One Night
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You've seen her several times at the club where you hang with your cronies most Saturday nights. On countless occasions, your eyes have met across the crowded dancefloor; coincidental, unintentional or otherwise, you don't really give a hoot. You've gazed back each time, unabashedly, to her unwavering stare. A mere stranger but you know you want her - badly. Wondering if your thoughts are mutual, you then wish she would take the initiative to make the first move because you sure as hell haven't the guts to.
Tonight, she looks as ravishing as all the other times you've seen her, and you like how her thick lashes, carefully mascara'd, lend an aura of mystique to those dark eyes.
"Gonna stare all night?" Sooyoung looks in the direction your eyes are fixated, yelling into your ear above the din, breaking your train of thought. "Look, make a move before someone else beats you to it."
There's a guy attempting to chat her up; her body language screams indifference, but she's throwing glances in your direction all the while.
"You're asking me to pick up a perfect stranger?" You shout back over the loud, thumping music. "What if she doesn't play for the same team?"
"Hohoho...believe me, that one definitely does." Sooyoung thinks she's been around the gay circuit long enough to tell. She nudges you with her elbow. "Hurry," your well-meaning friend says, urging you to make your move as the girl dismisses the guy and saunters off by herself towards the back of the club, but not before shooting another glance at you.
Taking a deep breath, throwing back your head, you down your tequila shot in a single gulp, with your friends cheering you on. There's a lump in your throat and your head's already starting to reel. You're nervous as fuck, but out of bravado, you decide that tonight's the night - or never.
*
Letting yourself out the back exit of the club, you stare into a dark and narrow alleyway, and you squeal in disgust as a cockcroach scurries past your feet. You hear someone laughing, and you get a whiff of cigarette smoke. As your eyes get conditioned to the poor lighting of your immediate surroundings, you see her leaning against the wall, almost hidden by a stack of beer crates.
"What took you so long?" You hear her voice for the first time - husky and sultry.
A puff of smoke billows in your direction and out of reflex, you wave your hand in a bid to dissipate it. Caught off guard by her question, you stammer, "Wh-what... d'you mean?"
"Oh. Come. On. Your eyes have been on me the entire evening. You followed me out here, didn't you?"
You scratch your head sheepishly, racking your brains for something to say that wouldn't put you in a bad light, making you look stupid. Yes, you were eyeing her - not just tonight but all those other nights, too. And yes, you did follow her out here, but you're not sure what to say without her thinking the worst of you. You hate to admit it but admit you must - you're a bitch in heat and since you've likened yourself to an animal, you want to mount her and mate with her the first opportunity you get.
"Spot on," you finally say. Your heart is in your mouth, but you make an attempt to exude a little more confidence. Further emboldened by the alcohol consumed earlier, you shoot back, " But haven't you been eyeing me, too? Correct me if I've caught the wrong vibes, but I think you totally wanted me to follow you? "
"Female intuition, such an amazing phenomenon." She takes a final drag of her cigarette before dropping the butt onto the ground, stubbing it out under her boots. "So, Stranger, since we've already established the fact that we haven't both caught the wrong vibes, what do you propose we do?" she asks with a smirk, and you would be daft not to know what's next on her agenda.
"This sounds kinda direct, but ..." you hesitate before blurting out, "...D'you wanna fuck?" The last word emphasised. It's the alcohol. It's definitely the alcohol.
Stepping out from the shadows, offering a better view of herself, you like what you see standing before you; your interestslashexcitement (really, just read lust) increasing tenfold.
"Oooh, how forthcoming! But hey, I like... and I have absolutely no objections to your...uh...somewhat... crude suggestion."
She steps closer towards you; your heart is pumping so hard that you think it's ready to burst out of your chest. You're mere centimeters apart now, and there's a curious mixture of perfume and cigarettes on her that you find oddly intoxicating. She's taller than you and that intimidates you a little. She lowers her head a tad, at an angle, and looks as if she's about to kiss you when - OH, SHIT - footsteps and loud voices from behind startle the two of you. Two club employees coming out back to have a smoke at what couldn't have been a more inopportune time. Cockblockers, you mentally scream, but for decorum's sake, you move away from each other.
"I don't know about you, but I hardly think this is an ideal place to get it on," she says, clearing her throat a little.
"Uhm, yeah. Maybe not here. " Readily, you agree.
