Yellow Death: Arrival: Surviving the plague was only the beginning (The Yellow Death Chronicles Book 1) by Peter Hall

Author:Peter Hall [Hall, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-08-23T22:00:00+00:00

The quartet left the nightclub area and entered the main hotel. Seven of the twelve floors were set aside for the professional women. The men went from floor to floor, walking through the plushly decorated corridors. Most hotels are furnished in bland neutral colours, but the Pascha was quite different. The walls were dusky pink, the doors and frames with their elaborate carvings and recessed lighting were a deep burgundy with gold motifs. Slow, repetitive music pervaded every corridor, and the air was heavy with spicy exotic scents.

What made this hotel unique was that outside each room, a woman sat on a high stool displaying a welcoming smile. Their apparel varied from scanty lingerie to sleek evening dresses—depending on their target audience. All clothing was cut to make sure ample flesh was on display.

John had experienced nothing like this. Danny had told John to give a nod when he noticed somebody he fancied. That should have taken under a minute. Yet, they were now on the third floor with John making no sign.

John was quite particular about the women that attracted him. A woman might be extremely beautiful to most eyes, yet might not be his type. Right now, that was a prerequisite for his choice.

Then he saw her at the end of the corridor and, in a fraction of a second, he decided. He jabbed Danny in the ribs so hard with his elbow that Danny coughed—but he got the message.

She was petite with straight shoulder-length blonde hair, large blue eyes, thin lips and a chiselled nose. John thought she was gorgeous and felt himself blushing. Her standard welcome smile extended further as they stopped next to her.

“Hello, jungen.”

“Hello there yourself,” Danny said. In ‘real life’ he was a telemarketer, so was comfortable negotiating, unlike John, who stood rigid with nerves. “And what do they call you, sweetheart?”

“Ahh. You English, yes?”

“That’s right. England’s finest. Except old Stuart here who’s half Scottish, but we don’t hold that against him.”

“Good, I like English boys a lot. My name is Aarika. It means a rose.”

“A rose between several thorns,” Stuart said under his breath.

“You boys are soldaten… soldiers, yes?”

“That’s right, Aarika. Sixth Battalion, The Rifles,” Danny said.

“Ahh, so you are here for the war-games?”

“Absolutely.”

“We have many soldiers come here today. English, Deutsch, Amerikana. Many boys missing their girlfriends, yes?”

Stuart and Martin looked uncomfortable, being reminded of their respective wife and girlfriend back in Devon.

“Tell me, Aarika,” Danny said. “Who makes the best lovers, the English or the Americans?”

“Oh, English, of course,” she said and smiled. “But the Yankees they…” she rubbed her fingers together as the universal sign that showed Americans have a lot of cash.

“Look, Aarika. You can help us out with a little problem here. You see our friend, John,” he pulled John out from behind him. “Well, he needs female company and, let’s just say he’s got no experience. He might need some help.” He winked at her.

“Help? Oh, I understand.” She appraised John quivering in front of her. “He is männliche jungfrau—a virgin?”

“Sorry, yes.

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