After a few more of these one-way exchanges, the innkeeper pushed his “pals” bodies aside and stood up. "This has all been fun, but now we do really have to get down to business." Raising up the blond's feet by his boot heels, the innkeeper announced , "First these black beauties have to go back into my inventory." The blond's boots slide off easily. The dark haired officer's boots took a bit of tugging, but soon they too were lying empty on the floor beside their owner's socked feet. The innkeeper then set about the (for him) not unpleasant task of undressing his two guests. He started by unbuttoning and opening their uniform tunics. He popped all the buttons on the flies of their breeches then pulled the officers' breeches and their underwear down their legs to their socks. All the while, the innkeeper was savoring his favorite kinky fantasy.He imagined to himself that his guests really wanted to be lying stripped butt naked before him. More than that, he imagined both Nazi officers now really wanted to feel his lips teasing their nipples. Now they were proudly offering up their private parts, inviting him to admire them too. The dark haired "superman" even wanted his socks pulled off and his toes sucked. But, the inkeeper reserved his kinkiest fantasy for the blond. He imagined this young officer begging him to play "Milk Maid" with him. The innkeeper was happy to oblige and was quite surprised when the blond actually did respond to him by stiffening up and, after a bit of coaxing, shooting forth "quite a bucket full!"

When the innkeeper was finaly done thus amusing himself, he stood for a moment just enjoying the site of the two stripped Nazis sprawled out, --one on the couch, the other nearby his comrade on the floor. Around them lay various discarded parts of their uniforms, and, oh yes, two pairs of empty, highly polished boots.

The innkeeper's friends in the resistance had come to expect that when he notified them he had a ”Pick Up”, they would find what he called his "Plucked Nazi Chickens" lying unconscious, their bodies laid out neatly side by side in a back hallway of his hotel. Nobody cared that the younger, junior ranking officers would usually be stripped naked from the waist down. (The innkeeper was cautioned not to completely remove officers’ uniform tunics as the rank insignia and medals could be useful during interrogation.)

For his services, the innkeeper was welcome to keep his Nazi customers' B-S-U (Boots, Socks and Underwear.) Most of these items he then sold back to future Nazi customers . (It's always good business to RECYCLE invertory). Since his prices were amazingly low, none of his customers ever seemed to care how he'd come to possess his wares. And every young officer who bought a pair of boots from him, was sure to receive a special invitation for a complimentary specialty cocktail during the Inn's Happy Hour.