Chapter 2
He walked in the door, promptly at 8pm, carrying snacks. I'd dressed like he'd asked, more like a person than an escort. Not quite as casual as he was dressed in his black trackpants and oversized sweatshirt, the jeans and tight top I wore were a compromise between more casual and still what I was paid to do, the top cropped slightly to show a little of my stomach .
I'd gone home and googled his name, seeing straight away who he was and I was honestly a little intimidated. I should be used to this by now, the clients I had were often rich or famous so this escort company was known for being discreet but he was incredibly well known back home and having spent a few hours before I slept looking at images and videos, I was now more acquainted with his personality. It seems what you see in interviews is who he is in person, a little shy, definitely cute but willing to be led as the youngest of his group. I'd also seen how incredibly talented he was which was very attractive and as he walked through the door, still looking a little shy, his face lit up in a smile like he was greeting an old friend.
Walking over, I took his hand, kissing the side of his cheek because it felt like the right thing to do. Pulling away, the smile on his face was huge and I was glad I initiated contact right away, dropping any weirdness that might have crept in over the day from overthinking. Tugging his hand, I walked us over to the bed instead of the couch, settling on top in a casual way so he'd feel more comfortable, patting it to show him where to sit. Jungkook kicked off his shoes and sat down, putting the snacks between us. He looked energised, far more animated than yesterday and definitely more relaxed.
"Welcome back," I greeted him and he bowed his head a little.
"I'm glad to be back, I couldn't wait actually." He seemed a little bashful at saying that so I went to reassure him.
"I am very much looking forward to tonight too." I didn't want to admit to how much I had thought about tonight during the day. And I definitely didn't want to think about how this was my job, how I was being paid for spending time with him. Instead, I focused on having the whole evening together. My body tingled at the thought of teaching him more.
"Do you want a drink? Alcohol? Or I got some banana milk in for you?"
"No alcohol, I want to remember everything. The milk would be great," he answered, without any hint of embarrassment at being a grown man, drinking milk with a stripper. I wasn't sure if cute was the word for him, gorgeous definitely was.
"Of course, " I answered, climbing off the bed to the small fridge under the bar, bringing back a milk for him and a water for me. I had a feeling I'd need to stay hydrated tonight.
He watched me as I walked, his eyes seemed to cut a path in my body as I walked away from him and there was appreciation in them as I walked back, gazing up and down from my bare feet to my face.
"I like what you're wearing, it makes me feel more comfortable," he said as I handed over his milk.
"I think you'd look good in anything so I can definitely say you are looking very attractive tonight."
"Thank you Ava," he replied, taking a sip and I hoped he was distracted by his drink as I cringed when he said my name, wishing it didn't sound so false in my ears.
"The guys asked for information when I got home last night but I didn't talk about it."
"Not at all?"
"Well, they could see I was smiling so I said I was very happy and coming again to see you tonight. They laughed and made jokes about me getting lots of practice so I could be the best at this too."
I don't know exactly what he meant but assumed he was someone who aimed for the top, especially given his job. "Do you always win?"
He looked embarrassed at my question and having to answer it honestly but tried to explain. "They call me the golden one as I can usually do well at whatever I try, especially sports."
"This is definitely something that works your muscles," I replied with a grin, amused at how humbly he was trying to word his answer. I think what he actually should've said was he is the golden one because he did always try to be the best and win. "We'll have to work on some special skills so you are a winner then."
"I feel like I already won to have you as my teacher," he said cutely, opening a packed of crackers and holding them out to me. I took one, staring at him as I did, trying to work out if this was all an act or if he was genuinely this nice. Being an idol meant he was trained in singing, dancing and acting. Could he be that good an actor? Looking at him as he smiled a little shyly under my intense stare, I didn't think so. It looked like what you saw is what you got and that was a very sweet guy in a gorgeous package.
"Thank you," I answered, indicating the cracker as I went to pop it into my mouth.
"All good, have anything, they're all yummy."
"So, what did you do today," he asked, rolling onto his side and crossing his legs at the ankles while he opened a different snack. I didn't have the heart to tell him clients didn't make small talk very often and they usually knew not to ask about my personal life. It hadn't come off as creepy or invasive so I decided to answer honestly.
"Well, I slept in as I was a little tired."
