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It was a relationship that had run its course.Those were the clinical words my ex-girlfriend used when summarising her decision to terminate our three-year relationship. Her words crushed me; the damage was caused not by the split, or her admission that her commitment to monogamy had wavered, but the public nature of her confession.The occasion was Christmas Day; we were at my parents for lunch with my entire family, and Stacy had been drinking too much vodka with not enough cola. She had never been popular with my mother, less so after her drunken antics. My Christmas present to Stacy was a three-night trip for Valentine?s Day to the Czech capital. Her present to me was public humiliation in front of my family.Over January, she messaged me multiple times to witheringly suggest that I should pay to have the name changed on the holiday to her new beau, and then offered to make the payment herself. She wanted the break, and as the tour operator refused to refund me if I cancelled the booking, the trip would go to waste unless I either gifted it to her, or I travelled alone. I thought a city-centre break would be the ideal opportunity to put the tumultuous few weeks behind me.It was the first time I had flown for years and the budget airline passenger plane was huge compared to what I had expected. I had booked the two seats nearest to the window in the three seat row as I believed my travelling companion would appreciate watching the view on our early morning flight. However, with Stacy remaining in North London with her latest conquest, I took the seat nearest the aisle with my new book and became deliberately oblivious to the other humans cramming into the thin metal tube.?Excuse me,? a delicate voice called as a hand tapped my shoulder. ?I think that?s my seat.?I looked up at the softly spoken girl, folding her grey coat in the stowaway compartments above. Her skin glowed, her smile radiated warmth as she held her boarding pass in her right hand. ?Sorry, I? I booked those two seats but I? I?ll move.?Her eyes flickered. ?Don?t you want to look out of the window? It?s a beautiful sight when the Sun rises above the clouds.??I?ve got my book,? I confessed, holding the recently released compendium of Bletchley Park Brainteasers. ?I was supposed to come with my girlfriend, we split up. If you?d lilke to see the Sun, go for it!? I gestured towards the empty seat and she thanked me.My heart skipped a beat as our bodies were pressed together, and apart from offering her a boiled sweet for take-off, I said nothing to the elegant lady. She watched the sky burn violent oranges and reds through the tiny aeroplane window and then used her tablet to read. I saw her play with her blonde pigtails in my peripheral vision; a distracting habit for a man trying to complete the cryptic crossword that selected the code-breakers of World War II.?Hello,? she called mid-way through the flight. ?How hard are they?? She pointed to my pale blue book and then at me.?They?re pretty hard. Not impossible. We?ve been flying for sixty minutes, and I?ve done a dozen.? Her smile twitched. ?I love puzzles and riddles. It?s? it?s just what I like to do.? I held the book out, and she took it, flicking through it before stopping on the folded paper I used as a bookmark. ?Pick one.?I moved to the centre seat and explained the logic behind solving a difficult puzzle but I was aware my explanation made no sense to her. ?I?m doing a treasure hunt across Prague tomorrow,? she stated. ?But they?re doing it with cryptic clues and I know I won?t do well.?She became a little evasive when I pressed her for details; I would have loved to engage in a logic puzzle around the city. I thought nothing of our exchange, and after we disembarked, I wished her luck for her game the following day. I never even knew her name.After clearing customs, I took a bus to my plush hotel, a few minutes walk from the Castle. I explored the city, visiting a comic shop, a beer bar and a handful of tourist attractions before sitting down in the hotel restaurant with my book and a pizza.?Hello, remember me?? The girl from the plane asked, pulling up a chair at my dining table.?Hi. Hello? Are you staying here too??She smiled. ?Your hotel is written on your bookmark,? she replied and pointed to the printout of my itinerary I had between the pages of my book, and had inexplicably shown her on the plane. ?What are you doing tomorrow??I shrugged. ?I might go for a walk down the Vltava. There?s snow about so I should get some good photos. Hadn?t thought, really.?She put her hands to her mouth and blew sharply through it. ?I need a favour. I?m doing the Treasure Hunt tomorrow and the guy they have paired me with is useless. Will you do it with me???What? The Treasure Hunt???Yeah,? she said, fiddling with her hair once more. ?It?s puzzles and riddles. I?ll need help.??What is it??She wiped her chin and took a deep breath. ?OK! I work in the porn industry. This is an event and? it?s worth a lot of money to me.? She fidgeted uncomfortably, but when I looked interested rather than horrified, she explained