Uniform Stealing Board

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THE GATE

Erika Kreuz stood at the main gate of the institute………her hands crossed over and placed near her rather flat tummy……….right over her sensibly lengthened blue skirt
She was stood to one side of the access road; she had no wish to draw any undue attention to herself………..
She was trying to blend in……….staying out of the way of any normal traffic or any casual observer that may recognize her and ask what she was up to………..
So had chosen to stand patiently within the grounds, near the guardroom……..
Erika was feeling far from patient………..

Outwardly she was calm and very pleasant to look at, her pretty face was all charm and very disarming to anyone she would chance upon her…………
And Erika wanted to chance upon one woman in particular……….
Inside she was pent up and keyed up………..her adrenaline flowing………..just the same as if after a run, a game of volleyball or a session at the gym………..or even a swim
Erika liked to keep in shape………

She had already been for a three-mile run before breakfast……..she had had to do something energetic to dissipate the sexually charged energy flowing through her lean body
The emotional and physical surges always became more intense when she let herself become inactive………….
Her mind and body were always in a frenzy lately, especially so after her secret and nocturnal forays………
She now constantly ached between her legs………
After her panty raid earlier that morning, carried out in Fraulein Richter's quarters………she was like a volcano ready to explode
During that raid it had been the first time she had actually taken something from a room………

This morning was cold, slightly overcast………
During her run in the early hours, the nearby woods had been saturated by a low hanging damp mist………….after all, the running track was near a small lake………..
The sky was grey with a low cold base………
It was Autumn and Winter was approaching fast……..

Hence why Erika was looking rather chic in her blue uniform cape………..draped over her slender shoulders, tied off on her upper chest…….
Erika was looking gorgeous……….no one would ever suspect the darkness festering deep inside her
She looked almost angelic………
It would be a future prominent tool within her arsenal of intrigue and deception……..
Her dark fine hair, with a tint of brown was brushed back high on her forehead……….held in a ponytail by a red hairband……….
She was a Communist Angel after all……….

And most eye catching was what was on her head……..
It was not only the lady instructor’s that had been issued headgear……..
All the students had been issued natty and sassy looking blue side caps……….they matched the uniform
Erika wore hers at a slick and tilted angle on one side of her head………..almost ‘Partisan’ in its effect
And it made her look stunning…………especially when combined with her rather hypnotic and piercing dark eyes………
She wore no makeup……..it was against regulations
They were allowed studs to decorate their ears……….small, cheap and unpretentious items……….but this morning she had deliberately not worn them…….
She had a mind to obtain something new……….from someone else

Erika was decked out in her uniform which as per usual it was smart and crisp….….
Complete now with her cape and natty side cap of course………
With the spruce red neck scarf complimenting her thin neck………..
The pressed white shirt………….the longish and loose-fitting blue skirt………her bare white knees with her white long socks just below………
Her grey flats with the straps over her feet…………

She was the very image of the sort of new socialist female youth that the institute and therefore the State wished to produce and advertise………
And also, very adolescent looking………...naive and innocent, virginal
Erika was the very specimen of beauty and feminine allure……….in a nice and pure way of course

As stated, it was rather chilly………and Erika had only worn only her shirt……..
This morning, she did not want to wear too much in clothing……….after all, and hopefully………they would all be coming off very shortly…………
The less time she took in undressing the better……..

A gust of wind blew in……….crisp brown leaves eddying around her feet…………
She shuddered for a moment…………but she did not care, she was focused
She expected the girl to arrive at any moment…………..

Unfortunately, her choice in just wearing a shirt physically showed upon her very adult looking torso…………
Erika, for all her efforts in remaining anonymous was being observed………
She was well aware of the fact…….in this case it could not be helped, she had to endure the furtive glances……
She was very conscious that she was being ogled by the eyes of a male……..and Erika was not sure if she enjoyed being so………..
Luckily it was the Police………….and he was on duty………....
It was quite plain that the male Police Guard had noticed her bulging shirt………..
And why not……..
She would have if it concerned another woman…………..

The institute was guarded by the VoPo…………the Volkspolizei

After all, it was a state run and financed facility……….generally isolated from the machinations of the general public……….who tended to stay away from its walls, distrustful and even wary of what went on within and behind them……….
The old habits of ‘One’ minding their own business and turning the other cheek did not just disappear overnight………..

He was young………in his early twenties…………
He stood not far from Erika, after all it was his duty station…………outside the snug looking guardroom
He looked imposing with his SKS Carbine slung over his right shoulder, his head adorned with that very distinctive and Prussian style police helmet or shako…….the old and familiar Tschako that any grandfather would instinctively respect……….
He wore a field grey greatcoat buckled round his slim waist……….a bayonet frog hanging from his side
Field grey breaches and polished jackboots……..he looked more like a soldier of times past……..the insignia was nearly the same, just a lack of eagles, crooked crosses and more of the hammer and sickle this time round………
The only item missing in his official dress was the absence of the time-honoured coal scuttle type steel helmet………
That………...would have confused everyone on who they were now labouring for………..

But still, Erika also sneaked a peak at him from time to time……..she had nothing else to do as she waited
He was not bad looking, he looked thin and trim in physique………..a chiseled jowl……….he possessed manly features, if she was to describe him…………handsomely rugged she supposed
But Erika was not interested in men……….not yet anyway, but in time she would learn that they could and would provide a valuable service………..and a very personal service it would be

Because he was on duty he was not allowed to engage in conversation with the pretty girl standing not too far away from him………
Unknown to Erika his name was Ernst………
And Ernst had wanted too……..
Boy, and did he want to chat her up………..he was good with the patter when it came to the ladies, or so he thought………………..
Little did he know that he had no chance with Erika………..he was not her type, or sex either come to think of it………
Instead……..…a very frustrated Ernst had been reduced to just silently watching the young woman……….stealing long glances at her………..
It was all work and duty lately…………and quite frankly he had had enough……….he fancied a good role in the hay………a little release

When she had approached the Guard Room he had smiled pleasantly, and why wouldn’t he and enquired her business……..
She had a cracking smile, piercing and searching dark eyes……….she looked cute in that side angled cap set jauntily on her head, and then there was the cape, and that was when he saw her full and rather pleasing chest……….
Erika had stated that she was waiting for a courier from the Ministry of Education………….she was the escort
He had called the Sergeant of the Guard……….fat Muller was on today
From there Muller had taken over………
That fat bastard had been very charming to the young lady……….a side to his character that he or his equally junior colleagues never experienced…………
Sergeant Muller had escorted her inside……….a bit like a sleazy uncle in Ernst’s humble opinion, he had noted those thick sausage fingers touching her waist as he led her through the guardroom door………
Dirty old bastard……..

When the girl had reemerged a short while later she had taken up a position on the other side of the gateway opposite………….
She looked fine, not flushed or distraught……….her uniform still neat and in place………unlike that baker’s delivery girl about three months ago………somehow Muller had decided that the girl required a full search before she could deliver her bread……….
Ernst knew that this one was alright……..
Muller had enough sense not to try anything on with her, not a cadet at least or a female staff member either………
Old Fatty Muller was a survivor………it went around that he had survived the Eastern Front…….and had actually lost some weight there………that Ernst found hard to believe
Mullers type lived off the land……..and would normally suck it dry………

He had smiled at the girl opposite and she had smiled back……….

