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Collected by Djian
updated feb 07 2008

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

RED LIGHT CATFIGHT
by Zola



As the new network controller with special responsibilities in
Europe, Debbi Baldacchino was becoming used to the travel, and this
trip to Hamburg seemed routine to her. The German subsidiary of
her company had asked her to run a three-day training course for
six young trainees. To say that these guys were "nerds" was maybe
too kind. Debbi felt that it would be good for team morale to hold
a small celebration at the end of the course prior to her returning
to London. She asked the advice of the head nerd, Erik, who
nominated a disco that he knew. He had warned Debbi that the place
was in St. Pauli, a rough area of Hamburg down by the docks and
infamous as Germany's number one red light district. But he told
her it was far and away the best disco in town. She was advised to
take a taxi to the door; in no circumstances was she to walk.

Debbi had been kept talking by the German manager after the end
of the course, and so had no time to go back to the hotel before
taking her taxi to the disco. So she was a bit put out on her
arrival to find that she was the first there. She had already
seen that the area looked extremely seedy, with shadowy figures
occupying most doorways and what were quite obviously prostitutes
plying their trade. Not wanting to get chatted up at the bar, she
looked around at what appeared to be a boutique area off to one
side of the club. As Debbi approached, the young woman manning
the counter spoke to her in rapid German and led her to a rack of
clothes at the back of the shop. The clothes appeared to be all
individually designed and were the last things she expected to
see in a place like this. She tried to explain that she would
not have enough cash to make a purchase, but the woman shrugged
her shoulders and indicated a small, curtained fitting area by
an unlit side wall. Debbi was eager to try some of the clothes
on, and so took a small black dress from one of the hangers and
headed for the gloom of the changing area. As she drew the curtain
behind her, she was relieved that the woman threw the light switch,
illuminating full-length wall mirrors. Hanging the dress on one of
the pegs provided, she began to strip off her business suit.

Once she was down to her stockings, bra, and knickers, Debbi
slipped the dress on and looked at herself in the mirror. Turning
this way and that, she noticed that the lines of her bra and
knickers were visible through the dress. Reaching under the hem,
she slipped her knickers off and looked again. That's better, she
thought and, pulling the top of the dress down, removed her bra.
Examining herself in the mirror again, she nodded in approval and
slid the curtain back. She noticed that the little boutique area
had suddenly become quite crowded with a mix of tarty looking girls
and greasy looking guys. There must have been a dozen of them.
She was too preoccupied with clothes to give them much thought,
however, and took another two selections back behind the curtain.

What Debbi wasn't aware of, was that although the side wall of the
shop was mirrored, it was not just the wall! The ceiling was
covered with mirror tiles and those outside the changing cubicle
were getting a superb view of Debbi's strip act through the ceiling
mirror. These folk were mainly working girls and their punters
and, ordinarily, anyone who used that cubicle to try on clothes in
this fashion was advertising herself as a new kid on the block.
The whores thought they had some high class competition. They
watched Debbi strip the black dress off, standing there naked apart
from her stockings and suspenders. She also tried on a sheer dress
similar to a 1920's flapper style, which left her nipples clearly
visible, and another dress that appeared to have more holes than
material to it, although what material there was just about covered
the essentials. All this gave quite a show to those outside until
Debbi decided to dress in her own clothes again and go to see if
the others had turned up in the disco yet. She put her knickers
back on, but decided to leave off her bra for the evening and
stuffed it into her bag. She was conscious of some curious looks
aimed in her direction as she left the boutique area but thought
no more of it.

The club was now packed, and Debbi found the nerds over by the bar.
She began to forget her initial reservations and was having a great
time. She was in great demand and not only danced with all the
nerds from the course, but several other men as well. As the night
wore on, she danced away, oblivious to the glares she was getting
from a group of women near the bar. Debbi's first encounter with
one of the girls was when she made her way to the "ladies" and was
deliberately barged out of the way at the door. Rubbing her
shoulder, she glared back at the woman and went into the toilet.
It was as she came out of the stall that she found the four of them
waiting for her. They barred her way, shouting aggressively at
Debbi in German. Debbi was nonplussed as to what she had done to
upset them, and their heavy Hamburg accents were too thick for her
to get more than a smattering of what they were saying. It
occurred to her that they thought that she was some sort of foreign
rival, and, as she was trying to deny it, one threw a slap at her.
Debbi managed to avoid it and retaliated with a strong shove that
sent the woman flying backwards. Things would have gone badly for
Debbi if the door hadn't been flung open and four of the bouncers
from the nightclub entered. Sizing up the situation, they put
themselves between Debbi and the other women, three of them
bundling the four troublemakers out. They didn't go quietly,
kicking and screaming and spitting abuse at Debbi as they were
dragged away.

Debbi was just about to thank the remaining bouncer for rescuing
her when he took hold of her arm in a vice-like grip and took her
towards the exit of the club. "But you don't understand...," Debbi
pleaded. The bouncer ignored her completely until she was at the
door. "You will wait here for ten minutes and then you will go,"
he ordered. "But the people I came with are still inside," Debbi
argued. "How will I tell them? What if those four are waiting for
me?" she added. The bouncer shrugged his shoulders dismissively.
"They know better than to start anything outside this place," he
informed her. "They'll have gone straight to one of the other
clubs. They need to earn money, and they won't get it hanging
around outside waiting for you."

Debbi waited dejectedly, the bouncer's hand still holding her by
the lower arm. She hoped that Erik or one of the others had
witnessed her ignominious departure and would come to the rescue.

