Never Going Again
"That clause won't work. I have two reasons."
Monday morning, the large conference room on the twenty-second floor of Tae Yul fell quiet. The three attorneys seated across the table turned their documents in unison. With her red pen, Ha-yoon drew two lines beneath the representations and warranties clause.
"First, the indemnity period is shorter than the tax audit window. Second, the liability cap wouldn't cover a single contingent liability."
The opposing side's lead set his pen down. Beneath the table, Ha-yoon pressed her stockinged knees together. The rug burns had faded completely in a single day, and she felt a small pang of disappointment at how smooth her knees had become.
When the meeting ended and she stepped into the corridor, Yoon Tae-seok, the firm's managing partner, gave her shoulder a light tap.
"Partner review is next spring. It's your turn, Attorney Seo."
Ha-yoon bowed her head. The lanyard of her ID badge swayed above the collar of her blouse. A single word of praise left her throat feeling hollow, and while Yoon Tae-seok walked away, she wound the lanyard once around her finger and let it unwind.
She had lunch with Eun-bi, a classmate from law school. Eun-bi from the Labor Team looked up from poking at her salad.
"What did you do this weekend?"
"A drive out to Pyeongchang-dong."
"You two still go on dates every single weekend, huh."
Ha-yoon smiled and picked up her fork. The chill of the kennel lobby tiles against her palm came back to life in the fork's handle. Her lips tightened on their own inside her stockings, and she pressed her thighs together in her chair.
The next night, Ha-yoon lay face down across the bed with only the nightstand lamp left on. Her head on the pillow, her feet toward the bedpost, her hands resting loose beside the pillow.
With her own hand she hiked the hem of her cotton pajamas up to her waist, then dragged her panties down below her thighs. The bathroom door opened, and footsteps stopped at the bedroom doorway.
"Harder this time."
Ha-yoon said it with her cheek pressed to the pillow. After a long moment the mattress tilted to the right. Jae-hyuk sat down beside her right hip.
His large palm rubbed each cheek in turn. The order never changed — warm the flesh first, then strike. When the callus of a pencil-worn finger brushed the edge of her crease, Ha-yoon parted her thighs a little.
"How many?"
"Don't ask."
The first blow landed on the right — a force that on any other night didn't arrive until the third. Heat bloomed through the flesh of her ass, her inner thighs trembled, and the seam between her lips turned slick within seconds.
The second fell on the left, a little harder than the first. The jolt of quivering flesh rolled all the way down to her lips, and Ha-yoon clutched the sheets. That's it. This time it'll happen, she thought.
The third was as hard as the first two put together. Her cheeks rippled, and the heat pushed deep into her cunt. The arousal seeping from between her lips soaked into the sheets.
And then the hand stopped. His palm hovered a handspan above her ass.
"Does it hurt?"
Instead of answering, Ha-yoon drew her knees up under her belly and lifted her ass. Her cheek stayed on the pillow. Cool air from the room burrowed between her raised cheeks, and through her skin she knew her cunt was spread open in front of Jae-hyuk.
He breathed twice, then three times. The hovering palm didn't come down. The two struck spots throbbed, and following that throb, Ha-yoon deliberately clenched her entrance and let it loosen.
The fourth never came. Jae-hyuk lowered his hovering palm and slowly stroked the burning spots. Then he slid his thumb down beneath her crease and rubbed her soaked entrance.
Ha-yoon pushed her ass back and swallowed that thumb into her cunt. It slid in about one joint deep, then slipped back out. She heard Jae-hyuk dragging down his pajama pants.
"Put it in."
The mattress sank near her feet — Jae-hyuk kneeling behind her. The head of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance, once, twice. A pressure that seemed to ask whether it could come in.
Ha-yoon lowered her hips and pressed her ass back against him. The head pried its way through her entrance, and the rest of his cock followed in a single stroke.
She buried her mouth in the pillow. Jae-hyuk gripped her hips and began to pound. Faster than usual.
The rhythm of flesh slapping flesh quickened. Her raised cheeks were driven forward with every thrust, her pillow-flattened cheek sliding toward the covers. His cock dragging along the walls of her cunt was scorching.
Ha-yoon reached back with one hand and seized Jae-hyuk's thigh, digging her nails in as she pulled him toward her. His cock slammed in harder, and when the head struck the deepest end of her, a sound leaked out, muffled by the pillow.
"Like this?"
"Keep it just like that."
Jae-hyuk held her hips with both hands and set the rhythm. When he bottomed out, the struck spots pressed against his stomach and flared all over again. Ha-yoon pushed her ass back into him, refusing to give the heat a chance to cool. His cock filled her cunt to bursting, hammering in short, quick strokes.
Jae-hyuk's right hand left her hip. He swept the hair scattered across her back together and wound a fistful of it at her nape.
In the living room the night they came home from the kennel, he had pulled her hair with this hand. The moment her scalp stung, her cunt had clenched all on its own.