He couldn’t take his eyes away from her large tits………and he had tried
The girl had only worn a light full sleeved shirt; the shirt was taut over her chest……….and it was cold
The very predictable and natural physical reaction had occurred……….
He could see her nipple’s protruding from under that shirt, the illicit view of a white bra too………...and did she pack a pair……….the fabric showing stretch lines, stressing those buttons that held it closed………
He wished that they would somehow pop……….revealing the confined soft treasure buried underneath……..
She had a thin waist to……….wide hips and those thighs would no doubt crack his back if they were ever clamped hard around him……..
She had been graced with great long legs….……….those long white socks looked rather cute, but they were not his kink……..he was more of a stockings man himself………..
He was aware that he was getting a little stiff within his trousers……….
He tried to distract himself by turning his attention towards the main entrance………..
But it was not helping much……….

Erika was well aware that she was being ogled, leered at or lusted over………and surprisingly she was enjoying the attention………
It was quite obvious that men found her attractive………and she suspected that the instructor Margaretta Ziegler was also interested in her, that woman’s eyes had been all over Erika last night……..
Plump or not, Erika was likewise attracted to her………
But Erika suspected strongly that that liaison was not to be………for Erika had chosen a dangerous path that would no doubt set them both on different routes in life…….

And Erika was feeling good right now in herself……….even a little flirtatious, a little sexy……….
After all,……..on this morning she was feeling extra confident, her self-esteem second to none………..she was a little cocksure………..even with a man
She knew the Police Guard kept looking at her tits……….and she encouraged him to do so
She arched her shoulders back therefore pushing out her sensually curved bust……..
Her hands and arms now behind her back………..provoking him to look
Her one knee extended at a jaunty angle……….like she was at parade rest

With that she enjoyed his discomfort………the frustration he must be feeling
And why all this sudden overt and sexual exuberance on her part……..

It was because Erika was finally wearing the absent Lorena Richters bra and panties……….the ones she had stolen earlier that morning……….
And Erika felt wonderful wearing them both………a real woman’s brassiere at last, real looking and soft feeling panties……….

After her earlier run around the lake………she was hot and sweaty, breathing hard…………but her secret desires and urges and not been satiated……….
She needed a piping hot shower but was still eager to be done and back in her room……….there was still a burning desire to be back behind that closed and private door………

The shower room held five cubicles………..there were no shower curtains attached to the rails
They had not been fitted to the rails for a purpose………..and it was not for the sake of just denying them all privacy as they showered their young and nubile bodies………..
There had been a suicide once………..a long time ago, and it had involved a shower curtain

Erika had divested herself of the dressing gown…………hanging the garment up onto one of the hooks provided fixed in a straight line………..placing her washing kit on the wooden bench set against the white tiled wall……….
She was now naked………just like the only other person currently in the shower room
There had been a girl already in the next cubicle……..lathering herself up in the hot steaming jet of water………
Erika had given the expected greeting and the usual friendly pleasantries………she had received a gurgled reply; the showering girls’ eyes were closed……….but this time Erika was secretly taking note on one her colleagues………it was the first time that she had done so………..or maybe the first time that she had been aware of doing so………
Erika had finally realized a naked truth about herself………...and the pun was intended……….

The truth had finally dawned earlier in the week……
Especially after her close bodily encounter with Monika Koch……….the close and intimate hug had meant more than just female bonding……….
And then it was her recent raid for underwear………..and shoes
The result………Erika finally accepting on who and what she was…………

She could not resist a peak at the naked back of her classmate………
The sloping bare back……..the curve of her spine…………her slim waist expanding to her bottom….……her round and juicy bare wet buttocks, the enticing slit between her cheeks
All wet and lathered in soap……….
The nicely shaped legs…………
The blonde girl was shampooing her long shoulder length hair……….her eyes closed facing forward……………
As she kneaded and massaged the shampoo into her hair Erika noticed her ample breasts swaying in unison……….
It was a novel experience for Erika………… as she had never been interested in her classmates in that way before
The worm had certainly turned for Erika Kreuz…..

Erika decided to move on and shower herself…………she had a mission to start
Today was the day where she took control of her own destiny………
She would not be directed by the choices of others…….
If she failed, she would take the consequences……..satisfied in the knowledge that at least she had tried

The shower had been good…….
So, satisfying and distracting that she had failed to notice her colleague depart……..
No one else had entered………after all, it was rather still early, well before reveille

Erika had disrobed in her room……..…her skin now bright pink from the heat of the shower…….
The showers flowed with a good and hard pressure…….piping hot in winter……….ice cold in summer
She felt refreshed…………..and very clean………
And for a female………..any woman…………there was nothing like stepping into and strapping on fresh clean underwear on an equally hygienic and sanitary pink tinged body……….

And this morning’s dressing ritual promised to be something special………..
She was acting like the guilty should………..conscious of the waking building all around her, the slamming of doors…………the chatter in the corridor outside as the rest of the girls visited the ablutions………
She had looked over her shoulder, like someone was going to barge in and arrest her……...completely naked, ready to begin her masquerade….……….
Erika, with her loose breasts swaying, and the curve of her buttocks expanding as she swifty and suddenly bent down……..
She had been standing near her bed………she needed some things that had been secretly stashed away…….
Erika slipped her hands under the thin issued mattress and lifted it up
She then retrieved her ill-gotten undies from underneath where she had secreted them…….
The mattress fell back flat……….
She lay both white garments on the bed………..her eyes sparkling with excitement
Naked and eager to try them on……..

Firstly, Erika selected the white and shiny polyester panties, her fingers tingling………her thumb and forefinger pinching the waistband on each side where her hips would naturally sit……….
She gave them a flick……..…opening them up………the shiny fabric fell free with the shake…….ready for her to slip them on
She lowered the panties, her back bending……….placing her bare feet forward ready to step inside…..
She gingerly stepped into the leg holes…………savoring the image that Fraulein Richter had been the last person to do this same exact thing………..
She pulled the panties up her legs and thighs………easing up the springy waistband until the elastic audially snapped on her skin…….
Erika’s hands were now gliding over the shiny seamless and white polyester, shimmering in the bright light of the overhead ceiling bulb……….her hands sliding over her pubis and her trimmed and now invisible triangle of brown short springy hair………….
She was ensuring that the front and back panels of the panties covered her groin and buttocks appropriately………….
Her legs parted as she ensured the crotch sat straight between her legs…………once the home Lorena Richter's private parts, now Erika’s vagina felt just as welcome……….
Erika’s hand sliding up over the curve of her stomach……….pulling the panties into place around her thighs and hips……….
She ensured that the cute little white bow was centre over her belly button………now buried under the soft and shiny material……….
The panties felt secure, but not too tight………they felt perfect, high on her waist, fully encasing her rump……….
A real woman’s knickers at last………

Erika was not disappointed either in her very sordid choices and expectations …….
Erika could instantly feel the difference in the delicate material on her soft skin and around her nether regions……….
Wearing Richter’s panties differed so much from her usual cheap cotton affairs……….that either bunched up or pinched, and usually chafed between her legs…….
All that time engaging in perverted research had not been wasted……….
The panties felt so light………….
She felt like a real woman already…………..

Erika became conscious of the weight off her own chest………the usual pull and tug if she was not attired correctly
Her breasts being bare, uncovered……….unsupported. and she was a girl that required lots of support
She had a good breast shape even without a bra……….but still, they shook and wobbled of their own accord as she moved around the bedroom
Although big busted Erika’s nipples were small and brown………….her small teats pointed and erect……
They tended to have a life of their own unless restricted and compressed…….
Erika was ready for the bra……..

