"I see you've taken the liberty to excuse yourself from work for a fine meal." Chaeyoung said and sat down. "Yes. I didn't have to go through any sales then so I'm fine. Thank you for accompanying me." Mina said and took a sip of her wine. Chaeyoung laid back in her seat.
"My lady it is my honor." She said charmingly. Mina set down her glass. "You don't have to be sweet." She said. Chaeyoung looked at her nails. "That's what you pay me for." The young woman said nonchalantly.
"Tell me why you chose this job among the many here in Tokyo." Mina said and sat back in her seat. Chaeyoung bit her lip. There was nothing in the job description saying that she was required to give away any personal information. But hey, she was getting paid to have small talk. Chaeyoung sighed.
"There's more choices here. In South Korea, you either strive to be at the top of your class to get into the best universities or work your ass off to be an idol. I wanted more than those two choices. My brother back home spends his time working hard to be at the top of his class. I mean, could you honestly picture me as the top of the class student?" Chaeyoung asked and chuckled.
Mina was silent. She thought anyone could if they tried hard enough. She saw potential in the young woman, more than she thought she would.
"You can't be anything greater if you don't try hard enough." Mina told Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung let out a sigh. "As much as I want to hear more of your encouraging words, I know this can't possibly be the reason you called upon me." Chaeyoung said and slid her hand over Mina's thigh. Mina raised an eyebrow.
"Horny much?" She asked annoyed. Chaeyoung drew back her hand. "And I assume you aren't?" Chaeyoung asked. Mina sighed and circled her finger around the rim of her glass.
"I was hoping we could have a civil conversation while out at lunch. What exactly did you have in mind?" Mina asked.
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Chaeyoung sped up her fingers, digging deep into Mina's soaked pussy. The older woman dug her nails into Chaeyoung's skin, her moans growing louder by the second. "You're so gorgeous." Chaeyoung breathed out and kissed Mina's neck. Mina panted and moaned Chaeyoung's name. Their bodies coated in sweat.
Mina could feel it once more, that amazing feeling of her reaching her high as her legs shook. Chaeyoung held Mina up by her waist and continued to penetrate her walls and g-spot.
Mina cupped Chaeyoung's face and let out a low husky moan. Chaeyoung had lost her nerve at that point. That sound was music to her ears. She began kissing Mina hungrily.
Mina let out a cry in between the kisses as her body shook. Her eyes rolled back as she had her orgasm. She slowly began to sink but Chaeyoung held her firmly in her arms. The girls panted heavily. This wasn't what Mina had planned but she didn't regret it. Chaeyoung carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently.
Mina sprawled her naked body across the bed. Chaeyoung stared at her. She was in awe of course at the sight of Mina's toned body, but at also how beautiful she looked while tiredly sprawled out like that. Chaeyoung looked away. There was no time to catch feelings. She cleared her throat and began gathering her things. Mina slowly sat up and frowned.
"Leaving so soon?" She asked. Chaeyoung looked up and bit her lip. Mina unintentionally had her legs open, her soaked pussy in Chaeyoung's view. If she had it her way she'd ravish the older woman once more. But it would cost her more for her time. Chaeyoung stood up. "What else did you have in mind?" She asked. Mina smiled.
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"So this is like a an assassin movie?" Chaeyoung asked intrigued. Mina smiled and nodded. "Léon: The Professional. A young girl named Mathilda is a troubled young girl who hires her neighbor down the hall to avenge her parents killers. A close bond happens between them." Mina told Chaeyoung.
The two both reached into the bowl of popcorn. Their hands touched. Chaeyoung looked at their hands. What was the strange feeling she was feeling inside? Mina turned her head slowly to look at the young girl.
"Sorry." She said softly. Chaeyoung swallowed her pride and offered Mina some popcorn. "It's alright." She said softly. The two women sat beside one another quietly tucked under the covers.
This wasn't what Chaeyoung had in mind for what Mina spent her money on. But she didn't disagree with this plan either. She felt relaxed because Mina made her feel that way.
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"Thank you." Chaeyoung waved her chauffeur goodbye. The Japanese man gave her a bow and drove off. Chaeyoung sighed and turned to face the fancy building. Luxury apartments hovered above her. She sighed and walked down the alley way on the side of the building. Affordable, but not her way of living.
She walked across the street and down two more alley ways till she made it to a quiet apartment complex. The place didn't look all that nice but for Chaeyoung it was home. She walked tiredly up the steps and into her homey apartment. Cold air hit her as she opened the door.
Home. She sighed and shut the door behind her. Among all the places, she chose this small apartment with a small kitchen, a hall leading into a small bathroom and with a cozy living room. With all this money how could she live in such a small place? It was a secret, even her fellow hosts didn't know. If they knew they'd surely judge her.
Her living was simple because she sent the money she earned back home to South Korea to help pay for her younger brother's educational studies and her parents living. The rest was to buy a months worth of grocery and to pay for rent.
She liked her simple living. She liked the quietness. She was a host who would be given thousands on a daily basis and yet she lived humbly. For Chaeyoung, she was fortunate to be a host, but it wouldn't change her humble heart.
I graduated. I'm now an adult....*sighs* -Drea 🎓💕🙈
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The price of love. [ Completed✔]
FanfictionWhat must one pay to feel the true affection of another? Those lonely nights replaced with unexpected company. How much money must be paid till we run out for such things? Money cannot define the priceless ness of love. *Cover by B3Moka*