Expensive Fuck

“Hi~ Sorry I’m late.”

You turn your head and look at the lady that's sashaying towards you, head tilted in faux embarrassment.

“It's fine,” you say, standing up to introduce yourself. “Miss Hwang right? I was just appreciating the music.”

“Oh darling, please spare the pleasantries. You can just call me Yeji,” she purrs as you pull the chair out before guiding it back in as she sits down.

“That's a really nice watch you got there,” she hums, gaze sweeping over your entire body as you sit back down, eyes lingering on the sparkling garget on your wrist for a moment. “You're really well dressed.”

“That's the least I can do for someone as beautiful as you.”

You take a second—no, third look at her, drinking in her appearance. She looks exactly like how her dating profile looks: pink hair in the main photo, smiling softly with those alluring cat eyes. Sunglasses perched on top of her head like a accessory, you dare say, she looks maybe even better in person.

Her bio was short and flirty: “Looking for someone who knows how to treat a girl right”. After too many painfully boring or overly “normal” matches that went nowhere, you thought of changing the pace. Why not try something different? Something playful. Something mysterious. But now you're wondering if you should have just stayed home. Playful and mysterious my ass.

“Any drink for you?” you ask, raising your hand to call for the waitress.

“Oh, absolutely,” she smiles, batting her eyelids at you, before setting her designer bag to the chair on her side.

The waitress appears almost immediately. Yeji picks up the menu and flips through it, eyes lingering deliberately on the higher-priced items. As expected. She orders the wagyu steak, a bottle of noticeably expensive red wine, and a side of truffle fries.

So much for asking her for her beverage of choice. She doesn’t even ask what you’re having. She just smiles at the waitress and adds, “Oh, and the chocolate lava cake for dessert, please.”

You raise an eyebrow internally but say nothing, before ordering the same as hers (minus the dessert).

The small talk starts easily enough. You compliment her outfit, saying how her white off-shoulder sweater pairs well with her pink hair. She asks about your job, compliments your restaurant choice, laughs at your dry jokes (you’re lame, no helping that) a beat too perfectly. Every laugh is accompanied by a slight lean forward, letting the sweater slip just a little more, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone and the hint of tempting cleavage underneath.

But you notice the patterns quickly.

Whenever the conversation dulls down, her eyes drift to your wristwatch again. When you mention a recent trip, she lights up and says, “Wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go somewhere like that with a person as nice as you…”

When you ask her about her hobbies she talks about how she loves shopping and going for rides in racing cars — both of which probably costing more per hour than most people's monthly salary.

And that's not all.

She eats slowly, savoring every bite, making soft appreciative sounds that border on sensual. “This steak is so good. You have great taste in places.” Another glance at the wine bottle. Another smile at your watch.

By the time the main course is finished, you're borderline irritated. She’s beautiful, and there's no denying that. The way her lips wrap around the fork. The way her tongue licks the creamy soup off the spoon. The occasional brush of her foot against your leg under the table which might have been “accidental” but probably isn't.

Everything about her screams money-grubber. She’s here for a free meal. Maybe she'll drag you out to buy more of her designer goods she bragged about bought with her “own” money.

You’ve seen this type on dating apps before. Girls who treat every date like an audition for a sugar daddy. Flirty enough to keep you hooked, expensive enough to test how deep your pockets are. It fucking pisses you off. You’re not even desperate for a relationship. You don’t mind treating someone on a first date, but the blatant seduction and fake innocence behind her every smile everytime? It makes your jaw tighten and your fist clench.

Still, when she excuses herself to the restroom and returns with her makeup freshly applied and that same teasing smile, you feel your body react against your prided “better judgment” and all your past failed experiences.

She really is hot as fuck.

The kind of hot that makes rational thought short-circuit.

Dessert arrives. She digs into the chocolate lava cake with a savouring hum, scooping a spoonful of thick molten chocolate and holding it out toward you playfully. “Want some? It’s amazingly sweet like you.”

You decline. She shrugs and continues eating, occasionally glancing at you (and your watch) with those sharp, pretty eyes.

When the bill comes, she doesn’t even pretend to reach for her purse. She just leans back, sipping the last of her wine, watching you with a small, expectant smile as you pull out your card.