Erika plucked the white bra from the top of her bed by one of its shoulder straps……..the U-shaped band left dangling in the air
She stood up straight………..she felt like it was Christmas………….she was tingling with excitement
A real bra……..a woman’s brassiere………floral, laced………decorative and very feminine in its design
She placed the bra in front of her naked body………..noting the floral decoration on half of the convex cups……..the adjustment sliders on the straps
The rounded cups faced forward……………
Erika slipped her arms through the shoulder straps………..
Once loose around her breasts and draped from her shoulders she reached behind her back and connected the hooks to the clasp centred on her unseen back………
She tugged lightly on the band……..…her chest quivered
She did so with the ease and practice that only a female could achieve……….
The bra band had of course stretched over time……….its previous owner had given the garment much use
Erika finally located and selected the hook that felt tighter on her back………she gave the thick bra band a gentle tug around her ribcage………..and connected the hook
She now made to scoop her breasts………..making sure her plump flesh was beneath the underwire support
She gently bent forward now…………beginning to adjust her breasts within the cups……….making sure they were completely inside, filling the white cups from the sides, top and bottom…………making sure the underwire support did not pinch………
Erika ran her hands along and under both shoulder straps………..ensuring that none were twisted or digging into her skin……..the straps were certainly not sliding off her shoulders………

Erika was startled for a second……….her head shot up……….her figure frozen in the act of adjusting the purloined bra…….
Her loins layered in another woman’s waist high panties
Someone had shouted right outside her door……..there were two of them…….
Then girlish laughter………
Then the sound of them both passing by………maybe heading to the ablutions…….

Erika breathed out in relief………then she quickly thought so what if someone came in
She was just a girl caught in the act of getting dressed……….
Only an instructor may have noted and asked why she was wearing these………and not the normal regulation underwear
More to the fact……..they may have demanded on where Erika had obtained the rather ‘Civilian’ looking undies……..
Ziegler certainly would have noticed………the fat lesbian whore……….but she had disappeared for now

She continued with her furtive task of slipping on the stolen undergarments
Erika then padded over to the small mirror sitting on her dresser top…………the mirror was small but could be angled for a better view
She did so eagerly………..hoping to see a reflection of herself, even though the view would be limited
Her gaze was immediately rewarded………..
At first she was not sure she was seeing herself…………but she liked the image being reflected back

Her hand slid to her neck and then along her upper chest………
Fingers touched a bulging bosom with a deep cleavage; her breasts were being squeezed together within the cups ………..after all it was a plunge bra………with half laced cups……..white swirling flowers……her skin visible underneath the white mesh……….her lower breasts fully encased
Her finger slid along the underwire support below the bulging right cup………
The cute ribboned bow set between the cups……….
White straps cutting into her shoulders………
She cupped her tits, pressed them together and jiggled them …………she giggled in girlish delight………..

She released her bosom………..her breasts swung to either side, adopting their natural position………..
The bra band around her torso and ribcage felt nice and secure……..

She could not see her face………just part of her body
Then Erika experienced an image in her mind, a thought that most normal thinking women would find rather weird………..maybe even a little disturbing………..
But not in Erika’s lonely, isolated and make-believe world………..what she was thinking she found erotically stimulating………..tantalizing………..and unquestionably sexual

Richter had the same sized bust and chest as her, that was quite obvious, her face was another story
The absent woman had the same round and very pleasing bulging shape……….it was Richters bra after all
Erika could be staring at her right now…………like this, just in her underwear
She visualized Lorena Richter getting dressed every day, in the supposed privacy of her room that Erika had violated many times………..
And now Erika was doing so in the woman’s own underwear……….it was a delicious form of deceit and outrage that made Erika ache inside…….
She wanted more of this……..of that she was certain
Erika could pass as Lorena Richter’s body double………..and definitely in the dark with the lights off
Any male sharing her bed would never know the difference………..maybe only when he tried to kiss her, if they ever bothered………
Richter’s mouth was never her strong point in male lust and need………unless it was engaged in the dark on the nether regions of the male anatomy……….or unless engaged deeply between her own legs Erika had briefly concluded………………
And even then Richter would be forced to do so……..she was not one of them………
Therefore, it was not to be……….

Erika reached for the mirror and tilted it forward and downwards………..

She saw her white clad and tightly layered groin and waist, the high and full backed panties were almost like a second skin……….seeing the curve of her own pubis underneath the shiny polyester and not Richter’s fanny……..a flat stomach lay under these very sensible and very white panties, no evidence of her trimmed pubic hair……….just a glimpse of the seam of the gusset between her own legs, the gusset caressing her now, and not that of the cuckolded Lorena…………that sassy bow on her waist………
Erika flicked the elastic waistband………there was the sound of that pleasing snap on skin……..
All so soft……..so light on her own skin
Lorena Richter must have experienced the same sensation on herself……….and likewise taken it for granted
Erika had lusted for years, eager to know what those women wore under their normally tight dresses and skirts as they had pranced around taking classes……….their arrogance in their rank, their power over them……
Never realizing that they were all being studied……..sized and measured
And know Erika knew…….…it was more than that………she was feeling on her own body what they must have felt………...and endured
She had always wanted to dress and act like them……..to mimic them all
The base notion of the intrusion into another female’s private life was almost beyond description….
It was an awareness and desire that she would neve forgot from this day on……..

Erika……..now clad in her first layer of costume quickly got dressed into the rest of her normal uniform

Thanks to Lorena Richter she could face this new world with a little more confidence………..whatever was coming she could face it like a real woman……..
Hence the reason why those who saw Erika early that morning saw an increased bounce in her step…………a genuine smile on her face……….
She was pleasant to everyone she had met…….
She had a spring and dance in her gait as she went to the dining hall for breakfast, somehow she imagined it would be a long and complicated day, she needed something hot inside her although the butterflies in her stomach told her food was not a priority right now ………….
She nodded sincere pleasantries to everyone she encountered on the way…………leaving her room, outwardly she looked the same as any other morning……..…but underneath her clothes it was a different story altogether……….
As she quickly navigated the downward trajectory of the stairwell her large breasts hardly moved at all………..something her customary, dispensed and shoddy cotton brassieres were really bad at coping with………

When she had left the dormitory there was no sign of Ziegler or Voigt…………predictable as usual

She almost skipped out of the grey barrack type building and down the steps…………
It was a grey morning………very early
She however, felt superb and fresh………….ready for the day ahead
Her comrades had admired her happy go lucky spirit………..on a day when most of the girls were nervous and anxious on what the future had in store for them all………

Erika had consumed a frugal breakfast……..just oatmeal porridge, hot rolls and a glass of water and a cup of steaming hot tea…….
She had no great appetite on the best of days………especially not this morning but she had felt better after consuming it……..
Plus, she had needed something else other than food from the mess hall……..
She had borrowed a certain item from the facility………..something that would come in handy later……

In the present, she was outside at the main gate…….
Erika’s right hand was then inside one of the pockets of her loose-fitting blue uniform skirt………her fingers feeling the outline of that long metal object she had stolen from the dining room…….
Otherwise, she was waiting patiently at the main gate………

Her other very important task that morning had also been completed…….
She had deposited her expected assignment well before noon…………she had wanted to be early at the gate…….she knew the time the she would be arriving thanks to Monika…….
She had reported to the administrative Building as instructed……….the albeit destination of the hopefully inbound, unwary and very vulnerable Fraulein Schreiber

Erika, at first had slowly sauntered into the building………after all, she belonged there
She hoped to return soon, but appearing rather different………..and hopefully unrecognizable as she looked right now………
The lower floor was busy……..
Her footfall not as loud as the various women wearing heels on the marble lined floor……..all going about their official business………
No men were employed within the heart of the intuition………
Erika was all smiles, her breasts unmoving as her well-built legs strode along with a sense of purpose

A wooden table and chair had been set up off to the right of the staircase Erika had bounded up on Tuesday, when she had visited Monika Koch……..
Sitting behind the desk was Frau Weber……..Claudia Weber in fact
The Frau Direktorin’s personal Secretary……….
All their assignment papers were handled directly by the Direktorin personally………….she was an important woman.
In her own right and to the Party…….
Hence Frau Weber………was the indirect personification of the Directors power………..

