Gigolò: 2/20
---CHAPTER TWO---
Chansung ran into Hyori two days later at a local market. He was examining some personal lubricant, client's request, when he rounded a corner. She came into view, eyes innocently roaming for a toothbrush. They tilted up and she saw him.
"Oh...Chansung, right?" she beamed.
He dropped the hand holding the lubricant to his side, and then his back, suddenly embarrassed he was reading it with such fervor. Get it together Chan, he told himself.
"Yes. From...psych?"
"Yes! Oh, it's so good to see you again. Glad finals are over, huh?" she asked, eyes glancing down to his basket and the arm behind his back. "What you got there?"
"Oh, nothing. Just..." he pulled it, "something for my girlfriend." Shit, you're suppose to be single Chan. Get it together, he repeated inwardly.
"Ah...ah okay. I'm sorry," she was suddenly blushing, "I should mind my own business. It was good seeing you. Bye."
She waved but looked down at his basket again, eyes curious but a small smile on her face. He waved her off, but not before watching her leave. Why was it so hard to talk to her? He fucked women like her every night. But then...he didn't. She was a lady, a bit of a flirt, fine, but she hadn't confronted him with what he was doing, or try to approach him with an offer. She must have known about him. Half the professors on campus had propositioned him with their cases, so she must have. Right? He kept thinking about it and why she hadn't taken a chance on him when it was obvious that he was interested.
Since he really got into the business, sex was just sweat and relief. He was a trainer and it was a workout session; nothing more, nothing less.
As he tossed the tube into the cart, another wave of embarrassment struck him. He'd forgotten that he loaded it with ten other tubes of lubricant.
"Fuck," he whispered.
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He ran into her again at a lounge two weeks later. His attire was fitted, silver and white. The suit he wore contoured the shape of his body, enough to catch many a woman's eye. His client for the night requested this place. It was far from the prying eyes of her husband. It was nearly empty save for a few lounge chairs and cocktail tables. The rest of the space was full of beautiful people, but his phone buzzed again to direct him to a corner where an old client sat.
She was familiar, a virgin the last time he'd met her. He hadn't seen her since, but could see that she'd grown comfortable in her sexuality and her skin. The dress she was wearing was practically drawn on her body as opposed to the comfort her once-shy body covered itself in. They greeted each other and she ordered the drinks to loosen herself up. It had been a while, so she wanted to make sure she was comfortable.
At the entrance of the lounge, Hyori walked in, accompanied by an already half-drunk friend.
"I am so horny already, what the fuck?"
"Calm down, the night's young," Hyori said.
She waved off her friend. Ever since the woman's husband passed, she'd been spending her free time with random men or hanging with Hyori. It displeased her to see her friend crumbling like this, but she was always by her side, and that night was no different. Hyori watched her while she watched the crowd, looking for a worthy dance partner. She didn't find anything that interested her and headed off to the bar. They ordered a couple of shots and went back on the dance floor about two songs later. Both were feeling the drinks getting to them, Hyori's friend more than her, until Hyori eyed a man in the corner with his hands running up a giggling woman's thigh. The cut of his body looked familiar and she couldn't wrench her eyes away.
The hand trailed higher in the low light, coming up under her dress as she leaned back. They began kissing and Hyori suddenly turned away, face hot from watching the scene. She put her mind back to dancing for another song or two before she went back to the bar; another shot, another round of dancing. Her eyes went back to the corner out of curiosity and the woman was straddling his legs as he sat on the lounge chair. The table in front of them had a few empty glasses and half an empty bottle. They were still making out and nipping at each other's lips, until the man dipped his head and pulled at one strap of her dress. His lips connected with her collarbone, kissing their way along the line until they reached the woman's shoulder. His eyes were hooded as they came up, making contact with Hyori's on the dance floor. Recognition hit her but she kept eye contact. He continued to look at her on the dance floor, but went back to his task...he had work to do. Still nipping at her neck, he stared at Hyori and let his hand fall to the ass in his lap, cupping it and grasping it, making her mewl and roll on him. Her head was throw back slightly and he broke his kisses. He sat up straight and let the hand glide around to the space between the two of them. His hand dipped again and Hyori could see the woman jutting up and down on what were hidden fingers.
She didn't realized that she'd stopped breathing or that she'd stopped dancing, too caught up in what Chansung was doing to that girl's body.
"What are you looking at?" her friend yelled, looking over at the corner.
Hyori snapped out of her trance to reply, not catching the smile that came on Chansung's face before he went back to kissing.
"Nothing!" she had to yell over the music, "I'll be right back! Too many drinks!"
She turned away and excused herself to the restroom, pointing in that direction so that her friend would get the message. Her belly trembled with a sick, primal sensation and images of her in that girl's position flashed through her mind. She was in the restroom for about two minutes, trying to calm herself, when the girl in question walked in.
Afterglow was the only way Hyori could describe it, and she blushed for her. Fanning her face a few more times, she walked out, only to see Chansung standing outside the restroom. He knew he was getting somewhere when he saw how flushed she was.
"Hyori?"
Shit, she thought.
"Chansung! Hello again."
He nodded back, not wanting to yell out too much in the noise that surrounded the later hours of the lounge. An awkward silence followed Hyori as Chansung merely gazed at her. He looked completely unfazed. Hyori stared down at his hands again, remembering the lube, remembering his fingers. Her face was heating again.
