Dangerous Territory

Testing Loyalty

Half an hour later, Daz and Floch returned with a car full of blond-haired, blue-eyed young women. The prostitutes were herded in by a woman with auburn hair, seductive brown eyes, a cigarette hanging from her ruby lips, wearing a blouse that drooped off her shoulders and accentuated her voluptuous breasts.

"We're in luck," shouted Daz. "This time, we have some who speak German."

Phil slipped up to one. "Oh, I like her right away. You have beautiful lips." He grabbed the girl's face and yanked her head up. "I can't wait to feel them on my dick." Then he immediately kissed her.

Eren saw the shocked look on the girl. She looked no older than sixteen. As officers began to pick a prostitute for the night, Eren turned away, frantically trying to think how he could get out of this.

Jean looked over, seeing the scowl on Eren's face. "You don't want one?"

"They obviously don't want to be here," he grumbled. "What would it prove, to take a woman who doesn't even want you?"

"You said you took the prostitutes for officers in Paris. What's the difference here?"

He could not say, because he had no idea. He knew officers in Paris were given the option of vetted professional prostitutes, making sure the ladies could speak German, were not politically affiliated, and not sullied with disease. Obviously, he never once used them.

Eren turned and saw the auburn-haired woman smoking a cigarette and swaying to some music, obviously happy to get some business. "Where are they from?" he demanded of her.

Daz snapped, "Speak politely to Madame Carly."

"Who the hell is she?" he grumbled.

Greiz was nearby and explained, "She runs the brothel."

The lady turned toward Eren at his shout, and he saw her clearer, particularly the armband.

"She's a Jew!" he whispered in shock.

Greiz grunted. "Disgusting, I know. When I first arrived in Metz, all the prostitutes were Jews. Apparently, Carly ran the brothel long before we Germans even arrived. Then they shipped all the Jews out, but Carly was good at her job, and she's a favorite of someone high up, so she was allowed to stay to run the new brothel. It helps that she speaks French, German, and Russian."

"Russian?" he asked in shock.

"Well, yeah. Most of these girls were captured on the Eastern Front."

He looked around at the women, most of them resigned with an emotional void in their eyes, letting men touch them but not reacting, too numb even for disgust anymore. They were just innocent girls from Poland, Ukraine, or Russia, captives shipped back to German-occupied lands for the pleasure of soldiers.

"Sex slaves," Eren whispered in horror. As he watched, he saw Carly plop a pill into one officer's drink. Eren began to bolt up, fearing she was poisoning them, but Greiz laughed as he held Eren back.

"Don't worry. It's not really a secret that Carly is the biggest drug dealer in Metz, although no one will come out and admit it."

"Do they know she's giving it to them?"

"Watch closer," he said.

He did, and he saw Phil slipping Carly a little money. In return, she sneaked a pill into his drink.

"What is it?" asked Eren.

"Who knows? Something the French use. It keeps you erect for hours."

The woman sauntered up to Jean and Eren. "You boys are new," she said, her German tinted heavily with a French accent. She ran her hands up Jean's chest and licked her lips. "Oh, I know just the girl for a tall man like you. I bet you like them busty, oui?" She walked back to some girls standing off to the side and brought one over. "You don't even need to be gentle with this one." She pulled the girl's chin up and whispered heatedly, "You enjoy it, don't you?"