Claudia Weber had honey brown hair……styled and waved, it cascaded down to her shoulders
Probably in her late twenties or early thirties……..in was hard to guess exactly
She was attractive………radiant in fact
One was drawn to those huge limpid eyes, with the thin eyelashes……..
A small and petite nose, likewise her ears that had been adorned with pearls……
There was the smooth flow of features………with a graceful smile and thin lips, layered in tasteful pink rose lipstick…….all complimented with the uplifting effect of her high cheekbones and jawline……….
She wore little makeup………..eyeshadow and lipstick only, Claudia Weber did not need much to enhance her looks
Erika knew that she was married……..or had been, so had never seen her outside of her official capacity……

And Erika had never seen Claudia Weber smile……..not once…………or talk much either, and she was not renowned for having a sense of humour………
Everyone addressed her as Frau Weber……..like it was a rank of status
She was a serious woman………who worked directly for the head of this institute and was therefore not to be trifled with………
Even the seconded female military officers were respectful and wary when dealing with her……….

As she approached Erika noted the dark navy-blue dress the secretary was wearing……….
Long sleeved and buttoned up at the front……….buttoned up high on her chest………….no evidence of a necklace being worn around that long, soft and unblemished neck…….
Although not as large in the breast as Erika, Frau Weber was a decent size herself……..her dark blue dress sported a healthy rounded curvature………
Very briefly Erika stole a peek at the woman’s legs under the table…………
Her knees were pressed tightly together……….
Weber would never leave her slip showing……..Erika was sure of that; her attire was always immaculate
Erika was attracted; she had nice legs too…….
Frau Weber had chosen to wear a very light black nylon over her legs………..
Her feet sporting open black and shiny high heeled shoes…………her feet were slim and small

Just the type of outfit Erika tended to admire on a woman……..and would have liked to wear herself, regardless if Frau Weber had been wearing it first…………..
Erika secretly hoped that the anonymous Paula Schreiber had a similar taste in clothes…….one could live in hope

Standing next to and on either side of Frau Weber were two females acting as sentinels……..
Obviously present to mark the importance and solemnity of the event….
Both were dressed in uniforms………
One she knew all too well………

The ever present and threadlike Hauptmann Feldhof, wearing her natty service cap, low over her brow……….her face pinched and severe and looking far too serious as per usual………
The horrid Sow……….
Taking herself too seriously would be better to describe her current posture
Feldhof was a poor specimen of womanhood
Not much to look at and get a good grip of……..with a dour outlook and a personality that made her appealing no one……..the opposite sex too no doubt
But when in uniform she tried to intimidate others when wearing it…….as if look at me, look at who I am……..
Arrogance and condescension just because she wore a uniform……….overbearing and nasty to others
Erika knew her better; this was a girl from the farm, the slum or a factory……….trying to make good at the expense of others
She could see through the thin veneer of authority by knowing what she wore underneath all that field grey………
Erika knew Hedwig Feldhof very well indeed while the woman herself knew her just as a name on a roster………a face in the crowd

Erika felt like giving her a cheeky smile, a wink and a nod that she knew something special, a secret………
Some kind of insubordinate and despicable remark………just to see her ratty eyes go wide
Maybe on how did her uniform feel on her this morning, was she comfortable……….or are those lacy French knickers giving you grief Darling………..
Or what about………..
Oi Hedwig……..are your small tits and nipples sore from just wearing that all too see through and overly sheer peek a boo brassier………..
The thin and skimpy one, tucked away and hidden under all the others less controversial
The one that makes your insignificant teats rub up hard against your shirts………..all because she secretly wanted to be a ‘Tart’…………..used and abused……..…that would be the day
Erika felt like smacking her in the jaw………
Just to say something lude and just as shocking would be so satisfying…………just to get the reaction of outrage and shock……….
The rewarding result of seeing Feldhof’s mouth dropping open in astonishment……..her mind racing ‘How in the hell do you know that’……….

After all,………
Erika was very familiar and very intimate in how all those garments felt in one’s hand and face, there were no secrets between her and Feldhof, who like an idiot was oblivious to all of Erika’s transgressions against her……..
Why, just that same morning……….much earlier in the wee hours……….Erika had been handling a small cap that was identical, but had belonged to another woman………..a colleague of Hauptmann Feldhof………Richter’s service cap

Erika had nearly succumbed to temptation then and there in Richter’s room.
She had always wanted to wear one of their uniforms……
She would have looked much better decked out in that military rig………..of that she was sure
There was no time for fantasies right now………..
Instead, she marched up to the table, ramrod straight……..chest out
Nevertheless, the eyes took in all around her……..

The other unformed female was one she had seen only occasionally………..this one was assigned another class; hence she was quartered in a different accommodation block………..luckily for her………and more so luckily for her clothes and undies……..
Erika did not even know her name………..but she would have liked too……..her appetite for wearing other women’s clothing was voracious………..
Especially the new ladies she encountered………

The female wore the rank epaulettes of a Leutnant……….this time it was the Air Force
The style and cut of the uniform was very similar to that of Feldhof and Richter's Army outfits………
The female Airforce uniform however looked a little more feminine in design……..more like that worm by an airline stewardess……….
And that simple analogy made the young’s woman’s clothes very attractive and desirable to Erika’s very warped perceptions and roving eye……….
She looked natty, smart and appealing too…….her hair was a dappled blonde, her face a diamond in shape………blue eyes there, maybe a light grey, blue grey eyeshadow………..a light red lipstick, blusher and powder on her face………
Nice thought Erika………trying to imagine how she would look naked………she a decent figure by the look of it
The unnamed young Airforce officer also wore her service cap at a more debonair angle…….it was a side cap, and not the pillbox style sported by the bitch Feldhof………..
The very soft, and doe eyed Air Force 'Bit' looked very cute........her body very pliable if it were allowed

The uniform skirt and tunic were also a sky blue and not field grey, tight on her body………likewise her shirt underneath was an even paler shade of blue with a black tie tight at her throat………her collars trim and neat
The skirt was shorter than the Army issued equivalent………making it easier for Erika to sneak a peek at her legs…….
Erika could see her nylon sheathed knees……..
The female’s stockings being a heavy denier in grey………..topped off with black service shoes the same as Feldhof's……..

Erika decided she was a petite little thing………..and well proportioned
Just a little red lipstick………..
A nice curve to her chest…….
Healthy looking legs and thighs……..good hips

Erika did not have enough time to scrutinize and gawp any longer……….she had done so far too long already……..even though her sordid inspection had taken no more than ten seconds………
Maybe it was the all too eager and lecherous look in Erika’s dark eyes that had alarmed the ‘Soft chick’ in uniform…….
The Airforce ‘Bint’ had angled her head at Erika……..as if to say ‘What are you looking at’………she had even briefly broke her pose and had looked down at her state of dress……..was there a stain or button missing……….a tear in her stockings……..

Erika ignored the Airforce Officer’s confused inspection of herself……….
Instead, she came to attention right opposite Frau Weber……..
Erika still the outwardly the ever-dependable slave and robot to the state………

A very unsmiling yet strangely even more attractive face looked up at her…………
Those eyes…….the light rose painted lips…….
Erika ignored the two female officers………as was expected

Erika barked out……….

