#momo presenting herself as older and wiser

[alexiethymia]

a chain of headpats

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip - Pt 15: Masks

Before you knew it you were on your feet, and striding over to where Joy is standing with her back to you, sipping from her water bottle. You step up behind her, and place your hands on her hips.

The sudden contact startles her slightly, but she doesn’t resist for long - you could tell she almost expected it, and that she welcomed the feel of you pressed against her back. She leans back into you, and you take it as permission to wrap your arms closer around her torso, delighting in the feel of her bare midriff against your forearms.

“Maybe you can finish what you’ve started now,” you say, bringing your mouth to her ear and placing a soft kiss on the side of her neck. You don’t see her do it, but you can almost feel her lips curling into a smile.

The second you heard the door creak open, you knew it was trouble. At the moment, though, you didn’t know it would herald a fundamental change in your life.

The creaky front door, badly needing some lubrication or perhaps new hinges, announced the arrival of two young women into your apartment, shaking you from your quiet reverie as you and Sana shared breakfast on your kitchen table.

“Yeah, I dunno, I kinda prefer Lucky Charms over Frosted Flakes,” came the first female voice - a voice you were well familiar with, for it belonged to your girlfriend, Hirai Momo.

“Only losers prefer Lucky Charms,” came the reply from a younger voice - Chou Tzuyu.

“Well then I guess-”

Momo’s sentence is cut short as she and Tzuyu enter the kitchen to find you and Sana, the latter wearing only a long t-shirt of yours, having breakfast. Because fate had a sense of humor, Sana just so happened to be in the middle of a bite of Frosted Flakes.

It was one of those moments in your life when time stood absolutely still - the three women in your life that you had most recently had an intimate experience with, one your girlfriend, one more or less your part-roommate and part-ward, and the third a former flame - fate was, truly, an outright comedian. Sana and Momo stare at each other, their gazes drifting somewhere between surprise on Sana’s part and near contempt on Momo’s. Tense seconds pass in heavy silence.

“Sana,” Tzuyu says, showing remarkable composure in being the first one to actually say something, “Hisashiburi.”

“Hisashiburi,” Sana answers, her pronounciation slow, her eyes still locked on the older Japanese woman.

The teenager’s gaze drifts back and forth between Momo and Sana. She was young, but not dense; she knew something was going on here, even if she didn’t know the specifics or the history, and she knew that whatever it was, you and Momo had some talking to do about it.

“Sana, how is the Japanese office doing? Perhaps you can tell me about it in the living room, or something…”

“Yes,” Sana says, seeing an exit when it was shown to her, “I’d be happy to do that.”

Sana and Tzuyu scurry into the living room, the older girl holding down the short t-shirt that was the only article of clothing she was wearing in a vain attempt to cover more of herself.

As soon as the two young women have left, you stand up and begin to speak, only for Momo to cut you off.

“Don’t. Just don’t,” Momo says, her tone giving away a hint of hurt in addition to the outright anger she was only barely keeping from the surface. She gives you a look that cuts deep into your heart before turning and starting to leave.

You catch up with her in the hallway, and despite calling her name the woman keeps walking towards the elevator, only stopping when you grasp her upper arm. Momo twists her arm away from you - she had never done that before, never resisted your touch, and the knowledge of that hurt you deeply.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Momo spits, the anger and hurt mixed plainly on her face.

“Momo, it’s nothing. I had to tell Sana what happened at my meeting in Seoul with SM, and one thing led to another. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about that,” Momo says, crossing her arms, “I don’t give a shit who you fuck. God knows you’re living with a teenager that’s more or less a fuck buddy. But her!? She just tried to destroy us. Or did you forget about that after she batted her fucking eyelashes at you?”

“That’s not it, Momo. SM really used her, and threatened to-”

“I don’t care if they threatened to throw her off a bridge. She stole our tech. She betrayed us, and if it weren’t for some clever work on our part we’d be out on our asses. Our careers, and probably our lives, ruined. She committed a crime just to spite us. And you’re just going to forget about that? You’re-”

Momo stops mid sentence, her hand coming to cover her mouth as a look of realization appears on her features. More seconds pass in silence as Momo struggles to put words to the idea that had just made itself known, unwelcomed, in her heart.

“Do you… do you have feelings for her again?”

