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The street was deserted and silent, like always. A small, subtle pink neon sign glowed above an ornate door. The place was familiar; Karina had been there a thousand times. A dark, wood-paneled space welcomed high-class men and expensive, well-dressed women.
Most of the clients were supposedly respectable men, at least outside this place. The lighting was dim and pleasant, creating a mysterious, warm ambiance for the club. Random, always sensual music completed the setting.
Two bartenders ran the main bar, and some men made casual small talk as they worked. Around the room, couches and tables were filled with couples; some discreet, others shameless.
Karina walked to the bar, ordered a shot of whiskey, and observed the club's movement. Three girls greeted her. They all knew her well. Each made it clear they were available for whatever the night had to offer.
That’s when she saw a girl she had never seen before in the house. Long brown hair, fair skin, petite. She looked completely out of place.
A newbie.
It was strange to find someone in that place that Karina hadn’t already tasted. She’d been with all of them. She watched the girl with curiosity, drawn to her in a different way, wanting to know what she was like.
“Who is she?” Karina asked, not directing the question to anyone.
“Winter. She’s been here for two weeks. So far, no complaints,” someone answered.
“Winter,” she repeated, tasting the name on her tongue as she stared. “Is she available?”
“Of course. That’s why she’s downstairs.”
Tiffany, the owner of the place, stepped closer, waving off the three girls and calling the new one over.
She wore a long-sleeved shirt and a tight, short denim skirt. Not as provocative as the other girls, though everything still looked short on her body. She was just... simply beautiful.
“Winter, I want you to meet one of our long-time clients. This is Karina.”
“Hi,” the girl said with zero enthusiasm, completely unlike the three women who had just left.
“Pleasure to meet you, Winter. Your name is as beautiful as you are.”
“Thanks.”
Karina noticed her eyes, an unusual shade of brown. Like creamy chocolate. Hard to describe. Her whole body gave off a soft, sweet scent. On her neck, there were bruises and faint bite marks, but Karina looked away, trying not to stare.
“Are you liking it here?”
“It’s better than my old life, I guess,” Winter replied distractedly, looking around. Her voice wasn’t cheerful, more like someone who’d just accepted the life she had.
Karina figured no woman liked living that kind of life, yet the other girls pretended to. From what she’d seen, some didn’t even feel bad about what they did. But the girl in front of her... she was different. It was too easy to tell Winter wasn’t happy.
Tiffany gave her a look, like a mother silently scolding her child. Winter quickly corrected herself.
“But I’m still getting used to things. I’m sure it’ll feel more comfortable soon. Everyone here is very kind.” Winter forced a smile.
“I’m sure it will,” Karina replied, locking eyes with her. “Are you free now?”
Winter shifted uncomfortably, like she’d just been told something offensive but had to swallow it in silence.
“Winter, Karina’s kind. I’m sure you’ll enjoy her,” Tiffany said again, her reproachful gaze making the girl nod.
“Of course,” she murmured, head lowered. “I’m free... I’ll go to my room. Give me ten minutes. I’ll be waiting. Third door, okay?”
“Sure.”
With that, the girl turned and headed up the stairs. Karina watched her go, thinking this might be the strangest prostitute she’d ever spent the night with.
“Sorry, darling. Winter hasn’t settled in yet,” Tiffany said with a forced smile.
“That’s fine. I needed something new anyway,” Karina replied. She’d come looking for a quick fuck and found a newbie instead. Better than the usual.
-
Just another night in that life. Another night for Minjeong to feel filthy. But it was stupid to think that way. She was a whore. A prostitute was now getting ready for her client.
‘At least she’s hot,’ Minjeong told herself, but she knew that never helped; no amount of pretending ever changed anything, but maybe faking it would at least make it tolerable.
The fact that the client was attractive didn’t mean shit. Minjeong would still be selling her body for money. That didn’t make her any less dirty. She’d been with good-looking clients before, and not a single one had given her even a flicker of pleasure.
“Fuck,” Minjeong muttered to herself. “Why did she have to notice me?”
Every night, she walked down the stairs hugging the shadows, praying to every damn god that no one would see her. She dressed plain, never sexy, and always kept her eyes on the floor.
Being with men and women was part of the job, but it always felt like punishment. Minjeong figured she should’ve gotten used to it by now, but her conscience refused to let her stop feeling like shit.
Regret wouldn’t change anything. Somehow, Karina had seen her. Even with three gorgeous women around her, she’d taken an interest in Minjeong. When Tiffany called her over, she found out the woman was a regular, which explained a lot. She’d probably already had fun with all the others. Now she wanted fresh meat.
What made that woman different from the rest? Probably nothing. Except for one thing. She looked at her. Sure, plenty of people had noticed Minjeong before, but not like that. Karina looked like she wanted to understand her, like she was trying to read something behind her eyes.
It didn’t make any damn sense, but that look from Karina had made her uneasy. As she got ready for the woman, she couldn’t stop wondering what this new punishment would feel like.
She lay down on the bed in her red silk robe and waited.
It didn’t take long before the door opened. The client stepped inside, took off her jacket, and tossed it over a chair before locking the door behind her.
“Can you pay upfront?” Minjeong asked out of nowhere. Karina looked surprised.
“Upfront? What if I’m not satisfied?” she asked, laughing while still watching her.
“You will be.”
“Well, if I’m not... do I get my money back?”
“Deal. But that’s not gonna happen.”
She laughed again, pulling some bills from her pocket and placing them on the dresser beside the bed.
“You’re confident,” Karina said, watching her closely. “Any restrictions when it comes to sex, Winter?”
Karina studied her. Minjeong looked genuinely surprised. No one ever asked that. Usually, people just tried things, and she’d deny it mid-act.
“I don’t do anal,” Winter said quietly.
“A prostitute who doesn’t do anal? I was talking about stuff like BDSM, bondage... I just assumed any whore would do anal.”
Minjeong flushed hard. She might be a whore, but she hated being called one.
“I don’t do it...”
“You’re picky,” Karina replied, not sounding offended at all. “I hope you plan to make up for it.”
The two stayed silent for a while. Karina glanced around, assessing the lighting.
“Don’t you think it’s too dark in here?”
“The lamp’s on,” Minjeong said, pointing to a soft yellow light by her side.
“Still too dark. I want to see your body.” Karina insisted.
“You won’t want to.”
Minjeong could tell the woman was starting to lose her patience. Maybe she should stop arguing with clients.
“Yes, Winter. I want to see all of you.” With that, she reached for the light switch and turned on the overhead light.
“Fine,” Minjeong muttered, already resigned.
Karina stood in front of the bed, and Minjeong knew that meant it was time to do something. Crawling forward, the escort reached her, got on her knees, and unzipped her pants, feeling the erection press into her palm.
“Take off the robe. I said I want to see you.”
Shit, Minjeong thought. With the room fully lit, this wasn’t going to be pretty.
She hesitated for a moment, then gave in, slowly undoing the knot of her robe, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders and slide down to the bed. She was wearing matching red lingerie underneath.
Avoiding the woman’s eyes, Minjeong focused on her job. She lifted Karina’s shirt, pulling it off along with her bra, then planted soft kisses on her breasts.
