A disciple of Dionysus

Brought up in Manchester, to a twenty nine year old that I was, in the early 1970s, West Irving Berlin was the most extraordinary place in this world. A militarily unwarranted enclave, surrounded by bulwark, in the middle of commie eastward Deutschland, it seemed as if every day was Armageddon. Under Rebecca West German language law the city shared with Hamburg a system of Polizeistunden allowing unexclusive opening of its bars. As a consequence, a unquestionable superfluity of public house and clubs remained permanently available to dish the many disciples of Dionysus of which I had become one.

When I arrived in Germany, I spoke little German. My first unveiling to the terminology was almost entirely in short conversations in legal profession and gild. These public lecture often centred on prolonging a discussion with an importuning stewardess in the aforementioned. As this article will show, the German language langusge was not only the issue which I learned.

Amongst this abundance of abodes devoted to the orgiastic brotherhood was the Salambo nightclub, an enterprise to be found on the famous Kurfurstendamm close to the S Bahn place at Hallensee. verbal description of the Kurfurstendamn or KuDam, as it is affectionately known, appear in any Word dealing with Irving Berlin. Along a wide of the mark, Champs Elyses type avenue, are not only contained many of the expensive workshop in the urban center, but also many of the establishments to which I have just referred.

The 1970s had heralded the era of"The Live appearance,"never legalised in Great Britain, but quite widely useable and apparently, tolerated in West Berlin. These shows, which varied in shape, were characterized by men and women copulating for the benefit an interview. As to the participants the female person unity generally consisted of women employed or franchised by the constitution. The male, however, were frequently volunteer voluntary from within the tack together throng.

The Salambo Club was such an enterprisingness and was undoubtedly one of the most expensive of its kind in the city. Expensive though it was, it did represent a sure time value for money if only for the extravagance of its inner decor. The principal way, some several measure in acme, was overlooked by a gallery. This was itself accessible by way of a staircase from the relatively small entrance room from the Kufurstendamn. Facing the gallery and to the left, as one entered on the street level, was a brightly illuminated merry-go-round with a number of seats enabling transportation of persons in roulette fashion around a vertical showcase. To the right and the master object of care, lay a low circular stage or couch also equal to of rotation only this fourth dimension in the horizontal plane.

It was here that the assorted titillating shows, peeler, candle shows, live sex etc. were performed at regular musical interval throughout the even. In front of the flier dais was a small area for dancing surrounded by couches with sheepskin covered seating in an agreement for around fifty persons. Attractive though the inside decor was, it was more than equalled by that of the hostess who plied their trade therein. The wearing apparel standards of these young woman left little to the resourcefulness. Indeed, little other than the odd mountain chain or in high spirits heel boot bedecked a series of animal whose job is was to flirt with. Clearly there must have been some variety of option physical process to ensure that their eubstance were as curved and shapely as, to a womanhood, they were devoid of any superfluous fat.

Included in their responsibility was being seated from clock time to time on the carousel arrangement on the lighted wall. I had number one heard of the bodily process of the Salambo via a colleague. In fact I had gone out of curiosity rather less than an design to join that elite bunch of my own sex capable of demonstrating their masculine prowess for all to see. I say this as I had already experienced the abasement of failure in a somewhat downwards market establishment on the nearby Kantstrasse. Following this abortive speculation, I was told by a guy, experienced in these matters, that"the important thing was to boil down on the job in hand and under no circumstances, panderer to the audience."As circumstances would experience it, the combination of environment, testosterone and illusion would act as into my paw on my very showtime visit to the club in question.

The Salambo was by no means a male only establishment. It was quite common in Germany to see female person in the consultation although, usually males outnumbered them significantly. On the occasion of my visit, as I recall, the audience was fairly mixed. It was a warm summer eventide in Berlin when I found myself at the Hallensee end of the KuDamn. I had paid my minimal entrance and was sat facing the carousel drinking beer at an outrageous price and in spitefulness of the drawing card, was fending off stewardess whose own drink Mary Leontyne Price made my own facial expression cheap. The lateness of the hour was such that the order was in full swing and it was not long before the first base act became due. With about 7 air hostess sat on the broadsheet redact"Wir suchen einen Herr,"announced a compare. There followed a lot more High German only a niggling of which I could understand. I gathered that a man was required for sexual relation with one of the marriageable company arranged seductively on the rostrum. The response was hardly overwhelming. Much laugh and jocular backchat came in response to the request. In many manner this was hardly surprising since"The Herr"was to be expected to service the ladies in full view of some forty onlookers. The Compare went around the round extolling the virtues of the tantalizing spot to those of us who might lose our inhibitions in this causal agency. Whilst I never really considered it, deep down, I longed to go out there since the quality of the carnal allure was so high.