You open your mouth, ready to immediately deny her accusation. You want to tell her no, you didn’t have feelings for Minatozaki Sana, and that no, you were never did - but it takes a second - a split second - longer than you thought it would. Later you would wonder what exactly caused that momentary delay; but you knew what it was. Momo knew. You both knew. She caught it, caught that split second, and knew what it meant.

“Oh my god,” she says, “you… you have feelings for Sana.”

“Momo, I-”

“No. I… I knew you always did. I knew it,” Momo continues, her gaze cast downward and her head shaking slightly from side to side, eyes fluttering open and closed in a vain attempt to keep the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from spilling over. She takes small steps backward, as though she were physically repulsed by you. Her limbs quiver, and her voice shakes as she gives nervous voice to her realization.

“You only settled for me because she lived in Japan. I was easier. I work with you, and live just a few minutes away. And I was already in love with you. But you wanted her. You always have. I’m just a consolation prize...”

“Momo, stop. Stop this. Let’s sit down and talk-”

“No. No, I’m done talking. I’m done here,” she says as a single tear falls from her right eye. It takes an eternity to fall down her cheek, but when it hits her chin she finds the strength to say one final thing.

“...We’re done here.”

Hirai Momo turns and heads towards the stairs of the fire escape. You want to stop her, but your limbs do not respond to the orders of your brain, and you remain frozen, overwhelmed by weight of Momo’s last words and the meaning they carried.

You realize, as you stumble, defeated, back to your apartment, that Momo admitted she was in love with you. And this was how you found out; not during some romantic outpouring of affection, but as she was breaking up with you. The pain of it struck you hard, and you found yourself pressing your forehead against the wall of your hallway, your hands balling into fists as you cursed the set of circumstances that led you to losing most important relationship of your life.

---

“At least you’re racking up the frequent flier points.”

Park Choa’s observation shakes you from your quiet reverie, and you physically shake your head in an attempt to at least acknowledge her comment. You rub your brow with tense fingers in a vain attempt to ease your mind - you felt a headache coming.

“You look like hell, boss,” Choa adds, adding further insult to injury.

“Thanks, Choa,” you answer sarcastically.

The two of you are about four hours into the fifteen hour flight to Seoul. In an attempt to distract yourself from the afternoon’s events with Momo, you emailed Joy from Red Velvet using the email address she left in your jacket. She insisted that meeting up in person was the only way she would be willing to discuss just how she could help you, and so you found yourself hopping on the next flight out of town. You decided to bring Choa along to help translate, unsure of Joy’s fluency in English and knowing that Wendy probably wouldn’t be present - not that you wanted her to be there, anyway.

After filling her in on the history between Sana, Momo and yourself, Tzuyu, in another instance of appearing wiser than her years, called you out on it - she said that leaving for Seoul was simply running from your problems with Momo instead of dealing with them and perhaps salvaging your relationship. You preferred to see it as finding some time away to clear your head - not that you were particularly succeeding at it at the moment.

“It’s understandable. It’s been a pretty crazy month or so for you.”

“It’s been a pretty crazy year or so, more like,” you reply, drawing an understanding nod from Choa.

“Listen, boss,” she begins, “We should get this discussion out of the way before we land. You know it’s not usually my place to comment on your personal life. But Momo is one of my closest friends. And you have to admit, from her point of view, seeing you with Sana right after what she did to us in Taiwan doesn’t look good.”

“I know, I know,” you answer, trying in vain to rub your temples harder as if it would keep the impending headache at bay.

“I also know that she really had feelings for you. I think she’s was probably in love with you, to be quite honest. And I also know that if you really tried, if you both really worked at it, that you two can get over this. You’ll have to work your ass off to make it up to her, but if she really loves you - and I believe she does - you’ll both get over this.”

“I know,” you answer again, this time truly knowing that what Choa was saying was true. You found yourself being thankful once more that the young woman next to you was in your life. Not only was she a great colleague - she was an even better friend. She told you what you needed to hear, whether you liked it or not.

“I appreciate it, Choa,” you add, “and when we get back I’ll speak to Momo about this. Maybe we can work it out.”

“Good,” the girl replies with a smile, “now do you need a drink or something to help you sleep? Wine? Beer? A handjob?”

You chuckle out loud at her last suggestion, and the bright smile on Choa’s round, cute face brings a smile to your own.