“Do they always send you the violent ones?”
Minjeong took a deep breath. The bruises were already a part of her. She couldn’t even remember a time when she wasn’t covered in scratches, bite marks, or deep-purple blotches.
“They send me people of all genders, but most of them are men.”
Minjeong kept her eyes on Karina’s breasts, but she knew the woman was watching her, reading every mark on her body.
“My skin’s sensitive. Whenever there’s too much pressure, it bruises. Every person I sleep with leaves their mark here.”
“That's why you wear clothes that hide your body?” Karina asked, gently taking her wrists, where red and purple marks painted her skin.
“That too,” Minjeong replied dryly, clearly uncomfortable with the questions.
As the silence grew heavier, Minjeong decided to cut the conversation. Slowly, she reached down and pulled Karina’s underwear off. Her cock was already rock hard.
That’s when she realized this one might be a problem. Most of the clients she’d had were average-sized. Occasionally, the taller ones had bigger cocks than she could comfortably handle. Being small didn’t help either. Pain and discomfort were common. Men rarely cared. They’d just ram it in without a second thought.
Karina was taller than her, sure, but not tall enough to justify having a cock that big.
Being a woman, Minjeong had assumed she’d be smaller down there. She was wrong. Dead wrong. That thing was more than she could handle.
Wrapping her hand around it, she squeezed just enough to make Karina sigh. Minjeong kissed her stomach, then licked her thumb and rubbed it over the woman’s nipple, stroking her cock with increasing pressure.
“Suck it.”
Minjeong lowered her head and took the tip into her mouth, careful not to graze it with her teeth. Whatever she couldn’t fit, she stroked with her hand.
Karina tangled her fingers in Minjeong’s hair, mumbling nonsense under her breath. Her cock was way too big for Minjeong’s mouth, and when Karina thrust her hips forward, the girl was caught off guard. Still, she relaxed her throat, forcing herself not to gag.
Karina fucked her mouth hard, shoving half her length inside in fast, rough thrusts. Struggling to stay balanced, Minjeong gripped the woman’s ass tightly.
As the moans grew louder, Minjeong felt Karina grip her hair tighter, shoving her head deeper against her hips. It wouldn’t be long now. She was close.
Minjeong relaxed her throat even more, feeling the warm liquid slide down as Karina pushed as deep as she could. Her jaw throbbed. After a few seconds, Karina finally pulled her head back, letting her cock slip from her lips.
“You sucked me so good.”
“Thanks.”
Without saying a word, she bent down to her pants on the floor and pulled a condom from the pocket. Tossing the wrapper onto the bed, she stripped off the girl’s lingerie without ceremony, laying her down and covering her slim body with her own.
Karina’s mouth went straight to one of Minjeong’s breasts, sucking gently–something that surprised her. Most of the people she’d been with weren’t gentle. They always left a new mark by the end.
“Am I hurting you?” Karina asked.
“No.”
“Then can I suck harder?”
It was weird. That question meant Karina wasn’t usually gentle, but she was trying not to hurt her. That wasn’t normal for her clients.
“Yes. I’m used to it. I don’t feel pain anymore.”
With no more hesitation, Karina sucked hard on one breast, her other hand squeezing and pinching the other. Her right hand slipped down into Minjeong’s panties, fingers starting to massage her clit; slow at first, then faster. Two fingers slid inside.
Trying to please the woman, Minjeong tangled her fingers in Karina’s hair and let out a few soft moans. But even in all the erotic heat of the moment, she felt nothing. She’d never felt pleasure during sex. Not once.
It was wrong. It was filthy. Humiliating.
Minjeong knew she did this for money, not desire. Every now and then, she’d remember her job was to please, arouse, and satisfy whoever paid.
It was hard to stay aware. She always switched off her mind and went on autopilot. She felt nothing, thought nothing. She knew that with enough stimulation, even without pleasure, the body would do its job. She just did what she was trained to do.
Wanting to speed things up, Minjeong grabbed the condom on the bed and opened it. She noticed Karina watching her, but instead of objecting, she got on her knees between Minjeong’s legs, waiting for her to roll it on.
Minjeong sat up and did it, relieved at how fast things were going. Karina lay back down, but with a swift move, Minjeong flipped them both over and straddled her again, now sitting on her waist.
Feeling the raven’s cock between her folds, Minjeong moved her hips, riding up and down, kissing Karina’s neck and leaving a trail of saliva from her throat to her chin, grinding on her cock, spreading the condom’s lube and her own wetness all over the length.
Sitting up, Minjeong reached behind her, guiding the cock head to her entrance. She moved slowly, trying to mold herself around it, but it was way too big. When it became clear that easing it in wouldn’t work, there was no other choice but to take the pain. Without hesitation, she took a deep breath and dropped down on the woman beneath her, ripping a moan of pleasure from Karina, and Minjeong mentally thanked her for drowning out her moan of pain.
“Shit,” Karina panted, “It’s not gonna work. I can’t fit you.”
“You will. I just need a second.”
“Not in this position!”
Minjeong didn’t respond, still trying to ride it, lifting and dropping again and again. Then Karina gripped her waist, flipped her over on the bed, and pulled out.
“Get on all fours.”
Minjeong obeyed, placing her hands and knees on the mattress; one of the most humiliating positions she knew. Karina knelt behind her and slid in slowly, testing the angle, and to Minjeong’s surprise, it worked. With a few tries, she took it all.
“Looks like we found the right angle,” Karina said, thrusting gently.
Minjeong didn’t reply; she just wanted it to be over. The pace picked up, rougher and faster, as Karina held her by the waist. Sometimes her grip tightened too hard, then eased up again like she remembered it would leave marks.
Karina’s hands roamed all over her back, up to her shoulders, grabbing her there to thrust harder and deeper.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Winter.” Her thrusts became more powerful, more precise, groaning with each one. When she pushed Minjeong’s lower back down and slammed her hips against her ass, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, Minjeong moaned loud, not expecting to feel that.
Karina didn’t stop, pounding her harder, feeling Minjeong’s pussy clench around her cock. And with every thrust, Minjeong felt something building–something explosive, something she’d never felt before.
“Karina...” she moaned louder. “Karina, stop! Please stop!”
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“You did!” Minjeong lied. She didn’t want to admit that, for the first time in her life, she was feeling pleasure.
Karina pulled out and lay beside her on her back. Minjeong stayed in position, panting, head down. After a while, she pulled herself together and got back on top.
“You think you can handle it?” Karina asked. “Don’t you wanna take a break or something?”
“No,” Minjeong replied, then dropped down all at once, and just like she thought, there was no more pain.
She wanted it over with, so she moved her hips fast, grinding against her, trying to push Karina to a second orgasm. Karina didn’t seem to mind, holding her waist and helping her ride.
Minjeong reminded herself to moan, to turn her on; not that it was hard, since her clit was grinding against Karina’s pelvis, stealing the air from her lungs. She locked her feet around Karina’s thighs, leaned in close, mouth to her ear, whispering dirty words, hoping it would help.
