Eleven other mechanics and I walked in a sloppy line down the sidewalk, a busy road on one side and a barbed wire-topped fence on the other. We had just passed through the armed front gate of Incirlik, a military air base in south-central Turkey, and were headed to the Alley, a shabby shopping area seemingly just for American troops temporarily assigned to the base. It’s 1998 and we were at Incirlik for a 3-month TDY putting air pressure on Iraq’s Saddam Hussein.

Adams, a crew chief who apparently had done the tour before led the line. “Let’s go, you fucks. If we’re late, the bus will take off without us,” he hollered after he’d spun around to address the group. He spun again and picked up his own pace, forcing the rest of us to almost jog to keep up.

“We’re going on a tour of a town and into a fucking cave,” another crew chief, Gonzales, muttered to me as we trailed at the end. “What’s the hurry?”

“Because you already paid your $30, and it’s gone if we show or not. Just be glad you’re off the base for a change. Maybe you’ll learn something about this country instead of just drinking its beer,” I said.

The group crossed a set of railroad tracks and entered the main part of the Alley. We passed several jewelry and clothing stores before stopping at a popular carpet store named Ali’s Magic Carpets. A dirty and dented 13-passenger bus sat at the curb with its doors open.

Adams disappeared inside the store. He emerged a minute later with a beer in his hand from the store’s owner. ‘How can these guys drink so early?’ I wondered. The owner looked to his right at a man sitting at a small cafe table drinking cup of tea. The man acknowledged the owner, took a last drink, and walked to the driver’s side of the bus.

“This is Ohmed,” the owner explained to our group. “He will take you on your tour. If you are nice to him, perhaps he will make a special last stop. Enjoy!” He smiled, waved, and reentered his store.

All twelve of us piled into the bus. Just before the last door closed, another local man slid in four cases of Turkish beer. It was common knowledge that the alcohol content of the country’s beer apparently wasn’t well regulated. Sometimes you could drink a six-pack and just have to piss a lot, and other times just two bottles knocked you out.

The van started up and careened down the Alley’s main drag and onto some local roads, and I grimaced that one case of beer was emptied before we hit the first stop in the nearby town of Adana. After filling up on breakfast food at a little café we got back in the bus and headed west.

The route took us through the biblical town of Tarsus with all its white apartment buildings that reminded me of the pictures I had seen of Beirut on TV. We continued west, passing through Mersin before the road ran right next to the coast of the Med.

The beer kept flowing and the guys became more rambunctious and louder. Over the three hours after leaving the Alley we had stopped at a cave in a canyon called, “Heaven and Hell,” and at an offshore castle ruin called, “Castle by the Sea.”

At this next to last stop, we ate dinner at a cafe on the beach, downing shots with lamb gyros. Just when I thought they had drank enough for the day, half the group ordered more, then suddenly leaped up from the table and bolted in a screaming mob towards the water. Some jumped in canoes, others in paddle boats, and a few dove into the waves to swim the quarter mile out to the castle.

I groaned at the sight from my spot on a nearby fishing jetty. As the ranking member on the tour, and at 35 the oldest, I had decided I better stay behind on land for any damage control. Twenty minutes later several guys were precariously perched on the tops of the castle’s exterior walls and I dreaded the worst and hoped this would be the last concern of the day.

Soon we were in the van and on the road heading back to the base. Finally relaxed, I enjoyed the scenery and welcomed the drunken quietness of the group. Suddenly I perked up and watched as we detoured off the highway and into the parking lot of a nondescript one-story brick building. No sooner had we parked than did everyone dash out the door, including the driver with the van’s keys, and jog thirty yards to the building’s front door. They had left their wallets and other valuables on the bus and decided that it was my duty to watch them while the guys played in what I soon learned was a brothel.

I sat sideways on one of the rear benches of the minibus, alone, alternately staring at the brothel’s front doors through the back window and then at the interior. A few bottles lay sideways on seats amidst the jackets left behind by the dozen or so mechanics, all guys, and all currently inside the nearby building. I knew their wallets, and, more importantly, their military IDs, lay beneath the jackets, less the small wad of U.S. twenties they would need for their time inside.

