We left the Hotel Lotte around AM 10, arriving at Kimpo an hour later, plenty of time to go to the fur shop
p, trying on the coat for the last details and for her female like self satisfaction.
1987 January
Sometime it is not necessary to look for an idea to be nasty, nature brings the idea and the means.
Yooki and me were in Seoul for three days, me to finalize a job with local partners, her to visit the city and… the shops of course, not so numerous in 1987. But she had previously spotted a boutique selling fur coats, with one of them particularly of her liking : a long black mink coat… a very simple need of course.
No irony please ! On such a field, the wishes of a perfectly obedient sub, may be considered as obligations if not orders. (In fact I was considering it and it is why I took her with me that time). But we were in January and it was -22°C outside (-7°F). Checking in in our hotel, the Lotte Hotel, just near the historical Westin Chosun Hotel, we received our key and boarded the elevator, up to the 15F. A long corridor and we reached the door of our room « with panoramic view on Seoul Tukpyolsi (if I remember well the name ).
I put the key in the keyhole and receive a violent shock : Static Electricity ! How many volts was it ? I don’t know, but it had been something major. The discharge passed, I could turn the key and get in the room. The first thing I did was to call the front, of course. A lot of excuses, but no solution in view, such a situation coming from the difference of temperature with the outside was I answered.
Not happy of course, but looking at Yooki, it gave me a devilish idea. As usual !
Just arrived, we had to rush to another hotel where the furs Duty Free Shop was, in way to have the fitting done and be able to receive the finished coat at their Kimpo Airport boutique when leaving.
My appointments starting only the following day, I could wait peacefully (in spite of my wallet protests) that she made her choice and had her measurement taken. I must say that even not yet perfectly fitting, I thought that either the coat was made for yooki or her for the black mink coat.
And… some more satanic thoughts were crossing my innocent neurones. As usual !
Night was now falling, temperature also, we rushed to the taxi station and jumped in the first car available. I am not shy with cold, but, I don’t know why, that time I was in a hurry to be in the car (difficult to believe but the taxi driver was wearing only a shirt (with necktie), his jacket laying on the other front seat while Yooki’s teeth were clearly chattering.
Was Korea the Hell ? For me, my usual image, Hell is fire, a delicious fire. Isn’t electricity a kind of fire ? I was eager to be back to the Lotte.
First : Restaurant ! Korean food is good in Korea and well adapted to weather. Then back to 15F, hum ! Dreaming ! We were perfectly OK after a nice Bulgogi with its surrounding of hot, really hot spicy speaking, small surrounding dishes and the rice bowls to fill our stomachs.
Arrived in front of our door, I did not moved. Yooki looked at me asking what I was waiting. Answer was simple : « Just, that you do the mine clearance ! ». I was smiling looking at her hair style, as raised as in a Faraday cage. It took quite loooong seconds before her unsure hand received the jolt, I then opened with the key, smiling.
Half an hour later, I tested myself the knob and « enjoyed » a shock like the previous one. Deduction : the event was a fast repetitive one. Such a cold outside and such an infernal heat (at least 23 or 24°C) inside, had certainly something to do with the surrounding static tension.
PM 10, why not having a drink and create relations at the sky lounge ? Yooki decided to change clothes… All right, but I decided the unseen and the practical. Off her jeans and woolen top, away her disgraceful hot underwears useless in the subtropical atmosphere of the hotel, all to be replaced by a pink and black underwear outfit she never worn before (bra and panty sparing materials and a suspenders girdle with seamed stockings), a quite molding dark blue skirt and a bright blue buttoned blouse. She was perfect ! As usual !
The only particular thing was that the static was so important that she made electric sparks when she sliped on her stockings. Really perfect !
A shock later we were in the elevator.
The sky lounge was not yet fully crowded as I could fear, but most of the tables were occupied by either men, alone, sadly sipping their whiskies (I supposed) and listening the notes of international hits played at the piano by a not really motivated young and pretty hotel employee. Seated on the high stools at the counter were three other young and pretty girls that I was almost sure to be « 50$ Ladies » : whores officially baned from the hotel premisses, but, with some money or « services » here and there, they could carry out their calling.
I explained to Yooki about those « 50$ Ladies ».
« How do you know ? » I answered by asking how many women were in the lounge, pianist and waitresses in uniform excepted. She had a look around, at least to the part of the huge room possible to see from our table.
« Seven including the three at the counter. Two american women with their husbands near the corner, and two korean with their husbands or bosses »
« Wrong ! Those last two also are part of the Ladies. And… you are also female, aren’t you ? But I’m not your client. What if I have my drink and leave ? »
She looked stoned for a short while, a very short one, looked straight at me. « You suggest… ? »
I said that I had nothing particular in mind, but now thinking twice… Otoshidama Parties !