Each word pushed Karina further, her movements faster and messier, until she finally came, pressing Minjeong’s hips down hard and grinding against her, forcing Minjeong to hold back with all her strength.
Minjeong lay on top of her, waiting for her to come down from the high. Their sweaty bodies pressed together. Karina’s scent is stronger now. Sweet and intoxicating, something she didn’t remember smelling before they started fucking.
Remembering that Karina could ask for her money back if she wasn’t satisfied, Minjeong climbed off her now-soft cock, took off the condom, tossed it in the trash, and slid back between Karina’s legs. No way she was losing that damn money after everything.
Karina looked at her like she was pussy drunk, trying to guess her next move.
Her eyes widened as she realized what was coming, and the next moment, Minjeong was sucking her hard, bringing her cock back to life. Karina gently held her hair, letting her set the pace. And for the third time, Karina came.
After that, Minjeong got up, slipped into her robe, and walked to the bathroom.
“My time’s up?”
“Yeah,” Minjeong replied, wanting to wash off the scent that was starting to make her nauseous. She didn’t want to think too much about the fact that Karina had almost given her, her first real orgasm; that damn woman, who got lucky and found the right spot.
“Where are you going?” the woman asked. “I’ll pay for more time.”
Minjeong looked at her, curious. “Why? Didn’t you get what you wanted? Weren’t you satisfied?”
“I was. But I still want more.” Then she smiled. A crooked, almost sad smile, but there was a kind of fun in it. A beautiful smile. Minjeong looked at her. Honestly, it was better than another stranger. She wouldn’t have to be touched by someone else.
And besides, the woman in her bed had been gentler and more considerate than anyone she’d ever slept with.
“All right,” she said. “Then pay up.”
The woman got out of bed, grabbed another condom and her wallet from the pocket of her jeans on the floor, took out some cash and stacked it on top of what was already on the desk, then lay back down. Condom in hand.
-
Karina walked down the stairs, saying goodbye to those she needed to, and left. She got into her Porsche and headed home. As she drove, distracted, she thought about how she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. She thought about the new girl, how good she was. She remembered the bruises scattered across her body and how they explained the way she dressed.
She was pale; after all, it was easy for marks to form on her skin. Especially since Winter seemed incredibly sensitive, and she was soft. So soft. And she smelled good, different, softer than the other girls. She smelled like almonds. Everything about her matched, and the combination of it all made Karina’s mouth water.
Thinking about the night before, Karina recalled how Winter had an innocent and graceful air. Beautiful. A beautiful whore.
Even though she hadn’t noticed it at first, she realized her beauty only deepened with the intimacy they’d shared. She smiled at the memory of the girl’s arrogance, how she said she’d leave her satisfied and wouldn’t do anal. She smiled because she was stubborn, unlike anyone else.
"A feisty little pup," Karina muttered to herself.
The day passed like all the others. Meaningless, joyless, and dull. Karina handled her business like always, giving orders and signing papers. Twelve hours of pure monotony and emptiness, until the clock signaled it was time to go, leaving more paperwork behind.
She started her car and headed straight to the club, another night waiting.
“I was scared you’d vanish again,” Tiffany greeted her as she entered. Like the night before, the lighting was low, and the wooden decor gave the space the mystery and warmth Karina craved. “What will it be tonight?”
“I’ve been thinking about the girl from yesterday. Winter... Is she available?” Karina scanned the room.
She stayed at the bar, watching the men and women with prostitutes in their laps. She felt a bit ashamed to be part of it, to act like that. But she’d tried having something romantic before, and it didn’t work.
“Karina?”
She turned to see Winter, wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck top, short shorts, tights, and flats. She definitely didn’t look like a whore.
“Good evening, Winter. You look stunning tonight.” Her hair was up in a messy bun.
“Good evening. Tiffany said you were looking for me?”
“Oh, yes.” Karina smiled at her. “But either way, I should ask. Are you free right now?”
“Right now? Mhmm... yes, but...” she hesitated, glancing around, “Didn’t they tell you there’s a new girl here? She arrived today.”
“Really?” Karina looked around, uninterested. “Thanks for letting me know. I’m sure Tiffany will introduce us someday, but tonight, I want you.”
“Oh...” she muttered, lowering her head, “I’ll go to my room. Meet me in ten minutes.”
Karina nodded. Ten long minutes passed before she entered the room, finding the girl just like the night before, the only difference being the black robe.
“You look great in black. It’s a sexy color.”
“Thanks.”
Karina took the money from her wallet and placed it on the desk.
“Aren’t you going to argue about satisfaction and refunds?” Winter was teasing her? That didn’t seem like her. Karina smiled and decided to play along.
“Oh, I know what you can do, but I should warn you, I’ll be more demanding tonight. Last night, I was gentle.”
“I can handle demands.”
Karina laughed, and even though she wasn’t sure, she thought Winter tried to hide a shy smile.
“My time’s ticking, and you’re still lying there, I’ll charge extra,” Karina said, staring into Winter’s deep brown eyes. They were different from all the other girls, who had empty eyes, like there was no story behind them. Winter had eyes you could fall into. Eyes that made you want to discover everything.
Winter reached for the zipper like the night before, but Karina stopped her hands.
“I want you naked first.”
Karina’s senses blurred as she sat on the bed, eyes never leaving the girl. She watched Winter untie the robe slowly, letting it slide down her shoulders and cascade to the floor. Her scent intensified. Her body was small and beautifully curved.
It turned Karina on way more than it should have. Winter was just another whore undressing for her; she shouldn’t be trembling with anticipation, burning with desire.
But she was. Her whole body shook. Winter’s slow, sensual movements made her want to drag the night out forever, and at the same time, take her and taste her. The bruises still stood out sharply against her pale skin.
With a graceful, practiced move, Winter unhooked her bra from the back. From Karina’s view, she saw her back exposed, hair tied in that messy bun, and just her panties left.
Even her back turned Karina on.
Karina expected her to slide the panties down her legs, but instead noticed the side clasps. A flick of her fingers, and the piece dropped between her thighs. Completely naked.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Turn around,” Karina said.
She did, face tense, a bit embarrassed.
Karina took her in from head to toe.
Those chocolate eyes were mouthwatering. Her full lips contrasted with her skin tone. Her neck, with a few faint bruises, was barely hidden by strands escaping the bun. Her small breasts looked even softer than the rest of her body. Her stomach’s just perfect.
She was delicious. Unlike the night before, when a light patch of hair covered her groin, today she was smooth, skin shining. Her thighs, the right thickness, now showed more visible bruises.
Karina grabbed her waist, breath catching just from the sight of her.
“Winter...”
“Yes?” she said, eyes down.
“Come here.”
Winter walked over slowly and reached for Karina’s zipper, pulling it down and sliding her pants and underwear off.
Karina tried to hide her trembling, but it was obvious. She felt ashamed, but Winter didn’t seem to notice. Without a word, the girl climbed on top of her, straddling Karina’s hips, her swollen lips hugging the shaft, the head rubbing against her clit.
Karina’s elbows and wrists trembled violently as she held herself up.
She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t fake it. She just wanted to give pleasure. Karina felt Winter’s mouth and nose at her neck, a hand gripping her hair gently, hips rocking slowly, aided by growing slickness.