"Me too," he answered sheepishly.
"I tired you out enough then," I asked with a smirk, watching as his cheeks tinted.
"Oh well, I was tired from that but I couldn't stop thinking so lay awake for a few hours after I got back to the hotel."
"Thinking about anything in particular?"
"You know I was thinking about last night and then I was thinking about tonight too," he said matter of factly.
"I guessed but I wanted to hear you say it. Good thoughts?"
"Of course, I could not stop smiling."
"OK then, job well done," I answered, then regretted my use of the word job. He didn't seem to notice though and I knew it was helpful that he was having to translate what I was saying in his head so he might miss things from time to time.
"After I slept in, I went to the supermarket and did the laundry. Not very exciting I'm afraid. I did watch some Netflix too though. Am I allowed to ask what you did today?"
"I can tell you what I am allowed to say. We did some filming for something that will come out in about three months and then met with some musicians about a song we are going to record. This week is going to be very busy with making music."
"It all sounds very interesting," I said, reaching for some candy, opening the bag to take some before handing it over to him. He took a few and popped them in his mouth, talking around them as he answered.
"I love my job and my members. We all help each other so much, especially when things are hard for one of us."
"Does that happen often, that it's hard?"
He paused before answering and I wondered if he was thinking of the media release version of what he was allowed to say versus what he actually wanted to say. "It can be hard," he finally answered, wiping a broken piece of candy from the edge of his mouth. "People can be very unkind."
"I'm sorry you have to deal with that, I would hope they would see the talent and give you encouragement instead."
"You probably have had unkind people too so you understand."
I didn't want to think of the bad situations that had come up in my work. Not when this one was so far the opposite, I just wanted to enjoy what was right in front of me so I just nodded and changed the subject and he understood, letting it go.
"I have a question. Normally there isn't a lot of talking when I'm in this room. Are you enjoying this, just talking?"
"Yes I am. You are a person and I wanted to know you more before we do anything else. And I'm still a little nervous so the talking is helping."
I was a little flustered at his answer. Not all my clients treated me as a commodity but no-one took the time to 'know' me. They wanted to jump straight into bed or wherever else suited what they had in mind. I was in very real danger of succumbing to his charms.
"So, did you just want to talk tonight then," I asked, popping another candy in my mouth, the crunch on my teeth echoing through the room. He blushed as I knew he would and shook his head, going back to the shy Jungkook of yesterday.
"OK, how about I ask a few questions. You enjoyed last night?"
His head moved up and down in a very obvious yes and I smiled at his enthusiasm. "What did you enjoy about it?"
"Oh, well, ah. Hmmm...," he was flustered now at my words, trying to work out what to say but I needed him to do this without any more prompting. He cleared his throat, avoided my eyes but finally spoke. "It felt amazing. I mean, I knew it would but it was so much more than if I, well, you know..."
"You mean if you helped yourself out?"
He gave me a quick look to see if I was judging him which I was definitely not. When he saw my gaze was direct and judgement free, he slowly nodded. "Yes it felt the same but much better."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Were you wanting to try something new?"
He swallowed, making eye contact this time when he answered. "Yes please."
I couldn't get over his cuteness. He sounded so innocent, so polite yet I'd watched clips last night when I got home and he already knew what to do with his body. Sitting up, I moved the food out the way, grabbing my knees to tuck myself up and look at him. He sat up too, following my lead, dusting off his hands and leaving them resting on his thighs where he knelt watching me.
"We will then, I want to make you understand how to make a woman feel good as well as yourself. If you do, it will be extra amazing for you both."
He smiled at my words, clearly taking it all in. "That sounds good."
"Hopefully it will be better than just good," I laughed and he smiled along, still clearly a little shy at what would be happening soon. "I do have another question though. You can clearly dance, I saw you on the internet last night."
His eyes grew big and he ran his hand through his hair before landing to nervously twist the small earring he had in his lobe. "Oh well, ah, thank you. But does that change anything?"
"What do you mean," I asked, seeing his anxiety raise a little on his face.
"Well, since you know who I am, you might not want to carry on."
"I signed a NDA, I won't be saying anything to anybody."
"Oh, I don't mean that. I mean, getting tangled up with us, I mean me, it can be complicated." He sounded a little conflicted, a sigh following his words and I reached over to rest my hand on top of his on his leg.
