Pak-Man

I spotted him as soon as he walked through the door. Since the elevator doors were closing at that very moment, I could have easily slipped into panic mode. I was alone, so there would be no one to alarm with my hysterics. Nor did I have to worry about him hearing me scream in frustration, anger, and God knows what else. Fortunately, I used up all my energy running scared for my life. I was so wiped out that not even seeing Ms. Lee's boy-toy assistant could make me feel anything but my heart beating just a little harder. I should be screaming considering Ms. Lee just tried to kill me...and because her assistant looked positively deadly.

I wasn't screaming though. All I could think about is why the fuck am I still calling this bitch Ms. Lee? Long before the elevator doors opened I resolved to be consciously ignorant and call her DimShit . I instantly felt better and decided to move on to how I was going to protect myself. As crazy as it sounds, I was grateful at how deadly baby boy-toy looked. That's what made me notice him when I met up with DimShit at the restaurant. I never would have know he worked for DimShit, otherwise. I really couldn't understand why it seemed like nobody else was having trouble keeping their eyes off of him.

A beautiful man, sitting dreadfully still, exuding the most violent energy I'd ever felt. I'll admit to the twinge I felt in my lower belly as soon as I saw him. I'll even admit to making my various muscles clench to stimulate my clit. I only stopped when I realized I had consciously let my underwear become soaked in the entrance of a high class restaurant.

Yea...I usually have way more sense than that, but I am a woman with a sex drive.

I wasn't remotely horny at the moment though. I didn't have any illusions that he wouldn't kill me...or even that he was here for anyone else. As I checked out the room, I looked for any possible way to get in the room without using the door. Thankfully, there weren't any. I went into the bathroom and wrenched the metal washcloth rack off the wall. It took longer than I would have preferred because I was drained, but I got it done. There is something to being a realistically sized woman - I could protect myself usually. Thinking about that, I sat on the bed and waited. I knew he should be at my door soon. I highly doubted that he wouldn't get the information out of the woman at the desk, somehow. I also doubted that he would wait till I was asleep. DimShit said she would be far from this place by morning and I knew she wouldn't leave without her troll.

I'd turned off all of the lights so I could see if any shadows walked past my door. When a soundless pair of feet approached my door, I was ready. When he slid his own key card into the door - stupid front desk floozy - I was ready. I decided I was going to make as much noise as I could while the door was open. At least if I died, there was a small chance that the authorities would find out. I don't know why that mattered since dead is dead.

The only problem was that the door never opened. I could hear him trying the key card over and over, but the door wouldn't open - yay, front desk lady! I don't know if she gave him the wrong card on purpose or if she was just dumb, and I really didn't care. At the moment, all I could do was rejoice. If he wanted to get in my room, he was going to have to break down the door - which is pretty much a guarantee for some attention. My rejoicing, and my train of thought, didn't last long though. The man knocked on my door! I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. He kept knocking and I kept standing...in the end, he started talking me.

"Jade...its me, Chin Mae"

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"The woman you call Ms. Lee, I am...was, her...assistant. Please! Just open up, I can't explain myself out here!"

I was thinking I really shouldn't say anything, that maybe he would go away, but I really couldn't help myself.

"You must think I'm stupid! I'm not going to open the door for the man who wants to kill me. You're probably just stalling until some more of DimShit's people get here!"

At this point, I was yelling, hoping someone would complain...or at least hoping he thought that. He was so quiet for a minute that I thought he had left. I was wrong...really wrong.

"Who is DimShit?! I am talking about Ms. Lee and we are both in danger! I would not harm you and now she is after me too. It will take her longer to find you, but she will find you! You could be using the time to get out of the country, but instead you insist on being a pigheaded American! I am trying to help you when I could be far away, so this is the last time I will ask; will you open the door?"

"I don't think I know everything. I just don't know if you're here to kill me."

"This hotel includes at least one daily meal with their lowest room rate. If I wanted to kill you, I would have poisoned your food. Nobody here knows or cares if you have allergy problems."

Without really knowing why I swung the door open and stared at him. He looked so tired and sad that I knew he couldn't have slept much since the whole thing with DimShit happened. I also felt that lurch in my groin. My harassed mind had accentuated the lines of his face, making me remember him as brute, instead of beautiful. I stepped back, holding my hand out towards the room. He put both hands up and walked very slowly into the room. I closed the door quickly to face him - I didn't want him behind me. Turns out I could have taken my time.

Moving extremely slow - it seemed like - he slid his hands into his pants, grabbing the edge of his t-shirt with both hands. As he started pulling his shirt up and spinning slowly, I stumbled over the four little words it took ask him what he was doing.

