Gigolò: 3/20
---CHAPTER THREE---
Chansung lay naked across a desk as his legs dangled over the edge. He had his arms crossed behind his head, abs flexing and tensing as he looked up at the ceiling of the dean's office. It sat on the fifth floor of one of the school's administrative buildings, nearly empty each summer as the staff left for holiday. The student population dwindled too, and the dean used that opportunity to invite Chansung in.
Her requests consisted of sessions of hand and blow jobs, him receiving. He wore sweats and jogged the few blocks to her office, appearing another student on a run around campus. She told him to hold out as long as he could, but would never tell him why. He already knew about her though; on her fourth husband, and even his eyes were wandering. She was beautiful, in her late thirties or early forties. Her age was unknown, as she'd changed it with her name and each husband. They always left her...detachment on her end.
She thought it was the sex.
So each time they met, she stripped him and brought him off. Some days it would take longer than others, but that was completely up to Chansung. Days ago, he was held against her bookshelf as a hand shoved into his pants and pulled him out. He was a solid weight in her small hand and bucked into her nimble fingers. Numbing the harsh feel of her lips, her rode the sensation and came in her hands quickly. An even further amount of days back, she moved him to the floor, licking up the underside of his shaft until he was so hard it hurt. It was the first time Hyori's face flashed before his eyes as he came.
Then, there was that moment. Chansung was distracted, thinking of the stare Hyori gave him in the lounge. It was intoxicating, more so than the large amount of alcohol that hit the back of his throat that night. His tongue and body moved to accommodate Hyoyeon by instinct, not by want. He wanted to shake free the binds of the sex-kitten he knew dwelt inside of her lithe, little body...and he wanted it bad. How he would get her though, would be the issue. Suddenly, he was angered at the prospects and began to hate his lifestyle, his job.
His arousal twitched inside of the dean's mouth and she pulled back with a pop. She saw the heated look in his eyes and began bobbing again, thinking she was getting somewhere. He removed a hand from behind his head and held onto her hair, pulling her off him again. Shoving her hard on the ground, he pulled her head up until she was settled back on her elbows. He straddled her above her chest and began thrusting into her mouth. Close now, he sped up, hearing her breaths stumble. He knew he was hurting her, but he made himself come hard, letting her choke on his ejaculate and pushing her back down onto the floor.
She swallowed some, but most of it dribbled down her chin. Chansung sat back to look at her, frightened with himself as he sat back on the floor. He almost reached out to her, seeing small bruises forming around her jaw. She merely smiled, looking accomplished as she licked around her mouth and ran a hand through her hair.
For the first time since he'd started this profession, Chansung thought some of his clients were sadomasochistic fucks, and he couldn't help thinking the same of himself.
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Hyori was working hard on another paper for her classes. She opted out of assisting her professor to prepare for fall, but passed by the library nearly each day, sifting through books for research. Occasionally, she just stopped in just to read. It was one of the few buildings open in the summer and she tried to make good use of it.
She was there for a few hours before she started gathering her books, laptop and journals, sifting them back into her messenger bag. The chair squeaked on the floor of the old library as she left. She passed two sets of administrative buildings on the way to her car.
He left the building he was in and starting jogging back, eager to take a shower and settle his thoughts. As conflicting as it felt at that moment, he had a job to do.
"Get it together Chan," he repeated to himself.
Hyori heard footsteps as she approached her car and saw a figure in grey sweats running past. She bit her lip as she saw who it was. He hadn't seen her, body determined to reach wherever he was going. Before she could think further on it, she hopped in her car, revving out of the near empty lot to find him. He turned the block and her car followed.
She wanted to talk to him about last night, she just didn't know how.
As her car approached him, she rolled her window down.
"Chansung!" she yelled.
Be cheery, don't make this awkward, she thought.
Chansung slowed and saw her car coming up. She parked at an empty space on the street. He came up to her, but decidedly not too close. Knowing he reeked of cum and sweat, he kept his distance.
"Hyori...hey..."
He was slightly out of breath from before, but made sure to calm himself.
"Hey," she replied.
His hands went to his hips and she looked down. Her eyes went to his fingers again.
He noticed.
"Uh Chan, I know this is a bit abrupt but I wanted to apologize if I was a bit rude last night."
Chansung suddenly felt a bit lighter. He could make a game of this.
"How do you mean?"
"Chansung...do you really not..." her eyes shifted as she licked her lips, "you don't remember what you were doing? In the corner? With your...girlfriend?"
He made his face as blank as possible and crossed his arms.
"Nope...remind me."
Her eyes challenged him. She couldn't believe his audacity, how he dared to make her speak of what she saw; but Chansung wanted her to. He waited for her to break, tell him everything she witnessed in explicit detail. He wanted to hack into her, feed into her mind and ruin her. But he wouldn't push it. She wasn't just another customer he was trying to make a sell on, so he stubbornly stood there waiting for her to answer.
The pause she took before speaking seemed to last forever.
"Forget it. Just never...mind," she waved her arms in defeat, "I'm sorry and don't know why I bothered-"
"Hey, hey," he said, waving a hand at her as she began shifting gears, afraid he'd angered her, "I should be the one that's sorry."
Her hands gripped the wheel and her foot was on the brake, but neither budged. She turned to look at him, waiting for him to speak again.
"I shouldn't have did what I did at the lounge, I'll admit..."
She stared at him like a thief trying to reason a police officer on the money it stole.
"But I can be a perfect gentleman. I promise. Look...my apartment is just around the next couple of corners. Come by and I'll make you some tea and we can talk. ...or don't," he put his hands up, "I won't be hurt."
She pursed her lips and looked him up and down quizzically as he told her the address.
"I'll see you around Hyori."
He waved to her and was off on his jog again. Having been quite the exhibitionist the night before, he threw her for a loop with his current civility. But she had been a voyeur, and it only seemed fair that she shouldn't judge him before they spoke. They were adults, not animals in heat, or at least that's what she told her now sober body.
She must have sat there nearly fifteen minutes, debating with herself how awkward this could get if she went to his home.
What do you plan to do there, just sip tea? You know him, but you really don't. He was drunk and you couldn't blame the girl...he looked...
Thoughts floated around her head until she had her mind set.
"Fuck it."
She finally let go of the foot pedals and drove forward. When she stopped at the next light, her indicators clicked in the direction of Chansung's apartment.
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