Power & Sex, and... 48
Jeong-ah wrapped her arms around me as soon as the door clicked shut, rubbing her lips against mine. Her hands worked quickly, stripping off my suit jacket and tossing it onto the bed before starting on my shirt buttons.
"Ha~ng~ Oppa, I love you~"
Her hand slipped into the gap of my belt, grabbing my ass firmly. Then she reached around front, seizing my rock-hard cock that was stiff as a spike, ready to impale anyone who got in its way. The moment I felt the warmth of her touch, it twitched desperately, begging for more.
Ignoring its urgent pleas, Jeong-ah toyed with it slowly and gently, stroking back and forth like she was petting a needy pet.
I began peeling off her clothes in turn. But she kept playing with my throbbing shaft, so I gave up on my shirt and went straight for her jeans instead. As I tugged them down past her knees, she lifted her feet to help kick them off. In their place appeared a cute pink pair of panties hugging her plump, perky ass.
I grabbed both cheeks with my hands. They were firm and springy, fitting perfectly in my palms, and my thumbs had already dipped into the cleft between them. I pressed harder, spreading her cheeks apart to each side.
"Ha~ah! Oppa~"
As the cleft parted, her pussy lips naturally spread open too—or so it seemed—and she let out a moan, her grip on my cock tightening fiercely.
"Ha~ng~ This feels so good already. Love you, Oppa~"
Instead of answering, I softly pressed my lips to her eyelid. I could feel her eyelashes fluttering against me.
"Jeong-ah, I love you~"
The words made her crash her lips into mine, her hand clamping down even harder on my shaft. I barely stifled a yelp of pain, rubbing her ass gently while waiting for her grip to loosen.
Trapped in my pants, my cock was growing unbearably frustrated. Even in her hand, it pulsed and throbbed, veins bulging like they might burst. If only she'd pull down my pants, I thought. But she had no intention of doing that, too busy stroking me back and forth to keep me on edge. I took matters into my own hands, grabbing her panties with my palm, rolling them up, and sliding them down her thighs. She rubbed her legs together to help, and once they reached her knees, she kicked them past her ankles and flung them onto the bed.
Finally, she undid my belt and yanked down my pants along with my underwear. Now our lower halves were fully exposed, back to their natural state. My liberated cock bobbed wildly, leaking precum everywhere in search of a hole to thrust into, while her pussy was already drenched, overflowing with her juices.
Right then, my phone started ringing. Jeong-ah froze at the sudden sound, and I held her gently, waiting for it to stop.
"Oppa, answer it."
"Who the hell calls this late? It'll go to voicemail."
The ringing stopped for a moment, then started up again.
"Yes, this is Park Maru."
I couldn't ignore it any longer. It was the party leader calling, even past 10 p.m., wanting to meet. I made an excuse about being out of town for another appointment, said I was wiped out, but promised I'd head up to Seoul if things wrapped up quickly.
"The party leader?"
"Yeah."
"What'd he say?"
"Wants to meet now."
"Then you should go."
"No need to rush for me."
"Nah, Oppa. Might not be urgent now, but think ahead. The party leader's got real power to become leader—that means something. I want you to go meet him."
She had a point. But leaving now, after getting her all worked up like this and getting dressed again? No way. Despite her persuasion, I pulled her close.
"Oppa, you wanna be president someday, right?"
"......"
"Then you can't slack off like this. I don't wanna be the girl holding you back."
With that, she slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water.
"Jeong-ah, open the door."
"It's open. Come in and shower with me."
I stepped inside to find her beaming, aiming the showerhead at me and spraying water everywhere.
"Hurry up and wash. Then go."
"But we're already here..."
"Sex can wait. Helping someone who needs you won't hurt."
In the end, her logic won out. We took a quick shower together and left the motel. Honestly, she should've been the upset one, but Jeong-ah was all smiles, while I looked pissed. It was like that old joke we'd shared: In politics, if someone calls, you gotta pull out mid-thrust and bolt. Reality had hit.
"Oppa, you mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"You're pouting. I'll make it up to you later—service so good you'll lose your mind. Now cheer up and have a good talk with the leader."
At just twenty, she was way more mature than me. Clearing my throat, I called the party leader back, said I'd arrive in about forty minutes, and hung up.
I dropped Jeong-ah off at the place she shared with Eun-mi, then headed to meet the party leader. He'd already arrived, so a server guided me to the private room.
"Assemblyman Park, come on in."
"Sorry I'm late, Leader."
"Sit down. Have a drink."
"Sorry, I don't drink."
We weren't even close, but the party leader was slurring like crazy, hacking his millet liquor bottle in half. Naturally, I refused his offers, citing my no-alcohol stance, and waited to hear what he wanted.
"If any of you can get that guy to take just one shot, this is all yours."
He pulled out his wallet, slapped dozens of 50,000-won bills on the table—about a million won—and declared it to the hostesses serving us. The head of a major party was pulling the same dumb nouveau riche stunt you'd see in a dive bar.
I wanted to storm out, but after sacrificing sex with Jeong-ah, I stayed to hear him out.
"Leader, please get to the point. I'm listening."
I asked him to state his business and politely requested the hostesses leave. They eyed the cash regretfully but I ignored them—I had zero intention of playing along with his nonsense. One, though, refused to budge.
"Miss, sorry, but could you step out? Please."
"Who the hell are you? He called us here."
"Miss!"
Even as I raised my voice, she wouldn't leave.
"Leader, send her out."
"Ah, it's fine. She's trustworthy."
"Leader, if this isn't business, I'm leaving."
"Hey now, Assemblyman Park. I said she's reliable."
"I don't do business with hostesses present."
I insisted again, but for some reason, he wouldn't budge. Worse, the girl next to him—after I called her a "hostess"—started yelling and pointing at me.
"Fuck yeah, I'm a bar slut. But what'd you ever do to make me one? Who the hell are you to sneer 'hostess' at me?!"
"If that's how it came across, I'm sorry. Apologies."
"You little shit! Kill someone and say sorry—is that enough? Fine, I'm a whore selling my body, so do whatever you want!"
It was getting ridiculous. The party leader didn't even try to stop her tirade. She escalated, ripping off her top and jabbing her finger at me while spewing double curses.
No point fighting a bar girl, and with the leader egging her on, I dialed 112. Soon, cops arrived from the report. I ended up at the station with her, filing a quick report before heading home. After a shower, doubts nagged: Why call me so late? Why not stop her? Had I said something dumb? I pulled up the recording from my personal phone.
The audio was crystal clear, and nothing in it suggested I'd slipped up. Still uneasy, I drifted off to sleep.