"Showing you that I don't have a gun in my waistband..."

Even though that made perfectly logical sense, I was still angry. I was exhausted and terrified and slightly horny. I did not want to be in the same room with this man. I didn't want to be attracted to a foreign killer. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed onto the first thing I could think of that would let him know that I believed he and I were different and that I didn't trust him.

"So, just because I'm a Black woman from America, I'm stupid? You walk and move like a fuckin Marine - a killer! You could kill me with a knife faster than I could ever hurt you with this bar. You could have a gun in an ankle holster for fuck's sake!"

He looked so startled and confused that I felt bad. Feeling bad for my potential killer made me feel stupid. Feeling stupid made me feel even more pissed off that I was already mourning my short 28 years of life. I felt like I was being punished for being successful, for getting a job most Black people had never heard of. I felt bewildered, not believing for a moment that it was really even happening. Not even 24 hours ago, I was enjoying praising God because I was lucky to have my job. Now, here I was feeling stupid, shocked, terrified, a little bit lusty, and extremely pissed.

I didn't realize that tears were already streaming down my face. At that point I just broke down...sobbing, wailing, and making unGodly noises in general. As I leaned against the door, I couldn't help but to slide into a sitting position, putting my head down and lacing my hands behind it. I really wanted to curl into a ball on the floor, but moving would have caused my noise to fill the room up. I was crying so pathetically that I didn't even want to hear it at top volume. At this point it sunk in that the boy-toy wasn't here to kill me, because he could have easily done so while I had my breakdown. Thinking about that made me want to know what exactly was doing so I looked up to see a mostly naked Korean man trying to shake off his other sock. He finally gave up and sat on the bed to take it off manually.

As he pulled the sock off, he spotted me staring at him. Even though I could tell he was very embarrassed, he just stood up and spun around slowly to show me that he had no weapons. Considering I'd already experienced a flood of relief from realizing he wasn't here to take my life, I experienced something a little different upon seeing him in a pair of briefs. I really didn't want him to know just how gorgeous I really thought he was, so I forced my jaw closed, stopped staring, and gave a little nod to show that I understood he was here to help me.

To save face, I headed to the bathroom, telling him I needed to shower or I'd never be able to sleep. Temporarily distracted by the thought of being clean, I turned on the water thinking only about how the soap smelled in this hotel.

Unfortunately, the cleaner I became, the less I focused on it. I couldn't help but picture Chin-Mae in my mind, slowly turning around. In my mind though, I was sure I remembered a little bit of vulnerability in his eyes, something in him hoping that I liked what I saw. Thinking about him that way while rubbing a cloth over my skin was not a good mixture. Pretty soon my clit was throbbing, sending waves of pressure and sharp pleasure throughout my lower body. I knew he and I had a long day tomorrow, so I had to get some sleep. I knew if I didn't do something about my body right then, I wouldn't get any sleep.

Looking around the bathroom, I couldn't really see anywhere to position my body so that I could rest and still reach my hands between my legs. I almost gave up when I spotted the shower head. It was one those sprayers; it had a hose and multiple settings. Jackpot! I perched my butt right on the rim of the tub with my back up against the wall. Luckily the rim was nice and wide so I knew I wouldn't slide off. As I leaned against the wall, I turned the sprayer on my nipples first. It was already on a good setting, spraying a jet of hot water across my right nipple. Sensation ripped its way from my nipple straight down to a place that was deliciously aching. My groin clenched in on itself, causing a ripple of shock that made my clit pulse. It was too much and not nearly enough. I turned the sprayer even higher, and turned the hot water down. I didn't want my nipples to get numb from too much hot water, and I thought lukewarm water would be just cool enough to keep the sensation. I cupped both of my breasts with my left hand, angling my nipples as close together as possible.When the water hit, it took everything in me not to let go of my breasts and shove a finger or two into the wet and warm mess I'd made of myself.

I did let them go though, it was time to focus on my clit. I set the sprayer down, because I wanted to work with my own juices at the moment, not water. Starting at the knees, I slid my hands up to my thighs. I moved slowly because I didn't want to touch my clit until it was well and moisturized, nor did I want to stick my fingers in my pussy...yet. I felt my way up to my outer lips, rubbing a flat hand very lightly over them. My clit was buried under there...throbbing and pulsing, but I couldn't get to it without parting my pussy lips. I used my left hand to hold them open...just enjoying the sensation of the air around my clit for a second. I could only take it for that long before I clenched my muscles as hard as I could, using my other hand to catch the juice that came dripping out my pussy.

