by Pink, Nikki
“All of it.”
Got no fuckin’ choice. “Okay.”
Mr. Lee nodded his head very slightly. Although not a smile, it was as close as he got that day. “Oh, and of course you are aware, if you do not hold up your end of the bargain, your life will be forfeit.”
The Doctor clenched his jaw tightly. He knew that of course. But it had never been spelled out to him exactly like that. “Of course.”
“Very well. To thank you for your time I’d like to offer you a massage as a small gift.” What the fuck? I don’t want your fried rice fingers on me. The Doctor’s surprise must have been clearly visible as Mr. Lee went on to clarify, “From one of the girls.”
That’s more like it.
The Korean mafia boss nodded his head towards the right hand bodyguard. “Please follow Mr. Lee.”
I thought you were Mr. Lee. With an internal shrug the Doctor rose to his feet and bowed again to the mafia boss. He then turned and followed the other Mr. Lee back to the elevator, and this time down to the fifth floor.
While they descended he felt as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders. All his planning, all his hard work, all the risks he had taken were beginning to pay off. Assuming fucking Gauge does what he is supposed to do.
They passed another counter with another young Asian woman standing behind it. The bodyguard clicked his fingers at her as he walked past without any other acknowledgment. She bowed and then scurried off somewhere.
They entered a room that looked somewhat like a hotel room. Ahead as they entered was a large bed with crisp made up sheets. The floor was polished hardwood. There was a vanity with some creams and lotions, a mirror and a comb, and underneath a mini-bar.
The other side of the room was where this room differed from a normal hotel room though. The wooden floor ended, and an inch or two lower was a floor tiled with thousands of small white ceramic squares, presumably for water runoff.
There was a large bathtub big enough for four people, and next to it there was an over-sized shower head protruding from a wall that was otherwise covered in mirrors.
The other major feature of that side of the room was the massage table whose legs were fixed into the floor.
Mr. Lee pointed to the vanity where there was a single chair. “Wait.”
The Doctor made to walk over to take a seat, but found his arm once again held in the vice like grip of the young gangster. I’ve just about had e-fucking-nough of this.
“Boots.”
The Doctor looked down. There was a clearly marked entrance area to the room, which was apparently where he was supposed to remove his boots. The Doctor yanked his arm free of the Korean’s grip and grudgingly removed his boots.
Apparently satisfied, Mr. Lee left the room and closed the door behind him. The Doctor went and sat on the chair, and after a moment’s thought pulled open the mini-bar.
Inside the small refrigerator was a variety of unfamiliar looking beers. He selected one that said Cass and cracked it open, giving a relaxed sigh as the beer hissed open.
Just as he took his first sip there was a knock on the door, and before he could answer it opened. The woman from the counter outside came in, and behind her the Doctor saw another couple of women.
The counter woman slipped off her shoes and then entered the room, the other women following suit. The Doctor’s eyes bulged. There were more than a couple of women behind. He counted slowly as they kept on coming, one after the other.
Finally the tenth and final girl made her way in. He ran his eyes over the line of women in front of him. Each was dressed in a simple black dress that hung just above the knees. They varied in height from tiny to almost as tall as him, and from ridiculously thin, to athletic with what must be surgically enhanced breasts.
“Choice.” Said the lady in charge.
“Choice?”
“You choice one.”
Choose one. “Can I take them all?” The manager didn’t reply. The lined up girls didn’t laugh. Humorless assholes.
The Doctor laughed at his joke. No one else did.
“One.”
How am I supposed to choose? He ran his eyes up and down, and then settled on the tenth one, the last to enter the room. While the others looked forward impassively, the one on the end was a bit different. She looked nervous.
He gestured to her. “That one.”
There was a nod, and the other nine women filed out, leaving the manageress and the one remaining masseuse. The Doctor sipped his beer as they left, and then watched on in amusement as the manageress let out a stream of angry sounding words in what he assumed was Korean.
The manageress went to the entrance and put her shoes back on. She bowed to the Doctor, said another couple of terse words to the girl and left.
The Doctor sipped his beer and watched the girl, who stood there watching him. She was quite short, but not tiny. Her hair was as black as a moonless midnight and her oval eyes held deep black pupils. He looked at her chest. Her breasts protruded somewhat, though she clearly wasn’t massively endowed.
He drained the last of his beer and placed the can down in front of the vanity mirror. He rose to his feet and walked over to the girl. Now how’s this going to work.
“What now?”
She thought for a moment. “Wash your body.” She made rubbing motions on her arms and legs as if it was him who had a problem with English.
He grinned and began to strip. She watched him, and then pointed over to the shower head when he was completely naked. Yes ma’am.
The Doctor went over to the shower and turned it on. There was soap and a washcloth there too. The water was instantly at a pleasant temperature. He stood under it for a moment, and then turned around to face the other side of the room, with the girl.
He was surprised to see that she, too, had stripped naked. Her body was small and slim with almost no fat. Her breasts were small but shapely. Like two halves of a tennis ball chopped in half and topped with a chocolate raisin.
