The Story of Ju-Won

Chapter Two-2

Soon, other clients arrived and were led into the back rooms by the woman of their choice. Ju-Won watched until she became numb to what she saw. All the men looked at Ju-Won with lust in their eyes and now she knew what they wanted from her. The rest of the afternoon and evening unfolded in a repetitious manner, with client after client receiving their massage and being brought to a happy ending by the masseuse’s hands or, if they could afford it, by her mouth. Later in the evening the women shared their meal together and then went off into separate rooms. A few stayed in the lobby to work the night shift. Mamasan escorted Ju-Won to her room.

“So, Ju-Won. How was first day?”

Ju-Won did not respond.

“You make good money here, you’ll see. Send home to parents.”

Ju-Won nodded, went into her room and got into bed. Mamasan stood at the door and turned the lights off.

“You are a virgin, Ju-Won, no?”

Deeply ashamed, Ju-Won turned on her side.

“Well, no worry. Mamasan will protect you. Get some sleep, beauty.”

Before she fell asleep, Ju-Won laid in bed thinking about what she had witnessed. Part of her wanted to pack her bags and run away, but she spent almost all she had at the airport gift shop. She pictured herself begging for money in the cold rain like the poor people she saw on the streets of Seoul. At least at the massage parlor she was warm and dry.

I will make the best of this bad situation.

Ju-Won shut her eyes but it took a long time for her to fall into a restless sleep. On the morning of her second day Ju-Won’s training period was over. She sat in a chair in the lobby with the other women and waited. Looking around, Ju-Won realized she was younger and prettier than the rest, with a leaner body and a slightly larger bosom. The first client who came in and looked around at the group. When she was the first one picked, her heart began pounding in her chest. Ju-Won took a deep breath and stood up, imagining how happy her family would be when they received the check she would send at the end of the week. Ju-Won took the man’s hand and, without looking him in the eyes, escorted him into one of the rooms. She shut the door and was alone with her first client. The man stood there, staring at her breasts. Ju-Won was very nervous inside and tried to hide it the best she could. She began the questioning.

“Are you a cop?”

“No.”

“Have you been here before?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like a table shower?”

“Sure.”

Ju-Won handed him a towel and left the room. When she came back in a moment later, the man had undressed and the towel was wrapped around his waist. She took him to shower area. He took off the towel and laid down on the table.

Like giving a bath to a baby.

After washing the back of his body the man turned over and Ju-Won washed and rinsed the front. Even though she avoided touching his private areas, Ju-Won saw he was aroused. She patted him dry, put the towel around his waist and escorted him out of the shower. Back to massage room, the man took off the towel and laid face down on the table. Ju-Won did what she was taught, rubbing his back and legs with oil. They did not speak, other than the occasional moan from the man. Ju-Won took her time, hoping to use up the entire hour with the back massage.

Suddenly, the man turned around on the table and looked Ju-Won in the eyes. His p***s was still erect and pointing upward in her direction, as if beckoning her to touch it.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“It is hard to pronounce,” she said.

“Can I call you Sugar-t**s because you’re so sweet?”

Ju-Won nodded, her face blushing.

Sugar-t**s.

“So, how much for a Happy Ending, Sugar-t**s?”

Ju-Won took a breath and answered in a quiet voice.

“$40 for a hand-job.”

“How about $20? Will you do it for $20?”

Ju-Won nodded again, looking down to hide her shame. The man sat up, took a bill out of the pocket of his trousers and placed it on the table, then laid back down. Ju-Won did what she had to do, squeezing lotion into her palms and lightly sliding her fingers up and down the man’s stiff p***s. The flesh was hard and yet warm, soft and smooth at the same time. She wasn’t as upset about touching a man in his private place as she thought she would be. In fact, Ju-Won liked the feeling of it in her hands, even though the act was without meaning for her. She had secretly fantasized about having a s****l experience with a man for so long, but the moment had lost its allure, reduced as it was to a business transaction. She tried to think of all the poor farmer’s sons back in Korea who had liked her and wanted to steal a kiss, but were never allowed to be alone with her. Their faces began to fade from her memory.

What would they think of me now?

To avoid becoming sad, Ju-Won focused on stroking the man’s p***s. After seeing the bodies of so many men, it no longer bothered or shocked her to look at it.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” Ju-Won replied.

“Mamasan says you’re a virgin. Is that true?”

She nodded, embarrassed. Ju-Won was angry at Mamasan for telling her secrets to the client. After another moment of sliding her hand up and down the man’s p***s, the hour was almost up. The man smiled at her.

“You’re very cute, Sugar-t**s, do you know that?”

Ju-Won stayed silent.

“Have you ever given a man a hand-job?” he asked.

Ju-Won shook her head no.

“Do you want me to show you how it’s done? I have a lot of practice.”