“Yes...”
“Do you like it?” Winter whispered in her ear, voice full of real doubt.
“Do I like it? You’re gonna kill me with how fucking hot this is.”
Winter slid faster now. The cock head almost pushing in before bouncing back against her clit, while she kept kissing Karina’s neck.
“Condom, left pocket!”
Winter stopped, found it in the crumpled pants, tore it open, and rolled it on.
“Ride me, Winter.”
Winter held it steady and lowered herself slowly onto it. The almond scent mixed with her shampoo. Karina, overwhelmed, took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, holding her hips down. Winter wrapped her arms around her neck, burying her face between Karina’s hair and ear, lips brushing the lobe as she was slowly penetrated.
Karina noticed she couldn’t fully enter without forcing it, just like the night before.
“Winter, I need to stretch you...” she gasped. “Get on all fours for me...”
She obeyed, climbing off and positioning herself. Karina knelt behind and slid in again, feeling the girl tighten around her.
“Just like that...” Karina was fully in now. They could go back to another position, but this angle was so tight, so perfect.
Pressing against Winter’s back, Karina reached down with her right hand, rubbing her clit while steadying herself with the left. Winter moaned softly, almost inaudibly.
Karina pressed harder, and Winter let out a loud moan. Karina stopped.
“No,” Winter breathed.
“No, what?” Karina asked. She didn’t reply. “What do you want, Winter? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Winter seemed to fight herself. Karina didn’t understand why.
“K-keep going... just keep going...” she whispered, clearly embarrassed.
“If it hurts, you tell me.” Silence. So, Karina thrusts again. Hard. On the third, deepest thrust, Winter cried out.
“I’m not stopping until you tell me I’m hurting you.” Karina groaned.
A muffled moan escaped her. Karina couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure until Winter pushed back against her.
“Like that,” she moaned.
“You want it like this? Harder?” Without waiting, Karina slammed into her.
“Yes!” she cried, clenching tighter.
From that moment, Karina pounded into her hard, fast. Winter pushed back into every thrust, moaning and clutching the sheets.
Winter moaned louder, body trembling with a powerful orgasm. Karina didn’t stop; the climax built in her, too. With a few more thrusts, she came right after.
Only Winter’s hips remained lifted, held by Karina’s hands. Her face was buried in the bed, a string of drool connecting her mouth to the sheets. Panting. Arms limp at her sides.
Karina lowered her hips, collapsed onto Winter’s back, both sweaty, catching their breath.
Slowly pulling out, Karina ran her hand down Winter’s back.
“Winter?”
“Yes?”
“What perfume do you use?”
“I don’t wear perfume.”
What do you mean you don’t wear perfume?
“You’re telling me you naturally smell like almonds?”
“Actually... It’s my cream for bruises... almond-scented...” she muttered into the pillow, still too shy to face her.
Karina stared at her for a few seconds, suddenly feeling sorry for her. She didn’t want to see her hurt. She didn’t want her suffering. It was strange. It had only been two nights, but she felt something for her.
“You smell amazing.” And with that, she went into the bathroom for a shower.
-
Minjeong was still in bed, exactly as Karina had left her to take a shower. Her face buried in the sheets, hands clutching the mattress, lying on her stomach, motionless. Why? Why had she allowed that to happen? Why had she let Karina take full possession of her body?
For the first time in her life, Minjeong knew what an orgasm felt like.
She wasn’t sure if it was intense or mild, but she knew it was real. Even without ever experiencing one before, her mind went blank in that moment, and she felt a pleasure that exceeded the limits of consciousness. Definitely an orgasm.
What she couldn’t grasp was how she had managed to feel that. And why she had allowed it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Minjeong cursed herself silently, still in the same position. She cursed herself because she didn’t fully know her own body. She cursed herself for letting a client, a stranger! Be the one to show her what real pleasure feels like. And most of all, she cursed herself because she knew now it would be impossible to put Karina on the same level as the other clients.
The bathroom door opened slowly, and Minjeong sat up as fast as she could. She lay back against the pillows, covered in the sheets. Karina came out, drying her hair with Minjeong’s towel.
“Sorry, I had to use it. You should keep more towels in the bathroom for your clients...”
“Okay, tell Tiffany to buy half a dozen towels a day.”
She stopped, looking at Minjeong as she processed that.
“It’s true,” she concluded.
Minjeong remained silent.
“You take half a dozen people a night?”
“No... There aren’t that many hours for too many people in a night,” Minjeong answered reluctantly. Why were they even talking about this?
“I see...” Karina replied, frowning slightly. “Well, I have to go. See you later.”
And just like that, she left without another word.
Minjeong woke the next morning with her memories fresh. Karina. The sheets. Sex and orgasm. Money. Great, now her conscience was against her.
She got up in a foul mood, showered, applied her bruise cream, went downstairs for breakfast, and chatted with a few of the girls, but soon she was back in her room, locked away, reading.
That was how she escaped reality. Her castle. Her hiding place. Even though she liked the other girls and Tiffany, she always spent her time alone in her room. And that day, more than ever, she needed to read. She had always loved books; they took her to another reality, a world where she could let her thoughts run wild. She often imagined herself as the characters. Pathetic.
Would she come tonight? Karina had said, “See you later.” Would that be tonight? Would she choose her again?
Maybe she’d go for the new girl. Maybe she wouldn’t come at all. She made Minjeong orgasm. How had she done that? And so, the day dragged on.
Half the time, Minjeong was immersed in her book. The other half, her thoughts returned to Karina, to last night, and to the uncertainty of what was coming.
When the time came, Minjeong went downstairs for what should have been another unpleasant night of work. But tonight would not be like the others.
It would be worse. Much worse.
A handsome guy spotted her, speaking gently. He introduced himself, shook her hand; even though Minjeong felt no pleasure in meeting him, she knew what he wanted.
He complimented her softly, tucked her hair behind her ear, stroked her cheek, and said he wanted her for the night. Out of habit, Minjeong asked for a few minutes so he could go up, and she got ready.
A few minutes later, the door opened. The man, Jaehyun, entered and locked it behind him. He pulled money from his wallet, placed it on the desk, and said he’d pay whatever it took to have her for the whole night. In a way, she felt relieved. It was always better than dealing with multiple people.
But for some reason, she felt disappointed knowing she wouldn’t see Karina tonight.
The man removed his shirt and tossed a few condoms from his pocket. The night was just beginning.
Hours passed. Jaehyun seemed tireless. Minjeong, on the other hand, couldn’t take him anymore.
He wasn’t gentle. He gave orders like he was talking to staff, expecting instant obedience. When she hesitated, he grabbed her hard and did whatever he wanted without asking. But he wasn’t the only client like that; most were. The problem was, Minjeong had someone else in mind. Someone more gentle, more considerate. Someone who had somehow given her pleasure.
“I want you from behind.”
That snapped Minjeong out of her thoughts.
“I don’t do anal,” she said firmly.
“What? Of course you do. You’re a whore!”
“A whore who doesn’t do anal. That’s my condition.”
“Condition? I’m paying, and I’ll fuck you however I want!” And with violence, he flipped her over on the bed, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down.