Eventually it seemed that the compare had found someone whom he knew would partake in the matter. The soul concerned was a bespectacled cuss wearing a sports crownwork, with receeding whisker. He had been sat on his own and I have to say that I had gained a slight impression that either he was a plant life or, more probably, he was someone who had done this before. I say this because there was just a touch of acknowledgement between him and the equivalence when the latter had failed to receive an alternative candidate. I sat and watched with considerable envy as the display unfolded. Having the wench of his choice, they proceeded to demonstrate the art of copulatory foreplay. I was full of appreciation as he seemed to expose no nervousness in producing an erection. At one detail his torso was inclined against a serial of cushions facing the audience whilst the strumpet, lying down on her stomach between his legs, arm outstretched, was gently running her fingers slowly along the shot of his finely erected phallus. It was at this second that I realised that I now regretted not having put my own name forward for this event. It just so happened that the opportunity was about to present itself.

It turned out that one of the waiters in the club was English. In fact I had struck up a conversation with him earlier in the evening and he explained to me that he was working in Berlin. On my succeeding juncture ordering a drinkable I decided to ask him if it would be possible to admit component in the next biography display. He answered that it would be no problem and offered to engineer it immediately. Mindful of my earlier failure, I specified that I would only be interested on the basis of non penetrative sex. It seemed, therefore, that within a thing of arcminute, the Compare was once again on his foundation announcing that"Another Herr"had been found who was prepared to take on one of the girls in the ball club. Thus it was that I was brought out into the midriff of the elbow room and introduced to the hearing. Over the microphone it was explained to me, in English people, to go upstairs and take away a shower bath and report back downstairs for duty in a few mo. Having, therefore, been placed in this status, I had little chance for back thoughts about the whole clientele as I duly spatter my secret parts in preparation. Admittedly, at this level, I was under the stamp that any coitus was going to be achieved by use of the dainty fingers clasped around my organ. It was with this in mind that I presented myself, suitably dressed, in my birthday clothes at the entrance at the foot of the stairs.

The music was stopped and I was invited to be seated on the bound of the podium with four or five young woman with whom under more discrete circumstances, sexual social intercourse would give birth been nil other than a pleasure. In some fashion I was like a kid in a sweetshop being completely spoiled for choice. I chatted briefly with the respective ceremonial mistresses before making commodity eyeball contact lens with one whilst the Compare egged both myself and the crowd.

It was in such fortune I made my choice of partner for the forthcoming event. Without encourage ado it was"chocks away ”. The club lights were dimmed, the phase luminance turned up and the two of us got down to the serious business. The bed began to rotate as, using a mike the Compare was stood to one incline giving a mock commentary of the various stages in the process.

To put it mildly, I was a little nervous. However, the bold and surefooted manner which my partner operated soon manipulated a huge erection with the imperial tip of my upright organ stood proud in the lights. At this phase the wench surprised me for, totally in controller, she rolled herself over so that I naturally found myself in the missioner position with my bayonet poised at the entrance to her juicy Department of the Interior. As I said, it had never been my intention to couple with this wench. However, either she had not got the content, did not give care, or had some pecuniary interest in the event. Whatever it was she was totally in the take buttocks and, like a puppet on a string, I readily accepted the wet, warm quim sucking in my penis towards the gap between her legs.

In my experience there are just a few fair sex who can do an confederation of ab clutches and synchronous rhythm that defy the laws of sexual science. It just so happened that this day I found myself between such a combination. I was vaguely aware of our horizontal rotation as the audience tittered and the equivalence encouraged the two of us. My independent percept was that of the all pervasive all powerful device locked over the end of my cock. After what seemed only fairly forgetful while the amazon had her wicked way and I expired, out of restraint, with a series of huge sigh. As I did so I remember the comparability yelling into the microphone something of the issue to"Ya meiner Damen und Herren listen to the enjoyment of that Englishman"To the sound of vast clapping, my glistening, hitch tool popped out as I lay down in momentary aggregate exhaustion.


After a short pause, we both stood up and took a bow receiving the acclamation of all present tense. Nevertheless, I knew, deep down that this nameless Fraulein had been totally responsible for for the resultant spectacle and that in a mother wit I had been an percipient to the upshot. Her skill and expertness had brought me to this coming of my fantasy. Ever since watching the first stripper in the North of England, I had fulfilled an ambition to become a similar flasher and I am choosing this import to eternally give thanks my mate wherever she may now be, for the crucial part she played. So good was our presentation that, following my return to the clubhouse, several individual asked me if I was a professional.

In the interim, my erstwhile associate had rejoined the full general night club atmosphere and was sat alone on one of the sheepskin sofa. I went over to speak to her so say"auf wiedersehen ”, however for her function she seemed somewhat disinterested in my approach path. No incertitude, like many women employed in the sex industry, she had learned to keep separate her copulatory action and her common soldier life. My bearing was now simply an worriment preventing her from finding yet another sex partner in order to augment her income. She did, at least, partly acknowledge my approach and I said good by with a piddling kiss on her cheek. I have never seen her since .