A Tale of Two Translators

Both Wade and Anja shot each other worried expressions when they heard a familiar voice: "ee, Oida, hör Mal, i hob lei oans trunken Du, I muss Anja finden... (No man, listen, I just had one drink! Hey, I have to find Anja...)" Wade looked around and saw Jörg making his way through the crowd, talking on his cellphone.

"Let's dance," Anja took Wade's hand and pulled him into the crowd. Some of the people were dancing so wildly, they almost matched the contortions and back bending of the dancers shown outside the club.

Anja waved her hand under her chin and swayed her head side to side like belly dancer. Wade followed her hand down to her hips, his eyes drinking in Anja's feminine curves as she ground her hips to the beat and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, black hair. The strobe lights started flashing, turning Anja's sensual movements into a seductive, red-tinged flip book. His sense of balance suddenly seemed slightly off from how he was moving. His eyes followed Anja one way but someone bumped into him from behind and he fell into Anja who caught him.

He looked down into her deep, blue eyes, framed by strands of dark hair. Her lips were curled into a bemused smile. Her lips moved but he couldn't make out what she said over the crowd. Wade's hands rested on her hips and he felt her hips sway underneath him squishing one hand between her hips and waist before switching to the other side. She was almost writhing with an explosive energy searching for an outlet. Her beautiful décolleté, which she offered by setting her scarf to the side, was also among the charms through which Anja had tied his eyes.

Her energy made him feel more alive than he ever had before. He pulled her into him and his lips covered hers. He could taste the Schnapps on her full, red lips. His tongue traced the outline of her lips. Slowly, she opened her lips and her tongue leisurely swirled around his. He felt the strong muscle wrestle with his. One hand caressed her cheek and chin while another slid down to her perky butt. He felt her arms encircle the back of his neck, a hand caressed his long hair just below his beanie. He could feel her hot breath and teeth on his neck. He nibbled the nape of her neck and earlobe, working down her jaw towards her lips.

She pushed him into an alcove, where they had some privacy from the dancing crowd around them. The Buddha's eye on Anja's beanie seemed to stare at Wade as wrapped his hands around Anja waist. "Hm, I'm glad you're here." she sighed, running her hands through Wade's hair. "I've always wanted to visit Nepal and Tibet. Now, it is so close I can almost feel it. I want to be the first to snowboard down Mt. Everest."

"How long have you been snowboarding?" He lookied at the damp outline where her t-shirt swelled over her breasts. Are those her nipples? He asked himself, he traced a finger along the collar of her shirt, down to the creavace between her tits and circled around the hardening bud.

"Oh, I started when I was fourteen, or so." She laughed, "I was always a total speed-junkie. I would always go down the hill as fast as I could. Everyone said; 'Wow, look at that little shrimp, she's got guts!'"

"I'd like to see you snowboard sometime."

"It's great training for your legs and butt."

"Hm, I can tell." He squeezed her firm butt through her pants.

Wade could feel the damp heat coming off her body when he pulled her against him. He ran his hands up and down her sides from her hips up to her armpits. She leaned her head to the side, and allowed Wade to kiss, lick and suck the sensitive skin of the nape of her neck, working his way upwards until he was at the lobe of her ear. He reached up and massaged her boobs through her thin shirt. She wrapped one hand around the back of his head, the other reached around behind her and caressed his cock through his pants. His hips jerked, poking her butt when she circled his sensitive tip.

"Mmm," Wade gasped, as she reached a hand down his pants and stroked his cock. "I want to see these" He reached down her shirt and massaged her breasts. He was glad they were in an alcove and she was facing away from the crowd, it gave them some privacy from prying eyes

Anja unbuttoned her shirt and allowed Wade to pull her boobs out from her bra. He stood back and admired her full, perky breasts, just bigger than a handful. He leaned down and sucked on each pink nipple, flicking his tongue over the little bud and biting them gently, he could feel them getting larger in his mouth.

She shrieked as he did that, pushing him away, "they're really sensitive," she explained with a wicked grin. She slid a fingertip up and down the length of his cock, which she could see bulging through his pants. "I want to thank you for helping me."