everything. I confirmed her story that she had starred in a number of pornographic films on my phone, by finding an explicit picture of the girl sat at my table in seconds. ?Erika? had signed up for the game at short notice when a friend had dropped out. The organisers of the event would give sixteen ladies a computer tablet and a map each and clues that corresponded to locations around the city. When the girls reached them, the tablet guided them to a nearby studio where the contestant would perform a pornographic act on camera, before moving on.?It?s seven shows in twelve hours. First to complete each event gets 400 Euros, the rest get 300 Euros per show. Then if you do all seven you get a bonus, and the viewers vote for the best girls and the highest scores get a prize. They gave us some example clues in the briefing but I couldn?t understand them.??OK, so where do I help???They?re giving us a guide each if we haven?t brought someone. And I met him today, and he was useless. They did this in New York and Los Angeles and it was really popular. That?s why they are doing a European one. Viewers can track us all day and watch the events live, or sign in and view them later. And I want to do them all.??Porn? Do I take my clothes off??She snorted. ?Of course not. You won?t have done an STD test and Escort esat all contestants need to. I had mine a few days ago in London.? Her eyes implored me. ?The guide is there to help with the clues and to ensure that there isn?t a half-dressed girl running ?round Prague on her own.??Wow!??So you?ll do it?? I hesitated. ?Please,? she begged, looking at me with wide eyes. ?I need you.??OK. Sounds mad, though.?She smiled and scribbled an address on my bookmark. ?Be there at nine-thirty.? Erika got up from the table. ?And don?t bring your phone. It?s against the rules! And do bring ID.? She left my table with a sly wave and I shook my head, not sure what I had witnessed. My phone-based research revealed there was a company which did pornographic live events, and they were hosting a Valentines Day spectacular from Europe the following day. Erika was a contestant. I was comfortable I hadn?t been lied to even if I wasn?t entirely comfortable with what I was being asked to do.I woke up several times in the night, and arrived at the meeting point, a riverside cafe, twenty minutes early. Erika greeted me, dressed in a thick grey coat with a psychedelic rainbow scarf and a turquoise hat. ?You don?t look like a??She giggled as I spoke and introduced me to a stocky man with a bushy beard. He asked to see proof I was over eighteen and I signed a form to allow any photographs or videos of me to be used commercially. He gave us the tablet: a cheap device that contained just the application they wanted us to use. ?Two clues will come up at ten,? he told me. ?Then as you solve the clues, more get shown. When you are at the place you need to be, press the green button and if you are right, you get instructions on how to go to the studio. Everywhere is within the centre of Prague on the map. Any questions??Erika shook her head.He passed Erika the tablet, a paper map and gave us both tickets for Prague?s public transportation system. ?Miss Hungary has arrived.?I looked at Erika. ?Miss Hungary???Yeah, I?m representing Poland. It?s my mother?s side. They are starting us in pairs from different parts of the city. No good starting us all together.? I bought us both a coffee in a takeaway cups and looked around the tourist map. As the clock ticked past 10:00, the tablet vibrated and I read aloud the two clues.Cra. Vat.No man. No pendulum.?What the hell does that mean?? Erika whispered.?Shall we walk to a tram stop?? I suggested. ?Wherever they are, they will not be here.?Miss Hungary and her Czech guide had already left, and we walked along the riverbank until we reached the main road and waited for a tram. ?What?s a vat. Or a cra? Is it an anagram of car? Or arc???It?s cravat,? I replied. ?A tie. But it?s in two words.??So two ties.? She gestured wildly at me ?Frankie Goes to Hollywood! Two ties go to war.?I rolled my eyes, a little unkindly. ?That?s two tribes. It?s one tie split into two. A split garment. A tie split by a point. By a period. A tie? a tie broken. Tie break.??What???Tiebreak. Where?s the tennis stadium?? Erika shrugged, and we scoured the map, looking for the green splotches. We idly got on a tram that was going further into the city centre and continued to pour over the A2 map as the rickety vehicle thundered along Prague?s grandiose streets.?What?s this?? Erika asked, turning the map to see two dozen advertisements on the reverse. ?Restaurant Tiebreak. On Stvanice.??That?ll be it.?We checked the map once more and located a large island to the north-east of the city centre. We changed trams and twenty minutes later we stood outside a plush restaurant underneath a stadium.Erika pressed the button on the app which activated the GPS. Moments later the tablet pinged, and the tablet showed Erika directions to a filming location five minutes walk away, along with our next clue:The BANG is at ten past two?The bang is in capitals. So it?s a huge