3. First Day of Probation - 3: A Date with Dana
I climbed into an Audi for the first time in my life. Come to think of it, Jinkyeong's car had been my first ride in a foreign car as well — and unlike hers, Dana's was meticulously organized inside, too. Dana slid into the driver's seat and said,
"Now that your medication has been administered, your probation period officially begins, Juhan. We call it probation, but really it's just time for us to assess your abilities and let you settle in — it doesn't decide whether you're formally hired. So feel free to take it easy."
"Uh, yeah."
"I'll fill you in on the details once we're home. First, why don't you check whether the permissions on your phone have been unlocked?"
"Yeah."
I pulled out my phone and launched BD-LINK.
"Then select me from the Palm menu and see if the 'REMOTE' menu will open."
I went straight into the Palm menu and tapped Park Dana. The REMOTE menu, grayed out until now, was active. Without hesitation, I selected it.
Inside was the device-shaped icon I'd seen that morning. The moment I touched it, the device settings screen from the video popped up on my phone.
I glanced over at Dana — and caught her eyes already on me. She smiled.
"Do whatever you like."
Even with her blessing, I couldn't quite bring myself to touch the screen. Judging by the current settings, though, the device was already hard at work inside her.
Before I knew it, my gaze had drifted to the heart of Dana's body, where that device had to be buzzing away. Sensing where I was looking, she gently pinched the hem of her boxy tee.
"A little of my juice has soaked through and left a mark. Want to see?"
I nodded at once.
Dana slowly raised the tee. As it lifted, her denim hot pants came into view — though from where I sat, I couldn't tell whether they were wet.
"You'll have to come closer."
I leaned toward her and ducked my head down. As I did, Dana slid her seat back to open up the space, and thanks to the extra room my head sank down beside her navel.
And there it was — between her thighs, at the hem of her shorts, a patch of darkened fabric.
Bzz... bzz... bzz...
A faint vibration reached my ears. At the sound, my right hand moved on its own, thumbing the phone to push the intensity up a notch.
Bzzzz... bzzzz... bzzzz...
"Ah! Not so suddenly—"
Her body shivered at the stronger buzz. Her instant reaction thrilled me, and I pushed the intensity higher still.
BZZZZ~~~ BZZZZ~~~
"Ahh~ I can't. It's been teasing me since this morning... ahh! I'm at my limit. I really can't hold it anymore. I'm coming~"
BZZZZ~~~ BZZZZ~~~
"I can't, though... ahh~ we're in a car. If I come here— aah! Ahn~ aah~"
Dana's voice and the movement of her body swelled. Her belly and thighs brushed softly against my face. When I climbed one more level, her right hand clamped onto my back.
BZZZZZ~~~ BZZZZZ~~~
"Any more than this... aah~! I can't take it! Aah~~ I'm coming. I'm coming~~. Really coming~~~~."
Wrenching the back of my shirt in her fist, Dana threw her head back, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and crashed over the edge.
"Aaaaaah~ ahhn~~ ahhn~"
Even after her climax she kept moaning loud enough that I worried the sound might carry outside, her body jerking in aftershocks. The dark patch between the legs of her hot pants was unmistakable now, the stain spreading wider and wider.
"Aha~ah~~ please stop now... stop, please. Ahn~ please."
"Huh? Oh — okay."
I'd been listening to her moans in a daze; at her words I lifted my head, slid back into my seat, and switched the vibration off.
Even with it off, Dana stayed where she was, head tipped back, sucking in ragged breaths, her body shivering in little tremors.
"Aha~ haa~ wow, that was really..."
There was something a little sharper in the eyes she turned on me. I scratched my head.
"Sorry... I got carried away."
"Heh. It's fine — no need to apologize. Haa~ B-Class employees exist to tend to the O-Class members' desires at all times, after all. Do exactly as you please."
Clunk.
Before I knew it, Dana's expression had softened again, and she pushed open the car door.
"I can't exactly go anywhere like this, so I'm going to change. That's all right, Juhan?"
"Huh?? Uh, sure."