She ran a hand up his chest, pushing his thin t-shirt up under his armpits as she did. She looked warily from side to side as she ran her palms along his chest and arms. He wasn't bulky, but he had firm pecs and defined, chiseled deltoids and biceps. She brought her gaze back to him and kept her eyes locked on his as she bent down and flicked her tongue over one nipple and circled the other one with her finger. He gasped when she gently bit his nipple. "See? They're sensitive. Be gentle," she started off sounding strict, but the mocking nature of what she wanted to say came out in the smile in her voice and lips.

He didn't have a six pack, but his stomach was flat, mostly from not eating as much as he normally did. If you looked closely and she did, you could see faint traces of ab muscles. Wade had a hand over her hand, her hair was still hot and damp as he pressed her against him while she gently bit at and licked his rib cage. Her hands trailed over the pocket where he had the camera. She stopped and nibbled just below his floating ribs. Eliciting an "ah," a mixture of nervous excitement and pain, before she went down even further, until she got to the top of his pants.

She unbuttoned his jeans and slid his underwear down just enough to free his hardening cock. It was already swollen and almost smacked her in the face as she pulled it out over the elastic of his boxers. She reached up and almost like she was grabbing onto a fragile vase, enclosed her soft hand around his swollen member. "Hm, gefällt ihm das? (Hm, does he like that?)" she purred as she started to stroke slowly up and down his full length.

"Oh, yes," Wade moaned, stroking her hair. He liked how she referred to his cock as "him." It was almost cute, in an erotic sort of way. He reached and took a soft, firm breast in his hand, gently massaged it. Occasionally rubbing the nipple between his fingers, breaking off when Anja moved her arms or shifted weight which disturbed his access to her puppies, as he liked to call them.

"Nehm ihm in deinem Mund, (take him in your mouth,)" he groaned.

"Oh yeah, das gefällt ihm sehr, oder? (Oh yeah, he likes that a lot, doesn't he?)" she grinned at him and winked before sticking the tip of her tongue out and licking slowly up from the base to the tip of his shaft. Staring at him with her deep blue eyes the whole time.

She lowered her head down to his cock and kissed the tip with her full, moist lips, kissing down the shaft until she got to the base then back up. Grinning, almost laughing to herself, she opened her mouth and circled her tongue around the tip of his cock once more. She enclosed her lips around the tip and plunged down about halfway down his cock and then back up. Down and up, down and up. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. He couldn't reach her big boobs anymore, so he stroked her cheek and hair.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," Wade said, his hips jerking urgently.

"Don't cum on my face," Anja said, coming up and stroking his cock with her hand.

"I wanna cum on your tits! Come up a bit," He pulled Anja up by the shoulders so that her boobs were level with his cock. She squeezed them together with her forearms, like the money shot strippers like to do. He pressed his pelvis right up against her chest, so her boobs surrounded his hard cock like a soft, warm pillow and he thrust his hips up and down against her.

"Yes, yes. Komm für mich. Ja, komm baby, spritzen! (Yes, yes. Come for me. Yes, blow your load for me, baby!)" Anja moaned encouragement. She sounded so hot like that, staring at him intensely with those deep, blue eyes. His hips jerked hard involuntarily and he felt the cum shoot out of his cock as he moaned and his knees went weak. He watched the white streams of his cum splatter against Anja's soft chest. It all pooled just above her boobs, though one strand almost made it to her chin.

Breathing heavily, Wade collapsed back against the wall and watched as Anja looked down at the mess he'd made on her chest and smeared the cum around with a finger. "Hm, that was hot," she smiled and quickly pulled her shirt back down over her boobs, he could make out the stain darkening stain where he cum was on her chest. She licked the tip of his cock clean with her tongue, briefly pulling him into her hot mouth once more. "I hol mi no a Bier. Mogscht oans? (I'm getting another beer. You want one?)"