« That was not the same ! Here I’ll have to have sex and ask for money beforehand like a real prostitute. During the parties, that was different and I was globally paid at the end like the other women. »
« Therefore, the difference is you suffering from angst ? In Japan you risked jail six times, but you were passive ; here you’ll have to be active, to sell yourself to a client you’ll hook…
If you decide to do by yourself of course. »
She remained silent several minutes, then looking at me, she said : « You can go. I’ll bring proofs. I’ll ring at the door when finished »
It was three in the morning when a demanding bell woke me. It was hot inside, no need of pyjamas at all. I opened the door, half asleep and received the shock, static doen’t sleep. Yooki was there, as elegant as she was, just something wilder in the eyes and the hair shape a bit messed-up. (static bristling or something else ?) I decided for something else when she put banknotes on the desk.
«Proofs, here they are ! »
Not 50, but $100… Interesting !
« They had condoms, but I feel dirty. I am dirty ! » She started to cry when I started to fuck her.
At AM 7, I was in the bathroom readying myself for a long day of meeting and of strenuous negociations. Just before leaving, I left a message on the desk near the dollars : « I will call you or leave a message at the front for this evening »
PM 5, I gave a call with no result and left a message to be transmitted : « We are invited by the president of our , now, partner company to a traditional restaurant for diner and entertainment. Be back at 6, leaving at 7 :30 »
PM 6 or so I arrived… and took my now usual dose of electricity in the hand. Yooki was in the bathroom having a shower. On the desk the stack of notes was still there, but somewhat different, I checked… $150. No comment !
When she got out from her shower, I had no question, just raising an eyebrow. No need to ask, she immediately said : « Lobby coffee shop ! But cannot be used to be paid ! I’m not a professional. »
« Does anyone care about your angst ? You did. I did not request . Taking the weight and the shame it is yours. You’re a whore, I’m proud of you ! You’re a slut and I love you, slut !»
As we were in Seoul for only three days she had few changes (at least few for a woman), I advised her to wear the same outfit than the previous night, underwear or not at her will. As the car will pick up us just out of the revolving door, no need to fear too much cold, just put on a coat and jump in the car.
At the said time, we were in the lobby. I saw the chauffeur I knew getting in, going to the front, I stopped him, showed with gestures we were ok. Without common language, he understood and smiled showing the front door where the big Hyundai was waiting. Not really used to Seoul and much less at night, I tried to understand the way : left when out of the Lotte Hotel, right just after the city hall, straight to a historical palace passing in front of the american embassy, then right, then left, passing what I thought to be the french cultural center… after that I gave up, too much turns in small streets and narrow alleys. The restaurant on the street had only two lights at the entrance, but was apparently part of a quite bigger traditional building.
Down from the car, we rushed to the door. Hot car, icy air, the door opened immediately, a breath of warmth hit us.
Three women in korean traditional bright coloured dress were there helping with our coats and our shoes not necessary in those premisses, then leading us to the room where the president and the General Manager of my now new partner distributor were waiting. Let’s call them respectively Mr Kim and Mr Park, name of almost half of the korean population.
Seated around the low table, legs crossed for the men, kneeling japanese style for Yooki, korean style (seated on the left foot the other knee having a higher position) for our four individual waitresses, dishes started to reach us in a seemingly non stop maner. Kimchi of all kinds, bulgogi (again) with its meats plates, soups , etc… What was new for us was that none of us was handling his/her metallic chopsticks, our waitresses were feeding us like mothers feeding their babies. Not a bad feeling at all !
Cuisine was perfect, the room was warm, glasses filled with Souju, everything was almost relax.
No common language : french between the President, Yooki and me : english or a simple japanese with the General Manager ; President or GM translating between us and the girls.
Just PM 11 (korean time ???) lights went off. The President said : «Don’t worry, it’s an usual blackout training, just in case the « north » attacked one day. Relax the young ladies will try to accomodate you for the best in the meantime.
Here I was really surprised when I felt a hand starting to caress my pants in a place that modesty forbid to name further and to focus on… but in the dark…
On my left, I hear Yooki’s voice, no less surprised, certainly been taken care by her attendant in bright green korean dress. But in that absolute night ! Every one was taking softone, I was hearing people moving around, changing place, in my particular case, I took prudently distance with the low table still full of dishes. Breathing sounds were having more volume in the dark, quicker than usual for Yooki, one of the koreans seeming to laugh as silently as he could. My hand was visiting the tradition impersonated by my waitress who was still busy with something rigid in me.
Time passing, the hour finished and light came suddenly back dazzling us for a while. In the collective move that brought us back near of the table, I noticed the unzipped trousers of Mr Park and the « a bit too high on the thighs » Yooki’s skirt.
Just before leaving, Mr Kim said with a huge smile : « Here it is one of the best traditional restaurant in Seoul, but I forgot to say that it is part of the most famous brothel. »
The next day, I had another day of commercial discussion and several visits of stores with Mr Kim, Mr Park and two salesmen. Nothing particular until I said : « My wife wants to thank you a lot : the cuisine was delicious and the service a dream. She’d like to go again the next time we comes in Seoul »
In the meantime, in the morning Yooki visited a Museum and two department stores the afternoon, eating in a restaurant of the hotel at midday time. She added : « I have been as good as gold today ! »
I did not proposed to go to the sky lounge, I replaced the « clients » without paying more than the mink coat.
p, trying on the coat for the last details and for her female like self satisfaction.
Rope
