Taste Test

Working at a bistro in Gangnam-gu had two quirks that didn’t need explanation: first, the money, obviously; and second, the frequency of being around Korea’s rich and famous. It’s even come to a point where seeing awarded drama actresses or show hosts was less interesting than seeing some more interesting figures come by: chaebol hierarchs, mid-level politicians, and the like.

Tonight, the bistro is restless; busy, but not packed. And as you wait a table of some tech company management, you’re called to the front to escort another set of customers.

“Hey, Table 27. You’re assigned to Ms. Kim and Ms. Bae.”

Those last names may be very vague at first glance, but you were all too familiar with this duo: K-pop royalty Jennie and Irene. This was not the first time you’ve breathed the same aromatic-filled air as them in this space, but in those times they had patronized the joint with different sets of guests. This would be the first time you spotted them together, much less served either of them.

Quickly adjusting your collar and trying to swallow the fanboy-sized lump in your throat, you met them at the receptionist’s area.

“Good evening, Ms. Bae, Ms. Kim. Please follow me to your table,” you say, rehearsed a thousand times by now. Nothing to freak out about.

The two are busy with their respective phones, but are noticeably missing their usual entourage of managers and bodyguards. As you led them to a more secluded, closed-off portion of the bistro, you catch them putting their phones away completely. You didn’t think idols could be autonomous to this degree, but you set aside the thought as you passed menus to them.

“There’s no need for that, dear, thank you,” Jennie said with a smile. “I’ll just have an espresso please.”

“Right away, miss. How about you, miss?”

“Do you have any teas? Just a pot of whatever you have tonight,” Irene replied.

You note their orders and headed to your station. The location of the console where you prepare the coffee is just close enough to catch their conversation, but a glass divider muted it enough that the clinking of spoons on ceramic distracted you away from it easily. Didn’t seem like anything particularly interesting though — both just seemed to be catching up from a break in their respective tour schedules.

You brought over their orders, with the usual pleasantries to exchange. “Is there anything else I can get you, miss?,” you asked.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Irene chimed in, “are you new here? I don’t recall your face.”

“Actually, I’ve been working here for almost a year, miss, maybe almost two,” you respond. Staff normally aren’t supposed to talk to customers so casually, but you decided it wouldn’t hurt to do otherwise, being out of view from the rest of the crowd.

“You have quite the face,” Jennie remarked. “Why not anywhere else?”

You tried to charm your way out of an obligatory, potentially shameful monologue. “Well, short answer is, I do it for the money. Don’t we all?”

The two giggle, and inside you’re running a football victory lap for nailing a perfectly executed quip. You left them to it to attend to other tables, but you swore you caught them glancing at you time to time. They called you over a second time about thirty minutes later.

“Good evening again. Did you enjoy the drinks? Anything else I can get for you?,” you say.

“It was great,” Irene replied. “I don’t actually think I’ve tried the tea here. You have good taste. Oh, and yes, we would like some dessert as well.”

“Alright, what would you like?”

“How about you put that taste to the test and surprise us. We trust you,” Jennie butted in, with a little smirk. While you would normally be fawning over the gesture, you also felt a growing fear of embarrassing yourself. You swallow it down. “I think I have just the thing.”

You walked back slowly to the counter as you pondered on what the pair would like. After a few seconds, you had an idea: Jennie might like a light cream-based pastry, and Irene would probably prefer a sorbet or anything with fruit. You find the closest approximations in your menu and bring them over. To your relief, it seems you’ve delighted them once again.

“Spot on with the choices, I love it,” said Jennie. “How about you Joohyun, what’s your verdict?” Irene, however, seemed too busy savoring the treat. “Well, I guess that speaks for itself. Three points for you.”

“Thank you, miss. I do believe that’s all orders complete, anything else I can do for you?”

Irene, having finished her plate, replies, “How about the bill? We have some other plans tonight.”

“Certainly, miss. Just a moment.”

You overheard them bickering and exchanging whines and banter, probably fighting over who pays, as is custom. By now the bistro is taking its last set of customers, so the discussion isn’t as hard to catch. As you return, though, it seems an agreement had been settled on; you resolved to keep this interaction short to avoid getting told off.

“Here,” Irene said as she handed back the holder. “Please hand this to your manager, there’s special instructions for how to use the credit card in there. He’ll know how to handle it.”