"It doesn't have to be complicated. I'm your teacher for while you are here and then you will leave. I was just asking because you dance well. You move well. I can already tell you will move very well in bed."
The corner of his lip twitched a tiny smile. "Our dance teacher has said that we sometimes make noises when we are learning a dance that are not OK for concerts. I've watched porn, I know what he means."
"I find it funny that you know certain words in English and not others," I said with a grin. "But I believe your dance teacher, the noises you were trying to hide last night were perfect." I winked at him, flexing my fingers across his hand, lightly stroking the back of it and he fixed his eyes on my movements, watching my fingers trace a pattern. "He has taught you well. The hip rolls especially."
He cleared his throat again, going to speak and stopping.
"Go ahead," I said, encouraging him out of his shyness.
"Well, I was just going to say I've always wanted to try that with someone."
"Hip rolls? They definitely can help hit the spot when it's with another person."
"Yes and hips forward, I don't know what you call that."
"I'm guessing you mean hip thrusts and I can definitely say they can be a big part of the experience. Do you have anything else you've always wanted to try? It doesn't have to be tonight but we can add it to the list, in case you want to come back again."
"I do, for sure," he said quickly.
"You might not want to after tonight though," I said with a grin in return.
"Oh, I doubt that. I know there's a reason everyone talks about it so much. I just want to finally tick it off the list and keep learning so I can be good at it."
"It? You mean sex?" By now my hand had moved up his thigh a little, resting where it wasn't causing any real damage to his body but I could see he was starting to wriggle and was probably glad his trackpants were loose.
"Yes, s..s..sex," he managed to finally get out.
"You will be amazing," I said softly and he looked from my hand to my mouth to my eyes and back down to my lips before quickly looking away.
"Jungkook," I said, wanting him to look up at me and he did, breathing a little quicker than before. "Do you want to kiss me?"
"Yes. Was it that easy to see?"
"Your eyes hold a lot of expressions," I answered because truthfully, I could read most guys by now and kissing on the mouth was usually off the table with clients. But it wasn't with Jungkook and I wondered if he had any idea I was making an exception for him. One that I had very much enjoyed yesterday so it was actually, selfishly, something I wanted too. I scooted my body forward until our knees were almost touching. "Jungkook?"
"Yes," he said quietly in reply.
"You can kiss me." This had to be at his pace again, yesterday had worked out well letting him lead how he wanted it to go. Today needed to be the same. "Whenever you want, when we're in this room."
"Whenever I want." He repeated, eyes not leaving my face. "OK." He didn't move towards me although his hand came out from under mine on his leg, placing it on top and slotting our fingers together. It was sweet and I felt a fluttering in my stomach that I hadn't felt in a long time, definitely not with another client.
"Does that mean you can kiss me when you want as well?" He probably didn't realise it but he licked his lip when he asked that and I was distracted by his tongue. Shaking myself from it, I focused on his question. I had not been doing much teaching tonight so far so needed to get back to the job at hand.
"If you'd like that to be on the table, then yes, I'll kiss you if I want to."
"On the table? Not on the bed?"
I roared with laughter and his eyes grew big at my sudden noise.
"Sorry, sorry, you're just, so, well. So perfect," I finished, not wanting to say cute and adorable. He was learning to be a 'man' so I didn't want to knock his confidence by embarrassing him but I really did think, in that moment, that adorable suited him best. "When I said on the table, I meant laying everything out, including it in the rules of what we're doing. Sorry, it's probably just something we say here. But," and I looked thoughtful as I finished speaking, "if you'd like, it can be on the table, not just the bed. It would be strong enough."
He looked at the low coffee table, assessing, before concluding, "it looks a little uncomfortable."
"Yes," I said attempting to stay serious, " the bed will be much more comfortable."
Realising we may never get there if I left it up to Jungkook, I decided to take matters into my own hands. "Well, I don't know about you but I want to Jungkook, now," and I leaned forward, closing my eyes when I saw he knew what I was about to do. As our lips brushed lightly against each other, I tasted our sweets from earlier before those thoughts were lost in the slide, the pressure as he grew more comfortable and how his hand came up to cradle my jaw, holding us in place as our mouths explored. I'd never been handled so gently by a client before and the fact this was all so new to him amazed me because he definitely knew what he was doing.