"Ja, danke," he could barely talk after that. He watched her ass as she walked away. He didn't even care that a few people from the crowd were watching him. The guys grinned at him and the girls shocked, mouths agape. He stepped out of the alcove and waited for Anja to come back.

Anja stuck a cum-covered finger into her mouth sucking it clean and ignoring the leering looks of the drunk, horny men, and a few women around her as she walked to where her contact sat the edge of the bar. She slipped a hand into her pocket and deposited the camera that she had swiped from Wade there. The peaks of Nepal and Tibet never looked so close as they did now.

"Hey, Wade. What've you done with my camera?" Wade felt someone grab his shoulder, he spun around to see Jörg glaring angrily at them.

"Hey! What's going on with you?"

Jörg stared at him hard for a long moment. "It's funny, weisst du? After you left, I couldn't find my camera. And now I have to go to a shoot in the morning and I need my camera for it. So, where is it?"

"Kein Tau. (No clue.)" Wade thought Anja, when she said it, sounded annoyed, or impatient to get past something she didn't want to discuss. It was better than, "Keine Ahnung," (no idea) though. That just sounded like she didn't care about the topic. "I've no idea where your camera is."

"The whole thing today was just a shame, oder?" he nodded and took a step forward. Both Anja and Wade took a step back, Jörg looked like he was ready to punch someone at any moment. "You guys just wanted to distract me, so you could steal my camera or something. Too bad. I wanted to photograph her since I first saw her on the mountain. A total speed-junkie, the way she road down the mountain. Oh man, I knew then I wanted to get to know her. Later, I ran into her at the bar. She just sat on the counter and unbuttoned her jacket. Turned all the boys' heads. Made them all freak out, the way her t-shirt clung to her body," he shook his head wistfully. "Enough of that bitch! Where is she?" Jörg made to go look for her but Wade put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, leave her alone!"

A look of rage washed over Jörg's face. "I schmier da oane." Wade knew that meant trouble, but he was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He turned his head to look for Anja, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the slow motion arc of a fist coming towards him.

Wade whipped his head back just in time to just feel the wind from Jörg's fist against his chin. Before he even knew what was happening, Wade saw his fist strike Jörg in the face and knock the larger man to the floor.

Jörg scrambled back onto his feet and rushed at Wade, knocking him to the ground. He heard the smashing of glass next to him as they fell and felt liquid beneath his head. "Shit!" "Was willst du, eh?" "Hey, get off me!" "Du kannst mich am Arsch!" The next thing Wade knew he was being roughly pulled off the floor and led out the door, his right arm wrenched behind his back by a burly bouncer.

As he was shoved through the front door, he managed to catch himself on the brick wall to the left of him. "You've had enough for tonight boys," Wade heard behind him as the door slammed shut.

Wade's head was spinning and his knees went weak. His stomach lurched and his whole body heaved forward as he vomited against the wall. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, but he felt a little better after that.

"You're finished!" Wade turned to find the voice, practically spitting with venom. He saw Jörg, face contorted in rage, "I wasn't gonna tell Gabi that you lied in your interview, but once she finds out, you'll never work with us again!"

Wade sank to his knees as Jörg stormed off down the street, noticing the drunken revelers staggering along across the street, leaning against a wall, or arguing with each other. There were broken bottles everywhere. Down the street, someone else, he hoped Jörg, retched. Suddenly, he remembered the camera. He started when he didn't feel it in the pocket where he had placed it earlier. The zipper was open, had it fallen out The pocket was pretty deep. He was sure he had zipped it up before coming over. Where did Anja go? With the camera and her gone, his big chance for some quick cash was lost. And rent is due tomorrow! Even if he could pay rent, he didn't know how much longer the money would last until his got something new.

Wade reached into his jacket's breast pocket, where he had kept the small copper plate and pulled it out. He looked at the metal engraving he got from the archeological site the day before more closely under the bright lights of the club. He couldn't read the strange letters, but they resembled a script he had seen in the past. His jaw was sore and his head was throbbing. Tomorrow would be back to the grind of trying to get work where he could, but now all he wanted to figure out what this message said.