"Off you go," the bouncer told her, looking at his watch. "If you
turn left out of the door and go down to the end of the street,
you'll find a taxi easy enough." Debbi watched the club door slam
behind her and shivered, despite the warm night air. Erik's
warning about the area came back to her, and she hurried down the
street in the direction the bouncer had told her, hoping that she
would find a taxi soon. As she drew level with a dark alleyway,
two women stepped out in front of her.

"There's nobody to help you now," one of them snarled in heavily
accented English. Debbi turned to run and was brought to a sudden
stop as she encountered the other two women from the club, who had
come up behind her. The combined rush was too much for her to
handle, and it became a frantic melee of hands and feet as she was
propelled into the alleyway. Debbi was pulled to the ground and
rolled around with one of them, fighting with all her might. She
felt her jacket rip right up the back as hands tore at her and gave
a grunt of satisfaction as the woman she was wrestling with cried
out in pain and slackened her grip as Debbi's knee jabbed into her
stomach. Taking advantage of her opponent's momentary lapse of
concentration, Debbi rolled to the side and scrambled to her feet.

She made it less than a metre before one of the others was on her.
Debbi had lost both her shoes in the fight and her blouse gaped
open where one of the women had tugged at it and pulled all of the
buttons off. The four tarts hadn't escaped unscathed either. The
one that Debbi had kneed was still on the ground clutching her
stomach, and the boob tube the one nearest Debbi was wearing had
slipped down. Debbi's legs, honed by hours of exercise in the gym,
were powerful weapons, and she caught her in the stomach with a
front kick. The woman doubled over immediately, wretching. That
left two! Debbi tried to flee again, but a strong hand grabbed her
waist band and tugged. With a loud ripping noise, the fastenings
of Debbi's skirt gave up the unequal struggle, and she was left
standing in the middle of a Hamburg backstreet wearing a
microscopic pair of knickers, a pair of stockings and suspenders,
and her torn blouse making a very poor job of concealing her
braless breasts.

The slight delay while the skirt material held was enough for the
fourth of the women to grab hold of Debbi's hair and twist. Held
fast, Debbi was borne to the ground again, wrestling with her two
opponents. One of Debbi's stockings had vanished completely and
the other was just a tattered remnant. As she struggled, her
blouse was lifted over her head, blocking her vision, and she felt
hands tearing her knickers away completely. Outnumbered, Debbi was
clearly getting the worst of the encounter and was fearful for her
safety, when a chorus of angry shouting and the sound of running
feet was heard in the street, and she felt the hands leave her body.

Debbi sensed a growing crowd of people around her as she struggled
to pull her blouse down from around her head. She was also aware
of the sight that she must be presenting, flat on her back with her
legs splayed apart and what remained of her clothing in tatters
around her. It was with much relief that she saw that it was two
policemen who were helping her to her feet, but, just as she was
about to start thanking them, they clapped a pair of handcuffs
around her wrists and began to bundle her towards a patrol car.
Her attempts to explain were falling on deaf ears, but, just before
she disappeared into the back seat of the car, she spotted the
nerds in the crowd who were staring open-mouthed at the sight of
her bare bum disappearing into the interior. Before the car door
closed, she just had time to call out to them to follow her to the
police station.

Debbi spoke a little German and, in the slightly calmer atmosphere
at the police station, made some progress in explaining what had
happened. There was still quite a lot of scepticism from the
police, however, who needed proof of her identification. In the
meantime, they booked her provisionally on a charge of soliciting
and indecent exposure. Not that they gave her any clothing other
than her tattered blouse to hide that exposure as she sat in the
interview room. It must have been half an hour later that the six
nerds from her training course arrived to vouch for her identity.
The police still wanted documentary confirmation and so three of
the youths were dispatched to Debbi's hotel with a policeman to
obtain her passport from the hotel safe.

Debbi cringed as the remaining three students were ushered into the
interview room by the two arresting officers to perform the formal
identification. She tried to hold the blouse together as best she
could, to cover up just a little, but the men still had a very
enticing view. The identification seemed to be satisfactory, but
then there was a burst of high speed German conversation that lost
her. Erik became the translator to explain. "They believe your
story now, Debbi, but there are still procedures that have to be
gone through, since the paperwork now shows a provisional arrest.
By law, all those arrested on charges of prostitution have to
undergo a full medical examination to prove they are free of any
deceases."

"But they know I'm not a whore," protested Debbi. "They know, but
the computer doesn't, and it will only authorize your release once
the examination has been completed."

A clear thinking Debbi would have seen through the shallowness of
this argument. A clear thinking Debbi would have demanded women
officers perform the procedure. A clear thinking Debbi would not
have believed that it was necessary for the three nerds, who were
legally confirming her identification, to be present at the
examination in order to verify that all correct legal measures had
been taken. But, after the events of the evening, it was not a
clear thinking Debbi who found herself taking off the remaining
tattered remnants of her clothing and getting up onto an
examination table in an adjacent room and fitting her ankles
into the strategically positioned stirrups. A "doctor" had been
summoned, who shone a powerful torch between Debbi's wide open
legs, inviting all present to confirm the absence of any nasty
rash, before snapping on rubber gloves for an internal cavity
search. By the time that Debbi had been turned onto all fours and
a rectal thermometer placed up her arse, the other three students
had returned with Debbi's passport and were shown in to the
examination room to tell her the good news.

Debbi remained nude while the final paperwork was completed, but
when it was finally time for a taxi to take her back to the hotel,
Erik offered his jacket, which at least covered the top half of
her body. Despite that, it was still quite a revealing and
embarrassing walk across the hotel lobby to pick up her room key
from reception. Debbi made a firm resolution that she was going
to have to be a lot more careful on her foreign trips in future.
She had to get out of this habit of getting into such trouble!

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