"Jungkook," I said as we broke away, lips wet from our tangles. "You haven't slept with anyone before but you've kissed someone, some people?"
"Of course, in school and a few people I was attracted to. Guys and girls. And it's Kook, please call me Kook. It's what those that know me well call me. You are that for me too now after all this."
There was trust in his statement and I was flattered that he barely knew me but had granted me a small part of himself. "OK Kook, I can tell you have used your mouth before, I enjoyed that. You will be great with your mouth elsewhere too," I said, speaking bluntly and he blushed, the connotation not going over his head.
"I hope that is true, I want to be good at it all Ava. That's not really your name is it? It doesn't feel like it belongs to you." I shook my head. I'm sure most clients must know I'd use a pseudonym to protect myself but he was the first I was tempted to say my real name to.
"It's not. And maybe I'll tell you one day."
"Only if you want to. I understand secrets. We have to keep lots." His face was earnest and his eyes gentle which didn't match up with the mood I was trying to create at all. But it reeked of sweetness and I was very torn, wanting to treat him like a client, wanting to know more about who he really was as a person. Leaning in to take his lips again, I silenced all the confusion by doing what I knew how to do best and he relaxed into the kiss, lips firmer and more confident on mine than before.
When he pulled away, cheeks flushed, he knelt up a little, reached the sweatshirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side of the bed. "I was getting hot," he said when he saw me watching him. I knelt up to match him, slotting between his legs, staring into his eyes.
"Does taking your sweatshirt off help," I asked, rubbing up and down his arms, feeling the muscles in his biceps before taking his hands and placing them behind me on my lower back, creating a circle with our body as my hands linked at the back of his neck.
"Not with being this close to you," he answered, moving his hands slightly in place. I lightly fingered the hair that sat at his nape, wanting him to take charge if he could because that was what we were there for. Selfishly though, it's what I wanted, for him to guide this and us so that it felt less like I was working when we were together. But it wasn't professional to think that way and I wished I could shake those thoughts from constantly creeping back in.
"I can get even closer," I answered, so softly he wouldn't have heard if he wasn't watching my face, breathing the same air as me. I didn't have to make a move forward this time, he moved into my space and took my mouth instead and I smirked a little that he was feeling the moment. One hand drifted up my back while the other slid down to cradle my backside and I wanted to pull away, to say 'go you' for seizing the chance but I didn't want to detach our mouths from where our tongues were fighting for dominance.
Gently pushing forward so we fell against the pillows, I landed on top of him, covering a lot of his body as he continued with the kisses, seeming content to explore for now. But I was getting impatient to know what he wanted next. Again, I was having trouble not making it about me but I really wanted to explore what our bodies could do together as I had a feeling he was going to be very happy. I pulled my lips away, leaning on my elbows to look down at him and he tucked some hair around my ears as I took in his blissed out smile and plumped up lips that glistened with moisture. The gesture was sweet and too intimate, the care a lover would show and I had to school my face not to frown at the contact. It's not that I didn't want it, my body tingling from that one gentle movement told me that I definitely did. It was that I shouldn't want it.
"Tell me what you want tonight," I said quietly, looking down at him.
"I'm ready for whatever you want to teach me," he said softly in return and I knew he was, his hands still moving across my skin while we looked at each other. Realising he'd handed me the power again I sat up onto my knees and climbed onto his hips, straddling him where he lay, pinning him to the bed with my legs. His eyes grew big and he stirred under me, confirming he was definitely into the moment, not that I hadn't already picked up on all the other cues.
Taking his hands, I settled them on my hips and he slowly moved them up and down as I circled my hips on top of his lap, the hardness in his trackpants pushing against my jeans. The friction would be great for him and as his hands came down to my hips again, I reached down to slip his hands under my top, encouraging him to slide them under and over my body. When he moved them up and realised I was braless, his fingers moved reflexively to flinch away from the surprise. I just smiled at him, blinking my eyes slowly open and closed and he became brave, running his hands over my breasts, tracing the mounds, testing my reaction to his fingertips circling my nipples. And I gave him one, one that I couldn't stop, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as the lightest of touches sent a flame through my body.