“That’s what I like to see!” he yelled across the room.
She didn’t respond, but he watched, curious, as she made her way over to the massage table. She pulled out a shower head that was secreted somewhere around it, and washed the massage table down.
Next, he watched as she opened a drawer that was part of the underside. She pulled out a tube of something and then began to apply it to her body. He rubbed the washcloth and soap over his muscular body quickly, eager to know what would happen next. Shoulda’ brought Eag. He loves Asian bitches.
The girl was soon slick and shiny. As she was bent over rubbing it into her calves she caught his eye and gave a shy smile. He grinned back. Between his legs he was beginning to grow hard. He didn’t try and hide it. This ain’t gonna be a regular massage.
“Come here.”
“Yes ma’am.” Doc strutted over to the naked girl, standing an inch away from her. His hardness jutted out in front of him, almost touching her flat belly. His expectant face turned to a grin as she reached down and grabbed him, pumping him twice slowly.
“Lie down.”
She released her grip. The things I’m going to do to you, slut… He climbed up onto the massage table and lay on his back. Come for a ride.
“Other way.”
“Other way?”
“Turn over.”
He sighed. We’ll do it your way for the moment. His cock pressed down into the wet surface of the massage table under him. He could no longer see the girl as she stood behind him. He heard the little drawer open and close again, and then the sound of something being uncapped.
A trail of something liquid was poured up each of his legs, his back and shoulders. Then came her hands. With fast rubbing motions she ran them all over his body, from his feet, to his thighs, to his firm ass and over his muscular back. As they ran over him they turned the liquid soap frothy, and soon he was covered in slick, soapy suds.
She came into view for a moment and he watched as she applied the
soap to her own body too, rubbing it all over herself in front of him until she too was covered in fluffy bubbles.
She grinned at him. “Now I wash you.”
“I just took a shower!” Cute accent.
Her only response was an enigmatic grin.
She disappeared from view, but then he sensed, and then felt her again. She climbed up onto the massage table and lay her nude body on top of his. Then, reaching under the table, she slid her body back and forth over him.
“Holy shit!” He’d never felt anything quite like it before. It was good. Better than good. She worked her slick, naked body over his, up and down, back and forth. Her two legs slid up either side of his right thigh, her pussy sliding over the part that faced her. She slid up his body, her bare buttocks pressing into his back, and then her pussy rubbing against the back of his neck sending a shudder down his spine.
She slid off him. “Turn over.”
Finally. He turned over, careful not to slide off the table. He was the hardest he’d been since he was a teenager. Time to take you for a ride you little slut.
Again she slid up and down his body, taking care to rub her breasts and ass and pussy over as much of him as possible. She teased his cock by rubbing her slick slit against it, but when he made to thrust into her she giggled and slipped away.
Doc found himself having to use his hands to grip the massage table to stop from sliding off. If that hadn’t been the case, there would have been no way to resist grabbing her by the ass and forcing himself in her. He was almost shaking from anticipation.
She crept up his body and her eyes looked into his. She pressed her lips to his and they were soft and hot and sweet. Finally. Enough with the teasing. Now fuck me goddammit.
She broke off the kiss, and before he knew what was happening she’d hopped off him onto the wet floor.
“Goddammit!”
She laughed in amusement and then pulled out the shower head. The powerful spray quickly washed the soap off her body, and then the top of his.
“Wash soap, towel, bed.”
Wash soap, towel, bed? I think you need to go back to English class honey.
Doc, feeling incredibly aroused, and incredibly frustrated, pulled himself off of the massage table. She directed a spray of water over him to leave his tattooed, muscular body suds free.
She grabbed him by his erect manhood and yanked him forwards to the ‘dry’ side of the room. Two towels were waiting. He ran his eyes over her small body as she dried. The damage I could do to you…
“Lie!” she pointed at the bed.
He eyed the commanding, naked girl, who stood with her hands on her hips, a playful smile teasing the corners of her lips.
Two more minutes. I’ll give you two more fucking minutes of teasing and that’s it.
He lay face down on the bed and then felt her weight join him near his feet. Two hands reached around his waist and pulled gently. He followed the gesture and rose to his knees.
What the fuck are you doing now? You’re the one who should be on your hands and knees. Doc’s annoyance was slightly assuaged when he felt one of her small hands grasp him around his manhood and begin to move back and forth.
“Fuck!” Doc let out a yelp of surprise. The girl had placed her tongue on his ass and as she worked him with her hand, she thrust and twisted her tongue inside him sending shivers of pleasure through him. He’d never felt anything like it before.
She brought him to the edge once, twice, three times. Then he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Now it’s my turn you little cocktease.” I’m going to enjoy this.
***
Yumi lay on the bed, sniffling. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to ruin it?
The door slammed open. “Get up lazy whore!” yelled the manageress in Korean.
The girl started to comply, but her aching body wouldn’t obey.
When the manageress spoke again her tone was softer. She’d seen her. Seen the bed. Seen the bruises. Seen the unopened condom still lying on the dresser. Seen the blood. “What did he do to you?”
