Jessica asked her to wait at the lamppost beside a parking building which was a short distance from SM Town. She wrote at the back of the receipt (that Tiffany burnt) that she would come to pick up the bartender within 10 minutes after she left. If Tiffany was not interested then she simply did not have to show up; no hard feelings.
Well, Tiffany was very interested and had wanted to take full advantage of her appeal. Quite contrary to her complaints to Sunny earlier regarding the lack of modesty in her outfit, she now wanted Jessica to get an eyeful of smooth creamy skin that the low cut skimpy dress displayed.
However, she forgot that the street that she worked in was lined with clubs, bars, and restaurants and that closing hour meant that the sad lot that tended to seek comfort in drink was collectively shooed out of whatever establishment they had decided to drown their sorrows in.
With this critical bit of data momentarily forgotten, Tiffany had to walk a gauntlet of admiring stares and sighs of appreciation at the mildest, and wolf whistles and rude comments at the worst. She crossed her arms, held her coat and purse in front of her like a shield, and walked faster.
Thankfully, the more amorous ones were too inebriated to stagger after her, but now that she was immobile with the lamppost as a spotlight, she was again attracting unwanted attention, and she could see one or two ahjussis slinking her direction.
The nearest one was now close enough for Tiffany to see the soy sauce stain on his wrinkled shirt as he leered at her. Tiffany readied herself to whack him on the head with her purse and to deliver a sharp knee to his groin if needed.
When he was near enough for Tiffany to catch a whiff of the nauseating stench of sweat and alcohol emanating from him, a sudden squeal of tires pierced the muted sounds of the night followed by the angry growl of a powerful engine.
A red streak was racing down the parking ramp with headlights glaring.
In a flash, the expensive machine that had startled the drunken ahjussi into immobility squealed to a halt in front of Tiffany.
Tiffany recognized the car as a Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, which she only knew because she landed a gig at the launching of the car model in Seoul.
As far as Tiffany was concerned it was a dissatisfying performance where the guests couldn't have cared less if she was tinkling Chopsticks on the grand piano.
The main attraction was the cars in all their shiny glory, and the rest that made up the ambience were like discarded parsley on a finished plate.
This was the only event where she had worn the skimpy black dress that she had on now. After the lackluster response from her distracted audience, she had banished the little back number to the back of her closet, as she had considered it a bit of bad luck.
Tiffany faintly remembered one bright spot that evening. An anonymous guest at least appreciated her efforts and sent over a flute of champagne with a note written on monogrammed stationery. Unconsciously, she smiled at the fading memory while she eyed the ivory white 405,044,022.50 won car.
The door swung open and a slim leg stepped out. The Jessica's gorgeous face came into view as she emerged from the purring machine with her hazard lights flashing.
Although the girl wasn't any less alluring as she had looked earlier in SM Town, her face was set in an icy expression of condescension as her pretty eyes honed in on the ahjussi who was reaching out to Tiffany. Glaring at the drunken man whose eyes were bugging out at the sight of the sleek car and its knockout driver, Jessica reached out and wrapped a hand around Tiffany's wrist. Tiffany shivered at the cool touch; goosebumps trailing up her arm.
"The lady's spoken for. Get lost!" barked the light brunette at the dazed ahjussi, the highlights in her hair glimmering under the streetlights. It might have been that overindulgence had lowered his inhibitions to nil, or had killed what remained of his brain cells, or maybe even a combination of both, but the ahjussi made the foolhardy action of actually reaching out for Jessica.
Jessica was startled that the ahjussi ignored her deadly glare and the menace in her voice. "Yah!" she yelled angrily, pulling Tiffany away safely to her back while a dainty foot kicked out reflexively with deadly precision.
The red faced ahjussi crumpled to the ground moaning; both hands cupping his breakfast set. Today's menu: definitely scrambled.
Jessica hurriedly ushered the dark haired brunette into the car before hurrying over to the driver side to hop in herself. Jessica glanced at the grabby ahjussi who was now lying in a fetal position on the cold sidewalk. Weirdly, a loopy grin was on his face instead of an expression of pain. Jessica's nose crinkled in disgust, "Freaking masochist."
She slammed the door shut and gunned the car away from the perverted ahjussi.
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Sunny took a small sip of her peach flavored cocktail, savoring this moment where she had the undivided attention of two hot women who were staring intently at her like hungry wolves to a lamb.
She set down her drink at the bar, her shapely legs crossed as she sat regally on the tall barstool. Eyeing her beautiful subjects, she mused to herself.
(((Oh my, Two fine specimens of the female species. I can't possibly be asked to pick just one, but who first?)))
Sunny sighed, genuinely torn. Biting her lip, she looked at the shapely girl at her right. Her eyes lingered over the perfect hourglass figure.
(((Ooooh Yuri, I love it when you spoon your body behind me as you take me from the back. I'm just dying to run my tongue all over your taut abs again.)))
Sunny's mouth watered thinking about the juicy orgasms she had received from the athletic girl, and how she had reciprocated by languidly delving a soft tongue in and out of the tone girl's belly button while she strummed the girl's clit.
Yuri arched an eyebrow knowingly at Sunny as she seemed to read the small bunny's thoughts.
Feeling her face heat up, Sunny's gaze slid to the statuesque girl at the left.
(((Sooyoung is voracious with a sexual appetite as endless as her shikshin tendencies.)))
Sunny fidgeted as she began to pulse in between her thighs. Eyes travelling over seemingly endless legs, Sunny had no trouble recalling how they felt wrapped around her.
(((I love how easily I can get caught up in the sexual frenzy you create. The dirty things you breath into my ear as you roughly take me against the wall, on the floor, on the table, in the tub, in your car, on your car, in the middle of the packed club when you slipped a hand up my skirt...does that even count? Come to think of it we haven't made it to a bed yet.)))
Sunny found her train of thought being disrupted when the tall girl gave her a slow wink and a naughty grin. The imp actually flicked a tongue to lick her lips in an entirely suggestive way.
Sunny cleared her throat and recrossed her legs shaking herself out of the sexual haze that the two inspired. She finally decided on a solution to her delicious dilemma.
Hopping off the barstool she picked up a ball from the pool table and showed it to the two while pouting her lips cutely.
"How about a little competition? Whoever wins the next game gets first dibs on me. Fair enough?"
TBC
