You Will Beg

The moment you open the door and turn your gaze to the occupant of the hotel room, you swivel straight back out the door. Annoyed, you whip out your phone. A few dial tones later, “Hm? Thought you’d be busy by n—”

“Hey, I told you, no underage girls,” you hiss at your friend.

“She’s not—”

“Hey, I can hear you ya know.” The muffled, feminine voice is accompanied with a banging of the door you just closed.

Hearing this, your friend laughs. “That’s her?”

“…yeah, think so.” You open the door and are met with the indignant expression of the breathtakingly beautiful, youthful, Korean woman, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Sorry, I was just speaking to—”

“For your information, I am not underage.” She procures an identity card from the purse clutched by her other hand. “I’m twenty years old already.” Seeing the stated year of her birthdate, you can see that she’s telling the truth, and nothing about it indicates to you that it’s fake.

“I see.”

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” You barely hear your friend’s quip from the phone that was hovering over your shoulder as you talked to the Korean woman, who you had been told was named Yuri.

You press your phone against your ear again, saying, “Um, never mind. My bad.”

“No worries. Have fun.”

You hang up the phone, stuff it in your pocket, and say to Yuri, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“It’s fine.”

Yuri turns away, carefully stowing the identity card in her purse and setting it onto the dresser sitting next to the king-sized bed. She immediately seats herself on the bed, and just from the prim-and-proper, upright sitting position, you wonder if she’s a daughter of some wealthy family you’ll later regret getting involved with.

“So? Are we going to start?”

To this, you raise an eyebrow. Usually, your clients are demurer and need some easing into it; not to say you never got clients who are raring to go from the start, but none so blunt and with such an expressionless face, especially those who are so young as Yuri.

All the better when you get her moaning and screaming out for you.

“Eager, are you?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “You aren’t being paid to stand around and talk at me, you’re being paid to fuck me.”

“Then, let’s get started right away, shall we?” Yuri rolls her eyes again. ‘Finally,’ so says her body that was shuffling backwards to a laying-down position on the bed. “First of all, you can call me ‘Master’, or ‘Daddy’.”

Yuri scoffs, propping herself up by her elbows to look at you. “Yeah, right. Why would I need to do that?”

You usually don’t do this kind of stuff with your clients. With Yuri, though, you do it for a selfish reason: you want the satisfaction for when she eventually breaks and gives in. “For when you’re screaming as you cum on my dick.”

You can just barely tell that the vulgar language makes the snobby girl flinch, but almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, due to the line of business you are in, such minute details are things you’ve trained yourself to notice. “In your dreams, Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Since you seem to love younger girls so much. How old are you, even?”

A chuckle escapes your lips. Yuri was a feisty one for sure, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Let’s just say I’m less than twice your age.”

“So, you’re 39 years old.”

At that, you full-on laugh. “Is that how you took that?”

“Are we going to talk all night or are you going to strip already?”

Your dick twitches. Normally, you try to find something appealing about the body of your client, but with Yuri, doing so isn’t even remotely a challenge: her bosom is larger than what her petite figure might’ve suggested, and her skin is porcelain white and taut. She is beautiful as she is brattish, and that aspect makes this all the more appealing: Yuri’s demeanor might be combative now, but that only means conquering her will be all the more satisfying.

“Then, shall we?”

You waste no time in climbing onto the bed, throwing your shirt off in the process. And almost immediately, you come one step closer to that goal: as your naked torso is laid bare to the twenty-year-old woman, she freezes, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as they scan across your abs and pecs onto your deltoids, triceps, and then biceps that you’ve spent the last fifteen or so years of your life carefully sculpting for moments exactly like these. It lasts only for a second, breaking as soon as you make contact with her legs, parting them.

“No panties, huh? Good girl.”

Curtained by the delicate material of her skirt lay a pair of neatly shaven pussy lips. Although you wish there’s more light, Yuri is already starting to give some resistance against spreading her legs further, so you make do. However, even with the relatively dim lighting you have, you can easily see through her stalwart stubbornness as, the moment your fingers brush up against her labia, you can feel her entire body tense and hear her breath hitch ever so slightly. You grin to yourself, your fingers pushing aside the lips to reveal her pink, wet folds.

“I didn’t pay you to just stare at my pu-pussy.”

You burst out laughing, and while Yuri’s face turns an adorable shade of bright red, her demeanor remains standoffish. A grin invariably spills out onto your lips. “Your what?”

“Never mind!”

The smile on your lips widen, but you oblige her unspoken request to ‘get on with it’ and redirect your eyes back onto the intersection of her legs. This time, when your hands gently push against her legs, she offers less resistance, granting you a better view of those slightly damp, salmon-colored lips hidden between her legs.

“You’re surprisingly cute.”

“And you’re surprisingly talkative for a gigolo.”

“Most of my clients are younger than me, if you’d believe that.”

“I can, actually, Leo.”

The quip makes you smile again. “Plus, I only do this part-time.”

“Whatever. Less talking, more fuc—” Yuri cut herself up with a shrill, adorable, yelp. Your chest swells with pride, noting that as the second time you were able to break through her icy visage, this time by lightly rubbing her clit with your index finger.

“Yes, ma’am.” Unfortunately, getting more of a reaction from Yuri proves to be difficult, even as you trace the outline of her slit with your fingers. Not even occasionally brushing up against her sensitive nub again is able to draw out another reaction, but you can see why: Yuri had sucked in her lips, but is otherwise maintaining her stone-cold demeanor as much as she can. You can still see traces of the work your fingers on her though: a slight hitch of her breath, the slight way she grimaces every now and then, even the avid way she seems to be avoiding your eyes, completely unlike before where she seemed to keep her eyes on you in an attempt to assert dominance over you.

“How is that? Feel good?” While Yuri doesn’t grace your question with a verbal response, her body does. Surely, gradually, her labia becomes more and more damp, her pussy spurting more and more liquid onto your fingers. “You’re getting so wet.”

Yuri opens her mouth to answer, but instead lets out a half-gasp, half-moan when you press your index and middle fingers against her sensitive vaginal lips and run the two digits against them. “Fu—can you just get on with it already?”

“Why? Your body is telling me that it wants to be toyed with more.” To prove your point, your index and thumb gently pinch her clit, causing Yuri to let loose the second squeal of the night. “See?”

“Tha-That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war.”