‘Kreuz Erika ………..20004756……….reporting assignment complete Frau Weber’
And from under her arm, she retrieved a manila envelope………
The envelope was embossed with her name and institute number……….and was sealed

Frau Weber extended her long-nailed hand……..
Erika noted a diamond ring………..the pink nail varnish
Weber was not looking at her as she took the thick envelope…………
She was checking a list of names and had retrieved a fountain pen……..
Nothing was said……….
Erika noted another envelope on the table already there…….she thought she would be the first
Frau Weber ticked off her name……….placing Erika’s assignment on top of the envelope
She just had time to make out the other surname on the envelope that was not her own……
She just had time to make out the name……..even though it was upside down to Erika from where she was standing……
She could make out the name though………and it had caused her to grind her teeth under a tightly closed mouth……..
It was ‘Aberbach’
The fucking cunt……......the bitch was always infuriating Erika in some way or another
She was frozen to the spot………
Her delay in smartly turning about face was noted……..
Feldhof broke the spell……….

‘That will be all Kreuz………await orders somewhere else’ she snarled……….

The skinny self-important shit had barked with that scratchy and annoying voice of hers…….
Erika nearly bit back……..
Oh……….put a sock in it………or a good tight gag would be better

Erika, her complexion paler now, still facing front sharply returned the expected reply

‘By your command Ma’am’

Her tone also a military type bark………but less annoying and womanlier in tenor and character

She turned on her heels…………and marched out
Her stride confident…………and why not……….Fuck Aberbach………
Erika had a plan that would top them all…….
The written assignment was just pieces of paper…………it was not action

As she neared the door Erika was smiling……..…more of a vicious smirk really, her face looked like thunder……..her eyes dark and menacing………
Her mouth closed pinch thin………her jaw set………
Erika’s fists were clenched tight at either side of her now marching body……..
A secretary type on her way in……..a middle-aged woman in a long coat, a leather bag slung from one shoulder……….brown stockings and heels………..gave her an odd look……..
In fact, the dark-haired woman, styled in a nice bob actually took a wide birth of Erika……..foe a moment she was alarmed

There was an angry young woman if she had ever seen one………

Erika did not even see her……..as she stormed past
Her assignment was not over by far………………..

THE UNWITTING PAULA SCHREIBER

So, Erika Kreuz was standing outside the Main Gate……..on this rather dull and chilly day
The VoPo guard standing opposite………trying to make out that he had no interest in her tits…….and was failing badly………
Erika was started to think ‘Where was she’……….
No one else had arrived or left…….
Most of the staff and cadets were at lunch……….or back in their rooms
Had she cancelled………had Erika missed her, no, that could not be………this was the only entrance……
Surely the woman had not entered through the trade or service gate……..
Or had she……..
Then……..Erika stood a little straighter
She had seen something at the bottom of that dark tunnel…….
Erika finally saw movement……….
She checked the cheap aluminium wristwatch……….it was something that a boy would wear……..
The small hands stated it was 12:25………..

Erika had seen the lone figure enter and approach through the wide and high tunnel constructed through the walls of the gate house……….
Even then, from a distance she had noted the exaggerated and bobbing walk……..it was definitely a female approaching

The main gate had been designed in the fashion of an old German manor house……….although the perimeter walls themselves had been constructed of Saxon red brick………obviously repaired over the decades as there were patch marks where large holes had once been…………
For instance, the large patch behind Erika, a whole section of the wall where the colour of the bricks did not match………..
Unknownst to Erika, back in the day, a Russian T34/85 tank had rammed through the wall with its main gun reversed…………followed by a group of sex starved Red Army Infantry……..
That was a day best not remembered……….and hence, why Erika and the rest knew nothing of it……..

Otherwise, the Main Gate or the Gate House was a rather ornate and traditional affair………..it was very pleasing to the German eye…………comforting to know that some things never change……….
Whoever or whatever may be in charge at the time……….

The tunnel was rather dark inside, especially with the amplified natural backlight at its exit, shrouding the approaching figure…………
A silhouetted figure could be seen approaching, difficult to make out with light………
But definitely a female………..or a very convincing drag artist
The figure approaching must have encountered the two sentries posted at the entrance………and had been allowed access……..
This female was obviously expected…….
The clip clipping of the females’ heels could now be heard getting louder…………
Erika loved that distinctive sound of female heels on a hard surface……….it indicated that this woman was wearing high heels……..
Erika liked that………
This woman was definitely being hindered in her stride………..she was probably having difficulty navigating the cobblestones in her shoes………..
Cobblestones were a renowned killer of ladies’ heels………
The female was taking short steps………….
Erika could discern that she was carrying what looked like a briefcase……….

The guard moved closer to the approaching figure………his carbine still slung……….after all, it was obviously a woman approaching………
He obviously detected no threat to himself or others………and why would he

The red, white and black striped drop arm barrier was still down……….there was a concrete path that channelled any foot traffic towards the stone and wood guardroom………..
The guard room looked more like a game warden’s lodge………..which was the original aim of the long departed and forgotten architect…………

Erika came forward………..following and not far behind the guard, but she gave him a good distance
Not to close……….she wanted a good view of the approaching female………
She wanted to give her a good sizing up………
Her heart was pounding a little, her mouth a little dry………she even forgot, for a moment at least that she was wearing another woman’s underwear, something she had been constantly aware of……….which had so far thrilled her all day………..

This was it……….
Erika had been waiting and planning for this one to arrive all week……….and she hoped that her expectations would not be disappointed……..

She heard the guard call out
‘Can I help you Miss’……..he had a good voice too, a little husky
Not too harsh…….nor weak either

The female finally walked into the full light of day……….slowing as the guard approached
She had a small black card in her hand…….
Erika noted instantly that she was wearing tan gloves……..
Initially, at first glance Erika was a little disappointed………
The young woman standing there was no Claudia Weber………neither a Lina Aberbach, not even a Monika Koch………
But then she stilled her rather overly high expectations…………..her imagination and constant fantasizing had run away on this one……..
The young woman looked rather normal……….and so did her clothes

Erika had to remember, even with her limited real-life experience……..that everyday normal girls on the outside did not have access to some of the luxuries that these rather pampered and corrupt Party Primadonna’s had access to……….
Hyena’s most of them, and could equally strip a carcass clean, especially those bitch instructors……..just out for what they could get……….and more………

Maybe all these women on the outside where somehow different……..
Nice navy-blue dresses in the French style were not always available at the local ‘Univermag’ department store……..
Well……..there was only one way to find out………
And unfortunately for her this young woman she was it……..

Erika quickly reassessed her ‘New Walking Wardrobe’………
The woman had not noticed her yet……..she was distracted in dealing with the VoPo officer…
Erika took this time for her eyes to take her all in………

The girl……..and she was young, not much older than Erika……….well under twenty-five Erika would have guessed……
At a distance she looked older, but that was because of the rather conservative clothes she has chosen to wear that day……
But up close she was youthful……..
Just what like the ever helpful Monika had said……..they normally sent the office juniors on tasks like this……..
The age difference was not that great……..no one would know the change there, once in her clothes any stranger would assume that Erika was Paula Schrieber………….
And this must be her…………
Only an acquaintance or any family member would know that Erika was not her………..and as far as Erika knew the girl had none within these thick and sound resistant and aged walls………….

But a difference there was………

Erika and Schreiber were worlds apart in general looks……..but not so much in build
Erika was fitter in physique, leaner………the girls was not fat by far, just soft………..and looked very pliable

The girl approached the guard………..she was looking up at him, holding out what looked like identity papers……….
The girl was talking to the guard…………who had taken the identity book……….