*
Moments later, at a yogwan around the corner from the club, the two of you are standing before a small window with the faded sign, RECEPTION, on top of it. A burly, middle-aged woman sits inside, devoid of all facial expressions, staring back nonchalantly at a tall, attractive, dark-haired girl and a shorter, equally good-looking one ( you're really not too bad ) with golden-brown hair. The viewing pleasure of her favourite re-run on TV has just been disrupted and she is not pleased.
"We don't rent by the hour," the ahjumma declares, flatly. "It's W45,000 up-front and you check out by 10am."
*
The minute the door is securely locked, she's all over you. You're pushed back against the door, her body pinned tightly against yours. She kisses the base of your throat, slowly moving up your neck to your jawline, and finally ending at your ear, gently biting its lobe. She has one hand in your hair, the other darting underneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your body, giving you goosebumps, and you feel your knees buckle under the immense pleasure of her touch. You madly want her to kiss you on the mouth, but she seems to have other ideas.
"Mind if I grab a shower first?" she whispers against your ear. "I'm just fastidious about cleanliness. You should, too, after me. Or maybe together? "
She doesn't wait for you to answer - you take too Goddamn long to make up your mind - and before you know it, she's hustled you into the bathroom.
She's stripping off her clothes while you stand rooted to the spot; your brain and your fingers are not in sync as the latter keep fumbling but your shirt doesn't seem any closer to getting unbuttoned, while the former keeps reminding you that you need to be buck naked in order to take a shower.
"Hey, you're not shy, are you? " she asks, grinning at you, the red-faced stranger.
Hers is a front-clasp bra and you watch, mouth slightly agape, as she finally liberates what you've been wanting to see. And squeeze. Maybe suck. Lick. Whatever. ( But that's for later.) You hope you're not hyperventilating because you can't have her thinking that you're a pervert.
"C'mon. Or are you waiting for me to rip them off you? You like it rough, maybe?" She's bending down to slide off her thong, offering you full view of her - posterior. Why the sudden formality? Just say 'ass' , you dumbass.
She looks as if she meant it, that part about ripping your clothes off of you, when she flashes you a devious grin.
"N-no... I-I... can do it myself, " you insist, stammering. Turning your back to her, you start peeling off your clothes. You're really not that shy, only rather self-conscious that maybe your body doesn't quite measure up to hers. But you needn't have worried because the look of approval she gives you when she finally sees you in your birthday suit more than makes up for your lack of self-confidence.
She steps into the pityfully-narrow shower stall, pulling you in with her. Someone turns on the faucet and warm water comes pelting down on you. There really isn't much space and you're bumping against each other a fair bit. She's absurdly close to you. Fully expecting her to not keep her hands to herself, you're disappointed when all she does is - shower?
As if reading your mind, she hands you the soap, saying, "Too cramped to do anything here. I'll make it up to you, promise." Her elbow accidentally bumps against your chest and you feel something reacting strongly to that touch. She looks down and smiles knowingly, "You horny devil, you. You're so turned on."
"Shut up," you snap, embarrassed, turning away from her to do your own thing. What an ordeal this has turned out to be. Impatient for her to finish showering, you mentally and methodically go through the list of unmentionables that you plan to do to her the minute you get her into that bed.
Anyway, you finish first, gladly getting out of that stall. Drying yourself off, you then go through your usual routine before bedtime, like brushing your teeth, cleaning the muck (make-up) off your face, and such.
You're hidden under the bed covers, remote control in hand, channel surfing, when she finally exits the bathroom, stark naked. In your excitement, your finger accidentally hits the in-house adult entertainment video channel on the gadget, and instantly, a woman's voice comes on, moaning loudly in an exaggerated, most wanton manner, obviously in the throes of sexual excitement. You're all thumbs as you desperately try to change the channel but instead, you press the volume control and the wanton woman's moans are further amplified. OH, FUCK!
Laughing, she pries the gadget from your hand and shuts the TV off. She pulls the bed covers off you, saying, "You don't need that to get off when we have our own live sex channel here. I'll have you moaning like that in a bit. No, louder."
The moment you've been anticipating eventually happens when she slips in next to you. She straddles your waist, and you immediately make to get up, remembering that the order of things on your to-do list is all wrong. Wait a friggin' minute. This is not right. I'm supposed to be on top - I wanna be on top - and in charge. You try to flip her over but not only is she taller but she's also a lot stronger. She holds your shoulders down firmly, leaning in to whisper against your lips, "Relax, okay? Let me make love to you. Or in your lingo - fuck you."