“Stop it! I said no!” Minjeong yelled, her voice shaking.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want! I want it and I’m getting it!”
Minjeong screamed for help, fighting him, trying to hurt him enough to make him stop. He lost his temper.
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled, then slammed his forehead against hers.
Her head throbbed. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.
“I’ll teach you how to be an obedient whore!” His voice grew distant. It was like he was miles away, even though she could feel every brutal, violent touch. She heard every curse, every slap, every violation, but couldn’t move. No strength. Her eyelids were too heavy. Her mind was too broken.
In her head, she screamed. Silent tears fell. He didn’t stop. And between the pain in her body and her shattered mind, she blacked out. It felt like years passed in that lucid torment.
“You’re such a hot whore. Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.” And just like that, he left her alone.
Minjeong stayed there for what felt like forever, lying on her stomach. Her body burned from the assault, her face from tears and violence. Everything hurt. She was shattered.
Finally finding the strength, she dragged herself into the shower, at least to ease the physical pain.
Minjeong realized it had taken too long for something like that to happen. Like a certain client once said, every whore does anal. She didn’t. And the fact that no one had forced it before now felt almost unbelievable until today.
Back in her room, she applied her bruise cream, turned off the lights, and went to bed.
And cried for the rest of the night.
-
Karina had left the office an hour early, just so she’d have time to shower and get ready for another night. Her thoughts and behavior made her sure she was losing her mind, wanting to smell good for a prostitute? What the hell was wrong with her?
Later, she was already at the club, sipping her usual dose of whiskey while watching the girls entertain their clients, but she couldn’t spot the one she wanted. Then she was told that a “gentleman” had paid for the entire night with the girl she wanted, which meant Karina wouldn’t be seeing Winter tonight.
A guy had paid for the whole night with Winter? Was that allowed? She didn’t know you could monopolize the girls. But if you had money, you could do whatever you wanted.
But was it possible to monopolize the girls there? Why had no one told her that? She’d paid for extra time with Winter, but a whole night?
She imagined Winter with the man at that very moment.
He must be having a great time. After all, she was the best there. Unlike the other girls, she didn’t reek of vulgarity. Strangely, Winter was well-mannered, as if her job’s promiscuity was balanced by the innocent aura she carried.
Karina didn’t like all those bruises on the girl’s body. She didn’t want to see new marks. A woman’s body should be treated gently, softly, and delicately. It pissed her off to see signs of violence on Winter’s skin… or any woman.
The new girl was attractive, but she wasn’t appealing. She was vulgar. Extremely vulgar. But Karina had never cared about vulgarity before. After all, she was at a brothel.
Fuck. Why did Winter have to be busy?
Smiling at her, the new girl took Karina by the hand and led her to her room. Time passed quickly.
Karina didn’t feel nearly as turned on as she thought she’d be, trying out a new body. That body didn’t please her. Nor did that personality. Time passed, she paid, and left for home.
The next day, more stress.
Someone said something they shouldn’t have, causing a mess inside the company.
“Yeji, do anything to stop them from calling me,” she said as the phone rang for the thousandth time. Her headache only got worse.
“I’m just your secretary.”
“And yet you know more about this company than I do. Please, just do something.”
Yeji sighed. “I’ll try to speak to Mrs. Lee. We still have three meetings today and –”
“Cancel them. I need to get out of here.”
“What should I tell them?”
“Say I wasn’t feeling well.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Karina needed to leave before she fired everyone, except Yeji.
She went home, took a shower, grabbed some painkillers, fell asleep on the couch, and woke up at the start of the evening. She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew. She was going back for Winter. There was no point trying to live a less promiscuous life, no point locking herself inside with the TV. She’d end up back there, sooner or later. That was always where her stress melted away. It had always been like that.
This time was no different, except there was something, someone, pulling her back more than usual.
Karina was greeted by the new girl again. As soon as she walked in, the girl approached her more than she wanted, offering her services in the most vulgar way. Karina looked for Winter.
“She’s not feeling well today. She won’t be coming down.”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s just not well.”
This was the second time Karina went there with someone in mind, and the second time she couldn’t reach her. She was frustrated, more than she’d already been that day. She needed to relax. She could’ve picked any of the girls. But she didn’t want anyone else.
She wanted Winter, but something was keeping them apart again.
Saying goodbye, she left the new girl where she stood and walked out of the club, got into her car, and glanced in the rearview mirror one last time to see the place. She turned the corner, wishing for her bed more than anything else in the world.
It was morning, and Karina was still in bed. The depression was creeping back, the lack of motivation that had eased in recent days now hit her with full force. She would stay in bed all day. Maybe turn on the TV. Maybe stare at the ceiling. Maybe fall asleep. It didn’t matter. She just didn’t want to get up.
She decided to check some emails, read some contracts, and get a little ahead on the work waiting for her the next day. One of the emails was from Yeji, saying the meetings went well, and most of the problems had been handled.
“Bless Yeji,” Karina muttered.
Losing track of time, suddenly it was night again.
And like a child about to receive a Christmas present, she headed back to the club.
The place was a little busier than usual. Walking through the room, looking for Winter, she didn’t see her. But she did spot Tiffany near the bar.
“Where’s Winter?” Karina asked as she approached the owner.
“Ah, good evening, Karina. Winter’s with a client.”
“What the fuck!”
Tiffany looked at her curiously. Noticing, Karina ran her fingers through her hair, trying to compose herself.
“She should be down soon. Give it five minutes.”
“I’ll wait for her. And if she’s got any bookings, put me next.”
“She’s that good?” Tiffany looked surprised.
Karina didn’t answer. She just ordered a whiskey and drank, ignoring everyone else. She saw a man coming down the stairs and felt rage boil inside her. Rage at that man. At his smug smile. Rage knowing Winter had to endure him.
Why did she think she was any different? They both paid for sex. Both pathetic and unhappy. Going to prostitutes was easier because money opened doors. Because they were both running from their mediocre, loveless lives. She felt a weak hand touch her and turned, finding Winter.
The first thing Karina noticed was the bruises around her mouth, two red marks. Then the dark circles under her eyes. A cut on her cheek, not deep, but visible against her skin. Her hair was wet, hanging loose. She could see the marks on her neck, darker than the last time.
She wore clothes that covered her whole body, yet the bruises on her hands were still visible.
What the fuck happened?
She smelled that familiar almond scent mixed with shampoo and toothpaste. Karina kept staring at Winter’s neck, scanning her body. What happened to her?
-
Minjeong had taken a day to recover emotionally. After being found the morning after the rape she suffered, she cried like a child, cried for everything, comforted by one of her coworkers. It wasn’t just crying. It was the kind of sobbing that steals your breath, full of pain and grief. Not just for the night before, but for her whole life. That damned life she had lived for so long. For being what she was. For doing what she did. For night after night, being looked at from head to toe, not like a person, but like an object. Like something in a shop window, up for sale to whoever thought it was worth buying.
But eventually, she calmed down. She took a hot shower, and when she returned, her friend had changed her sheets, fresh ones, scented with lavender. Even though she felt clean, she was just as sad.