“Of course miss. Thank you,” you replied, walking to the cashier.

A part of you felt a bit sad that your interaction with the two ended so briefly. Nonetheless, work is work, and you called your manager.

“Sajangnim, I was told to hand this payment to you.”

Your manager looked puzzled at first, but opened the receipt anyway, followed by a quick furrowing of brows. Was something wrong? You tried not to overthink it, considering he processed the payment hastily. He handed you back the receipt, with the same half-puzzled, half-concerned look. “Did you talk to the customers that much? Move to the front end when you’re done with this.”

Uh oh. Were you in trouble, for casual conversation no less? The struggle to not overthink is difficult at this point, but you have no choice but to stomp it down. As you reached the table, however, you noticed the pair are missing already.

Panicked, you rush to the front end to ask your colleagues, and it turns out they were just about to ride their car. You rushed out and call for them, hoping to return Irene’s credit card before you caused a nationwide scandal.

“Miss! Please don’t forget your credit card!,” you call out.

The next 10 seconds are a blur. You reached the vehicle right as Irene stepped in, and before you could try and call for her attention again, a cold hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the van. It took even longer to process the situation, now that you were seated in the black van, facing Irene and Jennie.

“I’ll be taking that,” Irene said, breaking the silence and swiping the credit card you were still holding in your hand. “You’ve been such a wonderful server tonight.”

“That’s why you’re here with us,” Jennie added. “Don’t worry, your manager already knows. The whole credit card thing was a lie.”

“Hey, it wasn’t a complete lie. It’s still a special credit card that I absolutely cannot afford to lose,” Irene interjected. “Good thing we had you, right?” The two started teasing each other, a dead giveaway of the orchestration of it all.

“Relax. Consider this an early clock out,” Jennie reassured. “Because you’ve been such nice company tonight, we have one last series of tests for you.”

“How exactly is kidnapping me and testing me an act of gratitude?,” you blurted. The shock started to subside, allowing you to piece a few more things together, at least without thinking too highly of yourself.

“I mean, would you like us to leave you back in there? You could go back to waiting tables, that’s fine with us. But,” Jennie paused, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in a bit closer, “where’s the fun in that?”

You paused with her, looking straight into both idols’ eyes for a few seconds. Their looks seemed as sincere as their words.

“Well, if you trusted me,” you sighed without hesitation, “I’ll trust you as well. Please take care of me.”

Irene claps her hands before pulling out a black cloth. “I like how you think,” she added, “let’s start with this.”

Blindfolded, your ears are a little more sensitive than normal. In the 15 minutes you gave up your sense of sight, you got off the car, were escorted slowly and carefully by the duo across a bunch of corridors, and brought to what sounded like a medium-sized room (on account of how much their giggles seemed to fill the space easily).

You try to gauge your surroundings. “Any chance this blindfold is coming off soon?,” you asked.

Someone put their finger over your lips, replying, “Shh. Don’t think about that just yet.” The voice was a bit higher in pitch, maybe that was Irene? Seemed likely.

“So, are you ready for our little game?,” a deeper voice asked. That must be Jennie then. “We’re not gonna stop you from saying no.” The aforementioned sensitive hearing was most obvious as you felt two different breaths whistle from each side of your face.

Nervously, you tried to crack a joke. “Hey, as long as neither of you are secretly serial killers, I think I’ll be fine.”

“Like I said,” the deeper voice chuckled, “you’re way too cute to be a waiter.” Suddenly, a pair of lips pecked yours. Now, your sense of hearing might be a bit stronger, but trying to identify a pair of lips from a kiss? That would almost be a superpower — one you wished you had as a softer voice started to talk.

“I guess that’s your first test then. If you can successfully guess which one of us is kissing you three times in a row, you get a step closer to removing the blindfold.”

Before you could interject with a “But that’s impossible!,” another pair of lips met yours, this time kissing you deeper than the last. After a few seconds, you’re asked, “so who do you think that was?”

You took a second to try and think, but the mere shock of what happened in the past few minutes alone blinded your intuition even more than the cloth over your eyes. You took a literal shot in the dark. “Uhh… Irene?”

“Nope. Try again.”

Another pair of lips, this time her tongue meeting yours. They feel a bit less plump this time, and after the kiss ends, you’re asked the same question. “What’s your guess this time?”

“No, that’s Irene. I’m sure.”