The combination of his erection pressing against my centre, the heat in my chest at his gentle exploration and the escalating breathing as my hips circled meant I felt my mind beginning to cloud and my body began to spiral. To distract myself from the feelings unlocking within me I leaned forward even as his hands continued to move and attached my lips onto his neck, tasting him, leaving wet marks across his skin but not sucking hard enough to mark him. I knew with his job, the signs of being together couldn't be visible. His arm came to circle my waist and hold onto me as he quickly sat up. Jungkook's t-shirt joined his sweatshirt thrown to the side of the bed, his skin and the ridges of his torso on display as I moved my hands across his stomach.
"Can I take this off," he asked, hands sitting at the hem of my shirt. "I want to see what I can feel with my hands."
"Of course," I said, giving him a nod and he lifted it carefully up, taking a big breath when we were both topless, eyes raking across my surfaces. And I watched him looking at me, feeling strange that the lecherous sensations I normally felt at a client gaping at me where non existent with Jungkook. When his eyes had taken their fill and met mine again, the corner of my mouth lifted in a small smile. "Everything OK?"
"More than OK," he answered and hugged me in tightly to himself, chests pressed skin to skin. I could reach his jaw with my lips in this position and used my mouth along it, moving from side to side as he relaxed his hold a little before easing himself slowly backwards to lay down again, taking me with him.
Searching his body with my eyes, I found a spot on his chest that I thought would always be covered by clothing and began to use my tongue and lips to taste him again and he let out a moan as he closed his eyes, his firmness under me undeniable. Releasing my lips, I blew across the mark, kissing it lightly as I slid back onto his thighs, hooking my hands into his sweatpants and peeling those and his underwear down. He lifted his hips to help as I pulled them far enough down for his erection to fall free against his stomach, the audible slap impressive as it hit skin and rested there, hard and red tipped as he watched me looking at it.
"Very nice," I said, lightly stroking it's fullness as it twitched in my hand before pulling further back on his legs, guiding his clothing the rest of the way off until he was naked on the bed, eyes heavy, mouth open as I stood up on the bed, looking down at him.
"Do you want to take these off tonight or shall I," I asked, hands resting on the buttons at the top of my jeans.
"You, ah," he cleared his throat, "you can do it," and I nodded as I buttoned them down, sliding my own jeans and panties off my legs before sinking onto the bed next to him. He didn't hesitate as he reached for me, pressing our bodies firmly against each other and his mouth met mine again, more intense this time, more pressure, more teeth, more desperation as he tried to sink into me and I let him take what he needed, matching his intensity.
I moved up a little and his shaft rested between the folds of my lower lips, eliciting a groan from both of us at the contact. Our bodies naturally moved against each other, creating friction and heavier breathing, Jungkook resting his forehead against mine as he ground against my core.
"I didn't know it would be so warm," he said, words stilted and harsh against his jaggered breathing and I was lost for a moment in the sensations, surprised at how wet I actually was, not needing any lube to get ready. Reaching between us, I took his length in my hand, creating a tunnel with my fingers and swirling up to the tip, feeling every ridge and vein as it slid up and down between my grasp. "That feels amazing," Kook gasped, pressing up into my touch and I attached my mouth to his ear briefly, breathing against it, getting myself more under control before my words could leave my mouth.
"I hope you're ready to hit a home run Kookie," I managed to get out and he groaned out another soft noise, lost in the feelings hitting his groin, hardening even more in my hand. I could tell he was close but I didn't want it to end that way. Today he was going to learn what his body could start to be capable of doing and I was going to teach him that, beginning now.
Letting go of him, I reached under the pillow pulling out one of the condoms I'd placed under there before he arrived. The foil crackled under my tearing, giving way as the latex slid out and I held it up. "Shall I?"
"Yes please," he said, chest heaving up and down at his anticipation. Grabbing the tip, I rolled it down his shaft and he groaned again as it sheathed his length. Tugging him a few times, the juices from my hand coated him as he stood firm. "I'm so hard, I can't think," he gritted out as my hand continued to stroke him.
"Lets really stop your brain working then," I smirked and I raised myself above him as he rolled onto his back, holding him with my hand as I slowly sunk down onto him, stilling as our pelvis' joined, surprised I could take in all his length.