bang.??How about a gang-bang in front of a camera and thousands of people?? Erika suggested with a giggle. ?I?d do that!??You?re an exhibitionist!??Guilty. Could be fireworks???A bomb???Ah,? Erika squealed excitedly. ?I know. The guy who died and started World War I,? she cried. ?That was???A shooting,? I interrupted. ?In Sarajevo.??Oh,? she said, looking dejected. ?So fireworks then? At two in the afternoon??I hummed, unconvinced by my companion?s logic. We approached a door with a white A4 poster a flamboyant ?SXH? graphic. ?That?s the logo of SexHunt.com,? Erika announced as she pushed it open.I don?t know what I expected to see on the other side of the door. The studio had three men, a bed and bright studio lights which made the small room a lot warmer than the cold Prague air. A rotund man had a tablet in his hand and greeted ?Miss Poland? with a grin. ?This is the scene,? he told her, passing my new friend a piece of blue card. She read it, nodded and went into the adjoining changing room to get undressed.?Sit there, and charge it up.? The assistant pointed to a plastic orange chair next to a charging wire. I sat and concentrated on deciphering the next clue.The radiant elegance of Erika stepping into the brightly lit studio snapped my attention away from the screen. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the barefoot beauty walking across the room. She stopped a table full of sex toys and selected an iridescent pink vibrator.She looked coyly at me; the image of her naked self, holding the bubblegum massager, engrained into my psyche. She was sheer perfection. Everything about her was delicious: the toned shapely legs, the hairless mons, the pert, endowed bosom and the entrancing smile framed by the blonde pigtails.She kissed the tip of the toy, looking directly at the camera. My cock rose as the delicate beauty sat on the side of the bed, and she lay back against the pillows, parting her legs.She closed her eyes and turned the base of the sex toy to make it hum. I?d never been present when Stacy had used her sex toy; I?d never seen a vibrator used before. Erika ran the pink toy over her torso, stopping underneath her nipples as the vibrating wand danced over her skin.She mewed gently, her legs parted further as the vibrator touched the insides of her thighs. I adjusted my boxer shorts because of my erection pressing against my jeans, spellbound by the sinful delights of the show.Erika groaned; her body writhed as she pressed the tapered head etimesgut escort of the vibrating tool against her cleft before running it up and down her waxed slit. Her moans grew louder, her body rocked against the toy, oscillating vibrations into her cunt.I forgot where I was; the performance mesmerised me. I never seen anything as sensual and as exquisite as Erika gently pleasuring herself. She didn?t rush it; she brushed her nipple with her left hand as the toy buzzed against her slit. She never opened her eyes as her legs trembled, or said a word as her gasps of pleasure escaped her lips.I never moved a muscle as I stared at the orgasmic woman, rubbing the plastic tip in circles against her clit. She panted, snatching breaths as her body quivered. She squealed, crying loudly as her body shook and her right hand dropped the vibrator onto the bed.Erika stayed motionless for a moment, panting and smiling. She squinted as she opened her eyes; the harsh studio lights brightly illuminating the bed. ?OK, boys?? She called and when the cameraman nodded, rolled off the bed, to her feet.She winked as she walked past me to the changing room, and the studio barely had enough time to change the bed linen until she came out fully dressed, pulled at my hand and we left the studio.?Wow! That was so sexy!??Thanks. Although I think that?s the idea.??You looked so gorgeous.??Thanks. So, the next clue?? Erika asked as she closed the door to the studio behind her; she adjusted her scarf in the cold February air. ?What does it mean???The bang is at ten past two? I don?t know.??Weren?t you????Someone distracted me,? I replied, pouting at her. ?Some really sexy girl was doing something amazingly sensual and I couldn?t concentrate.? She giggled. I sighed and looked across the river for inspiration. ?A huge bang, a big bang. The Big Bang. Space. Then a time. Ten past two. Two ten. Fourteen ten. Space and time. Oh fuck,? I cried loudly. ?It?s obvious.??It bloody isn?t,? Erika squealed.?The Prague Astronomical Clock. It was built in 1410. I was there yesterday, it?s magnificent and??Erika squeezed my hand. ?Where is it??I unfurled the map as we crossed the main road to reach the tram stop and pointed out a small symbol on her tourist map. ?There. A couple of stops away and then a walk.??Thanks,? she muttered, almost begrudgingly. ?I?d never have got that.?Erika expressed no interest in the tower's history or that it was a dozen clocks on one clock face. Instead, she studied the map on the tram and then ran down the narrow pedestrianised streets to the old Town Square.Breathless, she tapped on the tablet the moment the Astronomical Clock Tower came into sight. ?I might be the first again,? she