Fucking Berlin 2

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Preface
My name is Dunja Romanova. I write erotic books for some time. As my book series "Bums stories". But now I would like to devote myself to a new project.

"Fucking Berlin" is a collection of erotic stories around the German capital. This isn't about yours truly. It's always about fictional, fictional protagonists.

In the second part, it's about me. My father has a scene bar in Berlin. There I help him out occasionally.

And also it occasionally happens that I'm there faced with the mistakes of my father's.

Their Dunja

"We immediately close" - I said to the two men who entered our store. About ten years ago, my father owned a pub in Berlin Kreuzberg. I often helped him out. Especially Tuesday and Thursday evening. The work behind the counter was fun. But this night I should never forget.

Daddy's pub was located in Berlin Kreuzberg. But it was no little grubby corner Pub. No, it was a scene bar and was called Bedlam. With white brick walls crossed over and a black wooden floor. All furniture were in black held a clear, classic contrast.

"That is our mind" said the smaller of the two men. They were Germans, but they were certainly not friendly and helpful. They were heavily tattooed, middle-aged. They were members of a Motradclubs, the "Berlin boy BB´s '.

Dunja: "why are you here"?

Axel: "the great, that is Sven." I 'm"Axel.

Dunja: 'AHA. "Well then Hi Axel".

Sven: "we find your Dad of Sweetheart'.

Dunja: "I'm not your little. And my father is not here. Can I do something it"?

Axel: "call him. SORG for this that he came from. We need to clarify something with him".

Dunja: "I can't do that. He flew to St. Petersburg".

Sven: "Stinking crap-Russe".

Dunja: "Hey, I should probably really like".

Axel and Sven turned off by me. They put together the heads and is advised. The two were not at all pleased about it that my father could not come. And that let you clearly feel me.

Axel: "when come back it".

Dunja: "day after tomorrow".

Sven: "you have how much money honey in the Treasury".

Dunja: "I'm not your sweetie, my friend".

Sven: "And I'm not your boyfriend baby".

Axel: "you heard the man. How much is inside".

Dunja: "I don't think it's you".

Axel: "don't just to small. Your age owe our Club €12.000,00. We take what you have in the cash as a deposit".

Dunja: "why come again its not easy day after tomorrow"?

Axel: "because we don't fuck with us small leave".

The conversation became increasingly aggressive. The mood was irritated. Axel and Sven appeared to be very upset. I knew not what my father again was get into. But the guys did it damn seriously.

Sven: ' either you give us what we want, or we burn the fuckin' place here. " Understood Babushka"?

Dunja: "what, please? That you can't do'!

Sven: "And how we can Chubbie".

Axel: "did you damn what the cashier"?

Dunja: "About €650,00".

Sven: '€650,00? Are you kidding us"!

Dunja: 'no! That's right! More is not there"guys!

Axel: 'And what do you have in your purse Princess'?

Dunja: "perhaps €50,00".

Sven: "it sucks"!

Dunja: "sorry for you".

Axel: "we burn down this place"!

Dunja: "No, no, no! Wait, that you can't do. If your burning off the store, my father has no revenue. I don't know whether he owes you so much money. But no bar, no money. It's so easy"!

Axel and Sven put their heads together again. They were not exactly enthusiastic about €700,00 yield. There were many obscene words during their meeting.

Axel: "listen, kid. There are two ways, either you pay, or we burn down the bar here".

Vijeesh: "people and if you you on the head, I can no longer pay you." all I have is €700,00. The alcohol here is worth perhaps a few hundred".

Sven: "Skip the booze".

Axel: "we no longer talk about the money".

Dunja: "How do you mean"?

Sven: "it concerns Einwenig your ass".

Dunja: 'what'?

Axel: "the €700,00 plus your ass"?

Dunja: "my ass"?

Sven: "we take you and fuck you honey".

I had to swallow deeply. The two bikers wanted to remove not only the person and my private money me. You wanted to fuck me too. I was quite dull in the stomach. I had terrible fear. But on the other hand, I had too little choice. I couldn't let that destroyed

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