Outside it had grown dark and the property was poorly lit. I could see the outline of the building as a regular stream of cars entered or left the large dirt parking lot, their headlights illuminating the one-story windowless structure. It reminded me of a laundromat back in the States, or a dumpy thrift store. No signs, no landscaping, and trash strewn everywhere.

For the clientele of this fine establishment, none of that was needed. Men for miles around, and their wives, knew exactly what business transpired within the walls of the nondescript building.

When the first hour had passed, I grew concerned. Were they OK? How safe was the place? How much longer would they be?

After another 30 minutes, I stood up and stuffed my wallet into my backpack after removing $60. I had no intent to buy what was being sold but did not want to go in empty-handed if I was challenged.

I locked the bus’s side door from the inside and closed it tightly and checked the others before walking to the entrance. I had to speed up to avoid a moving car, then stopped to look at the double glass entry doors. It looked like an old K-Mart or something.

I moved closer and looked through the dirty smudgy glass. I couldn’t see much, so after a deep breath I opened the door and stepped inside. The entrance opened into a long hallway, much like a hotel corridor, with doorways on each side. The carpet was well worn from the thousands of men who had trudged up and down it over the years, looking for the right woman, or at least an open room. It was a dump: barren walls, solitary bulbs dangling from the ceiling. Every door handle was dimpled, the brass wore off from oily hands.

I smelled the stale air and picked up traces of wine, perfume, sweat, and Sex. By the number of doors, and what I knew was another wing going off to the right at the end of the hall, there must have been a hundred rooms. So much Sex, so much money, and so much danger.

I looked at the dozen or so men plying the halls. As expected, they represented the locals well. Some in dirty jeans and wool shirts, others in more urban dress, and a few in nice suits. None made eye contact with the American still standing at the door.

A second class of people were obviously bouncers – more aptly, guards. They wore holsters at their side and looked like someone you didn’t want a run-in with. One looked me over, considered me non-threatening, and moved back down the hall.

Finally, I spotted a few of my guys, and grabbed the nearest one. “Hey, Gonzo, what are you doing? Are you guys almost done?”

“Hell no! I’m looking for my third bitch. At least another hour,” Sergeant Gonzales replied.

“Have you seen any of the others?”

“Not lately. Don’t worry, we’re OK. Just having a little fun. You should do the same.”

“I don’t think so. I don’t want to catch something. “

“You won’t. They’re all checked here, they’re clean.”

“Yeah, no. Hey, don’t be too long. We all got to be up early. You see anyone else, tell them to be outside in 30 minutes.” I checked my watch. “By 10.”

Gonzo nodded, ran off, and disappeared down the next hall. I saw a few others and set the time for them as well by tapping at my watch and holding up three fingers on hand and making a circle with the other. After another 10 minutes of wandering the halls and catching most of them, I decided to head back to the bus.

A dozen yards from the exit, I spotted a woman standing outside what must have been her room. She was foreign, as they all were here: Russians, I guessed, or other Central Asian or Eastern European countries. I guessed her age to be in her thirties, maybe less.

Her brown hair reached just below her shoulders, wavy and recently brushed. Her face was beautiful, with a moderate amount of makeup. Slender body, from all the Sex she had every night. Good tits, not great, maybe a C cup. Long bare legs looming terrific in the 3- or 4-inch heels she wore.

The dress she wore was tight-fitting around her breasts and hips, and of course quite low-cut so that her red bra was visible. It ended just below her Ass, really helping to highlight her legs. As I approached, her gaze met mine, and she instantly shifted into a very provocative and inviting pose.

“You like?” was all she said as I passed the door before hers.

I started to shake my head and held up my right hand. “No thanks. Not interested.”

I kept walking towards her and looking. The woman was running her fingers through her hair and with her other hand she teasingly pulled the dress’ lower hem up even higher.

“You and I have good time. Promise.”