panted. The tablet took a moment to get a GPS lock on our location and then directed her down the back streets to a door with the SXH logo pinned to it. The tablet buzzed once more with the next clue:MonuwomentErika didn?t knock, or wait, but pushed open the door and boldly walked up the stairs. She wasn?t the first to arrive. A semi-naked girl, dressed in just skimpy white lingerie, walked past her as a young, bespectacled man passed Erika a piece of green card. ?I?ll do it,? she said after glancing at it for a moment. ?You might like this one!? She suggested to me.?I liked the last one a lot!?My outburst made her smile; I waited for Erika to come out of the small changing room dressed in matching black lacy lingerie.I stared at her walking towards me; she looked deliciously classy. I imagined that image, captured in black and white, on the wall of a boutique. The half-cup brassiere accentuated her breasts and the elegant short-cut, low-rise underwear showed her bare mons while still hiding just enough to be vaguely decent.She held out her hand towards me and clicked her fingers. ?Come on, little puppy!? She teased, shaking her derriere with aplomb as she walked past me with a mischievous grin.The studio was scintillatingly hot; the white walls reflected the light and heat from the six photographic spotlights focused on two-thirds of the bare room. Erika spoke to the director as I took in the scene; I immediately drew my eyes to a red leather chaise-lounge, where a muscle-bound guy had reclined, while the lingerie-clad girl had her lips around his sizeable cock.?Are they?? I muttered, before realising that Erika had knelt beside the other reclining chair, and was awaiting her chosen co-star. She winked at me and spoke a few words into the camera.?Excuse me, mate.? I jumped in shock as a stout, muscle-clad man, no older than 21, stood behind me. His skin gleamed with a feint sheen, his body firm and his waist adorned by the tightest of bulging silver sparkly shorts.He looked like a rugby player; his physique akin to that of a Greek god. I apologised, stepped aside, and watched him stride to the chaise-lounge and in front of the camera.There was no storyline; there was no fake acting or pretentious scenario. Erika watched the six-foot strong gym afficionado walk around to her. Her hands reached his waist, gripped the stringy clothing and pulled them down to his ankles, freeing his bobbing cock. She smiled; a genuine grin that illuminated her face like she was a child on Christmas morning.She ran her tongue underneath his engorging cock, glancing at the camera and me as her long stroke brought a sigh of satisfaction from the Adonis. Her lips engulfed the head of his prick, her cheeks sucked inwards by the suction on the tip of his tumescent dick.I could barely remember any such activities Stacy used to do with me; her blowjobs were rare and rapid. This was true affection, shown by a lady who adored the act of the fellatio against a godlike hunk. He ran his fingers over the top of her head; she slowly and sensually bobbed on his erect member, taking the full length of his shaft into her mouth.He grunted; his face was a picture of enjoyment as Erika poured love and attention onto his turgid cock. Her mouth sucked on his smooth balls and she deliberately teased him with her tongue flicking the tip of his frenulum. His body jolted with every shock of pleasure that her mouth made on his genitals.My own cock was solid; I had never born witness to such an elegant show of sexuality; she was graceful and sensual while her hands gently explored his thick muscles and his hanging balls. She quickened her pace; sliding her etlik escort bayan mouth faster over his shaft and reaching the top of his hairless pubis with her nose. He grunted over her gasped strokes, sloppily taking his full shaft into her mouth and throat.His body tensed; Erika stroked his cock furiously with his hands as they both made exaggerated sounds of enjoyment. I was transfixed by the pornographic sight before me. My breaths were short; the Adonis grunted and his prick twitched in Erika?s hands before several spurts of cum landed over her smiling face.She grinned at the camera, licking her lips seductively as she got to her feet. She blew the cameraman a kiss as she walked past him, shaking her derriere at me, her aroused guide.I followed her back into the main room, almost speechless. I waited for her to get dressed and scoured the plan for statues of women. I?d found four when Erika returned and put her soft hand on my shoulder. ?You ready???Yeah,? I muttered to my dressed companion. ?You finished???That was fun. Where to now???Lunch.?She whined. ?Well, I?ve eaten.? She ran her tongue over her lips as she looked at me. ?OK then. But be quick, this is a race. You don?t see Lewis Hamilton stopping for a tyre change and a bacon roll!??His race lasts two hours not ten. And I need a big table.? She grumbled when we stopped at a quaint coffee shop near the town square. While she paid for our sandwiches and drinks, I unfolded the map on a spare table. ?What you are looking for?? Erika asked, holding our drinks in a cup holder