Jungkook's breath left him and his eyes had rolled back as I stopped, closed now and his jaw clenched tightly. "I'm not going to move yet, you need a minute to get used to the sensation," I told him, watching his face, feeling him throbbing inside me, knowing he was already on the brink. "It's also really normal for the first time to be over quickly so don't worry if that happens."
"OK," he gasped out through his teeth.
"Are you really OK," I asked, hands resting on his pecs, fighting to keep my body from moving against his although it desperately wanted to. I always enjoyed riding people I was attracted to and my body knew Jungkook was definitely in that category.
"I feel amazing," he said, eyes popping open to lock with mine, hands on my waist. "But I am having a hard time keeping still. My body seems to know what it wants and it wants it now."
"Lets go with that then," I said, raising slightly before sliding back down on him again and the friction forced a noise from his mouth that sounded like a whimper, his hands gripping onto my waist tighter as I moved and he thrust up to meet my movements, the look on his face captivating in it's openness. He bit down on his lip as I circled my hips and he pushed up quickly a few more times, getting faster, his strength noticeable as he held onto me before he released with a long, low groan. The noise went straight to my pelvis and I wanted to ride myself to my own high but this was about him and he was already softening inside me.
I leaned down to briefly smooth his hair before pulling up from him, holding the condom in place before peeling it off, tying the end and moving off the bed to throw it in the bin. As I walked back, cloths in hand, he was covering his face with his arm and I lay down next to him.
"Are you OK Kook," I asked, wondering if he was upset that it was over so fast. He moved his arm right away, eyes big, sheen of sweat on his face, huge grin.
"That was freaking fantastic," he said forcefully, pulling me towards himself, tasting my lips again.
"Oh, good, it was good for you then," I said, handing him a cloth to wipe himself over as I did the same, showing him where to throw the cloth after he was done.
"Good is not the word for it. Can we do that again," he asked and I laughed at the ecstatic look on his face, even as he licked his lips and attempted to slow his breathing.
"You'll need a few minutes to recharge," I grinned, very happy he had enjoyed it and that he didn't seem bothered that it had been over so quickly. "But next time it will be longer."
"Why have I not done that earlier," he asked, burying his face in my chest with a grin before pulling away to look at me.
I smiled at him. "I don't know the answer to that. You're a babe and you're 21, why have you not done this earlier?"
"Time, my work, my culture," he answered as he rolled back onto his back, my body partly draped over him as I propped myself up to watch him while we talked. "I haven't stopped, we haven't stopped in five years. And, it's still frowned on before you're 20, at least it's definitely hidden before you're that old and parents wouldn't like it."
"What your family thinks is important to you," I asked, thinking about mine, wondering if they ever thought of me.
"I have two families now and they're both important to me. One of them paid for this so they're definitely OK with it," he chuckled a little and then his face went bright red and he stuttered out an apology.
"What are you sorry for," I asked, confused at how quickly the embarrassment had come on.
"Well, I, ah, I wasn't sure it was OK to say about the money." His cheeks were fiery and he couldn't look me in the eye as I spoke.
"It is what it is Kook, don't worry about that."
"I don't like to think of it that way." Neither did I, he wasn't just a normal client to me but I couldn't tell him that or at least not to what extent.
"Don't think about it then. I am enjoying it and I'm not just saying that." Because I wasn't. He was sexy and fun to be around, but he was also sweet and the concoction of all the different parts that he'd shown me made for a very enjoyable time. "When we're together, I'm not thinking about money. I'm thinking about how to teach you more, how to make you feel good."
"You are a very, very good teacher. I mean, the best teacher I've ever had."
I laughed, his post sex glow a real thing. "Don't tell your dance teacher that."
"I definitely don't want to kiss him right now."
"You want to kiss me though," I asked, feeling embarrassed that I really wanted to know the answer.
"Kiss you, touch you, learn more from you. It's still early right?"
He was right, we did still have quite a few hours of the night that I could give to him,
"Remember what I said earlier? That anytime you want to, while in this room, you can?"
Leaning up, he took my lips again in his, already an expert at the way they moved over the surface, making my eyes close. I was still full charged and although it wasn't about me, I was really, really hoping I'd be able to climax tonight at his touch, the kissing just heightening how I was feeling. I hadn't had a really good orgasm in a long time and I had no doubt, Jungkook could be the reason for one so I was definitely glad the night was still young as our lips locked and continued to explore.