Erika was studying her soon to be ‘New Friend’…………
The girl had a long face, longer than Erika’s profile……….a larger nose too and larger ears……
She was not ugly………….normal would be the term that Erika would have used……..
A normal looking young woman of average looks………definitely feminine in appearance and build

So had thought Ernst the guard actually……….but no one would know that……….
After all, he liked the ladies………

Erika leered at her intended victim………
One day, she would make someone a good and homely housewife……….a doting mother of his children……….a good German House Frau
Not for Ernst though……....the cadet standing behind and waiting, the one with the big tits and cracking body, with a face like Cleopatra was more his type……….
But Erika was off limits to him………
Just trying to talk to one of them let alone touch one and that was it………you ended up in big dark hole somewhere……..

And that was Erika's’ main problem…….
And that was that she was so stunning herself in looks………..her beauty this time was more of a hindrance than a benefit………..

But still……….the girl only had to allowed in……….
Erika would do the rest………
The girl wore a little make up, or maybe more……….she kept moving her head, thwarting Erika’s attempts at getting a good look……….
The girl’s full lips were definitely bright red………
Erika thought she had applied some powder to her cheeks………..was that rouge……….

Erika edged a little further forward………without making her movements obvious

The girl’s fashion looked a little dated………an outfit more suited to an older woman
Still……….her clothes were smart enough…….
Just not as chic and carried the same as those on Frau Weber’s body…….
Erika had observed straight away that the girl had been wearing spectacles…………
Good………...they would break up Erika’s more superiors profile………
Glasses always did……..
She had remembered that from one of her counter surveillance classes………..

The girl’s hair looked to be set in curls, or waved………maybe, probably shoulder length if left free
It was hard to be accurate……….
It was set artificially short right now as the hair had been pinned back and up at the back of her head……plus something else was getting in the way
And the hair colour was different from Erika’s……….who was a very dark brown, with a reddish tint
The girl was more of a light Mahogany in shade……….her hair being lighter, but not by much……….and Erika had no curls or waves……….her hair was fine and straight………

But yet again the girl had inadvertently assisted Erika………as with her wearing specs

The young woman had chosen to don a rather vintage Pompadour Beret, it was pinned on the back of her head……….like the spectacles, the hat would hide the difference in hair colour………..
And assist Erika in disguising her natural look…….

Erika’s keen and ill-intentioned eyes roved……..
The young woman’s clothes were brown in colour………..a light brown in a pin check tweed
Those being her skirt and suit jacket………….
The jacket was buttoned up……….after all, it was rather chilly………..
It was padded on the shoulders…………with flared collars………..synched at her waist, and ended on her hip and stomach…………..
The suit jacket had no pockets………either real or false

The girl was not as flat stomached as Erika was ……….she was not fat either………
It was just that the skirt she wore must be belted high on her waist………and was tight too………following the curve of her stomach, down and over her hidden groin and thighs……..
The skirt followed the contours of her hips…………..down her thighs and upper legs…………the hemline ending just below the knee………..
The ladies’ suit, although dated………..was quite smart and conservative…………
Ideal for the office…..……..or for a special trip like this one………
Who knew except the girl who was had decided to wear it that morning..……….
But on reflection Erika liked it……….and she intended to do the skirt and jacket justice

Erika inched forward again……..towards the guard room
Were both the girl and the VoPo officer had gravitated……..
The guard was now at the sliding window……..
He was smiling down at the visitor………..
With his spare hand he slid open the white framed glass…………
He stuck his head just inside and called out………avoiding smacking his Shako into the frame

‘Sergeant’…………he called

Erika took note that the visitor was wearing a blouse under the pin checked suit jacket………..a light cream or ivory in colour……….the material looked thin, possibly made of rayon……………
There was no evidence that she wore any jewelry around her neck……….the blouse was up high around her neck……….being adorned at the front with a bow and ruffle

No one from inside the guardroom had come to the window
The guard shouted louder this time……….

‘Sergeant Muller……….’
He looked at the girl……….gave his face a jocular look and shrugged his shoulders
He was not the officious type at all………

Erika came even closer; she was level to the guard……….
She was thinking hard……….would the girls shoes fit…………

The guard. Ernst was about to call out again when a head appeared at the window…….

‘What the hell do you want Private’
There was an emphasis on the word Private…….a tone dripping with annoyance and unconcealed anger………

There was the face of who must be ‘Fat Muller’………….
A man in his mid-forties………bristles on his shaved head………..almost a Buddha type face with porcine eyes……….
It looked as if Muller was just finishing chewing something………and was struggling to do so
His face was flushed and perspiring………
Ernst backed away from the sudden smell that had assailed his nostrils………
He surmised that old Fatso was scoffing those liverwurst and onion sandwiches again………
Erika could also detect the pungent smell………..but did not flinch
Unlike the girl………
The young woman obviously noticed and her look of disgust said it all……...her made up face in a grimace……...a gloved hand waved quickly back and fore under her nose………
Fat Muller noted the insult…….and the look on the girls face

Good she thought on seeing the Sergeant of the Guard acting so……..
It was lunchtime for most of those living and working within the institute, she was hoping that most of the population were likewise scoffing like this pig at the dining hall or eating their lunch within their offices………..
Monika Koch did so………..and she was hoping old Oscar Thomas was doing right now, rather than being sat in his small office down in the basement of her accommodation block……….
It was a Friday too………..the afternoon, maybe he had clocked off early and gone for a beer and snack at the Taverner nearby……….
A lot of the staff went there on a Friday………..especially those unformed tarts that had lorded it over them all……….
But most of them were out of town……..

The female visitor, by the pinched look on her face was equally non impressed by the odour of the fat Sergeants breath………
She was probably thinking how disgusting and repulsive he was……….
Muller noticed the young woman……….
He already knew what business Erika was there for………and besides, she was one of the untouchables………

His smile came across as slimy and sleezy…………his pig like eyes absorbing as much of the young woman as could be viewed from inside the window………
Muller hoped that there was no liverwurst or onion stuck between his teeth………as if that would have made him any more attractive to the opposite sex………

His voice was deep and gravely………one used to authority and giving orders
He was not impressed with this one’s display of contempt when she had seen him………she looked a bit haughty too, too much so for Sergeant Mullers liking……….

‘Can I help you Miss’ his eyes still dancing over the girl’s chest……….
What the hell………..she wasn’t bad looking in his book, a bit of stuff was a bit of stuff after all…….

The girl stood a little straighter………..her shoulders back………
Her chest enlarged a little under that suit jacket…………
She was about to announce herself………….and the authority she represented……..
Muller knew the act…….
So did Erika……..
And Erika was watching her movements with interest……….and taking notes

The girl had also shifted the leather shoulder bag, which strap graced one shoulder of the padded suit………
Erika noted once more that she was wearing tight calf skin gloves over her hands………very smart
Her one arm in the L position…………her gloved hand resting on the shoulder bag itself………..
In her other hand, hidden mostly from Erika’s view, at her side was the brown government issued leather briefcase…………

The girl cleared her throat………and in a rather pompous and shrill female voice announced

‘I am here on official business Sergeant, Bureau 2B, Statistics Bureau, Ministry of Education’ she paused there……..giving both the Sergeant and the private an egotistic smirk
It was like she was saying ……….Take That !

With a flourish she added

‘My name is Fraulein Schreiber. I should be expected Sergeant’ her chin raised itself with a renewed sense of self-importance……..
‘Do check’

Erika could not help thinking that she was going to enjoy this……….
Erika was stealthily getting closer to the girl……….as the others were distracted in conversation

The girl’s voice was rather high pitched, annoying…………
She was rather bossy sounding from one so young………….something older people naturally took umbrage too………
And Sergeant Muller did take umbrage to that tone………..
And so………to use time honoured language of the soldiery through the ages………he had decided to Fuck her about……….

