The Polish Affair

Except selfcontrol.

There was so much control, back then, in The Peoples’ Republics.

What was the name of the place, now…?

Wrocław.

North of Prague, South of Warsaw, a place time and wars had passed by. Or so it seemed, even if reality differed a lot from perception.

Poland had been under martial law for around two years now. She knew that. So it could not surprise her, when on the old city hall square they demanded to see her papers.

She was sick and tired of showing her papers, and she felt playful, tempted to take a risk for fun, and perhaps more than that.

Also, it was a wonderfully sunny day of May, and she’d put on this small pink hat – the one making boys wonder if she was a fragile flower or a libidinous lady, the one meant to tease men to find it out.

Last, but not least these two militzia-boys in their greygreen uniforms looked quite good, even if their hats were ridiculously huge for their heads.

She spoke to them in English. Which they could or would not understand.

‘What is it you want from me?’

She did not speak Polish but understood it well enough as the greyeyed one repeated that they wanted to see her papers.

With stars in bigbrowneyes she arrogantly tossed her longthickdarkhair around, smiled a tiny glimpse of her white teeth, and spoke in German.

Same question.

She could see that now she was understood, perhaps fully.

‘My papers?’ she said with a shy smile, ‘are in my room at the hotel. Now, if you’ll go with me there…’

Still she was uncertain about this.

She could have made things very clear to them very fast; why she’d not done that she did not quite know.

Silly girl!! she said to herself.

In her room, she flashed flamboyant feminine smiles – sassy - to the boys; both of them her own age, or a little younger – early twenties.

Throwing herself backwards on the bed she repeated the question,

‘What is it you want from me?’

As if she did not know!

They understood all right.

At first with some concern and caution.

With halfclosed bigbrowneyes she listened and understood most.

Greyeyes said something like, ‘Let’s just fuck her, look at her papers – if any – and beat her up before we take her in.’

To which Greeneyes replied, gently and firmly, ‘Well, she seems to want sex; and I think she’s lovely and hot – why not leave it at that?’

‘You a traitor, comrade?’

‘Pawel, if we’re going to take her in,‘ she liked the firmness in the voice of Greeneyes, ‘we’ll just take her in! No more, no less.’

For a minute or two there was silence.

She was anticipating, and feeling annoyed that she’d just be taken to the police station. Naturally she could and would prevent that, but she’d hoped that, well things might happen.

‘All right, fine’, greyeyed Pawel agreed.

She nodded, got up from the bed and started to undress.

‘So, who shall have her first?’ Pawel asked.

Deep in her mind she laughed at this! Of course Pawel should have her first, so she could concentrate of caring more for Greeneyes whom she’d already almost fallen in love with.

But naturally she said nothing (just went on undressing) – it is a big advantage of a foreign language that you’re not known to understand it!

‘Well, why should anybody be first,’ Pawel went on. ‘She has two mouths, doesn’t she?’

She did not adore this Pawel guy very much. But the idea was – well, inspiring.

Her only concern now was whom she’d prefer to fuck her where.

Even if she of course knew that that was not for her to decide.

As she removed her very last bit of clothing she held Greeneyes spellbound with the dance of her halfclosed eyes.

Then she lifted her hands, so her firmfull breasts became even more tempting; and while she started plaiting her longthickdarkhair she was faintly aware that her nipples were erected.

Still holding Greeneyes firm, still plaiting her hair, she stepped to the other guy, Pawel, and pressed her body against him.

Some scent of cabbage, garlic and cheap after-shave.

But also a good, hard erection there, making itself respected even through the thick, nicelyrough uniform trousers.

She smiled softly, and winked to Greeneyes.

He gulped.

She felt like laughing but did not.

Then – for just one moment – she looked down to find something to tie around the plaits.

That she should not have done!

The spell broke like a mirror smashed by kicks of heavy boots.