Ha-yoon let her neck go slack. She lifted her cheek slightly off the pillow and gave the whole weight of her head over to that fist. One pull and her head would tip back. With the weight surrendered, the girth of the cock moving in and out of her grew vividly distinct.
The fist simply bore the weight of her head. Only the cock moved.
Jae-hyuk's fist loosened. Without releasing her hair or gripping it tighter, his hand slid sideways along her nape, and his fingertips stopped just below her ear, where the pulse beat.
Beneath those fingers Ha-yoon felt her own pulse. It was fast. She didn't know what would happen if that hand pressed down. Not knowing, she tilted her neck toward that palm.
Jae-hyuk's hand dropped away from her neck. His hips stopped too. His cock stayed buried deep inside her.
"I'm sorry."
His voice was low and quick. Behind her there was only the sound of him steadying his breath.
Ha-yoon opened her mouth. She had been about to say pull harder, like that night in the living room. She swallowed the words and crawled forward on her knees, letting him slip out of her. Arousal dripped down her inner thighs from where his cock left her.
"I want to turn over."
Ha-yoon rolled onto her back, pushed her panties — caught at her thighs — down to her ankles and kicked them off, then bent her knees and spread them. When Jae-hyuk hesitated between her legs, she reached up and took off his glasses, set them on the nightstand, and wrapped both arms around his neck.
"Come here."
Jae-hyuk lowered his body over her. Ha-yoon reached down, took his cock in her hand, and fitted it against her entrance. He entered slowly, her cunt opening more languidly than before to take him.
She wrapped both legs around his waist and hooked her heels over his ass, pulling him toward her. When his cock seated itself to the hilt, Jae-hyuk buried his face beside her neck — the very spot where his fingers had stopped.
Ha-yoon lifted her hips a little and pressed her pubic bone to his. Jae-hyuk matched that angle, slowing his rhythm, and the slowed cock dragged long and slow along the walls of her cunt.
He kept that slow pace. Each time he withdrew, her lips were dragged out along his shaft, then swallowed back in as he returned. His pubic bone pressed against her clit, then glanced past it. Not quite enough to push her over.
Ha-yoon drew his hand up and laid it on her breast. Instead of squeezing, Jae-hyuk cupped it with his palm, and her nipple hardened in the very center of that palm. His lips trembled beside her neck.
While his cock moved in and out of her cunt, Ha-yoon — instead of straining toward her own release — laid her palm on his back and stroked up and down between his shoulder blades. His sweat-damp skin was slick under her hand.
His hips quickened. Ha-yoon kept her legs locked around him and stroked the back of his head. When he pressed his forehead into her shoulder and stopped breathing, hot cum spread deep inside her cunt.
Jae-hyuk stayed draped over her for a long while, his cock slowly softening inside her. All the while, Ha-yoon never stopped stroking his back.
The hand that always stopped at the third blow. It had stopped beside her neck, too. In five years, that hand had never once delivered a proper fourth.
Ha-yoon was grateful for that hand. Grateful enough to keep stroking longer, and even as her palm glided down his back, an unfinished heat coiled unresolved inside her cunt.
Jae-hyuk lifted his face. Without his glasses, his eyes blurred at close range to hers.
"You don't ever have to go to places like that again. I'll learn more."
"Yeah. Never going again."
Ha-yoon kissed his cheek. When Jae-hyuk rolled onto his side, cum leaked out of her cunt and soaked the hiked-up hem of her pajamas. Without even reaching for tissues, he was asleep in no time. Ha-yoon lay with the wet hem beneath her and kept her eyes open for a long time.
The following night, Jae-hyuk went down to the first-floor study after dinner. He said he had drawings to get through before the weekend. When Ha-yoon heard the study door close, she locked the second-floor bathroom door behind her.
Naked, she perched on the edge of the bathtub, both feet planted on the empty tub floor. The porcelain edge pressed cold right behind her lips, and the flesh of her ass puckered.
She hadn't turned on the water yet. Ha-yoon looked down at the smooth white tub floor and the drain at one end. She knew exactly what sound it would make if something fell on that floor.
First came the memory of a stream of piss striking the bottom of that bowl. Then the faint, warm smell followed it. Bitter saliva pooled in her throat — and her hand was already sliding down between her thighs.
Ha-yoon raised her left foot and set it on the tub edge beside her own hip. Her knee rose nearly to her chest, her thighs falling wide open. When she parted her lips with her middle finger, arousal coated it down to the knuckle.
She spread herself with her index and ring fingers and pressed the tip of her middle finger to the clit thus exposed. One circle, then another. Mio's raised leg hung there before her eyes. Her own toes, perched on the edge, curled.
She lifted her left hand from the edge and pinched her right nipple. The moment she twisted it between thumb and forefinger, a sharp jolt ran straight from nipple to clit. Her body tipped sideways, and Ha-yoon braced her left hand on the edge again.