"One moment~"
Dana stepped out, walked around to the back, popped the trunk, and rummaged through it. Then she opened the rear door and climbed into the back seat. When I turned to look, she was holding up a pair of black leggings for me to see.
"I'll change into these. And for panties, there's this."
The pair she lifted was gray, with Colvin Klain printed along the waistband — a thong, the front a narrow triangle, the sides little more than the band itself. She showed me a matching bra as well.
"You're changing up top too?"
Only her bottom half was wet, so I'd assumed she'd stop there; I asked, puzzled. Dana answered at once, her voice pitched just a little higher.
"Matching your top and bottom is the basics of a date!"
"A date?? Oh... right. A date."
So what she'd said in front of the coffee shop hadn't been just talk.
Cramped as the car was, Dana went about changing with practiced ease. First she peeled off her soaked denim hot pants and tossed them carelessly onto the side seat, then set both hands at her hips to work off her panties — but instead of pulling them down, she looked over at me.
"Um... do I have to keep the device in? If I get wet again, I won't have anything left to change into. Can't I take it out now?"
Even with Dana blinking at me, eyes searching mine, reluctance kept me from answering right away.
"Do I keep it in?"
She pressed the tip of her index finger against the darkened front of her panties and lifted it away. Even from the outside, the sticky fluid clinging to the fabric was plain to see.
I have no idea what she meant to accomplish by showing me that — but the sight decided it for me.
"I won't torment you too much, so couldn't you keep it in, just for today?"
"Tch... And I'm supposed to just believe you won't torment me?"
Dodging her gaze, I scratched the spot between my nose and lip with my left index finger. Honestly, I had no confidence whatsoever.
Dana dipped her head to catch my eyes.
"Just don't be too rough~."
Then she hooked her fingers into both sides of her panties, lifted her hips slightly, and drew them down to her thighs — baring a pussy slathered thick with sticky arousal.
"Oh — there are wet wipes in the passenger door pocket. Could you grab them for me?"
I twisted around, found the pack, and handed it over. Dana pulled out a single wipe and cleaned her inner thighs and the area around the device buried inside her.
Then she worked the panties from her thighs down to her ankles, toed off her shoes, and freed them completely. Holding up the juice-drenched panties, she caught me staring at them and asked:
"By the way — what did you do with my panties?"
"Oh! Those. They're right here."
At her words I dug through my pocket and produced her panties to show her.
"Heh. You've been carrying them around with you?"
"I was moving out. Couldn't exactly leave them lying around the room."
"Did you... use my panties?"
"Huh? Well, that's... uhh..."
"How nice, that you enjoyed yourself with my panties. Shall we trade, then?"
When she held the pair she'd just stripped off toward me, I found myself handing over the ones in my hand and receiving hers, still damp with her juices.
For some reason, I ran my tongue once over my dry lips. Carefully, I raised the still-warm panties to my nose. While I drank in the thick scent of her arousal, Dana dressed in quick succession — panties on, tee off, bra swapped out. Then, still topless, she started on the leggings.
To wedge herself into the skin-tight things, Dana lay back across the rear seat, nearly flat. The sight of her raising her legs into the air as she worked them on was a feast for my eyes all by itself. Best of all, when she arched her body to lift her legs, the shape of the device buried in her pussy pressed out against her panties and set me ablaze — and I could see the gray pair she'd just changed into was already darkening at the center.
The way she dragged the tight leggings up her thighs, lifting her hips to haul them higher. The sway of her breasts with every movement of her body. I wasn't even watching her undress — just dress — and I'd never known I could concentrate on anything so hard.
Tee back on, Dana gathered up the discarded clothes, stowed them in the trunk, and returned to the driver's seat. Then she looked down at my pants, leaned across toward the passenger side, and laid her hand on the front of them — stroking my cock through the fabric, the poor thing still unable to swell to full size in its confinement.
"This one's suffering, isn't it?"
"But there are people out—"
I glanced out the window to check as I spoke, but Dana didn't stop. Her car had heavy tint on the side windows, but the windshield was filmed just lightly enough that a close look would reveal the interior.