“Thanks, but I think I can make do.”

“Good night, boss.”

“Good night, Choa.”

For the umpteenth time you lean your head back against the airplane head cushion and close your eyes. Mercifully, you eventually find your way to sleep.

---

“Why is she here?”

You knew enough about women to know that the look Joy gives Choa is one of complete and utter disdain.

“Choa is here to translate. I wasn’t sure of your fluency in English. We can continue this conversation in Korean, if you would be more comfortable in your native tongue.”

“I can speak English just fine, thank you very much,” Joy replies, giving you a sharp look. Her English is moderately accented, but she clearly had a good grasp on the language.

“Nonetheless, Choa is a valued colleague. She will stay,” you state, knowing without seeing that your defense of her has caused a smug smile to appear on Choa’s lips. At the very least, the two women clearly did not like each other and Choa’s presence would throw off any plans Joy might have had that centered around you being alone. You were happy to take any advantage you could get.

Joy lets out a disapproving snort through her nose. Turning away from the two of you, she takes a sip of the iced americano she had ordered from the small, mostly empty coffee shop the three of you had chosen to meet in.

“Let’s start with the basics. Why, exactly, do you want to help us?”

Joy doesn’t shift her gaze from whatever is capturing her attention outside. Perhaps she is on the lookout for SM spies who wouldn’t look kindly on her meeting with a potential target. Perhaps she is merely still annoyed at Choa’s continued presence.

“I have my reasons, and they’re my own.”

“That’s not good enough,” Choa spits, her voice carrying a sharpness that you weren’t used to seeing.

“I will tell you when and if I want to,” Joy answers, “and not before.”

“Fine,” you say, “then maybe you can tell us how exactly you can help.”

Joy smirks before finally turning her attention to you.

“I have complete access to Red Velvet’s private records. Video recordings, texts, emails, evidence of hacking, all of it.”

“And this will help us, how?” you ask.

“Red Velvet is into some shady shit,” Choa states, “isn’t that right, Joy?”

Joy lets another snort of annoyance out of her nose.

“Our division is dedicated to… convincing difficult industry opponents into making decisions that are beneficial to our company.”

“Through blackmail, extortion, hacking secure private servers, that kind of thing?” Choa hisses.

Joy frowns at Choa, her dislike for the older girl brimming to the surface, but she doesn’t answer.

“And it’s your job to seduce people, if that’s what it takes,” you say, knowing from the last time you met that Joy was clearly talented in that field.

“And you record the whole thing, and threaten to send it to wives and girlfriends,” Choa finishes.

Joy crosses her arms, anger evident in her soft features.

“I don’t have to sit here and take this,” she hisses through her teeth as she stands up from her chair, “I came here because I wanted to help you, but if all you’re going to do is insult me…”

“We’re sorry, Joy,” you answer, raising a hand up in a gesture of apology, “please. Sit down. You can understand why we’re suspicious of your intentions, surely.”

“I do,” Joy admits as she slumps back into her chair.

“If you want us to take you seriously, maybe you should tell us why you want to help us.”

Joy takes a moment to compose her answer. Her gaze returns to the window as she seeks answers in the relatively quiet side street of Seoul.

“I’m tired of it.”

The young girl takes a another sip of her americano before continuing. Her face is suddenly soft and vulnerable, the mask of fierce defiance she was wearing just moments earlier falling away to reveal a newfound softness you didn’t know she had.

“I’m tired of being… a tool for Irene and Wendy. They get all the glory and praise, but I do all the work. I’m tired of being… used.”

“And so by helping us, you get back at Irene and Wendy,” Choa says.

“And I get to leave this fucking life and start over,” Joy adds, “and move on from having to be a fucking company whore.”

Silence descends over the coffee table as you and Choa take the time to digest Joy’s statements. There is a sense of vulnerability that has come over the younger girl, her arms crossed defensively around her slim torso, as though protecting herself. Her features are grim but defiant as she continues to stare out the window - she looked tired, mentally and spiritually, if not physically.

“Providing us with Red Velvet’s data would give us some valuable ammunition,” you begin, “in case they continue to go after me or my team. We could threaten to release it, make it public, which Irene and Wendy would clearly want to avoid.”

“They would know that I gave you the data,” Joy says.

“How would they know that?” Choa asks.

