50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 4

I checked the clock for the 20th time during my shift so far, cheering up when I saw there was only an hour and a half until closing.

The bar was packed tonight, given that it was a special occasion. Germany's soccer team was playing Estonia tonight for a spot in the championships, and nearly every inhabitant of our tiny town of Füssen had packed into the bar this evening, to cheer on our team during the game.

The owner of the bar, Karl had stocked the shelves with our most generic beers, slapping premium brand prices on them. I couldn't blame him though, as it was the most business we'd get until the next big event..and God knows those were rare around here. Besides after an hour, customers were already so drunk they could drink piss and not know the difference.

Karl encouraged me to look and act as sexy as possible, handing me a barmaid costume that was two sizes too small, pushing my breasts up and exposing the curves of my thighs, adorned in fishnet stockings and complete with chunky wedges and pleated hair. I was literally an embodiment of a stereotypical German girl but I was not complaining, given the number of tips it made me.

I had already run to the backroom 4 times tonight, just to stuff all my cash tips from my apron into my purse. The other girl working tonight, Seraphina, had left an hour ago and I was solely cashing in on the late-night drunks who often didn't even realize how much money they were actually giving away.

I felt a hand around my waist and a kiss on my cheek. It was just Karl, who was pretty tipsy himself and smiling from ear to ear. "Angelika, good news Germany won! The more games they play in the finals, the more business we make! We almost ran out of alcohol tonight, can you believe it?" He shouted a German victory saying and took another shot, going to join in the celebrations with the patrons.

I smiled, wiping the counter down and exchanging some flirty looks. It was a good night and I felt very proud of our team.

I leaned on the counter, gazing into the crowd of cheering people until my eye caught a man sitting alone at the end of the bar. I had never seen this particular man before, which was definitely strange considering there were only two bars in the village, and plenty of thirsty people. He was a peculiar looking man, and had interesting features that gave him away as a foreigner.

I silently stared at him peering down at a notebook, a half-full beer in his right hand. He was an older man but looked strong and sharp with his intelligent, slightly squinted eyes, tan skin, Roman nose, and soft lips. He had a head full of hair, which grew in a few directions, was sprinkled with a bit of grey, and mostly sloped across his forehead. He was wearing a light blue button-down, with the first few buttons open and exposing salt and pepper chest hair..just the right amount to turn me on.

He had a pretty serious expression on his overall handsome face, no smile or hint of friendliness. He reminded me of a scholar or professor of some kind. I wanted to know what he was reading..what he was thinking.

Putting a warm smile on my face I walked in his direction and leaned on the counter diagonally from him so as to make my presence clear but not intrusive. "You must be an Estonian" I joked.

The man looked up at me, staring directly into my eyes with that stoic expression. "What makes you assume that?" he replied in an American accent, clear as day. His voice had that kind of deep tone that mostly belonged to ex-smokers.

I'd only met three Americans in my entire life, and was excited to have met my fourth on this special night.

"Well, you're sitting all alone instead of celebrating Germany's win" I said, chuckling. I didn't let his cool demeanor and brisk tone scare me off so easily.

He looked at the rowdy though waning crowd, as if realizing he was in a public place for the first time tonight. "Ah, I see. I don't really follow the sport, to be honest."

I nodded, wanting to carry on the conversation just so I could hear his voice more. His tone was so confident and charismatic despite his less than friendly exterior.

"So may I ask sir, what brings you to this tiny German village bar on a coincidentally important night if it is not for the football?"

He looked up at me again, this time giving me a brief once over. "Well, I wanted a beer. And somewhere to write."

"Oh, is that what you've got there? What are you writing about if you don't mind my asking? So far you are the most coherent and sober person I've met tonight" I said, propping my elbows up on the counter and resting my chin in my hands.

His features slightly softened when I inquired about his work and he straightened up a bit. "I'm writing a lecture that I'm presenting as a guest professor tomorrow at the University of Berlin. I've traveled here from America, where I teach at Stanford University."

My eyes widened, mostly in shock at the coincidences of life. "I am a student at the University of Berlin! You know what's strange, in my Financial Economics course tomorrow, we are expecting an American guest lecturer. Professor Lehman, I believe his name is. Apparently, he is a famous and well-respected educator in the United States. Do you happen to know him?"

The man was smiling fully at me now, highlighting the handsomeness of his face even more. He extended his hand out to me- "Professor Lehman. It is a pleasure to meet you."

To Be Continued...

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I arrived the next day at lecture early, finding a seat in the very front row. Professor Lehman was already there, speaking jovially with a few other professors as he set up for the lecture. He was clearly a charming man, the way he made the others smile and laugh. It seemed as though they were holding onto every word that came out of his mouth.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I watched him. He was so well postured and handsome. I wondered if he'd recognize me when we made eye contact. I certainly looked different from when I was at the bar and was dressed sophisticatedly but still chic, with my hair brushed and loose instead of in those girly braids.

"Angelika? Since when do you sit in the front row. And what are you smiling at?" My friend Irina said, sitting next to me. She tore off a piece of pastry and offered it to me. I smiled and kissed her cheek to greet her.

"Look there, our visiting professor for today."

She took a good look and smiled coyly at me. "He's handsome. You have a little crush, no?"

I blushed and took another piece of her pastry.

"Oh yes, you do. You always liked the older ones" she said, clucking her tongue humorously.

"I met him yesterday, he's so intelligent Rin, and charming too."

"Met him? Where?"

"At that bar, I work at on weekends. I was dressed like a slutty German girl, it was so embarrassing." We both giggled.

"Well, I'm sure he was the one embarrassed. That outfit is hot."

"Yeah, I bet he won't even recognize me without it," I said.

"Hm, well it seems to me like he recognizes you," Irina said.

I immediately turned my head and found Professor Lehman staring at me. We made eye contact instantly and I smiled, waving politely.

He smiled back, but kept his hands in his pockets, looking at both me and Irina. Someone called his attention, and the eye flirting ceased.

"That was weird. He was totally checking the both of us out" I said, nudging Irina.

"Oh come on Angel, that's normal with American men."

"What is?"

"You know, wanting threesomes.." she whispered.

"Oh yeah, and just where did you hear of such information?"

"You remember when I visited New York last year. It's all I was hearing about, threesome this and threesome that. It's a very popular thing there, pretty fun too."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a crazy girl."