"You made me come right here earlier too, Juhan."
"That was..."
"I'll take care of it right now."
Dana drew my zipper down with practiced fingers, pushed my underwear aside, and worked my cock out into the open air. The moment it was free it swelled, standing stiff toward the ceiling.
"Look at this. See how hard it's gotten? It'd be torture to drive around like this."
Shluuurp~
"Hahk!"
Dana stuck out her tongue, dragged it up the length of my cock from base to tip in one long lick, then swallowed me into her mouth. Purseing her lips, she sucked with crushing force.
Shluuuurp~
"Hah!"
Then her head began to bob. Up and down, and never once did her tongue stop working me. At the ferocious stimulation I tipped my head back — and in that instant I saw the door linking the parking lot to the officetel swing open.
Through it emerged a man in a black tracksuit and an MLB cap.
"Dana! There's someone over—"
Dana lifted her mouth just off my cock, stroked it with her hand, and spoke into it like a microphone.
"He can't see me from out there, so don't worry — just enjoy yourself."
"Ugh..."
Mwah.
She kissed the tip and took me back in. I watched the man angle toward Dana's car, straining to keep my face blank. Thankfully he wasn't looking our way, ambling along with his eyes glued to his phone.
Mmmph~ slurp~ shlp~ shluuurp~~
As her saliva slicked my cock, the wet sounds of Dana sucking me off swelled to fill the car. To my ears they seemed impossibly loud. I worried the passing man might hear them too.
Shluuurp~ chuu~ slrp~~ shlp~
"Hahk! Dana, slow down — at least until that guy's gone..."
At that moment the man lifted his head from his phone and looked straight at me. A road ran between him and Dana's car, so we were some distance apart, but our eyes seemed to meet. Startled, I dropped both hands onto her shoulders — and she, utterly unbothered, kept sucking.
I bit down on my lower lip and endured, hiding my expression. Thankfully, the man I'd thought was staring at me was actually surveying the parked cars.
Maybe an unfamiliar car in the officetel lot — where the same faces parked every day — had caught his eye, or maybe it was simply the foreign badge. Whatever the reason, it had my nerves strung tight.
The moment I grabbed hold of her, Dana seemed to understand I was about to climax, and began sucking harder and faster still.
Chuu~m~ chuu~p~ shluuuurp shuuuurp~~~
"Hngh!!"
My mouth fell open under the onslaught and a moan slipped out. Watching the man still facing our way, the pressure to come came crashing in.
"No... ugh~ ah! It's coming. I'm coming."
Dana redoubled her pace, sucking harder, faster. I couldn't hold out another second.
Beep.
Chuu~p~
"Hngh~"
The man walked past the front of Dana's car and pressed his remote at a black domestic compact sedan. The instant the car chirped its greeting, I fired a load of white into Dana's mouth.
Pshh~ pshu~ pshuuuk~
Shlp~ slrp! shlp!
As I came, Dana kept just the head sealed in her lips and sucked at my cock like a girl working the last of a popsicle, her right hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking from base to tip. My head fell back under the surge of release, and Dana sucked with everything she had, as if determined to wring out my final drop.
While I was still spurting, the man's black car rolled past us and out of the lot.
"Phew~"
Even after it was gone, Dana went on sucking, drawing out what remained. When no more would come, she straightened up.
Risen, she held my cum in her mouth, lips pressed tight. Her eyes found mine, and she smiled, just a little.
Gulp~
"Huh?"
Dana had swallowed my cum in one go. I'd been on the receiving end of blowjobs before, but no one had ever eaten my cum. Gathering her saliva, she swallowed once more and said,
"It's thick. I like it."
"You're okay?"
At my question, Dana cocked her head.
"With what? Oh — the cum. It's delicious. I love your cum. Give me lots more from now on, okay? Oh! Next time, put some down below too."
While I stood flustered by the answer I'd never seen coming, Dana pulled a fresh wipe from the pack and meticulously cleaned my softened cock, tucked it back into my underwear, and zipped my pants up for me.