“Our data is secure as fuck,” Joy answers, “and every single download or transfer of data is encrypted using a passcode that is specific to the members of Red Velvet. It’s not just virtual security, either - the data is fingerprint and retinal scan protected. I can download all of it, and give it to you, but they would know it was me.”

“And you want our protection afterward,” Choa finishes.

Joy doesn’t answer, only giving a slight nod of her head as confirmation.

You take a moment to weigh your options in your head. Having Red Velvet’s records would be an invaluable weapon, essentially ensuring continued protection against their attacks. It was too valuable an opportunity to pass up.

“We’ll protect you,” you state, “we can move you overseas, provide you with a new career, and ensure that you’re taken care of. But we’ll need the data first, and our IT specialist will need to give it a once over, before we can provide any guarantees.”

Joy gives another small nod of her head.

“This is a big risk for you,” Choa says, “I’ve heard of what Red Velvet can do to people who cross them. Why not just leave? Why go out like this?”

“You don’t understand,” Joy hisses under her breath, “You don’t know the things I’ve had to do to… secure the cooperation of certain industry figures. There are a lot of powerful men out there with disgusting desires.”

Joy’s eyes drift downward, as though unpleasant memories are making themselves known in her mind. You spare a glance at Choa, and notice that the aggressive exterior she had worn earlier on her features had disappeared and left a sympathetic look on her face.

“And I can’t just leave,” Joy adds, “you’ve seen what Red Velvet is capable of. If I left, they would release what I’ve done to the public. How could I move on and find another career, when everyone in the country knows what I did here?”

“We’ll take care of you,” you say, trying to reassure the young woman of your ability to do so. There is a sincerity in her look that convinces you of her desire to leave Red Velvet and better her circumstances.

There is quiet for a few long seconds, the three of you lost in your thoughts.

“We’ll have a flight ready for when you provide the data,” you begin, “It will be important to get you out of the country before they notice the download. You need to get your affairs in order, and get ready to leave. Choa can assist you.”

Next to you, Choa nods, a look of genuine sympathy on her face as she meets Joy’s gaze again - this time, with none of the animosity that marked their initial meeting.

“Thank you, but I won’t need her help,” Joy answers, “I’ve been getting ready for this for a long time. I’ve just been waiting for the opportunity. I can complete the transfer in a few hours at home, where I have secure remote access.”

“Good. Once you’ve downloaded the data, we can send it to Jeongyeon back home. She’ll decrypt it and verify that it’s what we need. We can have you on a plane 12 hours from now. Choa, you’ll make the arrangements?”

“You got it, boss.”

“I’ll go with Joy to her place and verify the download. Once Joy and I have the data, we’ll transfer it to Jeongyeon. Choa, you head back to the hotel, make the travel arrangements and get us ready to leave.. Once that’s done I want us on the next flight home.”

“Done,” Choa states, a look of determination on her face.

Nodding to Joy, the three of you leave the coffee shop.

---

Joy certainly wasn’t kidding when she said that she had been ready to leave for a long time. All of her worldly possessions, it seemed, were crammed into a single carry on sized travel suitcase. Next to it was a bright pink backpack with several toy charms attached to its straps - it seemed slightly out of place given Joy’s mature, reserved nature, but it served as a reminder that at the end of the day this was a young girl searching for a better life.

“I’ve started the transfer to your servers,” Joy says from the kitchen, where she has set up her laptop on the dining table, one of the few pieces of furniture still left in the otherwise empty apartment. You had to log into JYP’s private servers from Joy’s computer to allow the transfer to Jeongyeon.

“Good,” you state as you join her, “how long will it take?”

“Two hours and… fourty six minutes,” she answers, “I’m going to try and cover my tracks, but I’m not sure how effective it’ll be.”

You nod as you take a seat next to her, taking out your phone to send a message to Choa updating her on the status of the data transfer. Joy busies herself with something on her laptop, presumably related to the Red Velvet data she is transferring to JYP servers.

You watch in silence as she works, her features illuminated by the soft glow of the kitchen light and the brightness of her laptop monitor. The sounds of her fingers working on the keyboard are the only noise in the entire apartment.

“There’s water in the fridge, if you want,” Joy says, not looking up from her laptop.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you answer.

“I’d make you something to eat, but I got rid of most of my food.”

“How have you been eating?”

