It was simply impossible for him to take his eyes away from her. His eyes danced along her body as she moved across the stage with both ease and grace. Colonel Landa sat at his usual table at the front row, only inches away from the stage and the elegant beauty that was singing before him.

Her voice made him shiver in such pleasant way which almost made him hard inside his trousers.

The woman was petite yet she had curves at the right places. Her brown long hair reached down her shoulders and ended just above her small breasts. Colonel Landa smiled to himself as he watched her plump lips sing out the words of "Dream a little dream of me". He closed his eyes and pictured her in front of him, in his bed - naked and with him on top. He had once been called to "tease rough" and he chuckled at the thought as he gazed at his next prey upon the stage.

When the song finally ended, the room exploded with clapping hands, cheers and whistling. The woman upon the stage smiled as she bowed in front of them, and she reached out her arms as if to collect all the applause and cheers bosom. Colonel Landa stood up at this table, clapping along with the rest of the crowd and for a second their eyes met. She had seen him staring at her all evening and she knew perfectly well who he was, though she did not fear him like so many others did. She soon walked off stage and Landa could hardly wait until he could get a minute alone with her, preferably in her own private dressing room behind the stage.

...

Emmanuelle sighed with relief as she closed the door behind her and sat down by her enlightened mirror. A gruesome headache had struck her at the same moment she went off stage and the cheering and the applause hadn't made it any better. With two swift movements she threw off her high-heels and threw them into a corner. She buried her head in her hands and didn't wish for anything else but to lie in her bed, under those warm blankets.

A sharp knock on the door brought her back to reality and with a bitter mood she went to open the door. She had hoped there would be one of those drunken fans which she easily could drive away but when she opened the door she was met by a handsome clean-shaven man in a tidy uniform.

"Ah Emanuelle, you were fantastic, absolutely splendid." Colonel Landa brought her close to him in a swift movement and let his lips brush against hers. Emanuelle wasn't sure how to react and as she was about to open her mouth to speak, Landa had already let go of her body and lips.

Dumbfounded, she stood in the doorway, staring at him.

"Oh eh, thank you...Mr..?"

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself to a lady. Colonel Hans Landa of the SS at your service." The click of his bootheels and the salute send shivers down her spine. She hated Nazis more then anything else and she wasn't in the mood to speak kindly to any of them right now.

"Colonel, you say. How delighted to meet you." She fired off her best smile and caught herself blushing in front of him.

"May I step inside?"

Emanuelle thought he seemed far to self-confident and comfortable to ask that question, but that was perhaps because he knew that no one dared to deny a SS-Colonel at the door.

"Sure, why not. By all means, come in, Colonel."

As Landa walked past her she could feel the vague scent of whiskey, smoke and aftershave. An intoxicating smell, she confessed o herself. If there was one thing that Emmanuelle adored, it was the smell of a real man and Colonel Landa was a very good example of one.

Hans entered the room slowly and since he's a true gentleman, he waited for Emmanuelle to ask him to sit down. He watched her close the door and she turned to him, smiling politely.

"You are a true star, Emmanuelle. I hope you enjoyed the roses I sent to you."

With a slight twitch he nodded towards the big boguet of red roses stadning on her desk. Emmanuelle gazed in surprise as she had not seen the flowers when she entered the dressing room after her performance, perhaps she was just too tired after all.

"Colonel Landa, they are wonderful. Thank you very much." Once again she fired off her warmest smile and could only hope that he would soon leave her alone.

But instead of nodding a "you're welcome" and then leave, he walked up to her - close. His hazel eyes penetrated her blue with such intensity that she slightly backed away from him.

"Emmanuelle, I simply have to ease my heart. You...you are the most spectacular woman I've ever met. I've seen every show, every perfomance you've ever made and I simply can't stay away. You're my obsession."

He backed her up against the wall and let his lips brush against hers once more. Emmanuelle was shocked, surprised and so overwhelmed by what was happening that she couldn't think straight and she caught herself returning the kiss and even letting him slip his tongue inside her mouth.

He pushed his body against hers and made sure she could feel his excitement. Emmanuelle soon came back to her senses and pushed him away.

"Colonel Landa, I am very flattered that you find me talented and that you've seen so many of my perfomances, but I must ask you to leave now. I am awfully tired and it has been a long day. Thank you for the beautiful roses and good day you to."

She opened the door for him and stared down at the floor since she didn't dare to look him in the eyes as she was telling him to leave.

Hans walked towards the door but in the doorway he suddenly stopped, turned against her and whispered:

"I'll be coming back, Emmanuelle. Remember, you're my obsession and I ALWAYS get what I want and I want YOU."

With those words, Emmanuelle closed the door and sank into the chair.