“Please,” a different voice replied, “just call me Joohyun. And yes, that was me. Two more guesses to go.”

Another pair of lips met your cheeks, moving down your neck. The sensation shocked you too much to make a more educated guess other than, “I think that was Jennie?”

“Oops, guess you’re back to square one,” a voice taunted. You couldn’t explain it, but the two voices started to match each other, though somewhat distinguishable. You could tell the one who just spoke was Jennie, so maybe it was Irene that time?

The test proved to be much harder than you thought. The two alternated between light pecks all over your face and neck, deep make outs, or some mix of both. At different points, their kisses sank deep into your skin, causing you to tremble and moan at the touch. And for every instance of that or any wrong answers, a couple of giggles followed. It was never actually long enough to catch any hints right away, but about six tries later, you actually made it to a second correct answer in a row: you figured that Jennie tended to be a little bit more aggressive, while Irene was softer, but still playful.

“Last chance,” Irene taunted. “Ready?” You give a simple nod.

This round’s pair of lips go straight for your neck, but moved lower to your collarbones as your dress shirt was slowly unbuttoned off you. Now more of your upper chest, at least what wasn’t covered by any undergarments, was exposed to them. And without warning, a second pair of lips met yours, making out with you at the same time as whoever nipped at your chest. Fuck, both of them at the same time? Did they even want to do anything else except play with you?

Both lips stopped simultaneously, and Jennie asked, “So, who kissed you that last time?,” which threw you off guard. You tried to give it serious thought, trying to think of whose lips you felt on your chest.

With a bit of hesitation, you reply, “That was Joohyun. Jennie was the one all over me.”

A short bit of silence freaked you out, before being broken by Jennie. “Finally. We thought we’d have to let you go too soon.”

“How about you show us how you kiss this time?,” Irene says, as she grabs one of your hands and places it on her cheek. You try to hold back, scared of shocking the delicate woman, but another hand – Jennie’s – turns your head the other way. “Don’t hesitate. You’re good,” she adds.

They take turns guiding your hands to their cheeks, signalling whose turn it was to have a taste of you. Eventually both of them started working your undershirt off you, taking turns on your chest and neck. You weren’t the most buff, but you could feel their soft lips cover you little by little, pressing against your softer exterior. The past however-long-it’s-been of teasing has most definitely gotten you hard. A hand glided over your groin ever so slightly, which is enough confirmation for them to continue.

Jennie giggled, breaking the silence. “Looks like you’re ready for the second test.”

“What makes you say that?,” you reply nervously, your breath still rushed.

A hand guided you up to what felt like someone’s shoulder, down to their chest. You feel a soft handful of skin and cloth fit into your palm; instinctively, you squeezed, and you heard a soft, low moan. That’s what that was. When did they even remove their dresses?

“I see you get the idea,” said Jennie. “Same thing: three consecutive tries to guess who you’re touching, and this time we’ll actually remove your blindfold.”

“What happened to the first round?,” you whined, though it fell on deaf ears.

“Feel free to do whatever you want to figure it out,” Irene added. “You’re doing great.”

This time, your other hand is guided to a bigger, softer handful. You guess Jennie, and you’re correct. The second time however, your hand touches something warm, and your fingers are squeezed tightly inside wherever it currently is. You try to feel around, and you hear a louder moan just as deep as the last.

“Was that still Jennie?,” you try and guess.

A voice whispers in your ear, “Nope. But that was a good try.” Irene.

Just like last time, the two took turns having you touch their breasts or through their panties. You never realized how similar their bodies were; with every guess, each groin you felt was hotter and wetter than the last, each nipple poking through the lace into your palm ever more sharply. It took you less tries this time to get to two in a row, about four, but by then the room felt much hotter – perhaps just you, extremely flustered by the nonstop, up-close moaning in your ears that most definitely left you a little bit wet in your pants as well.

“Okay,” Jennie huffed, since she was the last one you touched. “Another twist.”

You felt your pants finally come off slowly, and both of them sat on either one of your thighs, slowly rubbing themselves against your legs. Their hands make their way all over your back and your neck, and you try to respond by reaching out for both their chests to play with their tits. Their moans are a bit too similar now, both louder than before.