He looked at the private, turning his head away from Schreiber………trying nor to smirk, he knew what was coming……..
Plus, Ernst was a getting a peek at her arse……….well on view inside that tight skirt………….

And Muller had seen him doing so……..again, so did Erika

‘Identity book’ Mullers hand shot out to the private through the window……….who handed the book to his superior
Muller looked at Schreiber briefly
‘I’ll just check Miss’ and disappeared into the gloom of the guardroom once he had her identity book…….

Fraulein Schrieber’s gloved hand reached out it protest………..her voice quite conciliatory and pleading now

‘Hey……….I do not want to be late’ her brown calf skin glove had reached out towards the window……..
But, there was no sign of Muller…………
Schrieber’s face looked quite annoyed now………her cheeks reddening still further under the rouge……
She exclaimed to no one in particular……….
‘Oh really……..it really does beggar belief’………..
She was ignoring the officer………..
Erika was doubtful that she had even realized that she was there………

Schrieber was fuming inside………..
Bloody Police she was thinking………always making life unbearable for ordinary people………
And Paula Schrieber classed herself as not being ordinary……….certainly not were she worked and who for………
Did not that fat Sergeant understand who she represented………..
Paula Schrieber was an ambitious young woman………she had worked hard and played hard to get where she was right now………and she had not finished climbing that ladder yet………..
She fidgeted……..dainty womanly movements……..
And this Fat Man in uniform treats her like she is nothing………..
She had decided then that she did not like his attitude………upon returning to the office she would get the department to lodge a complaint against him……..
And that will teach him in the future to treat his social betters in a more appropriate manner………to show some respect for people on serious business of the state……
She smirked to herself……..
Yes……that will teach the fat oaf
It was then that she caught the younger one……….the Private Policeman looking at her………or was he, he was not looking at her directly………..
Then she caught on what he was staring at……..
He was ogling her chest………….
Her makeup laden face grimaced, her eyes fiery………she shrugged her shoulders in and turned her body away from his leering stare……….she was now facing the guard room window
‘Really’ in a tone of general disgust was all she could manage……..
Now she was being visually molested……..
His name was going into that complaint too……….

Ernst did not mind her turning away………
He lounged back a bit against the guardroom exterior wall………
He had a better view of her arse now, well worth a squeeze…………and the vertical lined seams on the back of her dark stockinged legs in heeled shoes….
After all,………….he liked his women in stockings………..and this one was wearing them alright……
She had a decent shape……..big mouth though…………
And then he noted that cadet with the big tits…….
He had neglected her………
She was in view now, she had edged herself towards the group………..and what was she up too……..

Erika had come in close to her intended………

It was then that Paula Schreiber became aware of a presence next to her, to the rear of her right shoulder, she just sensed someone was there……..………on her right and far too close for comfort………
She Sharpley turned her head, and jumped a little when a smiling face filled her vision……..
Her eyes wider behind the spectacle lenses, her eyes slightly magnified………

Erika noted hazel-coloured eyes………..which had narrowed now in annoyance after regaining her composure

What now thought Schreiber….…..this stranger was invading her personal space
Schrieber reflectively shied away………
It was some strange schoolgirl………
In Schrieber’s mind that is what Erika appeared to be……..

‘Do you mind’ she hissed in rebuke………
Obviously disconcerted on why someone was standing so close to her………

‘Sorry’ Erika said hurriedly………
And took a few steps backwards…………it was time to act, be compliant, non-threatening
In short being a rather dim-witted person, easily cowed……..

Schrieber still looked at her intensely, with suspicion………waiting for an explanation on what she had been doing……….
The young woman’s eyes flitted over Erika……..
Her eyes narrowing as she saw this was no schoolgirl………
Erika’s large bosom held in her newly acquired supportive undergarment was testament to that…….
She was also extra annoyed in the fact that this girl who had might as well jumped on her was really good looking…………
Far more pretty than Paula Schrieber could and would ever be……..and she knew it, but she would never let on so……..
Her defence in these situations was to be smug and pretentious………..it normally worked with these working types…………

And that fat idiot had still not come back……..she briefly looked for movement within the office……
Nothing……..she was going to be late if this carried on……
Little did she know that Sergeant Muller was in his small office out of view………finishing off his last sandwich and a mug of real coffee……….
He fancied a beer…….but he never drank on duty…………maybe later, after the shift
Paula Schribers identity book remained unopened next to the telephone on his desk…….

Schrieber now had this prancing pony to deal with, dressed like a kid……….her natural priggishness and arrogance kicked in………..
Like she tended to do……..she vented her frustrations on others she deemed inferior to herself………

‘What were you looking at anyway’ her tone very demanding, being like an order, not a request and far from friendly
The girls’ chin was up again, haughty ‘are you dim in the head or something’
Schrieber’s gloved finger went to her temple and started to rotate quickly………trying to say that Erika was some kind of lunatic………

Erika did not react; she pretended to look sheepish……….a little embarrassed
If that is what Schrieber had deduced then that would be fine……..
The woman would not realize her error until it was too late…………..

Erika, like a teenager would pointed down towards Schrieber’s legs………her feet actually
It was time to mix some truth with a little acting skill……..
She was good at amateur dramatics ……………..

‘Well…….it’s your shoes actually’ and Erika now pointed to her own sad affairs

And Erika had been looking at Schrieber’s feet……………..like the rest of Schrieber
The woman had sheathed her legs in taupe shaded nylon………..the stockings a dark mix of grey and brown…………the weave being semi sheer…………the stockings were a good match with the tight tan and longish skirt………..

But the shoes Schrieber wore were a revelation indeed…………
They were all Erika could have hoped for and more………..better than what those instructors wore………..superior maybe to what Weber sported on her feet……..
A very dark brown leather, highly polished………..the vamp of the shoe was low and open on her foot revealing her taupe layered skin and ankle exquisitely…………..the shoes had a pointed toe box, the heel breast was high with a very curved pitch which in itself created a very elevated insole.
That was why the gait of her silhouette appeared slow and awkward when seen in the darkened tunnel………the cobblestones, the tight skirt on her thigh and legs restricting her stride……....and these high heels…………
Erika had noted her exaggerated, awkward and stunted style of walking…………
It was either that tight skirt causing her to do so or Schrieber was not used to wearing those shoes………..

But Erika was smitten with footwear…………they were shoes to die for………….and Erika badly wanted to wear them
That is why she had gotten far too close to the woman…………something Erika was normally careful to avoid
She was desperate to gauge the size to that of her own……..

Erika had been sliding her right foot forward……….seeing if there may be a match in size
In her eagerness and lusting desire, she had overplayed her hand……..in this case her lamely white socked foot……..
Schrieber had therefore turned on her………..obliviously suspicious of Erika’s motives on why she had been so close………
Erika’s movements did nor come across as normal………..

Even the Policeman was looking a little perplexed, and a little amused at the catty banter……….but he saw no threat………
All Ernst saw was two females being female……….like a cock fight………..they were both jostling for position……..
Both of them deserved a poke in his book though……..he still preferred Big Tits………but he liked the arse on the nasty shit…………curved and juicy under the tan skirt……….and those stockings and heeled shoes were sexy as fuck…….
He tried to imagine her just in her underwear………and those must be suspenders………
His trouser pants were reacting again…………
Still no sign of Muller………he really was giving her the runaround

Erika had been quick in her answer…….
She knew that she was dressed like an oversized school girl, so she pretended to act like one………and a little dumb one at that……..
Her large breasts helped………
She guessed that Schrieber expected some kind of slow-witted, big breasted country bumkin………and Erika would provide……..
Anything to lower the woman’s raised guard……..