She was given medication. Her friend told Tiffany what had happened. Though no one else was told, she was allowed to take the night off. That helped a little; knowing she wouldn’t have to be with anyone that night felt like a gift.
Most of the afternoon, Yunjin took care of her. She brought Minjeong lunch, applied creams for her wounds and bruises, and tried to ease her pain. Minjeong didn’t feel like smiling, but Yunjin was trying to be kind, and she felt she had to at least pretend she was getting better.
And so, Minjeong fell asleep.
When she woke up, she heard the sound of the place coming alive. At that moment, dozens of people were having fun in the rooms around her and down in the lounge.
Her mind was spiraling. She knew she wasn’t the kind of woman who would get married and have a family; kids, grandkids. That would never happen. She had to accept that life would never smile on her like that. It was better to accept it; dreaming about it only hurt more. It could be a nice dream, but it destroyed her emotionally. Maybe one day she’d stop prostituting, but she’d never be loved. Not someone like her. Someone in her position couldn’t be loved.
She wasn’t allowed to dream of that.
She thought of Karina. For no reason at all. She was kind, different from the other clients. Different from Jaehyun. Would she be there? Was she with the new girl, having fun? Probably.
And yet, Minjeong wanted to see her. Maybe Karina would show her some compassion, seeing her like this. Maybe she’d be gentle, smile at her in that crooked, beautiful way.
But then she scolded herself. No one, not even Karina, would love her, not looking the way she did.
Minjeong woke up the next day knowing things would be different. Her night off was over; she’d have to work again.
When night came, she felt more down than usual. Some girls had already gone down to the lounge. So, she got ready. Showered. Picked out modest clothes. Covered her bruises. And with the energy of someone heading to the gallows, she went downstairs.
It didn’t take long for the first client to choose her. A disgusting man. He tried to chat her up, tried to create some fake connection. When he saw her naked, his excitement faded, but when he noticed the bruises, his interest returned.
It happened again. And again. They all looked at her hungrily, then hesitated, but didn’t walk away.
Then Minjeong saw her.
In the middle of the crowd stood a stunning woman with black hair, leaning on the bar. She seemed deep in thought. Minjeong couldn’t explain why, but she found herself admiring her. Not just for her beauty, but for everything. The posture, the presence, the strength. Everything.
She thought about how long it had been since she had seen her. And seeing her now brought a flash of unexpected happiness. She didn’t want to admit it, but the joy scared her. Because somehow, for some reason, this woman meant more than anyone else there, even if Karina saw her as just another girl.
‘Please choose me,’ Minjeong begged in her mind.
‘Maybe she doesn’t want to be with me,’ Minjeong thought. ‘Maybe she’s already with someone.’
“I’m not with anyone right now... I’m free, if you want me...” Minjeong whispered.
Please, Karina.
“Winter, are you afraid someone else here might choose you?”
She was. Minjeong was scared of that. She needed Karina to pick her up before someone else did. But that wasn’t the only reason she’d gone over. Something else pulled her to her.
“No... I just thought maybe... maybe you wanted me. Were you leaving?”
“No. I just got here. I was waiting for you.” Waiting for me, Minjeong thought.
“Great. Ten minutes?”
“Ten minutes,” Karina nodded.
Minjeong climbed the stairs again. And even though she didn’t understand why, for the first time, she felt happy.
-
Without checking the time, Karina finished her whiskey and went up to the room. She didn’t knock, walked right in, and found the space darker than usual.
“It’s too dark,” Karina said.
“It’s good. It sharpens the senses.”
Winter got up and walked toward her, and in a completely unexpected move, she hugged her.
“Let’s just do it like this tonight, please... just for tonight...” Winter pleaded.
Then Karina smelled it. That scent that always made her lose control. Almond and shampoo. That damn smell. She felt Winter’s hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt while kissing her breasts through the fabric. Karina wanted to ask what was going on, wanted to know what had been done to her. But obviously, Winter wouldn’t say.
Without thinking, Karina pulled the silk robe off her shoulders, lowering her head to kiss her skin. The scent was stronger than usual, perfectly matching the dark, sensual mood. Karina’s hands moved to untie the robe slowly. Winter stepped back, letting her remove it completely.
Karina was shocked to see Winter wear nothing underneath, and even more shocked to see, despite the darkness, that her body was covered in bruises and scratches.
“What the hell is this?” Karina asked, taking two steps back in alarm.
“Just another day,” Winter replied flatly.
“What? Wait, wait. What happened to you?”
“A client happened, Karina. It’s none of your business.” She scoffed, annoyed.
“None of my business? Of course it is! I don’t want to have sex with someone who looks like they’ve been beaten up.”
The words flew out – harsh and insensitive in the silence of the room.
“That’s why I left the lights low,” Winter said, staring at her with a mix of anger and hurt, seeming to process the comment.
“You thought I wouldn’t notice? I’m not blind! You look like you’ve been beaten!”
Winter stared for a few more seconds, then picked up her robe and put it back on. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then get out of my room so another client can.”
“I’m not leaving! And you’re not seeing another fucking client tonight! I’m talking to Tiffany –”
“Who the hell do you think you are to give me orders?” Winter snapped. “It’s none of your business!”
“I’m not giving orders, you idiot! I’m trying to help you!”
Karina expected Winter to say something sharp, but when she opened her mouth, she paused. Still angry, her expression slowly softened. She looked around the room, as if searching for something to say.
“Karina...”
Hearing her name from Winter’s lips sent shivers down Karina’s spine.
It was strange. It felt... good. But she ignored it.
“What did they do to you?” Karina insisted.
“It was just another night at work. That’s all.” Winter looked down, avoiding her gaze.
“That’s a lie. I’ve been with you before. I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Karina,” she said again, eyes closed like she wanted to end the conversation. “I need to work. If you don’t mind...”
“Is this about money?” Karina asked, losing patience, not understanding why she was so desperate to protect the prostitute.
She pulled out her wallet. Without even counting, she yanked out all the cash she had and threw it at Winter.
Winter didn’t flinch. She didn’t even try to catch the bills, just watched them fall to the floor.
“My time’s paid for. Don’t you dare kick me out of this fucking room again.”
Still staring at the money, Winter tied her robe tightly, walked past Karina, and lay on the bed.
Karina stared at her, watching the robe slide off one thigh, exposing her skin again. She sat beside her. Closer to the lamp now, she could better see the bruises on Winter’s skin.
Winter lay on her side, arms crossed in front of her, but she didn’t look at her. Karina touched her thigh gently, just fingertips on a dark bruise. The marks ruined some of her beauty, yet her skin was still incredibly soft, overly sensitive to the touch. Unable to help herself, Karina traced circles with her fingers – then with her palm.
“I don’t like your skin like this,” she whispered.
“Neither do I,” Winter said seriously, still staring at the wall.
“You’re really not going to tell me what happened?”
“You’re not my therapist.”
“I’m your friend.”
Winter looked at her, surprised. Karina knew why.
Karina wasn’t her friend. She didn’t even know her name. Nothing about her. But she was trying to turn this protective instinct into something noble. Something pure. Friendship, even if it didn’t quite fit.
It didn’t feel right.
“You’re not my friend.”
“I... I care about you. I just want you to be okay. I don’t want anyone to hurt you,” Karina said, each word half relief, half confusion. “I could help you if you just told me what happened.”
“You can’t help me.” Winter moved slightly, still wasn’t looking at Karina, and the robe slid off her shoulder.
Karina’s gaze lingered on her exposed skin, still marked, but somehow even more beautiful. She wasn’t even aware of her hand’s movements anymore, still touching Winter.
And again, that scent. Almonds.
“I’m fine. It’s my job. There’s nothing you can do to change that.”
After a few seconds, Winter sat up and moved closer. Gently, she leaned toward Karina’s ear and whispered:
“My job is to give pleasure...”
That damn scent.
Karina felt her bite her earlobe and neck. Somehow, the smell intensified, and she couldn’t feel anything else but almond perfume taking over her senses, shattering her control inch by inch.
The truth was, she didn’t want to resist.
There was no way she could ask anything from Winter in her condition. Whatever had happened, she couldn’t demand anything.
Strangely, unlike the first night they met, she didn’t seem unhappy to have sex with Karina. And Karina wondered why.
Maybe she wanted more money, another round. Maybe she wanted to lock her in for one more hour, knowing other clients might avoid her because of how she looked. Understandable. The bruises might drive others away.
But not Karina. Maybe the others were blind to her intoxicating scent.
Karina wasn’t. That scent did strange things to her.
“Karina?”
“Yes?” Karina gasped as Winter nibbled the most sensitive spot between her ear and neck.
“I’m not going to have any other clients tonight, right?”
Karina felt like she was being teased.
“R-right...” she replied, eyes closing tight.
“Then why is your hand on my pussy?”
“I don’t know...” Her self-control was slipping, slowly, but surely.
“Well, I know,” and without warning, Winter slid her hand over Karina’s cock and began to stroke it over her pants. “Looks like it wants in.”
Karina couldn’t say anything; not a single thought came to her mind. She wanted to play along –match Winter’s teasing– but couldn’t form a single sentence that didn’t sound pathetic or expose her lack of control.
“Winter... stop teasing me...”
Unable to resist, Karina kissed her shoulder, slowly pulled the robe off her other shoulder, revealing even more. She needed to get a grip, but it was getting harder.
“Your perfume...”
“I don’t wear perfume.”
“It’s so strong...”
“You don’t like it?”
Karina sighed, like honesty was the only option.
“I love it.”
“Karina?” she whispered again in her ear.
“Yes...”
“Your time’s up.”
-
“What?” Karina said, surprised and disoriented.
Winter bit her ear and pulled back. “Your time’s up.”
It took Karina a moment to collect herself and return to reality.
“My time...” she repeated aloud, trying to organize her thoughts.
“Yes, your time. It’s over.”
Winter got out of bed, covering her exposed shoulders, and moved Karina’s hand away from between her legs. She walked, somewhat unsteady, to the piece of furniture near the wall, leaning on it with her eyes closed, as if trying to block out a thought.
“I...” Karina began, but had no idea what to say.
Winter opened her eyes and looked at her. It was different. An intense gaze.
Karina returned the stare, watching her for a long moment in silence. The dark room was heavy with quiet, holding the two of them suspended in the mystery of that moment.
Finally, Karina got up from the bed, reached into her jacket pocket, and pulled out all the bills she had. She folded the stack and held it out to Winter. The girl hesitated, but eventually took it. Karina didn’t know how much money she’d handed over, and to her surprise, Winter didn’t check it either. She just placed the folded bills behind her on the furniture.
“You’re mine for the rest of the night,” Karina said calmly.
She knew exactly what she wanted to do for the rest of the hours they had together in that room. Unfortunately, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to be without morals. But her body craved what it had been denied for days. Winter.
She couldn’t impose anything. Even if she was a client, even if it was Winter’s job and Karina was paying for it, she couldn’t demand anything in her current state. She knew Winter had already been used by others that night, but she didn’t want to be like them.
Slowly, Karina lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her shirt was still open from earlier. Everything now was up to the prostitute. If Winter wanted, they could just stay quiet the whole night. But Karina hoped she had something else in mind, because what Karina wanted could only happen if Winter wanted it too.
Still lost in thought, Karina noticed the change in the room.
The light was gone. Winter had turned off the lamp on the table. The room was completely dark now, only the moonlight slipping through the cracks in the window outlined some objects and the girl’s silhouette.
Karina closed her eyes, trying to calm her thoughts and breathing. She didn’t want to be nervous or tense. This kind of situation was supposed to be casual, but something about this moment made that impossible.
She felt the mattress dip beside her, and then, for the second time that night, Winter kissed her stomach. Gently, she made her way up Karina’s torso, kissing her neck softly. Karina gasped as she felt Winter’s bare body fully on top of hers.
It was too much for Karina’s self-control, and the worst part was that she hadn’t even been touched properly yet. She struggled to hold back as Winter kissed and bit her jawline, then her neck and ear, down to her breasts, and slowly down to her stomach.
Winter opened the last button of Karina’s pants, pulled down the zipper, and slid them off along with her underwear. “Where is it?” she asked into the darkness.
“Left pocket,” Karina said, eyes squeezed shut.
Karina knew if she wasn’t careful, she’d give in completely—utterly— to this woman.
“Holy fuck!”
Karina couldn’t help but curse as she felt the warm, wet muscle slide over her cock, now so hard it throbbed. As if she knew, Winter licked it gently, then took it all into her mouth at once. Karina trembled, trying not to lose control. She clenched the sheets to keep her hands busy.
It didn’t work.
When Winter’s tongue slid from tip to base, then sucked her balls, Karina’s hands left the sheets and tangled in her hair, guiding the movement.
Karina took deep breaths to muffle her moans. Her eyes rolled back, unable to form a single coherent thought. Winter’s lips tightened around her cock, her tongue circling the tip before she took nearly all of it into her mouth, again and again.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come! Shit!”
It didn’t take long.
As she came back down from the high, she felt Winter still sucking the sensitive head, swallowing every drop of cum.
“I’ll give you two minutes,” Winter teased.
Karina grinned, catching her breath and releasing her grip on her hair.
“You think I can’t handle it?” Karina asked, turning Winter over and pushing her up toward the headboard, positioning herself between Winter’s legs. Now it was her turn to tease. “Know that I can fuck you once, twice, three times in a row, without pulling out.”
“That’s impossible,” Winter replied, and Karina saw her smiling, the moonlight catching her face.
“Trust me. I can.”
“Well, I’ll have to test that.”
“Are you challenging me?” Karina asked, teasing her neck with her tongue. “I like challenges,” she said, taking the condom from Winter’s hand and finishing, “But not tonight…”
Karina tore the wrapper and knelt in front of her.
“Can you give me a hand?” she asked.
Understanding, Winter grabbed her cock and stroked it, just right enough to roll the condom on fully.
Then Winter guided her to her entrance, rubbing the tip up and down. Her feet pressed against Karina’s calves, sliding along her thighs. Her desire unmistakable.
Holding her hips, Karina slowly entered, testing the angle.
One thrust. Two. Five.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No...”
Karina noticed Winter looking deeply into her eyes, grateful, though Karina didn’t understand why.
“Good. Another perfect position for us,” she said, thrusting again, then laying fully over Winter. Karina ran her hands along Winter’s sides, cupping her breasts, then settled her elbows beside Winter’s head, fingers tangling in her hair.
Karina brought her mouth to Winter’s ear, thrusting harder.
“Winter?”
“Yes...”
“Can I call you baby?”
She hesitated, clearly unsure if it was a good idea. Maybe it crossed a line.
“You can.”
Karina thrust harder. Winter gasped loudly.
“Your name is beautiful,” another thrust, another moan, “But ‘baby’ is... sweeter.”
Winter bit her lip to muffle the sound, unsuccessfully. A guttural moan almost made Karina lose control.
“And it’s shorter.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“Shut up about what?” Karina whispered innocently in her ear, thrusting harder.
Winter moaned, digging her heel into Karina’s back, pulling her hair tight.
“Baby, I just wanna talk.” Karina thrusts again, harder than before.
“What a perfect... fucking time... to talk!” she said, voice trembling, barely able to speak.
Karina kept going, faster, deeper. But her voice remained casual.
“Tell me something... The first time we fucked, you didn’t give a damn about me.” The thrusts made it hard to keep a steady voice, but she stayed in character. “Now you seem a little more... into it.”
“Fucking bitch...”
“I mean, you could’ve meditated while I was inside you back then. Didn’t even flinch. But now, you won’t even let me talk. Weird, right?”
“Karina?” The smile on her lips gave her away. Winter pulled her hair tighter. “Fuck you.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“You...”
“I think you like me,” Karina said, sitting up on her knees, still inside her. She spread Winter’s legs and pushed deeper. “I’m a nice person, right, baby?”
“Fuck!” Winter gasped.
Karina felt Winter’s pussy tightening around her cock, waves building fast. She was going to come.
She looked at Winter’s face.
She wanted to see her.
The moonlight lit up the room, and then she saw.
Winter had thrown her arms over her head, arching beautifully on the mattress. Her mouth opened, gasping. Her eyes rolled back with every thrust. Twice, three times, she blinked slowly as Karina drove into her.
She was breathtaking.
Maybe it was the moonlight. Maybe the scent Karina now feared had some supernatural pull. But Winter was stunning. Beyond anything she’d seen.
Karina came seconds later. Head thrown back; her mind blank. She heard Winter’s deep moans below her.
As promised, the rest of the night belonged to Karina. At one point, she went downstairs to tell Tiffany Winter was unavailable. She ignored the woman’s stunned face and returned to the room.
They had sex in every way, every position, everywhere. Bed. Shower. Floor. Vanity. Desk.
Karina didn’t know when she lost track of time. She let herself fall into unconsciousness and slept like she never had before.
-
Minjeong woke the next morning to the sound of rain. Heavy rain was pounding on a Saturday morning. Slowly, the wind and raindrops brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes, adjusting to the morning light.
She didn’t move, caught in an epic battle with her eyelids. Gradually, she became aware of the aches in her body as she tried to lie on her back.
“Shit...”
The sound of rain soothed her. A dream had started forming in her mind when a thunderclap startled her.
“Shit.”
The jolt made her turn in bed faster than she wanted. The pain returned, but not enough to distract her from the woman next to her.
Karina was lying on her stomach, barely moving, eyes closed.
Her hair was somehow even messier than before. Her face was nearly buried in the pillow. A sheet covered her from the waist down.
Minjeong stared, unsure of what to do. Then, flashes of the night came back. Karina had paid to stay the whole night. They’d had sex until dawn, then passed out.
She imagined Karina would be mad, waking up in a prostitute’s bed. But that was inevitable. She’d wake up, see her, remember what happened, and leave the club as fast as possible.
After some time, Minjeong decided to wake her up. But she kept watching her instead. Karina was beautiful.
Impossibly beautiful. Almost unreal. Every inch of her was perfect.
And as if she could feel Minjeong’s thoughts, Karina smiled, a breathtaking smile, in her sleep.
The rain grew stronger, snapping Minjeong from her trance.
She got up carefully and headed to the bathroom, closing the door gently. She washed her face, brushed her hair, applied cream to ease the pain, and put on her robe before returning to the room.
She hesitated to wake her. She didn’t want to disturb her peace. Karina’s presence made her feel lighter.
“Karina,” Minjeong whispered, tapping her shoulder.
No answer.
She tried again. Nothing. Then, daringly, she slid her fingers into Karina’s messy hair, stroking gently.
After a while, Karina stirred. Minjeong quickly pulled her hand away and tapped her shoulder again.
“Karina...”
“Mmmhm.”
“You have to go...”
“What?”
“Did you hear me?”
“Mhmhm...”
Thinking the conversation was over, Karina pulled the sheet over herself and snuggled deeper into the pillow.
“It’s Saturday. You’re in my room.”
“I know.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“God, woman, let me sleep!”
Minjeong was startled by the huskiness in her voice. Karina still had her eyes shut.
“You’re not at home,” Minjeong said gently, like talking to someone sick.
“I know where I am, Winter. I’m in your room. In your bed. Trying to sleep. It’s morning. Saturday. Let me sleep.”
“But... you’re in my bed.”
“Then let me sleep,” Karina said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, burying herself further in the blankets.
Minjeong had never imagined someone would want to stay in her bed like it was normal. Most clients were disgusted and left quickly. Karina, ironically, seemed unlike any other.
“Well...” Minjeong whispered, “Then I’m going back to bed too.”
She grabbed a shirt and panties from the drawer, put them on, and returned to Karina’s side, nervous about her reaction.
Pushing her doubts away, Minjeong lay on the mattress, back turned. She didn’t want to look at her. Looking at her made her happy. And that was scary. It felt good. And each minute got better. She was there. That was enough.
Because it felt so good, she couldn’t bear to look.
She knew. The more she held on to this, the more it would hurt when Karina was gone.
And she knew it would hurt.
And that scared her.
Suddenly, she felt Karina’s arms wrap around her from behind.
“You put the cream on, right?”
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Yes...”
“That smell is so good,” Karina said, burying her face in Minjeong’s hair and neck.
A few minutes later, Minjeong closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment.
Karina's arms were around her. Fingers were on her stomach. Breath on her neck. Leg was tucked between hers.
Minjeong didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to savor every second of that embrace. It was the most affection she’d ever felt in her life as a prostitute.
Everything there lulled her to sleep: the air, the warmth, the rain.
And then, even though she resisted, she fell asleep.
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honestly, I just wanted to update to say that I completely understand the concern about stories being fully ai generated or not. but sometimes it feels like this is safe space only for people’s favorite, long-established authors. every new story seems to be immediately labeled as ai, and the comments aren’t constructive criticism. they’re attacks. not every new writer is using ai. sometimes people just want to be part of a space they like, but because of what a few others have done, we get treated with hostility. It’s sad, but some have ruined the space for everyone else.
anyway!! thank you to those who support and encourage, and send good energy. you make it easier not to give up. even if just for a moment.