I rubbed this directly on my clit, getting the immediate, intense desperation of wanting something actually in me, of wanting to be fucked. Feeling the pressure in my pussy, I immediately stuck my fingers in my mouth, using my saliva to make sure they were all well-lubricated. I brought my hand down in a very sharp slap against my clit, immediately rubbing my fingers over the very tip. My muscles instantly clenched as I started moving my hips along with my fingers for even more friction. As the pressure built up, my legs started to shake and my toes started to curl. I fought not to move too fast or too slow.

I realized I was about to cum, and being greedy, I didn't want to without feeling something in me. I let go of my lips, and stuck my middle finger in my pussy. Since I made sure that I didn't stop rubbing my clit, or start rubbing it too hard, I didn't lose any momentum. I used my middle finger to press the area behind my clit that seemed packed with pressure and fluids. I did it very slowly, totally lost in the overwhelming sensations coming from my body. I was so close, I could scream!
I didn't scream, but I let out a loud strangled sound that surprised me so much I opened my eyes. I looked up to see Chin watching me, with absolutely no expression on his face.

Even as I was mortified in my mind, a small part of me truly wanted to cry at the lost orgasm. My disbelief immediately erased all traces of lust out of my body as I scrambled to shut the shower curtain.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!! How could you come in here?! OhmyGodohmyGod!!"
"I'm sorry, I--"

"It doesn't matter, just get out NOW!

When I heard the door shut, I grabbed a towel looking around for my bag. Luckily, I'd held onto my most important bag. Along with my ID, passport, money and other things, I had extra clothes. Not so lucky - I left it in the room when I rushed into the bathroom. I have pride issues, so I could not bring myself to ask Chin to bring me my bag when I'd just cussed him out. Considering that he'd just seen everything up close and personal, I put on the fluffy white robe they have at nicer hotels. I opened the door to see him sitting on the bed with a pillow in his lap. He was hugging it hard enough to kill it. I really had nothing to say, so I put my head and walked around the bed to the far wall. In my earlier paranoia, I hid it under the bed trying to leave evidence in case I did end up dead.

Grabbing it quickly, I turned around to rush back into the bathroom but I ran into Chin. He'd come to stand behind me toward the end of the bed, effectively blocking me in between the bed, the window and the back wall. I was too embarrassed to jump over the bed, but I wasn't scared so the window was not an option either. I was guessing he had something today, and while I was resigned to listening, I definitely wasn't looking at him. Had I looked up, I would have seen his arms move before I saw his hands suddenly appear on my waist, warm and firm. He stepped firmly into my personal space, forcing me to look up.

"You're leg was...moving...against the shower curtain. The metal rings at the top-."

...he was breathing like he had to concentrate very hard to do it. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't shorter than me either. We stood at almost the exact same eye-level, noses almost touching. I could feel his breath against my lips with every word he said.


"When I was being trained to...do what I do, I heard my mentor kill someone in the bathroom. It was a training exercise for myself and three others. I was supposed to be listening for signs of a struggle, listening for a hint that a man was dying in the bathroom. I was the only who realized the scrape of the metal shower rings across the bar made a sound that was distinct from the running water. It sounds...inefficient, but I really was worried. You were moving the curtain, but making no noise. I didn't want to call your name in case someone really was in there strangling you."

Well...my leg shaking against the curtain...wow! I had simply had no words for how utterly fucking stupid I felt. I was wondering if I could push past him and make it out it the door. I think he could tell because he gripped my waist, using his body to push me backwards up against the wall. He slid his arms around my waist and his hands down to my butt, pressing his pelvis into mine.

"You didn't cum...you were close, but you didn't cum."

Right up until that moment, thinking about him seeing me like that made me nauseous. I had a whole different feeling in my stomach when I heard those words while pressed against him. I stared in his eyes, completely shocked but finally aware that he only put his pants back on from earlier. Before I realized it, I slid my hands up his back, feeling old scars and smooth skin. I instantly dropped my hands, wondering if I had crossed a line. He tensed up, and started to pull away. He changed his mine, pushing harder into my pelvis, squeezing my ass as hard as he could." He seemed angry or hurt, even.

"My scars scare you?"

I was totally unprepared for the bolt of sensation that launched itself through my groin. Damn...little Korean man didn't know how I liked it, but he definitely stumbled on it by accident. He'd used his anger to cover up his embarrassment, but the fact he was embarrassed at all let me know he worried about how I viewed his sex appeal. That realization was the best aphrodisiac of my life. Knowing I had power over this deadly man made me think about his earlier question.

"No, they don't. Why did you say I didn't cum? Why did you bring it up?"

"You lost your release...because of me. I want to...bring you release. I want to give you something wonderful because I know you're scared and tired. I want your sleep to be restful, not restless. I was trained for this too, I know I could make you feel better."