“Thanks for dinner,” she says sweetly once you’ve paid. “It was really nice. You’re generous.”

The word “generous” lands like a hook to your chin.

“Yeah. Well… it was something.” You say, standing up and grabbing your jacket.

Outside, the night air is cool. “I guess I won't be seeing you again?” Yeji cocks her head at you, already expecting your acceptance of her shamelessness.

But the next thing you know, you're in an expensive hotel room with her mouth wrapped around your cock.

“Mmm… such a generous cock,” she murmurs after pulling off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening shaft. She strokes you slowly with her soft hand, thumb circling the sensitive underside. “All that money you spent on my wagyu steak and expensive wine… and now I get to enjoy this thick reward. How thoughtful of you.”

Yeji’s white sweater and skirt is already lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, but she's not naked. You would never have known if you just sent her home, but beneath it, she's wearing a revealing black leather and mesh outfit with little glimmering gemstones scattered all over her chest. Her soft pink hair sways rhythmically as she takes you back in, all while kneeling between your spread legs on the thin carpet.

“Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she muffles, her glossy lips stretched wide around your thick, throbbing cock. The wet, velvety heat of her mouth engulfs you completely as she swallows your meat, all while her tongue swirls around the swollen head whenever she comes up for a breather.

“Fuck Yeji, your mouth—” you grunt.

“Mmmph~” she moans, sliding down inch by inch, taking more of you with every bob of her head. You're still irritated as fuck, but her mouth, the sloppiness, the obscene, wet slurping sounds that echoes in the small room. It's all driving you insane.

Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth as she gags on your cock, running down your shaft and dripping onto the sparkling gemstones of her top. You groan deeply, one hand tangling in her silky pink strands, guiding her movements. Pulling her off your cock for a moment, you tilt her head up and stare into those sexy cat-like eyes.

“I paid for your dinner, so pay me with your body,” you growl.

Yeji smirks and stuffs you back into her throat, humming around your length, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to your balls. She pulls back until only the tip remains between her lips, then plunges down again, relaxing her throat to take you deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, filled with wicked amusement and raw hunger.

“Pay you?” she purrs, pulling off to lick her lips. “You bought me wagyu. Now you're the one who’s feeding me more meat.” Before you can respond, she dives back down, sucking you with renewed fervor. Her head moves faster now, thrusting onto you with long, sloppy strokes that have her gagging softly when your tip hits the back of her throat. She works you expertly, one hand pumping the base in time with her mouth while the other gently rolls and massages your balls.

“Fuck… Yeji…” you hiss, hips bucking involuntarily into her warm mouth as the irritation slightly dissipates for a moment.

“You were so irritated during dinner, watching me order whatever I wanted. But look at you now, letting a money-loving slut suck your cock in a expensive hotel. Does it turn you on knowing I only came for the free meal… and this?”

Her words sting, but they also fuel the fire.

“I hate it. I fucking hate money grubbers like you.” You grip her pink hair tighter and push her head down, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “But you know what? I also love fucking money grubbers like you who spread you legs wide for fat cocks like mine.”

Yeji moans encouragingly around you, taking in your words like how she's taking in your cock, throat relaxing to let you use her. The wet, gagging sounds grow louder as you thrust deeper, her tongue still working frantically against the underside of your shaft.

She alternates between deep-throating you until her nose presses against your pelvis and pulling back to bestow attention on the head — licking, sucking, and flicking her tongue over the slit to taste every drop of pre-cum leaking out. Saliva is already coated all over her chin and black top, making the gemstones sparkle even brighter under the dim light of the hotel room.

“Fucking slut, gobbling my meat like a greedy bitch,” you moan and thrust into her face, as her lips, tongue and throat works in perfect harmony, all in an effort to drive you insane. After several long minutes of her willing abusement of her face onto you, you finally pull her off. A thick string of saliva stretches between her mouth and your cock before snapping. Her lips are swollen and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, but her eyes are heavy with lust.

You pull her up by the shoulders and shove her onto the bed. Yeji lands on her back with a breathless laugh, immediately propping herself up on both elbows, back arched so her saliva coated gemstone chest juts forward enticingly. The zipper above her pussy is already pulled open, exposing her glistening pussy and puffy lower lips, all for your taking. She spreads her legs wide, inviting you in.