This time I paused before answering. “Uh, no. Just leaving.” Did she even understand English? The curt hand wave should be universal for ‘no.’

Just when I was physically passing her, she smoothly opened her top to reveal her tits and then squeezed them together. “I do this to cock. Forty dollars. You like, I know.” With that she kicked a heeled foot backwards to open the door and stepped to one side, allowing a clear passage into the room. She leaned up against the door, again striking a most alluring pose. Damn, she was good.

I slowed, then paused, fatefully. It was too much and too easy. And I had $40, and 30 minutes. Just like Domino’s. I stopped, and that’s all it took. Her fingers were tracing a line up her smooth white thigh (were Russians white?) and up towards her panties that I could now see. I was done, and going in. Damn.

I crossed the threshold and immediately scanned the room. Not like a Special Forces soldier; I was an aircraft mechanic. I scanned it like any paranoid careful guy would walking into a single-entrance box with a foreign whore, in a non-descript building at night, and a long way from the safety of Incirlik in a foreign country.

It was a cross between a Motel 6 and my teenage bedroom: a full-size bed in the corner to the right of the door, made up of a steel frame and a lumpy mattress; a small desk in the opposite corner, covered with makeup and an old CD boombox; and some sort of clothes storage thing, overstuffed to the point it couldn’t close. The last item in the room was a room heater-radiator that was on and threatening to burn me where I had stopped and stood.

The woman stayed at the door, smiling at me until I cleared the door’s path, then closed it. I saw no lock – good for my safety and a quick exit, but bad for privacy and modesty. She walked to the desk and proceeded to touch up her lipstick in a small mirror on the wall above the desk, then shot a few puffs from a perfume bottle at her neck and chest before turning to face me.

“Hello. I take care of you. You like.”

At least she wasn’t a crazy talker. I felt my guard go down a little and my desire for her rise, as evidence by the full feeling in my crotch.

I debated asking her name then dropped it. Who cared? It was probably Helga or something. Yeah, Helga, who was now crossing the room to me. She stopped right in front of me and draped her arms around my neck, drawing me down to kiss her.

Helga’s lips were soft and full against mine and smelled of sweet candy. Our tongues reached out at the same moment and the kiss intensified in its passion, and my hands automatically went to her hips to draw her body closer to mine. My erection was growing by the second and I ached to grind it against her body.

A sharp stab of pain in my face startled me and broke the kiss. I pushed Helga away as I raised a hand to my mouth. A few drops of blood – she had bit me! Helga stared directly at me and smiled, seemingly happy with her act.

“Hey, that hurt. Let’s keep it, uh, on the good side here.”

Helga seemed to acknowledge my request and came back in to finish the kiss. Once again, our lips and bodies touched, and my erection returned.

I soon felt comfortable enough to take it to the next level and slowly slid my hands up her sides and back before coming forward to palm her breasts. They were very firm, probably fake but I didn’t care – they looked terrific and felt better. Helga helped me by spreading her top open again, and I beheld a formidable cleavage just begging for my tongue and more.

Just as I dropped down to lick the valley between her breasts, Helga suddenly pushed hard against my upper chest with both hands, sending me hard into the wall. I felt the heat of the radiator burn against my right calf, but that was overcome by the punch to my stomach.

“What the hell…” What just happened? First the bite and now a sucker punch. Why was she…

A second punch quickly followed, this one to the left side of my face. It was a glancing blow that I had seen coming and was able to mostly avoid. Her hand hung out in space for an extra second, all the time I needed to grab it.

In a nearly smooth move that even surprised me, I drove her wrist downward and behind her back, spun both of our bodies around, and slammed Helga up against the wall. I made sure to trap her legs so she wouldn’t kick me with her heels. She fought to get away, but I had her pinned for the moment.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I maintained my grip on her wrist while reaching for and securing her other hand. “That punch hurt, you bitch.”

My mind raced to several conclusions, none that were good: she had wanted to knock me out and rob me, or worse. Or if I managed to get away, she’d alert the bouncer who’d beat the crap out of me. Either way, I was in trouble.