She lifted her fingers from her clit and raised her right hand, palm flat, above her spread lips. Last night, Jae-hyuk's hand had stopped in midair after the third blow. Hers didn't stop. It came down on her lips.
Smack!
Her whole mound stung beneath her palm. Ha-yoon held her breath and listened for any sound from downstairs. Silence.
Second. Third. After the third, her hand stopped in midair all on its own. Her swelling lips throbbed, and her palm was soaked with arousal. Ha-yoon raised that hand a little higher.
The fourth came down covering her clit as well.
Smack!
Her ass jolted on the tub edge and nearly slipped off. Her struck clit throbbed, and arousal dripped from her spread entrance down the porcelain. Biting her lip, Ha-yoon struck a fifth. Five, she counted — only inside her head.
She took the showerhead down from its bracket. When she turned the valve, cold water drummed against the empty tub floor. Until the water ran warm, Ha-yoon listened only to her own breathing, trying not to hear that sound.
She aimed the lukewarm stream at her inner thigh first, then moved it slowly up to her lips, and at last to her clit. Dozens of thin jets struck a single point all at once. What had tickled at first turned sharp as the stream lingered, drilling into the tip of her clit.
Her hips jerked. Ha-yoon tightened her grip on the edge and held herself in place. She kept the stream right where it was.
Still holding the showerhead, she brought her other hand down, pressed two fingers together, and pushed them up into her soaked cunt. Inside was hot and slick.
She buried her fingers to the root and curled the tips toward her belly. Each scrape against the ridged spot inside put tension in her toes.
Ha-yoon drew her fingers out and pushed them back in. Slick with arousal and water, they slid in and out with a wet squelch, and when the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles, she pressed the showerhead closer still.
The stream and her fingers converged. A moan climbed her throat.
One flight of stairs down to the study. The water didn't seem likely to cover it.
Her spine went cold while her cunt only grew hotter. Ha-yoon lowered her left foot to the tub floor and wedged the showerhead between her knees, pinning the stream against her clit. With the hand it freed, she covered her own mouth, teeth pressing into the back of it.
She curled the fingers inside her harder. Her foot on the tub floor nearly slipped, and she pressed her toes down hard against it.
With the moans trapped under the back of her hand leaking out through her nose, Ha-yoon came. Her thighs shook on their own, squeezing the showerhead between her knees. Around her fingers, her cunt clenched and released, again and again.
The stream kept striking her clit. Ha-yoon spread her knees and let the showerhead drop. It hit the tub floor and sprayed water in every direction.
She pulled the back of her hand from her mouth and gulped air. A round bite mark was stamped into it. When she drew her fingers out, arousal mixed with the water and ran toward the drain.
I'm not calling.
Thursday night, lamplight leaked through the crack of the study door. Now and then came the scratch of pencil on paper.
Standing at the kitchen counter, Ha-yoon turned on her phone. The invitation text Jae-hyuk had forwarded her was buried near the bottom of her message list, and at the very end of it, a single number was written.
Her thumb paused once over the number. From the study came the sound of the pencil — a scratch, a stop, another scratch. Ha-yoon dialed.
One ring. She wanted to pull the phone away from her ear. At the second ring, her heart climbed into her throat.
"Hello."
A short woman's voice. The same voice that had called the woman circling on all fours before the waiting-room speaker slow. The black work uniform, winding a chain around its left hand beneath the glass, rose before Ha-yoon's eyes.
"I was there last week for the trial viewing. What do I need to do to come again?"
The line went quiet for a moment.
"The dog side?"
Ha-yoon gripped the edge of the counter and glanced back at the study door. It was closed.
"...Yes."
"The interview is Saturday evening at eight. Your Guardian comes too. Both of you bring ID."
"Just two questions first. First, at the interview, what—"
"Come and ask."
The call ended.
Ha-yoon stood there, unable to lower the hand gripping her phone. Two words — the dog side — stayed ringing in her ear.
On the screen, the number she had just dialed floated there, nameless. The dawn she'd come back from the showroom, her thumb had lifted away from the save option. This time she pressed it.
The cursor blinked in the name field. Ha-yoon typed Pyeongchang, deleted it, and typed those words she had just heard instead.
While she pressed save, Ha-yoon had her pubic bone pressed against the edge of the counter. Inside the thin legs of her shorts, her wet lips clung to her underwear.
From the study came the roll of chair wheels. Ha-yoon laid the phone face-down on the counter, pulled herself off the edge, and turned on the tap to soak both hands in cold water.
The study door opened. Jae-hyuk came out with a rolled-up drawing hugged in his arms and spread it across the living room table, the large sheet covering it edge to edge. Kneeling in front of the table, he corrected a single line with his pencil.
Ha-yoon came into the living room, drying her hands. The crotch of her shorts was still damp.
"Where do you keep your ID?"
"In my wallet. Why?"
Jae-hyuk answered with his eyes still on the drawing, the pencil tip gliding along the ruler.
"We're going again on Saturday."
Jae-hyuk looked up from the drawing.