Still pointing at Schrieber’s stylish and sexy shoes she sounded like a teenager
Her tone that of a teenager in awe……..
‘It’s just I like them…..that’s all’ she stammered ‘I was just………’
She was pointing at the women’s shoes……….

Paula Schreibers relaxed her posture a little, her hand moved away from her shoulder bag’s stud or flap which she had instinctively protected………
Fearing at first that she was going to be robbed, even here with the guard present………

Her face relaxed………but was still full spite
In a condescending and mocking tone, she blew out from long face, heavily layered in powder and blusher……..
‘Good grief’
These places where all the same………full of brainwashed weirdos and idiots………
No wonder nothing worked in country……….

Schrieber gave a puzzled look….
‘Who are you anyway’

Erika gave a docile smile and nodded, ready to please
‘Comrade Kreuz…….I am your escort to the Administrative Centre and the Frau Direktorin’

Schreiber’s round mouth opened……..her bright red painted lips trembled a little
Then it closed again……..
Her eyes flared………..
She raised both arms in consternation………raising the briefcase too
The suit jacket and blouse went tight on her chest……..
Her voice was almost a shout

‘Then why the hell didn’t you tell him ‘
It was a combined wail and screech of incomprehension
Muller, deep inside his office looked up………his mouth still chewing
He giggled to himself……….
Schrieber was pointing to the window where Sergeant Muller had been………
Who had still not returned, and who was he supposed to be calling anyway……….Berlin!

Erika stooped slightly, playing the preprogrammed fool…….
Pretending to be browbeaten on being shouted at……….

‘One never interferes with the VoPo here…….orders are orders’ her tone that of a scolded and mere girl………

Ernst Gruber, the private on duty saw straight through that ploy………
He had seen the cadet earlier and round and about on occasion………he knew she was play acting for some reason…….
Maybe she was taking the piss……..
After all this newcomer was a bit of a dick………
He smirked a little……..there must be a reason on why
Nice one ‘Big Tits’ he thought

He stood now with his back closer to the striped drop arm barriers counterweight………he had no intention of being that close when these two bints went at it……..
Without knowing her he liked the gorgeous cadet……….who he had suspected earlier on had known he was looking at her……….
And looking at her in a certain way……..
She had not done anything against him………and that was promising
And now Big tits was fucking little Miss Fancy Pants around………..just like Muller was………
But the stuck-up cow didn’t see it…….

Still, he would poke her one though………….glasses, hat and all, he had done much worse in the past, normally when he had consumed a little too much on a night out………….
She wasn’t that bad looking……….it was just that most of the girls living here were top notch totty……….really fit and good looking
He loved being on duty during their PT mornings………
After that and next day he normally had a bad neck………from his head repeatedly and inadvertently going up and down too much………
He was joking to himself of course………
He had been spoilt when posted here……….
But it was all look and don’t touch………and that was killing him……

The prissy dickhead visitor was turned out smartly enough………..he liked that Office Girl or Teacher look, the stockings again…..…..she had a nice arse under that skirt, but nothing like ‘Big Tits’ up top……

He was getting stiff again…………..and he had hours on stag yet……….
Why did he torture himself so…………
He liked bouncing the secretarial types……….he liked doing the shift when they all left work at the end of the day……………
He normally got a good eyeful then………maybe a little come on
He had no luck so far………only that bint that worked at the dining hall, and all she was after was a good free meal on the outside and loads of fucking expensive cocktails…..……..he had got nothing else from her except an empty wallet……….
He had dumped her last week………
But still……….he had no type really………..all was fair in love and war they claimed………….and Ernst was ever the tryer……..

He stood back and watched………carbine still slung as per regulation
All this was making his stag go much faster………

Schriber just acidly stated
‘Idiot’
Her spare hand went to her hip……..
Her face full of scorn aimed at Erika………
‘You moron………you should have said that to them when I arrived’
Schrieber pointed at Ernst Gruber………..
Who was trying to stifle a laugh………..

Erika……..
‘I…..I did not……’ she spluttered

‘Oh, shut up you stupid girl’
Even though there was not much of an age difference………
It was the different clothes on them both that did
Paula Schrieber turned away in disgust………...just in time to see a figure moving behind the open glass window of the guard room

‘Thank God for that’ said Schreiber

Just at that moment Sergeant Muller had decided return……….
He could only take a liberty so far………
He felt satisfied now……...he had finished his lunch and coffee……..and taught that little girl a lesson in manners……..
He would have a nice cigarette next……..as soon as she fucked off

‘Fraulein Schrieber’ his voice low, but still resonant

The young woman remained silent……….and just nodded, she had thought it wise to keep her mouth shut this time………
She wanted to get away from this lot……..all they were it seems were troublemakers………
She expected something more here………they were a wired bunch the lot of them…….

As soon as signed for that packet she was out of here and back to the sanity of her well-ordered building……..not this zoo

Muller smiled with his fat face………a leering look, eyes flitting to the girl’s chest again

‘Please proceed’ he extended the woman’s identity book through the open window……..’you are expected’
One could hear a sharp intake of breath……
But nothing more………..
Schrieber moved forward, almost snatching her official documents from his fat fingers……

Muller ignored Erika………he did not care what she was doing , she was supposed to be there
And Muller had been informed that she was an official escort………..
They normally never provided one before but who was he to argue with that……..
He moved his head as if to go back in…….
He had suddenly caught a good look at Erika………nice looking bird that………she had a better set of knockers than the mouthy one……..
His leering look did not last long………….he was just as wary with taking liberties with the interns and staff here as Ernst Gruber was………..

Paula Schrieber took her identity papers, lowering herself down that was not easy in this skirt
She placed the briefcase on the concreted floor……..
Once she did so she proceeded to open the flap on her brown shoulder bag…….
She was about to deposit the hard backed book when she noted a smear on it that there was not there before
God God………
Was that food grease…………disgusted and repelled by the grease on her hand she cursed under her breath………
The fat pig……….
She wanted to be done with this place……..
She kept her mouth shut, which for Paula Schrieber was very difficult
She wanted no more delays, or scenes of humiliation………..which was very ironic due what was going to happen to her very soon

Schrieber placed the book back inside her bag and then rehitched the strap back onto her shoulder……..then awkwardly stooped to retrieve her briefcase……..
She turned towards the overgrown idiot in the child’s uniform

‘Can we go’ she offhandedly ordered Erika
Who casually enquired………….
‘Never been here before’ Erika calmly asked
Schrieber blew through her wide mouth……….
‘Once is enough thank you’

‘Good, very good’ whispered Erika
‘What was that’ Schrieber was not sure if she had been mocked……….again

Erika indicated the direction with her hand
‘This way Please’

Fraulein Schreiber’s gloved had gripped the strap over her shoulder……….the briefcase hanging straight from the other……….and she stepped forward in what she thought was a confident and superior stride
Instead, she portrayed something else………and her walk was not without merit, if one was that way inclined……….

Erika thought she heard the woman call her an ‘Idiot’ again………..
Keep mouthing off Darling she thought……….

Ernst Gruber was staring to, mesmerized by the haughty woman’s shaking arse cheeks as she strutted away……..rubbing up under that skirt
No sign of any pants under there……….
The seams running vertically down the backs of her stockinged legs……….
He liked stockings……….especially getting them off……..
He was still watching and lusting when a loud voice barked……..

‘Private Gruber………eyes to the front and start looking down that tunnel……….the enemy is to the front, not the rear Gruber………you waste of space’

Ernst swore under his breath……..
Bloody Muller, eyes in the back of his head sometimes……….

The two young women were a distance away when Gruber reluctantly rejoined his position behind the drop arm barrier………..