were done with him he felt like he was 10 pounds of various body fluids lighter. Like juicy beef turned into jerky in one night. But then he saw her.
A playful blond kitten with a wide smile, sparkly green eyes, teeth that Scarlett Johansson would envy, plump lips, tall as ficken, and great proportions.
Thomas had not ordered yet. She came to his table. He thought she looked exquisite in her Dirndl.
“What can I get you Herr?” she flashed a bright smile. Thomas waved off all desiccation images from his mind.
“A… Hacker-Pschorr bitte, danke.”
She swiftly got back with a Maß of fine Märzen beer. She placed it a bit abruptly on his table and some foam spilled on her hand. She licked it like a kitten while looking at him intently, then winked at him and left.
He whispered ‘Holy… crap.’
By now his dry jerky imagery was restored to juicy beef. She opened up to him, it was his turn to make a move. He wanted her. He craved her. A bit too much.
Thomas had another few beers while flirting with Octavia, as the waitress was called. He asked when her shift ended.
“One hour!”
He started drinking slowly to avoid getting wasted.
At 5 p.m. Octavia sat at his table. She drank the last of his beer, wiped the foam from her lips with her tongue and said:
“Well? Shall we?” he didn’t expect it would be that easy but he followed her. Soon they were in some sparse woods outside the facility. For some reason she didn’t want to go to his room or her place. She wanted ‘to be in nature, to connect with its energy.’
He let Octavia take the lead and she took more than that. The kitten turned into a sex starved tiger. She pushed him on a tree, stripped him, and removed her Dirndl, revealing she wore nothing inside.
She kissed him hungrily, but her breath was cold. So was her skin. ‘Wtf?’ he thought. She went down on him after drawing a rushed wet trail on his chest. She started giving him head and looked at him. That’s when he noticed her teeth. And her eyes.
Her fangs had grown and her eyes were fiery. It was as though the fires of hell burned inside them.
“Wh.. what are you?” he asked.
“A succubus dumm. You’re my prey and I’m holding my main dish.”
“No… way.”
“Ja way. I need your seed and all your life force. No hard feelings, I need to feed.”
Thomas tried to escape but she was strong. She pressed him hard against the tree trunk. He had a Swiss knife but it was in his clothes. Would he die from sex in this woods?
His sole ‘weapon’ was the supposedly magic Elvish ring of Water. A gift by an ex. Silver with a sapphire stone. If that didn’t work he was dead. ‘Life force’ suggested his carcass would look like human jerky. She blew him like a professional vacuum cleaner, but he’d hate this to be his last BJ.
‘Here goes nothing…’ He hit her in the head as forcefully as he could, ensuring the ring made contact. Somehow it worked. She started howling, screaming and cursing, holding her head in pain.
Thomas took the chance and ran like hell. He barely grabbed his clothes. He wasn’t going to waste time until he was out of the woods, in more ways than one.
When he was safe, he noticed he was still erect and wondered:
“Should I have finished in her throat and then hit her?”
A story by Nikolaos Skordilis, inspired by the Oktoberfest prompt of May More. This is my most read -and darkest- story on Redemption:
