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He stumbled into the room, almost like he was pushed. Dressed all in black including huge black boots and a bucket hat pulled down over his face. My 8pm had arrived.
I'd been told only that he was a VIP, I had until midnight if we needed that long, that it was likely all going to be new for him so to go slow, not to leave any marks (which some liked) and that I had to sign an NDA. I'd had well known people come through before and wealthy clients so it wasn't the first time for an NDA but discretion in my work was always a must anyway.
He turned with a start to where the door had clicked shut behind him and then back to me, looking at the floor. From what I could see of his face, he was young and embarrassed to be here. 'This could be over really quickly,' I thought. Good for me, I got paid either way.
“Hi there cutie,” I said, starting my night. “Come in, grab a seat, get comfortable,” I indicated the red velvet sofa that was set in the middle of the room.
He seemed to almost run to the sofa, tripping over his feet and sinking into the corner with his hands tucked together between his knees. He looked small and uncomfortable and I wondered why he was here tonight and how he could afford this company when he was so young. Maybe someone bought the services as a birthday present, it also wouldn't be the first time that had happened. I only had one or two clients a week and that was enough to live on, our services were high end and although I didn't like to think of it that way, I was very good at my job.
“So,” I continued, walking over and sinking next to him on the couch, curling up with my heels and legs crossed in his direction, “what do we have planned for the evening?” I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh, causing him to startle and blush deeper so I took it away, not wanting to get off on the wrong foot.
Clearing his throat, he spoke quietly. “Ah, I'm 21 now, my hyung thought I needed to learn more about being around women.” His words were careful and his accent was strong but he couldn't make eye contact when he spoke.
So, I was right, I was a gift, here to educate him on a woman's body. That usually was quick, easy but always a little awkward.
“What about why you want to be here,” I asked.
He looked up surprised at my question then quickly away again. In that moment I saw a flash of beautiful, big brown eyes that looked more than a little anxious.
“Ah, I follow what my hyung say so yes, I need to talk better with women.”
I wasn't sure that's what his hyung (whoever they were) had in mind but we could get to that.
“I'd love to help you with that so lets get to know each other. I'm Ava.”
“My name is Jungkook, nice to meet you,” he replied, bowing slightly and rubbing his hands down his thighs a few times. They were jiggling as if he couldn't sit still and something in me wanted to reach out and pat him, letting him know it would be OK. His name lingered in the back of my mind, somewhat familiar but I couldn't place it. At almost 23, I was a little older than him and by the looks, world wise I was far more experienced. I'd ease into it slowly.
“How about a drink,” I asked, getting up and walking over to the bar set up in the corner of the room. “Can I get you anything?”
“Do you have banana milk?” he asked.
Oh my word, could this get any cuter. “Ah, you know what, I don't think we do although I could have some bought in for later this evening? We do have all kinds of alcohol though if you'd like something to help relax.”
“Oh, yes please then. Whatever you think would be good. They said you're in charge.”
So far, he hadn't really looked up or at me other than brief glances, we'd have to fix that if we were going to speed this along.
“Sure, I'll pour us something to enjoy together.”
Whenever I was making drinks for a client, mine was watered down to practically nothing or something non alcoholic if I needed to be super vigilant. They often liked us to drink together but I wasn't willing to let my guard down and become unaware so it was best to pretend and only sip along carefully. I didn't think this one was going to be a problem in that way.
There was music quietly playing in the background of the room, the kind of music that was meant to get you in the mood. It covered the silence as I made him a cocktail and myself a non alcoholic version, walking them over, my bare legs displayed in full. As I handed it to him, I leaned in so he couldn't help but be level with my chest, to ease us into it so to speak. His eyes were fixed straight ahead and when I bent, he averted his eyes with a gulp. But he'd gazed for a few moments longer than necessary before that, taking a quick look. 'He's at least aware I'm a woman,' I thought, wondering how much experience he'd actually had.
“So, Jungkook, let me put your mind at ease. I can be in charge if that's what you want but I'm also here for you. We won't do anything you're not ready for.”
His whole demeanour changed. The stiffness off his body seemed to relax slightly and he actually lifted his eyes to mine.
“Yes, OK. Let us talk to start with.”
Talking was sometimes worse than the other parts of my job. They wanted to work me out, find out things about me, why I did this for a living and those things I wouldn't reveal to a client. So, I usually made things up. My private life, that was not something I gave up to many people and never to a client. But, if talking is what he wanted, that's what we'd do.
“Are you from around here,” I asked, sipping my drink as he took a large drink of his, eyes growing big at how strong I had made it. Better to help let his guard down quicker I'd thought as I'd poured a little extra vodka in.
“I am here working from overseas. I very much like your country.”
“Oh, that's nice to hear. And are you here long?”
“We must work for 3 weeks but have 1 already so 2 more and we go home.”
“And can I ask what kind of work?”
“Ah, I am an artist.”
“Oh like painting?”
“More like music,” he sounded bashful as he said it and again I thought that I should probably know his name.
“Oh I love music, especially to sing and dance. Do you like to dance?” Maybe that was a way to help him get close to me.
“I love to dance. I came here many years ago to train in hip-hop. I was very young then, it seems a long time ago.”
“I bet you can move well then,” I replied, reaching out again to put my hand on his thigh and this time, although he startled, he didn't look as stressed so I kept it there, tracing light patterns with my fingers. “Maybe later, we can dance. Or I can dance for you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I, ah, I,” he stammered out and I realised that this was going to be slower than I thought. Right, back to taking charge then though it looked like it would need to be in a gentle way.
“That's OK, we can talk about that later. For now, can I ask if you'd take off your hat. Your eyes are beautiful so I'd love to see your whole face.”
He swallowed and nodded, reaching up to take it off, ruffling his hair up as he did. The lighting in the room was dimmed for a number of reasons but it let off enough light for me to see he was a truly striking looking man. Handsome, beautiful and looking very shy, he didn't seem his 21 years but I did take a deep breath in when I saw his face. I had very handsome clients come in regularly. They were usually very confident in their looks, especially if they were well off. Their cockiness wasn't attractive to me, I found it a chore to spend time with them. Jungkook seemed to be unaware of his effect on people, his shyness endearing. 'This might be fun after all,' I thought. Time to ramp it up a little.
“You are very good looking,” I purred and he blushed again, touching his ears which were turning a little red. Good Lord, he was actually adorable. I slid a little closer, reaching out with my hand to touch his cheek, the hand on his thigh sliding just a little higher.
He froze, like a deer in the headlights and I briefly wondered what would happen to the poor boy if I gave him a lap dance. Instead, I just used one finger to trace down his face and along his jawline, dropping to linger a moment on his chest before pulling it away, giving him a chance to breathe again.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?”
Swallowing, he took a moment to answer. “Oh, I like to play video games and work out. Sometimes I draw, I'm learning to play the drums.”
“Wow, you sound very talented.”
“Oh, it's nothing, I'm not very good,” he answered modestly, looking down.
Somehow I doubted that. For all his shyness, there radiated some kind of energy. He was an 'A' type personality I thought, he likes to do lots of things and do them well. And if you translated that into being around women, he'd want to be confident when talking to them.
“So, if your hyung think you need more experience with women, let's start with the basics when chatting. So you might want to give compliments, make eye contact, stand close but not too close. Like now, if we were meeting for the first time and sitting next to each other on a sofa, what would you do to start a conversation?”
He looked traumatised, like I'd ask him to give an impromptu speech at the United Nations but he tried anyway.
“Ah, hello. My name is Jungkook, you look very nice.”
I had to smile, I was not dressed like anyone he was likely to be meeting for the first time, wearing far less than would be appropriate in most social situations. “Thank you so much. I like your shirt.”
“Oh, thank you.” He held my eyes with his, a great effort on his part but I could see he was trying and strangely, I was becoming a little drawn into them. It was making me uncomfortable. So much so that I had to look away first a little taken back by the intensity of his look. I cleared my throat.
“Very good. Lesson one ticked off.” I felt a little like I was guiding a child but looking at him sideways, he wasn't a child. No facial hair but his body was that of a man, swamped by oversized clothing. I'd felt it when I touched his chest, muscles broad under my finger.
He smiled like he'd won a medal, it reached all the way across his face and his eyes lit up. I stopped breathing for a moment, captivated by his expression. Huh, I'd never felt like this with a client before. This was getting interesting. “Are you ready for lesson two?” I asked and he nodded enthusiastically, obviously pleased after the first one had been a win.
“Ok, so next would be the simple touch. Nothing too over the top, that comes later.”
He nodded slowly, looking a little awkward again.
“You've paid the compliment, looked her in the eye, been close enough to touch. Now you do something simple like touch her back briefly when you talk, graze her hand with yours. It's like saying you want to be near someone but without words.”
He nodded again and he looked down at how close our legs were to each other. I'd taken my hand off his thigh before lesson one. Now we weren't touching at all and I was interested to see what he did.
Blinking a few times he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, swallowed and then tried again. “I like your earrings,” and he reached out his hand, lightly touching the earlobe closest to him where my earring dangled. I felt a zing and my eyes went wide before schooling my face again.
“Thank you,” I replied and my hand came up automatically to touch where he had, the feeling of heat left in that spot. Our hands met on the way up as he dropped his, brushing against each other and I had the feeling that wasn't accidental. 'Oh, he is a quick learner!' I thought, rubbing my ear before pursing my lips and allowing my hand to fall again.
“That wasn't too hard was it?” I asked.
He shook his head. “You are not hard to talk to. And you are very pretty.”
Woah, that was unexpected given he fell into the room and blushed for most of the time so far. He even managed to say that without his face changing colour. Perhaps he was already better at this than he realised. “Well done, you're doing very well at lesson one and two.”
“But that was not pretend. You are very pretty. Your face not your body. I mean, your body is nice too but I was talking about your face. I mean...... never mind.”
Ok, he'd gone back to blushing again, his foot in his mouth and his words tumbling out crazily. I laughed. “It's ok, I knew what you meant and it is very sweet. You are very sweet.”
He rubbed his hand across his forehead, almost like he was wiping away sweat.
“Ok, how about we make you more comfortable. That jacket looks warm and it's not cold in here.”
Leaning over I started to help as he shrugged out of it, giving me a good chance to watch the fluidity of his movements. He had to stand up to get it all the way off his arms and as he arched his back to shrug out of it, his shirt flexed against his muscles. 'Nice,' I thought and then decided to say it out loud. “You have a great body.”
He was looking around for somewhere to lay his jacket and gave a small bow with a tiny “Thank you,” in response.
I stood up with him and said “Lesson 3.” In my heels I wasn't much shorter than him, our eyes almost level as he nodded. “Now that we've done the subtle touches, it's time to make it clear you're attracted to someone with intentional touch.”
He screwed his face up in confusion and I thought maybe some of my words were unknown. “Now we make it very clear that we like them with our touch.” Still standing facing each other, I reached out to take his hand, linking our fingers. His eyes followed my movements as I walked him over to the bar, him trailing just a little behind me. Not a bad place for him to be, maybe he would have a chance to look at me from behind without being caught and without being embarrassed. If part of this was him understanding a women's body more, he had a long way to go. At least looking at one was a good place to start.
I pulled out a bar stool, indicating for him to sit and spinning it around so he was facing me. He leaned back with his elbow on the bar, looking effortlessly attractive if a little awkward. He just had on a long sleeve black tshirt now that his jacket was removed, his arms hidden under it but as he rested his hand on his cheek, I could see the veins as his sleeve fell slightly. There was definitely a lot of man hiding in the form of a boy.
Walking right up into his personal space, I put my hand on his knees, separating them slightly so I could step between his legs. His breathing increased but he tried not to flinch, jaw clenching then mouth dropping open and staring when I was just inches from him. Taking his hand I placed it on my waist. “And what would you do now?” I asked quietly, reaching out to play with his hair. He closed his eyes, visible gulp sliding down his neck and then said, “make it clear I like you with my touch.”
Nodding, I continued. “And how would you do that?”
He took his other hand and placed it on the other side of my waist. “Can I move them?” he asked.
“You can do whatever you want,” I replied, tilting my head slightly to the side and lowering my eyelashes at him.
He slid them slightly higher, up my ribs and back down again, testing the waters and then ran one up my back, holder me a little closer. I sighed at the touch and then blinked a few times. 'Client,' I thought. 'Just a client.'
“Is that ok?”
“Very good,” I replied. “Is there anything else you want to do?”
“Yes, can you come with me please?” he asked, climbing down from the bar stool and back to the sofa, gently pulling me onto his lap as he sat. 'Well, bold man hiding under there after all,' I thought with a smile, relieved we were getting somewhere.
He didn't quite know where to put his hands though, I was wearing enough but not what he was used to seeing women wear and there was a lot of bare skin. I helped him along by putting his hand on my thigh. “I've never been this close to a woman before,” he said. “No, I have but not when they have not all their clothes on.”
I wanted to giggle but hid my laughter inside. “So how much time have you spent around women then?”
“Well, there are the noona who do my clothes and makeup, my family. The company has rules around dating so I do not have a girlfriend. But I have seen bodies in porn.”
'Well that took a turn quickly,' I thought, surprised at the matter of fact way he said that last little piece of information.
“Right, so you've seen a woman's body on TV? But not in person?”
“I have not the chance yet. And in my country, it is not something that is talked about much. My hyung showed me porn so I would have a little idea about how things worked. I can draw the body now from seeing it that way but not for real.”
“Well, that's what I'm here for then,” I replied, putting my hand on top of his. He looked down at our hands, then ran his eyes from the heels on my feet up my legs and up my body, skipping quickly over my chest and landing on my lips before meeting my eyes.
“So I can do whatever I want?”
“Yes, whatever you're comfortable with,” I replied, curious to see where this was going. He reached down and started to unbuckle my heels, holding me in place so I wouldn't fall while he leaned down. My stomach fluttered a little at his touch, a heat left behind on my waist once he'd let it go. 'What is going on here?' I asked myself, a little flustered. Carefully taking one off at a time, he tucked them down to the side of the sofa.
“I like your heels but I've always wanted to undress a lady. Shoes are safe to start.”
I breathed out the breath I didn't even know I was holding, tucking my arm around his back to caress the side of his neck. Beneath me, he reacted and started to wriggle a little in embarrassment, cheeks flushing again.
“That's normal you know. If you are attracted to a woman, your body can react, I'm sure you've had that happen before. It can be quite flattering at the right moment because it means attraction is there, or at least it definitely means you think they are good to look at. And, you're not likely to be in this position the first time you meet someone so you have time to build up to this level of intimacy. And by the way, taking charge then with the shoes, very sexy.”
He seemed to understand most of what I said, nodding along, his little problem not going away but a shy smile at my compliment.
“You said you wanted to undress a woman and you've taken off my shoes. What else did you want to take off?” I asked.
His tongue came out to the edge of his lips and then he pursed them. “Ah, this?” he asked, lightly touching my top.
It was a white, loose see through top, my red and black corset underneath the main event. Wouldn't hurt at all for that to be more visible. “Sure,” I replied, grabbing one of the ties that were holding it together and handing it to him to pull. He tugged lightly and watched as it fell from my shoulders, pooling between us around my hips, revealing more bare skin, my chest pushed up towards him.
'Yeah, his body noticed that for sure,' I thought, the hardness growing against my hip a give away.
“I can help you with that,” I said softly, lightly brushing against him through his pants.
His whole body jolted and his eyes grew huge.
“But only if you're comfortable with it?” I continued, trying to balance what they'd paid me for and what he needed and wanted.
He stared at me, not speaking, almost frozen and then ever so slightly he nodded.
“How about we head to the bed then,” I said, standing up off his lap and pulling him with me. He stood, adjusting his pants and following behind, trying not to fall over his feet. So far he'd avoided looking at the bed but it was always clean and set up ready for whatever would happen and most clients gravitated there pretty quickly. He definitely wasn't most clients though and that was apparent as he perched on the edge of the bed, slowly taking off his boots, tucking his toe socks inside them.
I reclined, watching him and he sat on the edge of the bed once he'd finished, hands on his knees, avoiding looking at me.
“Oh, you were doing so well. Why stop now?” I asked, touching his back gently, running my hand from the base of his neck, down to his belt. He shivered slightly and his voice came softly in reply.
“I've never done anything like this before.”
“Think of me as your teacher, I'm here to guide you through it all. And trust me, it won't be a bad experience, in fact, I hope it's incredibly memorable for you.”
“None of my teachers looked like you,” he replied with a grin and the flash of his teeth made my heart move a little inside my chest.
“Hopefully that's not a bad thing,” I answered, taking his hand from his knee and gently tugging him towards me.
For someone who was a little awkward, he moved with a fluidity that didn't match his manner, easily sliding his way up the bed until he was resting on the pillows eyes fixed on my face. I trailed my hand down his chest, reaching the top of his pants where they stopped. Watching his eyes, I saw them blink slowly a few times, lids becoming hooded as his breathing increased. Slowly I untucked his shirt from his pants, running my fingertips across the skin that became visible. His abs were well formed and I admired them, secretly thinking this was one of the best client experiences I'd ever had.
Very slowly, I leaned in to kiss his stomach, sliding the top up slightly. He squirmed under my lips, fingers flexing then grabbing onto the bed cover. Taking my hand, I brushed against him again, feeling him twitch under my fingertips and the smallest noise escaped his lips. One by one, I began to undo the buttons on his jeans,
“Wait please,” he asked and propping himself up on his elbows, he reached towards my head and I flinched a little having had one client react violently out of the blue in the past, slapping my face unexpectedly. His hand hovered in the air as he saw my involuntary movement. “Is it OK to take your hair out?” he asked, indicating the clip that held most of my hair up and off my face.
Letting out a breath, I nodded and he released the clip, my hair falling around my face. He gulped. “That makes you look even more beautiful,” he said and for the first time since I had started this job, I didn't feel like I wanted to internally roll my eyes at the compliment. Falling from his lips, it felt strangely real and I blushed. And in that moment I didn't want to put on a show because he didn't feel like a client and that wasn't OK as that's exactly what he was and I was here to do a job.
“Ok, I'm ready,” he said, lying back and I wanted to laugh, the mood I'd attempted to create taking a step back at this cuteness and disruption to the moment. Although, it was clear things were still on the rise for him, obviously his body didn't feel the disruption the way I had.
I trailed my hand from his knee, up his thigh and over his jeans to continue where I'd left off, the buttons on his jeans. I wasn't sure exactly where this was going to end up, I was playing it by ear based on what he could handle. I scooted back on the bed, taking the bottom of his jeans now that they were undone and pulling them down so they slipped past his hips as he raised his butt off the bed to help me. His cheeks were flushed and his underwear was strained where his excitement was growing but he still had an innocence in his expression as he looked at me, eyes wide, waiting to see what would happen next.
Deciding that step one needed to happen before we got remotely close to step three, I lowered myself towards him again as his hand tentatively grazed across my shoulder then twitched as my breath came hot against his crotch. He let out a small, gutteral murmur and I knew I was on the right track without overwhelming him. Carefully running my fingers just inside the waistband of his underwear, I could feel the warmth and as I slowly began to peel them down, kissing the newly exposed skin, I looked up from under my eyelashes to see his eyes drift closed as his mouth slid open and his chest quickly rise and fall.
As he broke free from his underwear, my eyebrow lifted. Every part of this man was exquisite and I was not disappointed. His cheeks were flushed and I slowly took hold of him, stroking him to fullness as he gasped then pursed his lips, trying to contain the noises inside his mouth. His girth was impressive, more than I could've expected in a man so slight.
And then I broke one of my rules, sliding up towards his face, still gently stroking him with one hand. He felt my presence and opened his eyes, glazed and unfocused but beautiful. I never initiated a kiss, to me it was more intimate than sex. But this man who seemed so young, was begging to be kissed as part of this whole experience. Or maybe it was just me wanting to because all of a sudden I found him incredibly sexy, waiting to be taught by me, receptive to everything I said and did.
Stilling my hand for a moment, I placed the other against his face, feeling its softness and leaned in, lowering my lips to his and sliding them across. His arm came up and anchored me in place as the kisses deepened and I began to stroke him again, his mouth pausing against mine, breathing into each other. He was swollen and ready, his breath coming out in short pants and I slid back down his chest, down past the V of his abs as they pointed me the way. When I reached his hips, I kissed my way up his length and he bucked against the sensation, letting out a gasp then a tiny, embarrassed laugh. I stopped a moment and spoke against him. “Don't swallow the noises, they're sexy and they tell me what you need.”
“OK,” he choked out, his voice lower than I'd heard it so far and I reached my mouth around his length, circling it slowly with my tongue, feeling him swell to capacity against my throat. A primal moan came from his lips and it was beautiful to hear, the sound of a man awakening. As I increased the speed, his hands came to my head, fingers twisting in my hair, instinctively holding me in place and I could tell he was already close.
“I'm, I'm...,” he gasped. “Please, I don't, I ah, Ava, please let go, ahhhhhhh,” he groaned and I pulled my mouth back as he came between us, twitching against his stomach as he rode out his climax, my hand guiding it to the end.
He kept his eyes closed as the sensations eased, maybe also a little from embarrassment.
“I didn't know, was I meant to do that?” he asked, panting. “It's always messy when I'm on my own, I didn't want that for you.”
“You did everything just right,” I replied, reaching for the wipes I kept next to the bed and wiping him clean. He flinched at the coolness as they touched his stomach but nodded. “Some men like to come inside your mouth and some don't, that's usually up to the couple.”
“I've never had anyone do that for me before so I don't know the right thing.”
“Often with things that are intimate, there's no right thing for everyone, it's what's right for you and your partner.”
“I did not know what would happen tonight. That is more than I imagined. Thank you for a new experience.”
My paid persona wanted to purr at him, that the pleasure was allllllll mine. The me that had just given him his first blowjob and was enamoured of his cuteness, could taste him on my tongue and didn't want to immediately rush and brush my teeth. “If you liked that, the next step will blow your mind.”
He breathed deeply, his cheeks still flushed and a slight sheen of sweat. “I don't think I can do anymore tonight. My mind is all over the place. But, if you're free tomorrow, can you teach me again?”
“I am and I can,” I answered, glad that I usually only took one booking a weekend. I didn't need to say yes as I was already paid well enough this weekend but I wanted to. And that felt strange as I never really wanted to do any of this.
“Can you please wear something comfortable? I will feel more comfortable if you do. You can bring the other clothes with you, just in case but I will be dressing like this again.”
“If that's what you'd like, I am happy to do that. Same time tomorrow?”
“Yes please.”
He was honestly the cutest and most polite client I'd ever had and I was actually looking forward to teaching him something new tomorrow. As he left, gathering his things together, he bowed to me and I thought that, despite my rules around clients, this one would be easy to fall for.