North Sea sin E-Book

Michael Feldmann

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 106

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

This is the first time, one of my books is translated into English. It's a creepy crime novel about an elderly lady, who identifies herself with Miss Marple. Let's say, she would like to be the lower Saxony version of her idol. What happened to Camilla, a young girl from Poland, who tried to start a new life in Germany? Her disappearance is just a beginning.

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Michael Feldmann

North Sea sin

A case for Meta Larsen

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

A small part-time job

Enough for the day

Meta Larsen

A loyal dog

Where is Camilla?

A dazzling idea

Meta intervenes

Matjes in use

A mysterious meeting

Maike and Thelma

Riddles upon riddles

Finally at our destination

A Lost Angel

Fire and another corpse

Meta in danger

Lots of evidence

The police, your friend and helper

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A small part-time job

North Sea sin

Camilla shivered. She didn't want to wait for hours for suitors. The holiday season was over and the occasional sources of income from lecherous locals or workers of the wind farms who had a few days of shore leave did not bring the desired financial injections. She looked around in fear. During the holiday season, the old fishing cutter harbour, which had been shut down for years, was very busy. The business of love for sale was always going on.

Even though she was glad that there was no competition on this cold November evening, she still felt uncanny. What a contrast to the months when she easily made 12 punters a day happy; and this despite several other professional whores or, like her, occasional hookers.

With the reward for her work as a mobile caregiver for old people, of which there were plenty here on the coast, she could not afford to make any big leaps. Certainly, life on the North Sea was far more luxurious than in her old homeland Poland, where people lived from hand to mouth in the countryside; but here, too, she had quickly learned that life was not a land of milk and honey. The Peters nursing service from Moordorf had been her first point of contact in Germany. As a trained nurse, it was easy to get a job, even if she had made the spontaneous journey to the promised Germany without any knowledge of German. Even now, after a good year, there were often still language problems, but the Polish accent also gave a certain charm.

Shivering, she stroked her tight black leather skirt, which seductively emphasized her slim figure. She pulled it down a little so that the shiny garment covered the top of her provocative vinyl high heels. Truly not recommended clothing for a cold November day on the North Sea coast.

It was Camilla's day off. Although she had been waiting for sex-hungry punters for over 4 hours, the working hours in the part-time job had been rather unsuccessful. As a rule, it could only be taken with rubber, but the horny bucks still put a note on it if they didn't have to put on a praeser. Outside of the holiday season, however, this was not necessarily an issue. The locals, who often had to drain juice outside of marriage, were not willing to spend a lot of money. As a rule, most East Frisians who used sex for sale only paid for the bare necessities. Therefore, a hand massage or a blow job was often the highest of feelings. Today had so far only brought in € 170.00. The first customer, an old man who could potentially have been part of her nursing tribe, was only too willing to pay for manual labor.

Even though Camilla got involved in a lot, in this case she was glad that the old man didn't want a blow job. She crouched down in front of him so that her face lingered exactly where she could have worked best with her mouth. She unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down with her underpants. A foul stench came towards her. She had to choke slightly. Her hand reached for the wrinkled penis. Normally, even the € 50.00 was too little for such an imposition. She wanted to get it over with quickly. The tiny genitals, which hardly changed their shape due to their skilful massage movements, secreted a few yellowish-looking, sticky drops after a short time. The old man trembled all over and moaned softly. He wanted to pull Camilla's head towards him, hoping that she would now let her mouth work as a free bonus, but she stood up immediately after the work was done. She pushed a pace from her black vinyl handbag, which matched the outfit, which she carried across her shoulder, to immediately wipe the sticky spots off her hands. Then she sprayed with disinfectant, which she had also stowed in a small dispenser. She nodded to the old man, who was still moaning with his pants down, and disappeared a little further. For them, the action was done.

After this action, which had only earned her a ridiculous € 50.00, she briefly considered whether she should rather watch a series on Netflix at home. Wrapped up warmly on the sofa in her cozy blanket, she could spend the rest of the day and relax a little. The job wasn't easy, even if Camilla never moaned. She had taken care of her mother who was suffering from cancer around the clock in Mragowo, a town in Masuria, for over 2 years. Working at Peters, on the other hand, was a walk in the park. It had been difficult for her when she had to turn her back on her scenic homeland, but she wanted to start a new beginning after the death of her mother. The hope of a loving German husband, who was also financially well-heeled, was quickly dashed. She had registered directly with Tinder after her arrival in Norden, but that had been a complete failure. Her dream of becoming Prince Charming was quickly over. The men she met there were mostly married and just wanted to snack. In principle, it had been the same thing she was doing on the side, but it had been free of charge at the time. Due to her lack of German skills, which were very pronounced at the time, she was only seen as a free sex toy, where language didn't matter anyway. Olga, a former Czech colleague from the nursing service, had given her the idea of the harbour strip. They had once talked about their love experiences with German men during a coffee break in the company. Camilla had accepted the tip thanks. Olga, on the other hand, disappeared a short time later after she had started an affair with Hauke Peters. Since the business was run by Hauke and his wife, and the two were caught one day by Gretchen Peters doing an anal quickie in the office, Olga got her immediate dismissal. Hauke had been given a second chance by his wife. A separation from him would have meant the end of the business.