and our food in a paper bag.?Stalin.??He was a Russian guy, wasn?t he???And famous. I want Stalin and a Church.?Erika screwed up her face at me. ?OK, I give in. How do either of those clues equal Stalin and the church??I looked up at the flirtatious woman. ?Really???Tell me or I?ll tease you.??You?ve already made me leak into my underwear. It?s soaking down there!? She laughed loudly at my admission. ?No man, no pendulum, is a derivative of a Stalin quote. It was ?No man, no problem.? It?s about killing dissenters or something.??Nice guy!??Quite. So I?m looking for Stalin. But pendulum can mean many things, but I?m thinking of a thurible.??A what?? She exclaimed.?It?s the incense burner that Roman Catholic priests wave about on the end of a rope.?She hummed, looking at the map with me. ?And the other clue.??Monuwoment. It?s a statue of a woman. And I?ve found loads already. There?s something I?m missing in that clue to narrow it down.?She hummed. ?Could pendulum mean metronome? That?s like a pendulum.? I swore when I saw her thumb on the fold line of the map.?Yes, that?ll be it. Where?s Stalin, though???Maybe you?re wrong about Stalin?? Erika suggested.?Maybe.? We walked towards the river bank eating our sandwiches in the cool Prague morning and then strode up the hill towards the vast piece of installation art that dominated the city centre park. Erected underneath the metronome was a huge marquee with the SXH Logo.?Well done,? I admitted. Erika pressed the button next to the clue, and it beeped in acknowledgement.?Now, go answer the next clue! See if you can do it without my help!? She poked her tongue at me as she stomped into the tent. ?Miss Poland, here for your pleasure,? she announced to the marquee. ?Am I the first???One girl came, she said no!? Erika was told in broken English. A photographer passed her a laminated white card, and she nodded.?Awesome.? She looked at me and nodded towards the flap. ?Please, leave. I want some privacy.??You are being shown all over the world.??You?re not a subscriber, and you?ve already had two free shows. Go answer the clue. Outside.? There was a levity to her voice; the photographers and cameramen sniggered as I begrudgingly left the tent.I stared at the screen:Coitus ApparatusCoitus, the Latin word for sex was obvious; apparatus with the Latin word for machinery. I sat on the damp park bench opposite the marquee and poured over the map, looking for anything sexual related on the city map, issued by the local Tourist information centre.On a hunch, I flicked through the back of the map and saw the advert I was looking for. It was one of their easier clues, or perhaps I was getting used to the thinking behind the architects of the puzzle.My short period of self-congratulatory smugness ended when my eyes clapped sight of Erika, as naked as she was on the first task, running out of the tent. She jumped in front of me, her golden pigtails landing on her bare bosom.?What the?? I started. ?You?ll be arrested!??No, I won?t.? She streaked past me in the cold winter?s air, causing two guys to stop and laugh at my naked friend. A cameraman followed metres away and Erika put her arms around the bemused pair and waved directly at the gentleman filming her exhibitionism.She continued up the path, towards the imposing monument. She posed for a kiss with another unsuspecting member of the public, and threw her arm around a University student, wrapped in a thick, warm coat.It was too cold for rampant naked showoffs; I was cold in my jacket but the act of showing her body seemed to give Erika warmth. Her perky breasts had a definite point; her skin seemed paler, but my friend was immune to the weather or the shocked looks of onlookers.She coerced male and female members of the public to cup her breasts, stroke her bottom, kiss her cheeks and smack her arse, all happily posing for voyeurs with smartphones and photographers with cameras. She loved the attention.?And one for you,? she called as she approached me. She flung her arms towards me and planted a kiss on my cheeks, grinning at the camera as the bare maiden held me tightly. ?My hero!??You?re freezing!??I?m hot!? She joked. ?Sizzling.??Yes, that as well.? She shook her backside as she skipped towards the marquee and I waited for her to rejoin me, fully dressed.?I can?t believe that someone wouldn?t do that!??Perhaps they weren?t happy showing off in public,? I suggested.She shook her head. ?No, I don?t understand. That was so much fun.??Well, each to their own.??Did you like it?? She asked.?Of course. You?re playful when you?re au naturel.? She smiled at me, looping her hand in mine as we walked down the hill towards the tram stop. ?And I want to take you to a museum.?She wrenched her hand from mine. ?Why???Because it might broaden your mind. And???I don?t want my mind broadened! This isn?t a day trip,? she squealed. ?I need to be fucked.??I know, on camera.? Two couples turned to look at the inappropriate exhibitionist talking too loudly. They clearly hadn?t seen her antics fifteen minutes earlier, to explain her lewd comments. ?The lady can be rogered after she has been to the museum.?