“Takeout, mostly. Or food at the office. We’re well funded, and that means catered meals.”

You nod to yourself as Joy continues to type away.

“This is a big risk for you,” you finally say after a minute or so.

“I know. But I’m done with this life. I’m tired of it.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“I… I’m sorry, by the way,” Joy says softly, her voice low.

“For?”

“For the last time you were here. My orders were to seduce you, do whatever it took to convince you to join SM. Even if it meant fucking you in front of Wendy and Irene.”

“It was kind of sick,” you say, “that they were willing to do that.”

“Now you see why I want to leave,” Joy agrees, finishing up whatever she was working on with a few more keystrokes. Seemingly satisfied with whatever she has completed, she leans back in her chair and lets out a sigh.

“At least now I see why you had no problem saying no,” she continues, “especially since you have hotter girls back home.”

The thought of Sana, Choa, and Tzuyu back home causes a slim smile to appear on your face, but the thought of the most important one of all - Momo - immediately wipes it from your lips.

“You’re gorgeous, Joy. If we’d met under different circumstances I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to resist.”

Joy smiles for the first time since you’ve met her, and it brought a little light into the dim kitchen. She stands up and goes to the fridge, presumably to grab a water bottle.

“I have to admit I’m a little jealous of them. Part of me is sorry I didn’t get to finish what I started.”

The tone of her words is alluring, to say the least, her voice suddenly soft and seductive as she bends to retrieve the bottle from the fridge. She is wearing a short button up cream blouse that leaves most of her midsection bare, and as her back is turned you take a moment to admire the beautiful curves of her waist and hips. The skintight jeans she is wearing only highlights her figure against the light of the open fridge door.

A part of you knows that you should be on guard, knows what this woman is capable of, what she literally does for a living. But after what happened with Momo, after the tenseness and seriousness of the past couple of days… you were tired of it all. You were tired of having to be on your guard all the time, tired of having to consider what other people wanted and what they needed from you. You wanted to indulge, wanted to simply take something for yourself without care for the consequences.

Part of you wanted to get Momo out of your head, and there was a perfect way of doing so right in front of you.

Before you knew it you were on your feet, and striding over to where Joy is standing with her back to you, sipping from her water bottle. You step up behind her, and place your hands on her hips.

The sudden contact startles her slightly, but she doesn’t resist for long - you could tell she almost expected it, and that she welcomed the feel of you pressed against her back. She leans back into you, and you take it as permission to wrap your arms closer around her torso, delighting in the feel of her bare midriff against your forearms.

“Maybe you can finish what you’ve started now,” you say, bringing your mouth to her ear and placing a soft kiss on the side of her neck. You don’t see her do it, but you can almost feel her lips curling into a smile.

Joy turns to face you, and passion ignites, uncaring of the circumstances that brought the two of you together again, uncaring of your respective histories, or the seriousness of the situation you both found yourself in. You both simply needed a respite from it all, and were happy to find it in each other, if only for the moment.

Your lips crash against each other, and within moments your tongues are exploring each others mouths, happy to discover new tastes and sensations. Your arms roam her body as she presses it against you, caressing the naked skin of her torso, your left hand moving downward to palm a full ass cheek, cursing the thin denim that is keeping you from her skin there. Your right hand is luckier, tracing a path up Joy’s back, under her blouse, delighting in the feel of warm, creamy skin beneath your palm.

Joy is impatient, unwilling to wait any longer than she had to to take this little liaison to the next level. She breaks your kiss to turn your body so that you are leaning against the kitchen counter, and almost immediately her fingers are working your belt. Before you know it your jeans have come undone, and without a moment’s hesitation she reaches between your bodies to grasp your quickly hardening shaft, pumping it up and down with slim fingers, until in just a few seconds you are at full hardness.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Joy says, the words a seductive hiss from her lips, “fucking use me. Use my body. However you want, as rough as you want. Use me. I want you to.”

It was certainly tempting, especially with Joy’s young, tight body pressed up against yours and a wanton look in her eyes; but there was a part of you that felt some sympathy for the girl, and the fact that being used was essentially what she had to do for a job she hated.

“No, Joy... this time, you can do whatever you want to do.”

There is some surprise in Joy’s eyes as your words sink in - she was obviously used to being taken, on having the will of others imposed on her when it came to sex. But her surprise quickly gave way to an alluring, seductive look, one that was only heightened by her biting her lower lip.