It was slowly getting dusk. Camilla hated the short daylight in the winter months. She looked around again, torn from her thoughts, for the old suitor, but he had already disappeared. A car came towards her with bright headlights and stopped close to her. She knew the vehicle. Norden was not a big city and the men who got lost at the harbor were not necessarily people from outside.

The driver's side window moved down evenly. Camilla's eyes had to get used to the darkness. She saw only the silhouette of the man in the fat Mercedes. Then the interior lighting in the vehicle was switched on.

"So alone here?"

A short pause passed. "When I look at you like that, I get cold myself. Feel free to warm up in my vehicle and make Daddy a little happy."

Camilla cleared her throat briefly. In front of her stopped Wielf Claassen, a tax consultant and notary from Norden. It wasn't the first time he'd visited this place. Certainly he had often made use of the love services of other ladies, but she had also had the pleasure several times. He knew exactly who she was and what she did for a living, but of course there was a bid at the old port. Anyone who stayed here for sexual practices, whether hooker or punter, did not want to be recognized. So there was no fear that one of those involved would make a big deal out of it. If someone were blackened, you would pillory yourself.

"The usual?" Camilla looked a little lustful, even though it probably wasn't visible in the dark.

"The little leather hooker recognizes me. You seem to remember my cock well."

Claassen grinned and started playing around with his pants. Camilla heard the zipper, which was probably slowly pulled down.

"Do you have condoms with you? You like me to sit on your club, don't you?"

Claassen opened the passenger door inviting. Camilla shivered. A pleasantly warm air, which smelled a little of menthol due to the small humidifier on the rear-view mirror, came towards her.

Claassen was a very handsome businessman, who was always dressed as if he had come out of an egg. His wiry body was tucked into an expensive Italian designer suit. There was only one catch. He, too, was happily married, if you could say so.

His smile could enchant. He was the type of man she would have had sex with even without money, but there were principles in her part-time job. It was okay for the punters. After all, they weren't on a dating show here at the disused port.

Her gaze wandered downwards. The hard cock bobbed lustfully out of the open trouser stall of the suit pants. The balls, which were clean-shaven, were pressed off a tight cock ring made of silicone.

"Unfortunately, I don't have much time today, but I also don't have the nerve to. It should be enough for a blow job with your wet tongue, even though I appreciate your riding skills very much. But I would like to take a little more time for that. Rides take time."

Camilla had made herself comfortable on the noble leather seat on the passenger side. The seat heating emitted a pleasant warmth.

Without her being able to say a word, the notary grabbed the back of her head with his elegant leather gloves and pushed her forward. Her lips touched the fleshy glans. What a difference to the old man, she thought, and began to gnaw lightly at the pleasure piston with her white teeth. Very lightly and then a little harder. Claassen liked it. He pressed the back of her head forward so that she quickly felt the hard boner deep in the base of her throat.

"Come on, little leather. Make Daddy happy. I know how much you like hard cocks." The lawyer played lustfully with Camilla's head. His hands, which surrounded the back of her head like massive clamps, manipulated her movements so extreme that she automatically jumped back and forth again and again. Tears ran into her eyes. In principle, she didn't like this kind of blow job. So far, Claassen had never been brutal, but this style of play was frightening. He didn't notice it. His moans got louder and louder until she felt a short pressure in her throat and a bitter taste spread in her mouth. As a rule, she did not swallow sperm, but this situation left her no other chance. She needed air and had to swallow. The white cream disappeared into her throat. The pressure on the back of her head eased. Automatically she sat up straight again and wiped her lips.

The tax consultant saw the tears in her eyes.

"Was I too rough for you? Excuse me, but due to your cool outfit and the idea that you swallow my cream, I lost a little control."

He grabbed a Kleenex from a small can in the center console and wiped his glans head. Then he carelessly threw the soiled cloth out of the driver's window, which was still open.

"Here, I hope that compensates you a little."

A moment of silence set in, interrupted only by the rustling of the two banknotes.

Camilla wiped her moist face and humbly accepted the money.

Wielf grinned at her. He didn't care if he had put a shovel too much on it. He liked the slightly harder pace, and if he paid for it, he thought he could ask for more. After he had put his now limp love whip back into the open fly and pulled the zipper closed, he held out a chewing gum to the leisure hooker.

"The way you just sucked, I assume you love the taste of men's protein, but I'm a gentleman."

Since she didn't react, he took the elongated, mint-smelling chewing strip out of the packaging and held it in front of her lips.

"Open your sensual lips, just like you just did."

Without saying a word, she did as she was told, and the Spear Mint chewing strip disappeared into her mouth.

"It's a shame that I'm already taken. I think the two of us would be a good team. I like women who use a brisk hand. Especially since you're young and crisp and have that irresistible accent."

Claassen looked at his expensive Tag Heuer watch.