You smell mint on her breath when her lips finally close in on yours, and all you hear is the thumping of that all-important blood-pumping organ in your chest, and you forget about taking charge. You voluntarily part your lips, allowing her tongue to seek yours, and to explore your mouth. Your hands are wrapped around her neck while she has one hand on your breast, gently massaging it, lightly pinching your nipple. Her other hand has found its way between your legs, cupping your sex, her thumb pushing back the small fold of skin to reveal your already distended nub, rubbing it in circular motions.
She breaks away from kissing you, laughing into your mouth. "You're so wet. You're practically leaking. You must like what I'm doing to you, huh? "
You have your hand over hers to ensure that it doesn't stop what it's doing. The pleasure is building up and you're desperate to get off. "You talk too much. Don't stop...right there. Harder! Aaahh...put it in now..."
"Put what in?" She's teasing you, driving you insane.
"You bitch..." You grab her finger and hold it against your damp entrance. "You know what I mean. IN. NOW." You're pretty intent on getting your own way.
"You want me in you now, huh? In other words, fuck you?" She takes pity on you and slowly eases her finger into you. You wince as you feel it intruding into your warmth, and catching your expression, she says, "You feel really tight in there. I don't want to hurt you, so, loosen up, alright? "
You nod, touched by her thoughtfulness. She begins to pump her finger in and out of you, slowly at first, then faster, adding another finger, curling them upwards. You start to moan and she feels your inner walls clamping down on her fingers. You're very close to climax and she's experienced enough to detect it simply going by those tell-tale signs from your facial expressions. You feel waves of sensations of a most intense nature pulsating through you, and you come. Real hard. You arch your back, biting on your own knuckle to stifle your screams, but she pulls it away from your mouth, as the last thing she wants is for you to hurt yourself.
"Don't hold it in, babe," she tells you, softly, in a tone you find soothing, her fingers still pumping. She then lowers her breast to you. "Don't bite. Just take me in your mouth."
Still tremoring, you take her nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking your tongue over it, feeling it harden, hearing her gasp as she throws her head back, realising that while she's pleasuring you, she needs to get off as well. You pull her fingers out of you, feeling your own fluids on them. You reach for the tissues on the nightstand but she stops you and you watch wide-eyed at how she coolly resolves the issue of gooey fingers with a few licks.
She rolls off you, lying sideways, propping herself up on an elbow. She leans over and licks that beauty spot you have on your left cheek.
"Ugh...that's gross." You shy away, a little disgusted by being licked there.
She's totally unfazed by your rejection, saying, "You have the cutest mole there. It's very becoming."
She gazes into your eyes and you blush at the compliment. You look away, afraid that your one-night stand would turn into something more if you continue to look at that almost-flawless face. Even sans make-up, she is gorgeous, and you remember why you were so enamoured the first time you ever lay eyes on her. You want to get to know her better but you're apprehensive; you're afraid that she thinks of you as nothing more than a mere stranger picked up from some random club, good only for a fuck, and nothing more. She hasn't even bothered to ask for your name, and you're not obliged to tell her either. You know zilch about her, although you're curious. She hasn't asked a single question about you, so, you assume she's not interested, and you fully understand the concept behind the term, one-night stand. No fuss. No muss. No strings attached. Just fuck and go.
"Uhm...are you tired? " You ask, thinking that you should return the favour. You're looking up at the ceiling. You're so afraid you'll fall for her if you look at her.
"Why? Oh, I know...you want to be on top, " she mocks. She lies flat on her back, tugging at your arm, dragging you closer to her. "Okay, hop on. I'm all yours. Take me!"
You hover above her, supporting your weight with your hands, one on either side, but she pulls you down onto her, her body now pinned beneath yours, and you like the sensation of her breasts pressed against yours.
"No worries, " she says in that quiet, husky tone of voice that you find so appealing. "I like being crushed by you."
You can't bear to look at her. You close your eyes, your mouth over hers, savouring the taste of her lips, sucking in her minty breath, as you begin to make love to her. Slowly and tenderly, you grind your body against hers. She responds in kind, her hips rocking alongside yours, matching your every movement.
If this is only a one-night stand to her, then you would want her to remember this one night for the rest of her life.
*
You wake up alone the next morning as you've anticipated you would. Your head is filled with thoughts about the beautiful stranger that you've just spent the night with. You wonder if you would ever see her again. You're already thinking of things you want to say to her if you're ever to meet again. Of course, it wouldn't be, "D'you wanna fuck?" For starters, you're going to ask her name, and tell her yours. Perhap this, "I really want to get to know you better because there's a chance that I could've already fallen for you."