“...really?” she asks, still apparently unsure.

“Yes. You’ve always been told what to do. Now it’s your turn.”

Joy’s uncertainty turns to seductive allure as she licks her lips. Giving your shaft one last pump with her warm hand, she steps away from you before reaching for her own belt and drawing her jeans and tiny pink panties down her hips, bending at the waist to get the skinny denim off her long, slim legs.

Backing away from you, she hops up on the kitchen table and spreads her legs, revealing her glistening, juicy pussy.

“Eat me,” she says, the two syllables dripping with desire. Her eyes are half lidded and close momentarily as she takes one of her own fingers and draws it from the bottom of her slit to the top, swirling her fingertip against her clit.

You take a split second to admire the sight of the young woman revealing herself to you, but your patience doesn’t last long, especially as Joy lets a soft moan leave her lips as she continues to ready herself for you. In a few short steps you approach her and fall to your knees between her spread legs.

You take your time at first, planting light kisses on the soft, tender skin of her inner thighs, heightening her arousal even more if such a thing were even possible; Joy’s light gasps become longer, louder moans as your kisses slowly draw closer and closer to her core. Her right hand is bracing her weight on the table behind her, but her left hand has woven its way through your hair, slowly pressing it closer and closer to her pussy.

“Now… don’t make me wait… don’t tease… taste me.”

You did tell her, afterall, that you would do whatever she wanted, and so you begin your work by giving her a long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit to the very top, gathering a copious amount of her slick, sweet juices on the top of your tongue along the way. Joy lets a sharp gasp escape her lips, the hand on the back of your scalp pressing more incessantly on the back of your head.

You don’t give her any time to recover, and almost immediately after you finish your first lick you immediately dive in for another lick, re-tracing your path from the bottom to the top of her drenched lips, but this time you linger longer at the top of her opening, searching for and quickly finding the small, hardened nub of her clitoris with the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, fuck…” Joy says as you find the center of her pleasure, the warmth radiating from her crotch quickly flowing throughout her body as you continue to give her clit slow, considerate licks, enjoying the taste of her wetness beneath your tongue and the warmth of her soft thighs closing themselves around both of your cheeks.

The tightening of her thighs and legs around your face tell you that she is ready for more. You close your lips around her clit, as close as you can, and with some slight suction, increase the frequency of your licks, drawing an almost immediate response from the girl. Your hands are clutching the outside of her thighs, but you draw your right hand beneath her left leg and, with the tips of your fingers, you begin to tease her pussy lips, drawing your fingertips lightly up and down.

“Put them in,” Joy says, her words a soft hiss, “put them in me.”

You follow her orders, and you slip your middle and ring fingers inside her drenched opening, drawing the loudest moan of the night from the girl. As your fingers slowly penetrate deeper and deeper inside her, you maintain the pace the strength of the licks you are giving her clit, not giving her any time to recover.

Eventually you find a rough patch toward the front wall of her pussy, and the loud gasp that leaves her mouth tells you you have found the right spot - but you don’t stop, and as soon as you find it you begin to give it solid, firm strokes up and down with your fingertips. Joy is positively drenched now, her pussy leaking her sweet juices freely, staining your lips and chin as well as your palm.

“Oh god, keep doing that!” Joy pleads, “keep doing that… right there… right there… oh!”

Joy orgasms, and as she does so the entirety of her body shakes; the other women in your life may have quivered involuntarily, but Joy was different. Her entire body from head to toe is shaking, her thighs vibrating pleasantly against your cheeks. Interestingly, no sound leaves her mouth, although you know even without seeing that her mouth is wide open in a perfect “o”, her vocal chords unable to give voice to the pleasure wracking her senses.

For long seconds it is all you can do to hold her body down by her thighs as she shakes and quivers on the table. You slow your rhythm on both her clit and her g-spot, slowly giving her time to wind down from her high. Eventually she settles down enough, and she brings her left hand, which was originally digging almost painfully into your scalp, down to your cheek. She lifts up your head softly, and you take it as a signal to stop. You give her clit one last soft lick, savoring the sweet, oily slickness of her juices on your tongue one last time.

Joy lifts your head from her crotch, and you slowly draw your fingers from her body, eliciting a last soft gasp as they leave her tight lips.