Ju-Won saw the man smile at his own joke and she nodded yes. The man put more lotion into Ju-Won’s palm and pressed her fingers firmly around his flesh in a tighter grip. He began guiding her hand more forcefully, pumping it very fast up and down his p***s. Ju-Won was shocked at how hard he squeezed her fingers around his p***s, as if he was trying to strangle the life out it.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked.

He laughed.

“Not at all. The harder the better. It feels great. Just keep doing what you’re doing, Sugar-t**s. Oh my God, you are so f*****g sexy...”

The man let go of Ju-Won’s hand and she tried to maintain the tight pressure on the sides of his p***s. He took her breasts in his palms and fondled them as she continued the rapid up and down movements with both of her small hands. The man brushed the lace away and completely exposed her breasts. Pulling downward on her breasts, he took her n*****s between his lips and sucked them deep into his mouth, one after the other, until they became thick and hard. Ju-Won closed her eyes and felt the pleasure of his lips on her n*****s. She continued to tug up and down as hard and as fast as she could until the man moaned out, shooting his semen shot in a wide arch above the bed. It made a mess, landing everywhere, on the side of her face, her arm, her lingerie and all over the sheets and towels. The man fell backward onto the bed afterwards, the fluid still dripping out of the slit at the tip of his p***s. Ju-Won let go of his pulsing flesh, her hands sticky and wet. She felt ashamed at how easy it was for her to give pleasure to a man and doubly ashamed at how she secretly liked doing it. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by what she had done, Ju-Won abruptly turned away from the man, slipping her breasts back into her camisole.

Everything is different now. I will never be the same…

She picked up one of the towels and wiped the semen off her arm and hands. The man sat up, got off the table and began dressing. Ju-Won changed the sheets and put the soiled linen in the laundry basket. Then she felt the man’s hands come from behind her to fondle her breasts once more.

“Sugar-t**s, that was great. Thank you”

He turned her around to face him and wiped the side of her cheek with his thumb.

“Missed a spot…”

Ju-Won stood absolutely still as the man slowly and sensuously painted Ju-Won’s mouth with his semen, creating a thin, slippery coating over her red lips.

“I’ll bring more money next time, baby, I promise.”

The man left the room. Unable to resist, Ju-Won shut her eyes and touched her lips with the tip of her tongue, tasting the man’s semen. It had a smooth texture and a somewhat pleasant, salty taste. She thought of the girl she once was, back in Korea, trying to remember.

I will never be the same…

In the hallway bathroom, Ju-Won tried to wash the semen stains off her lingerie as best she could. She looked into the mirror. Her n*****s were still quite pink and enlarged and her cheeks flushed. Ju-Won returned to the lobby as clients continued to arrive. Ju-Won was chosen again and again throughout the day. After each massage, Ju-Won gave her tips to Mamasan, who recorded the amount in a large book on the front counter.

During dinner break everyone helped prepare the food and set the table. The women talked and laughed with each other in various languages and dialects. Ju-Won sat quietly and kept to herself. After the plates were cleared, Mamasan took Ju-Won aside to chat. She seemed in a very good mood.

“You did very well on your first day. Make good money. Very good. Clients like you. They pick you many times. They call you Sugar-t**s, no? Some of the girls here have nicknames. You like that name? It’s a good name for you. Very sexy. Easy to remember and good for clients. You want to be called that name from now on, Sugar-t**s?”

Ju-Won shrugged her shoulders, not really caring.

“OK, from now on we will call you by your pet name. You will do well here, I think. The clients are happy with you. You make Mamasan very proud. Are you happy with the job?”

Ju-Won nodded, not really listening.

“Very good. Before you start the night shift, there is something I need to discuss with you. The clients I send you so far cannot afford more than basic services, but at night our richer clients come. In your training did you see one of the girls perform oral s*x on a man?”

Embarrassed, Ju-Won nodded.

“You are a very pretty girl, Sugar-t**s. You have full breasts and soft lips. Men like that. They will want you to give them s*x with your mouth. Have you ever done that before?”

Ju-Won shook her head no, her head lowered.

“Don’t worry. It’s easy, with a condom. You will be able to do it, no problem, no mess. Mamasan will show you.”

Mamasan opened a condom and held it between her fingers in front of her lips to demonstrate.

“When a man asks for happy ending with your mouth, don’t be afraid. Just hold the condom in your mouth and place it directly over the top of the man’s p***s with your lips. Then suck on the tip while stretching the condom down over the rest of his p***s with your hand, like so. You kneel in front of the man and suck and rub on him until he comes. Your lips never touch his skin and the semen goes directly into the condom. It is safe for you and no bad taste. And he likes it just the same. You must always do it just like that, Sugar-t**s. You see? No mess, no fuss. And bigger tip for you.”