Yumi collapsed into sobs, her small naked form quaking on the bed. She should never have come to America.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nicole
It seemed like the accounting class would never end. I kept checking my cell phone, checking the time over and over again. The minutes ticked by slowly as the professor droned on and on and on.
Finally it hit 4:50pm and the second the professor dismissed us I was up and heading for the door.
“Hey, Nicole—” It was Ben. He’d been waiting outside of the door for me.
“Sorry. Can’t talk. Gotta go.”
“Please, I—” I didn’t hear the rest as I disappeared into the throng of students heading outside. I don’t know if he tried to follow me or not, but if he did I’d lost him by the time I was outside.
I walked across the campus, and by 5p.m. I was there. The main gate. I broke into a trot when I saw the bike and ran over to him.
“Hey, sweetness.”
Sweetness? I like that. “Hey,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. He stretched out a hand clad in a fingerless leather glove and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, pulling me towards him.
The touch of his hand and leather on my skin sent a thrill through me, and I let myself be reeled in. Our heads knocked gently together, and then our lips met. Soft but firm, an electric thrill went through me as our lips pressed together.
The scent of leather and gasoline fumes was like a drug, and in a moment our tongues were running against each other as I felt him caress my ass over my jeans.
“Get a room!” someone yelled.
We broke off the kiss and laughed.
“Come on.” Jase handed me a helmet and I climbed up behind him before putting it on.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
He started the bike and I shivered as the vibrations begin to pour through me. I leaned forward into his back, enjoying the feeling of my breasts pressed up against his jacket and broad back.
I smiled softly to myself as we rode away, and I let my hands rest on his thighs.
With the wind rushing against me and the engine roar filling my ears I began to feel alive again, really alive. The world of accounting lectures, Belinda, and term papers faded as I was transported to the other world I’d so recently discovered. The world of bikes and men. I didn’t let the bad things that had happened into my thoughts, instead I focused on the wind rushing over me and the press of our bodies together.
I squeezed my fingers against his thighs, and before I knew what I was doing I was running my hands over his crotch, and squeezing between his legs. I smiled invisibly to myself as I felt him stir.
I let my fingers massage him, teasing and squeezing his legs and thighs and crotch. I considered unbuttoning him, but rejected the idea. What if we stopped at a red light? That wouldn’t look good. And teasing him is fun anyway.
We headed out of town and onto a minor road, and then finally an unpaved track. The harsh landscape seemed still and peaceful, but of course over the roar of the engine it was impossible to tell. High above us I saw a vulture circling. Nothing for you here, buddy.
I wondered who owned all this land. Was it private property? Owned by the state? Who’d made this track? Maybe I’d ask Jase later.
The almost-road wound around a small but steep hill, and then I saw our destination and grinned. A small river snaked ahead of us, quiet and calm and clear. Along the edge were a variety of trees, more than I’d seen in the last half hour of riding through the harsh landscape.
I squeezed him through his pants as he brought us to a halt. It was like there was an iron bar buried beneath the denim of his jeans and I wanted it, wanted him.
Luckily, he wanted the same thing. He stopped the bike and we both pulled off our helmets. He turned around and kissed me again, and as he did so ran a hand along my back under my top sending shiv
ers down my spine.
The taste of mint gum filled my mouth as our hungry mouths devoured each other. The position was awkward and soon Jase had two strong hands around my waist and was lifting me around to sit astride him.
“Put me down.”
He looked disappointed for a moment, until he realized why I wanted to be put down. As soon as my feet hit the floor I kicked off my shoes and begin to wriggle out of my tight jeans.
I was a new person. Wild. Like Lucy. A week ago I’d never have stripped naked outside. My most daring sexcapade in the past had been having sex on an ex-boyfriend’s living room floor while his roommates slept, instead of in a bed. I remembered the daringness of our actions running through my mind for weeks afterward.
But now, I’d discovered a new me, a new Nicole who could give in to her desires and take what she wanted.
My jeans dropped to my ankles and I pulled off my t-shirt. I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, dropping it on top of my jeans. The old Nicole would have covered he breasts shyly with her hands. But not this one. I stepped toward him and offered myself to him.
He greedily accepted and sucked my right breast into his mouth, his tongue immediately flicking over my hard nipple sending shivers shooting through me.
My hands reached to the waistband of my red panties and pulled them down. One hand grabbed my other breast while the other squeezed my ass. Naked under the fading sun and the open skies I let my new biker lover touch me, taste me, feel me and grope me.
I used my hands to unbuckle his belt. I looked down at him, his head buried in my chest, his dirty blond hair trailing down and tickling my stomach. I undid the buttons of his fly and bit my lip when his thick, hard manhood emerged. I wrapped my right hand around him and slid it up and down slowly, while my left hand sneaked into his thick head of hair and grabbed a handful.
His mouth moved over to my other breast and he pulled off his gloves before slipping a hand between my legs, running over my folds and spreading my wetness. He didn’t enter me but I found myself grinding myself against his strong hand.
Our mutual teasing didn’t last long. He released my breast and his head rose.