“Sit down,” Joy says, motioning with her head at the chair next to the table. You take the opportunity to remove your bothersome pants and boxers, knowing what would come next.

She wastes no time, her recent orgasm giving her renewed strength as she hops off the table. To your surprise, Joy takes a quick moment to go to the small backpack of her things, retrieving a small, shiny pair of metal links - handcuffs.

Joy steps behind the chair where you are seated, and she reaches for both of your hands before placing them behind you and placing the handcuffs around your wrists, ensuring to loop them around one of the spines that formed the seat and backrest of the chair. You almost immediately try to move your hands, and you find that you are unable to move very far in the solid, metal restraints.

No sooner have you realized this than she is already straddling you, her legs spread around your hips. Reaching between your bodies, Joy grasps your painfully hard shaft, aiming it at her dripping opening.

“You’re mine now,” she says, her eyes locked unto yours, her face suddenly fierce and aggressive. It is a look that catches you off guard for a moment, given her soft and innocent demeanor.

You are worried for a second by the tone of her words, but you quickly have no more time for doubt given that the young woman was holding your shaft against her naked, drenched pussy. She lingers there for a moment, rubbing the head of your cock against her lips, allowing her juices to lubricate your head; you can feel the heat practically emanating from her, and the pleasure of it is intoxicating.

Finally, Joy shifts her hips downward, impaling herself on your shaft. The long, drawn out gasp that escapes both of your mouths is proof of the sharp spikes of pleasure emanating from your joining. You immediately want to use your hands to grasp her slim, tight torso, but you are unable to move them, your wrists straining uselessly in the handcuffs behind your back.

You expect Joy to take her time and savor the feeling of first penetration, and for a minute or two this is exactly what she does, grinding up and down slowly, taking your shaft in and out of her body. You look down to the wonderful sight of your drenched shaft drilling in and out between her splayed pussy lips, each thrust into her wet tightness drawing a soft moan from the girl as she continues to ride you.

“You’re so… so big,” Joy manages to gasp, “I… see why… those JYP girls like you so much.”

“And you’re… so fucking wet, Joy.”

You weren’t lying - she was certainly one of the wettest girls you’ve been with, on par with Choa, perhaps. You savor the feeling of her pussy as she continues to ride her, and you watch intently as her face is wracked with pleasure, her eyes closing and mouth open.

You press your face against her slim beige tank top, and she immediately takes the hint, taking a moment to quickly undo the buttons keeping the top together at the front. As soon as the buttons are undone she almost tears the garment off her, and the small skin color bra she is wearing beneath that soon joins it on the floor as she is finally fully naked.

As soon as her breasts are exposed you dive in, so to speak, immediately capturing her left breast in your mouth and sucking more forcefully than you thought you would on her nipple that is already tight and hard with arousal.

“Yes!” Joy moans, the soft sound almost a shout as it leaves her lips, “suck on me… suck on me!”

Joy apparently loved the attention you were giving her breasts, and as if to reward you she begins to ride you faster, pumping her body up and down with increasing speed, your shaft pistoning in and out of her hot, tight pussy as the young girl bounces up and down on your lap.

“Oh god… I… I feel it… You feel so good!”

You tear your mouth from her left nipple and quickly switch to her right breast, capturing the hard bud between your lips and sucking hard.

“Oh yes! Like that!”

You would anything to free your hands and palm her soft, warm mounds with your fingers, but your hands can do nothing but strain uselessly against the handcuffs behind your back. Almost out of frustration, you suck even harder on Joy’s nipple, drawing an even louder moan from the girl as her pussy begins to tighten even more around your shaft, the first sign of her impending orgasm.

“I… I’m gonna cum soon,” Joy announces, the tightening of her hot, warm walls around your shaft proof of her words as she continues to bounce up and down on your lap.

You lift your head from her warm chest to stare directly at her, and are delighted to find her staring back at you with flushed features, her cheeks almost pink, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

“Look at me when I cum,” Joy orders, and you only have a few seconds to wait before she orgasms again, her body absolutely wracked with pleasure as she begins to quiver just as she did during her first orgasm. Her body is shaking almost violently, and for a moment you wonder if she’s okay, but the intensity in her eyes as she struggles to keep eye contact with you is enough sign to convince you that she is not only okay - she is in absolute bliss.