Surprisingly, I was also quite aroused. As I continued to grind her into the wall, I could smell her perfume at the back of her neck through her tangled hair. She rubbed her Ass against me to break my grip, and I smiled as I couldn’t help but drive my full erection into her Ass and hip.

What to do, what to do. Fling her across the room and run out? Release her with a warning, and hope she’d comply? Fuck her hard and fast? I wanted to get out of the room as soon as I could. I should have stayed in the bus.

Helga suddenly stopped her struggling and instead began to softly rub my cock with her Ass. Damn it felt good, but I wasn’t about to let go.

“Sorry. Hoped you like strong. I be good now.”

I waited another minute, and after she again stated her intent, I released her wrists while pushing her towards the desk and away from the door. I turned to the door to open it and jerked slightly when her hand suddenly covered mine on the knob.

“Please, don’t go. I want please you. Make up. Be nice.”

I looked at her eyes, looking deep within her brown eyes for a glint of truth. Whether I saw it, or whether I just saw her desire for me, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I released the knob, and after grabbing her wrists again we soon resumed kissing.

A few minutes went by with no more violence, just some heavy kissing. Helga had opened her top again to bare her beautiful breasts to me, and now began to unbutton my shirt. My hands hesitated before releasing her hands and again finding her hips. Her own fingers were now lightly scratching at my chest and occasionally flicked across my nipples, further exciting me.

As much as I wanted this to continue, I needed to finish and get outside before I was left behind. I found the lower hem of her dress and felt the smooth skin of her thighs, as well as the muscular power within her legs. I hoped to soon have them wrapped around me.

My hands firmly, almost roughly, slid her dress up over her hips to expose a pink thong just as her hands dropped to my pants buckle. She had me open in seconds and withdrew my cock from my underwear.

“Nice, very nice. Big one for me. I like.”

She kissed me one more time before trailing her lips and tongue down my bare chest and stomach until her face met my cock.

Helga licked her lips to moisten them, then lightly touched the top side of my shaft before sliding outward to its swollen head. Her mouth opened slowly to engulf the tip of my now throbbing cock, bringing it into her mouth without once losing contact with the skin.

I moaned as my cock slipped totally into Helga’s mouth. I felt my resistance and distrust of her melt away as I felt my hard dick reach to the back of her throat. And I finally let my hands relax their grip on her shoulders as her tongue extended along my full length as she continued to suck me with her beautiful lips and mouth.

I was just seconds from filling her mouth and getting safely out of the room. Helga had slid her hands down my back and Ass while she sucked me and when they reached my ankles, she pulled hard. I suddenly felt the room flip upside down on me.

I tilted backwards hard against the wall and grimaced as my back slid down along the radiator. I rolled onto the floor near the bed and hit my head on the lower steel rail, seeing flashes as Helga came towards me. Fighting the urge to pass out, I saw that Helga now had a small club in her hand, likely to knock me out and rob me, or worse. I feigned incapacitation, but as soon as she got close, I swept my right leg against her ankles and brought her to the floor, face down. In a flash I was on top of her and had her arms pinned. I needed to finish this quick before I lost my energy.

Keeping her pinned, I guided my still-hard cock into her Pussy and began fucking her as hard as I could. After a few minutes I pulled out and began fighting my way into her Ass, and several thrusts later I had bottomed out in her and again pounded her with all my energy. A powerful Orgasm blasted her Ass with my cum, and when I had finished emptying into her, I stood up and began to dress.

Helga rolled onto her back and watched me, her eyes still afire. I flipped several twenties onto the floor next to her, backed my way to the door and opened it, and stepped out into the hallway. Already I could see the other guys doing the same and heading for the parking lot.

I looked one last time at Helga who was now sitting up, and smiling, and waving to me as I left. I smiled, gave a little laugh, blew her a kiss, and headed for the door. An hour later we were back on Incirlik and safety, and I knew I had a memory that would last a lifetime.