Just then, the girl stepped out of the restroom.
"Hyori, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Hyoyeon."
Hyori shook her hand as the girl messily pulled down at her dress. The hand was wet, washed thoroughly of who knows what. Hyori tried not to grimace and pulled a smile.
"Your girlfriend?" she questioned.
Hyoyeon looked a bit like a fish as sound refused to come out of her mouth. She didn't want to explain why she was there, but Chansung spoke calmly instead.
"Yeah, she is. ...I'll see you around, Hyori."
With that, he pulled an anxious looking Hyoyeon away, but glanced back to shoot Hyori a wink.
Hyori tried to shake off the feelings of that night when she took her drunken friend, In Young, back home. She tried to shake the feelings off when she entered her house, clothes suddenly too hot as she threw them off. She tried to shake off the feelings when she let a hot stream of water fall over her in her shower. But she couldn't shake them off. Her body was still soapy as she glided one hand over her shoulder and then the other down and around her thighs. It tingled as she let two fingers rub against herself in the steamy stall. And finally, it was his name that echoed off the walls when she brought herself off, shaking and sinking down as water cascaded over her body.
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When they arrived at the hotel of her choosing, purchase made on her husband's business card, Hyoyeon was slightly angry. Chansung knew her in and out though, and made her quickly forget the small misstep at the lounge. She probably wouldn't see Hyori or anyone there ever again. It was the other side of town and revealed another side of society that her quiet husband wasn't use to.
He was licking his way down her stomach as his phone buzzed. She was breathing heavy, but let him check the message.
I saw a bit of the little show you put on earlier in the lounge. Interesting. Don't forget to bring my lube tomorrow.
"What a freak," he whispered.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing," he replied.
He promptly shut her up with a kiss and hooked one her legs over his shoulder as he started thrusting into her. Some time later, the other leg went over his other shoulder. They went at it for some time in different positions, he seeing how she'd become accustomed to married life. One had her sweating into a pillow as pulled her ass up and pushed into her like a bitch. He let himself come twice, but his second time had her seething for the second time that night.
He'd called Hyori's name in his ecstasy.
This was becoming a problem, and he had to face it head on.
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In Young was nursing a hangover the next day, sipping on pepper and tomato infused drinks and holding a cigarette in her mouth. Hyori stopped by to check on the widow in her massive estate, a gift from what she called her 'dirty-old-bastard-of-a-husband.' Despite having the large shades on again, she covered her face when she opened the door to let Hyori in.
"Oh my god the world wants me blind."
"Stop being so drama-"
"Fuck, stop yelling!"
Hyori hadn't raised her voice any higher than speaking volume, but made sure to whisper when In Young was close. She stepped into the woman's house with a basket of get-well goodies.
"You should really stop smoking."
"And you should mind your own damn business. ...but dammit, thanks for the gifts."
Hyori wondered how they ever became friends. In Young grabbed the basket and placed it on a counter. She walked out to a terrace to smoke her cigarette and enjoy a freshly mixed Bloody Mary, yelling back at Hyori.
"Speaking of minding your own business, you were getting quite the show last night, weren't you?"
"What?"
"Oh come on! Oh shit...uh my head...the two in the corner! It was a damn finger-fist-fuck session," she took a puff, "I get drunk as hell but I remember shit. And you...were enjoying the view."
She rubbed at one of her temples and took a sip.
Hyori sighed and sat down, blushing again at being caught. She really need to stop, she thought.
"Well...you were probably watching too."
"But deary, I have no shame about it! It's sex!"
She tapped some ash into a small tray outside.
"And sex is something that should be enjoyed and shared and given readily."
"I knew you wouldn't understand. I...I know the guy."
"You do!?"
In Young was suddenly excited at the idea of her slightly prudent friend hiring the services of the one-and-only Hwang Chansung himself. She was suddenly cackling, despite her headache, and did a little dance toward Hyori.
"What are you doing In Young?"
Hyori looked terribly confused.
"Come on! You hired him, didn't you? I didn't know you had it in you, you little whore, I love it!"
"In Young...hired who? ...Chansung? What would I hire him for?"
In Young froze, dropping the cigarette into her drink and setting it down. She grabbed Hyori by the shoulders and asked her calmly.
"Hyori...do you not know what that boy does?"
Hyori shook her head slowly. She remembered talking with him about school, or notes, or other basic discussions, but never his line of work. He was a full-time student, or so she thought until this very point.
"Oh my...I am sorry. I'll let you find out on your own though."
She got up to find a paper and a pen, saying something about 'thanking her later.' When she returned, she was hurriedly scribbling a number on a piece of paper.
"He's on call, nearly twenty-four, seven. Get back to me when you try out his..." she looked Hyori up and down, "goods. ...I'm going to bed."
In Young snatched the basket and began rummaging through it.
"Thanks love! See your way out when you're ready!" she yelled, walking up to her room.
Hyori sat and stared at the number. Why did this crazy woman have Chansung's number and she didn't? How? And he was such a sweet kid in class, but the lounge was just a different story. She folded the paper and tucked it away in her pocket. She wouldn't call, not yet. It wasn't her business what he did and she just had to leave it at that. The night before was mortifying enough and she needed to keep her nose out of things.
Still, the number sat, folded and safe, in her dresser when she took it out back home.