Joy finally breaks eye contact to throw her head back, involuntarily arching her back and pressing her supple young chest out at you. You take the opportunity to lick her cleavage, enjoying the salty taste of her sweat on her soft skin amidst the soft pulsing of her pussy walls around your cock as they slowly wind down from orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, that was so good,” the young woman gasps as she finally comes down from her high, looking at you once again, bending slightly to cup your face in her hands and draw you into a deep kiss, one borne out of gratitude for sending her to such a peak of pleasure.

“It’s your turn,” the young woman says softly, “I can tell you’re already close. Where do you want to cum?”

You are about to answer before you remember that this evening was all about letting Joy do whatever she wanted.

“I’ll cum wherever you want me to,” you answer, looking directly at her and seeing the enraptured glint in her eyes at your words. She brings her mouth to your left ear before whispering.

“I came in your mouth… it’s only fair you cum in mine.”

Joy slowly lifts her body from yours, and you watch as your shaft slowly appears from between her tight lips, every inch of it absolutely drenched with her juices. Joy quickly drops to her knees, and within moments she is taking your shaft into her mouth.

You curse again that your hands are tied behind your back, as you would want nothing more than to grasp the back of her head as she bobs her head up and down your length. You content yourself with closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of your shaft as it slips in and out between her lips, her tongue swirling around your length and around your head.

“I’m gonna cum soon, Joy,” you admit, her riding earlier bringing you already close to the brink, and her quick oral work threatening to push you over the edge.

“Mmmmm,” she answers, her mouth filled with your cock and unable to form full words. Whatever she said, it didn’t really matter - all that mattered to you was that she was quickening her pace and bringing you to the very edge of orgasm.

She lets you linger there, for just a split second, before she takes you into her mouth one last time, and the feel of her wet mouth smothering your shaft and soft tongue swirling around your cock head drives you to finally, mercifully, cum.

You gasp louder than you were expecting as your orgasm overtakes your senses and you send hot, warm semen shooting from the tip of your cock and into Joy’s waiting, ready mouth, the thick liquid coating the back of her throat as you send stream after stream of it into her willing body. You force every drop of it out of you - you want her to have every single drop of it, want it to coat the back of her mouth and throat.

You feel Joy gag slightly as the thick liquid hits the back of her throat, and you are more pleased than you would care to admit to see thick streams of pearly cum appear from around the corners of her lips, evidence that it was a little too much for her to handle.

“Mmmhmm!” Joy moans around your shaft, the vibrations only serving to raise the pleasure even further. You force the last few streams of semen out of your shaft as you finally wind down from the orgasm, and you similarly force your eyes open to watch as Joy slowly lets your spent cock leave her wet mouth.

She gives your cockhead one last lick with a tongue that is clearly stained white with semen, more of it flowing down her chin. She opens her mouth briefly to show you that it is painted thickly with your cum, before closing her lips and swallowing. It takes her two gulps, but when she is done, she opens her mouth again to show you she has swallowed it all. With thin fingers she cleans up her cum stained chin, scooping up the precious fluid and licking it off her fingers like a delicacy.

“Delicious,” she says, the word never sounding so lustful as it did right then.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” you admit, as Joy finally rises from her knees and makes her way behind you, “now can you get these things off me?”

You work your wrists around in a show of resistance, knowing that Joy was probably already on her way to retrieve the keys from her backpack.

You let her take her time, savoring the post-orgasm bliss as your tense muscles finally relax. You hear what was probably the bathroom door open and close, and are disappointed that Joy decided to go to the bathroom before letting you out of your restraints.

When she returns, she approaches you from behind, and lets her hands rest on your shoulders. She bends slightly to bring her mouth to your right ear.

“Thanks for logging in through my computer and giving me complete access to the JYP servers,” she says, her voice a low whisper.

You are about to turn your head to ask her what it is that she’s talking about, when you feel a sharp prick on the side of your neck. You have only a few seconds to realize that it is a needle, and that Joy has injected something into you. You struggle vainly against the handcuffs that have restrained your arms behind your back, but you already know it is a losing cause.

“Remember what I said earlier-,” she says, her voice containing an edge you hadn’t heard from her yet that night, “...you’re mine.”

Your last thought before you black out is to curse yourself for having fallen into a trap.