*
It's a couple of weeks later and it's Saturday night. You're hanging out with the gang at the same club. You haven't seen her since that night and again, you're probably going home disappointed at the end of the evening. Your friends are somewhere out there on the dancefloor but you're drinking alone at the bar, still thinking of her, always hoping.
Gulping down the last of your whiskey and soda, you almost choke when someone suddenly comes into your peripheral vision. You can hardly believe your own eyes but sure enough, she's jostling through the crowd, making her way towards you. Your heart skips several beats and forsooth, you even think it has stopped pumping completely - have you died and gone to heaven? - when she's finally standing right before you.
"Well, hello again, Stranger," she begins, smiling. That husky voice. It screams seduction and it gets to you everytime. You simply want to tear your hair out in sexual frustration.
"Yo." You nod in acknowledgement, trying not to sound too eager. You snap your fingers to get the bartender's attention. "Get you a drink?"
" Whatever you're drinking."
You point to your empty glass and signal two fingers to the bartender who promptly delivers the drinks.
"When's the last time you were here?" You casually ask, not wanting her to think that you're sounding her out, which of course, you damn well are.
"The last time we fuc...uhm...met? And you?" Even the manner in which she lifts the glass to her lips intrigues you.
"Uhm ...I'm here most Saturday nights. Just to chill...you know, de-stress. My job is pretty demanding?" Maybe that's a little too much info but you're only opening up a bit to her, and you wish she would tell you a bit about herself, like, what's her freakin' name, for instance. You decide to take the chance, never mind that she'd immediately think you're interested in her, and it really doesn't do anything for your ego, as you don't usually make the first move on a potential love interest. But, you present her with your business card anyway.
She takes one look and laughs. "Jessica Jung? Barrister-at-law? Whoa..."
"What's funny? My name or my profession?"
"Forgive me....hahaha...but I just can't imagine you, all prim and proper, being politically correct, minding your p's and q's in court, and oh my God...your epic D'you wanna fuck?"
"D'you have to remind me? Okay, so I'm a foul-mouthed lawyer, deal with it." You merely shrug it off. "So, what do you do? Surprise me."
She fishes out her card and it's your turn to laugh. "Holy mofo....Kwon Yuri, Investment Banker?"
"I know right? So, I take it you're surprised?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Indeed, an investment banker who looks the way she does, you'd never have guessed.
She gazes into your eyes with an intensity that makes you uncomfortable. It shows, the way you're squirming in your seat. You stare into your whiskey and soda, desperately thinking of something -anything - to say, to alleviate the situation you're in, and you finally ask in a small voice, "Why are you here tonight?"
"You don't know?"
You stare at her blankly, but your blank expression belies the turmoil that's going on inside of you. You finally lose it, slamming your glass down on the bar counter a little harder than necessary. "Fuck's sake! I don't see you for weeks and you suddenly appear before me, screwing up my senses completely. I don't know! I won't know unless you tell me! So, tell me and put me out of my fucking misery!"
This is hardly the place to talk. She sighs and takes you by the hand, leading you out the back exit of the club. In familiar territory, you're once again reminded of that night.
She pushes you against the wall and before you even have a chance to protest, her lips have come crushing down on yours, kissing you hard. Out of pent-up desire, or maybe frustration - you're not sure which - you kiss her back, your tongue battling against hers. You feel her hands squeezing your ass and you moan into her mouth. Panting, she detaches her lips from yours and kisses that mole on your left cheek. You then feel her collapsing into you, her chin resting on top of your head.
Your face is buried in the crook of her neck and you detect that familiar scent of perfume and cigarettes again, and you find that most comforting.
She gently thumbs the cheek where your mole is located. "God, I've been thinking about you, your mole, your foul mouth - everything. I purposely stayed away from the club to see if my gut instincts were correct, because I've never been wrong, and...and... I just couldn't stay away any longer. You insensitive bitch, if you're still gonna say you don't fucking know, I swear I'm gonna fuck you senseless, right here, right now!"
You're speechless, surprised at her angsty, little outburst, but what you've just heard agrees with you, bad language and all. Especially the bad language.
"So, whose the one with the foul mouth now?" You can't help teasing.
"Stop annoying me or...or... I really will - "
"Or you really will fuck me senseless? " You finish off for her.
You're feeling on top of the world because something tells you you won't be going home alone tonight.
***
A/N: I know the smut doesn't measure up to what you guys are used to reading, but this is as far as I'm willing to go.
*yogwan - a small hotel, not necessarily a love hotel, but many do rent by the hour for you-know-what.