You try to even the playing field by trying to remove their bras, and making your way to suck on their nipples. Whoever you were doing that to, their moans got louder. You could feel Irene’s more toned body and firmer breasts on your left, paired to deeper, more throaty moans. To your right, Jennie’s higher pitched moaning matched her softer features pressing on you: her thighs, her breast, her arms grasping you and molding to you.

Struggling to get a word in from the overwhelming amount of pressure, you gasped. “It’s… Irene… I mean, Joohyun… on my left, and… Jennie on the right.”

Moans turned into pleased giggles. “Fuck, you’re good,” Jennie said under her breath. A pair of arms wrapped around your head, and you could feel the blindfold come off.

After being glared by the single lamp in the room, you finally witnessed both idols in full view: both their dresses and bras on the floor, and a pair of frazzled heads of hair and deep lustful gazes staring back at you.

“Y-you’re beautiful, miss,” you blurted out, and proceeded to take turns making out with them again, trying stand up to get them off. They obliged, following you to a bed right behind you and crawling on the sheets.

Jennie and Irene are now both spread out on the bed, each trying to catch their breath. “You took care of me,” you smiled, “how about I take care of you next?”

You slowly worked the panties off Irene, and Jennie sat up to kiss your chest. Irene came in with a kiss to Jennie’s lips, distracting her enough from you to get her panties off next.

“Don’t worry, you’ll definitely get to do that for this last test,” Irene replied.

“Haven’t I proven myself enough, miss?,” you respond sarcastically.

“Not with tongue of yours, you haven’t,” Jennie added. “Here’s the deal: one last round of being blindfolded. Three correct answers, not consecutive this time. Just three.”

“The catch?”

“Just guess who you’re tasting,” cooed Irene.

“And the reward?”

“I think you know that already,” Jennie teased.

Any sense of inhibition has left you at this point. “Surprise me,” you taunted.

Jennie grabbed the blindfold from the floor and placed it over your eyes once more. “One last thing,” she adds, “if you cum, you lose.”

Yet again, before you could muster a “Wait, what?,” you’re pushed down on the bed and a different pair of lips meet yours.

Jennie’s warning made much more sense when you felt two pairs of lips start to work on your dick. Just the sensation alone of both of them dragging their tongues along your length, giving it light kisses and occasional licks, was enough to get you throbbing.

The pussy on your face is warm and wet, and you felt your cheeks and chin receive trails of dribble. Every entry of your tongue deeper into it brought out a moan, which while being sucked off brought more pleasure-filled vibrations down to your base. The challenge was getting the one you’re licking to make a recognizable sound, but your own stimulation made it hard to focus. You caught a lucky break however, and you heard Irene’s moan in full earshot with a flick of her clit. “That was Joohyun!,” you rushed to say, trying to get the two to give you a break.

“Good job,” Irene replied. “Two to go.”

You can feel the pair getting off the bed and walking around, likely to throw you off from assuming they’d just switch places. Your cock pulsed in the air, hanging untouched. Your face got sat on once again, while someone rode your thigh like earlier. This time, a pair of hands meet at your cock, taking turns to stroke either head or shaft. You could hear their moans, but this time it seemed they were making out with each other, their voices muffled at the same point of origin. You reach ever closer to the edge, forcing your focus on the pussy you have to taste as you’re taken in fully. Without anything in particular to make an educated guess, you try blindly. “Is this Jennie?”

“Nope,” she replied, with a light tap to your dick, as if to mock you. “Though Joohyun here is loving all the attention.”

The girls get off the bed again, and you catch the one sitting on you now faced the other way. No one is at your member, fortunately, but you heard Irene’s moans again. Yet something felt different, maybe even off, from the taste of the fluids drenching your face; Irene’s moans sounded a bit too distant. A few minutes to also catch your breath and be certain, and you notice Irene’s moans didn’t match your pace. “This is Jennie,” you guessed.

She let out a deep gasp, apparently trying to hold everything in. “That’s two,” she heaved.

“One last,” Irene chirped. Same routine, but this time it’s back to facing the other direction, while another starts grinding along the length of your dick without sticking it in. This was the toughest one yet: not only were the moans muffled with them making out with each other still (or simply being right up on each other’s faces?), but whoever was grinding you was really good at circling her hips. You felt yourself ready to burst, scrambling to fixate on anything: the direction of the moans, the taste of the squirt now mixed with sweat, anything. No dice, not for the two longest minutes of your life.

Desperate to not lose, you beg, “Let me guess!,” hoping to buy time.