So much for having any control because he desired me. He was simply doing what he was trained to do. I didn't want to be mean by saying I didn't want a pity fuck, but I knew if I felt thats what it was, I wouldn't enjoy it. Plus, I didn't want him to feel like he had to "make me feel better" like he made DimShit feel better.

"You helping me out of the city is more than I can ever repay you for. I cannot accept your body like payment just to make myself feel better. Even though its an amazing, tempting body...and even though I can see you're willing, I can't. I wouldn't enjoy it."

His face slowly melted into the saddest expression I'd ever seen. It was heartbreaking because he was sort of smiling when I said his body was amazing. Seeing that hint of a smile drain into such pain...I instantly regretted my words. He started to pull away, but it was me that pulled him close this time. I put my lips directly below and behind his ear, flicking my tongue out to lick his skin. He was so surprised, he let himself be pulled back into my embrace.

"I would not enjoy it because I cannot make my body like something that comes from pity or duty. It is certainly not because you are unattractive, or because I think of you as dirty in anyway. I think you are trained to obedience, and your instincts are telling you to fuck me to make me feel better. You are magnificent Chin-Mae Pak"

I tried to make sure I said his name correctly, the way he said it himself. I think I must have because all the tension he gathered when I used the word "dirty," simply melted away when I said his name.

He whispered, "Were you thinking about me when you were in the bathroom? Please be honest."

For about 10 long seconds, I considered lying, but I figured it would actually make him understand that I found him...desirable, extremely desirable. I let out a huge breath, muttering that seeing him without his clothes would excite any straight woman. He gave me one of the most lovely smiles I'd ever seen...before leaning in to lick along the edge of my bottom lip.

"Chin! You misunderstand, I was saying that we can't do this -. What are you smiling for?"

"You're right about one thing only. My instincts are telling me fuck you, but not to make you feel better; only to make you forget you are sad. I saw you staring at me in the restaurant that day, before you knew who I was."

Damn! He grabbed my hips to turn me and sit me on the bed. He straddled me in a sitting position, letting his hair run across my face and neck as he grabbed my hair to force my head back.

"Ms. Lee made sure I knew the signs of a woman who can't hide that she's turned on...and you were turned on."

He was still kissing and licking my neck very softly, while gripping my hair almost to the point of pain.

"Staring at me with those pretty brown eyes, you didn't think I could see, but I did. Clenching your thighs together, biting that...soft bottom lip. You hadn't seen me with my clothes off and you were obviously excited."

With every word, I sunk a little deeper into the feeling in my vagina. I was trying to listen to him but the ache in my groin and the pain on my scalp made me scream out. As soon as I did, he pushed me all the way down on the bed, and climbed off of me. My robe was loose, so one of my nipples lay exposed to the air. He kept his eyes on it as he took his pants off for the second time that night. This time he was hard...and I was surprised. As soon as I saw he was average sized, I admitted to myself that I thought he might be...nonexistent. He leaned over me to untie the belt of my robe. As the material slid across my other nipple, I couldn't help but squirm a little. Using both hands, he caressed my nipples in a slow circular motion. Testing my reaction to see which nipple was more sensitive, he decided to focus on my left one. He closed his mouth completely around my nipple and started sucking while twirling his tongue around the tip. I tried to slip my hand down to my clit, be he knocked it away quickly. Using his left hand, he slipped one finger up into my vagina, immediately pushing it as far as it would go. Feeling it slide in at the same time I was getting sensation from my nipples immediate caused my pussy to ripple with tension. Still going slowly on my nipple, he went harder and harder with his finger, until juice was dripping down his hand and wrist.

"I want you to try to stay completely still. Don't move your hips or legs, but you can grab my head if you want. Nod yes if you understand."

I nodded since I couldn't speak, equally from excitement and shock about what he was getting ready to do. He went to his knees on floor while putting both of my legs on the bed and scooting my ass all the way to edge. I didn't believe he would do it until he stroked my clit very hard and very slowly with his tongue. After that, I had to try very hard not to squirm my hips further onto face or to ask him to move his tongue faster. He kept up the slow, hard strokes of his tongue, circling around my clit and into my vagina at times. I couldn't keep myself making noise while trying to keep still. As
I was about to come, I couldn't help grabbing his hair. He took that as a signal and began to move his tongue quickly over my slippery clit. For the first time in my life, I squirted when I came. Chin wouldn't stop licking and sucking, so I couldn't help cum two more times on his face. Both times, even more liquid gushed into his mouth. As I passed out, I saw him smiling and licking his lips with my juices shining all over his face and chest