“Come on,” Jennie gasped.

“Hurry… please…” Irene added.

The synchronicity of their moans alone tested your resolve to the fullest. But you felt deep in your chest that you’ve got it, from the taste on your tongue to the way your face was ground on.

“Fuck, get off, Jennie! It’s Joohyun on my face!,” you plead, as you feel cum start to well up inside you.

The two get off the bed, and you remove the blindfold yourself. You’re all heaving and gasping for air. You check to see who’s closest to you: it was Irene, and Jennie, facing you from the farther end of the bed, looked at you with hunter’s eyes. She stared for a few seconds – her eyes were incredibly seductive – and smirked.

“Looks like… you won. You’re good,” she said.

Irene adjusted to meet your eyes as well. “Guess I guessed right when I said you’d be great in bed,” she added.

You look up, staring at the ceiling, still dumbfounded at everything that’s happened in the past… hour? Two? You’ve lost track. But you felt the two women crawl closer to you on both sides, starting to make light, tender kisses all over your neck and chest.

“We’re sorry if we went too hard on you,” Joohyun said. “We don’t usually last this long with anyone… and we certainly haven’t feel as good as we have with you, haven’t we, Jennie?”

“Too good to be just wait staff,” Jennie repeated. “But, I guess it’s time for us to serve you then.”

Their hands shot down to your dick without pause, stroking at the right spots to give you chills, light enough to not bring you too close to the edge. They were much more experienced than you thought – probably since they were a bit older than you as well, but surprise more than anything thus far.

“You can do whatever you want to us now. No more tests,” Irene whispered in your ear.

“This is the best aftercare of my life,” you joke.

Jennie giggled by your other ear. “How can you still make jokes?,” she sighs, before locking her lips with her yours. Irene met both of you in the middle, and the three of you took turns kissing each other, occasionally meeting all three tongues in the middle. No guesses this time.

The two split away from your face and made out with each other, and you sat up to watch them turn their backs to you. On all fours, their pussies flashed in front of you. You don’t see their faces, but you feel them start to work their mouths over your dick again, slow and steady, but enough to lubricate your whole length, bottom to top.

You take advantage of your position, and moving up the bed to lean on the headrest, you play with their clits, with significantly more focused attention now that you can actually see what you’re doing. Their light moans were enough assurance you were doing the right thing, doing the same process of sending waves of pleasure all over your girth. You don’t hesitate to try and please them more, moving between using two fingers and going back to rubbing their clits. The moans intensified: Jennie’s turned into high pitched screams, and Irene’s into chest-deep heaves.

Irene, unsurprisingly, is the first to buckle. “Fuck! I’m gonna…,” she trails off, before holding her breath and letting it all out in a single squeal. You felt her cum all over your fingers, coating it thick.

“Please,” Jennie begged, “me too.”

You use a third finger to try to stimulate her, and that was enough to send her body trembling, her juices spraying out and all over your hand, dripping onto the bed.

Both ladies caught their breaths before turning around to face you, and resumed blowing you with eyes locked on yours and a last wind of effort to fish out their much-awaited orgasm from you. They took you in their mouths all the way, and you let yourself throw your head back, inching closer to actual, final release.

“I’m gonna cum,” you try and warn them, but the pair stare at your jaw while they do their deed, resolved to make you finish. They clasped their hands together with your dick in between and start stroking you fast, tongues hung out to await their reward. You moaned to the tune of Irene and Jennie begging for your cum; before you know it, you burst all over their hands and faces, with such intensity that it stuck to their hair and over their eyelids.

You felt a pang of shame, cut short at the sight of their fun licking each other up, sucking on each others’ fingers and exchanging kisses to catch any stray strings. They have quite the bond, managing to giggle and tease even after such a tiring night, up until they laid down by your sides once more.

Silence. You sighed, they giggled, kissed your cheeks. And silence again.

“So,” you interrupted. “Did I pass your tests?”

Irene placed a hand over your chest. “With flying colors.”

Jennie propped herself up on an elbow. “I think I’ll be visiting the bistro more often. Just to see if you’ve still got it,” she added with a wink.

“Is that a challenge?,” you tease.

“Sure,” Irene replied, “if you don’t mind us upping the difficulty.”

“Well…,” you said, thinking hard about your answer for a few seconds.

“Then what can I do for you, miss?”