by Asia Olanna
“There’s nothing we can do about it,” I said.
And then I heard a crack.
We were off.
Bit-na and Hae-il were rolling the bag across the ground, and me and Jong-soo’s asses slapped against the hard pavement, rocks clattering against our bodies.
I flinched. It sounded as if our eardrums were struck with the actual instruments of war, swords and gunfire.
Jong-soo put his hands over my ears. I did the same for him. We rattled back and forth together, shaking violently, until we hit the inside of the dock terminal, the wheels rolling gently and gracefully up escalators and tile flooring.
“We’re in,” Jong-soo said. “We’re in the checking station. There shouldn’t be too many people this time of year. I think most tourists will prefer airplanes.”
“How long do you think it will take for us to get through security and stuff?”
Jong-soo shrugged. “It could take us a couple of hours. Or it could just be an hour. Or it could be several minutes. I’m not really sure.”
All we could do was sit in the darkness and…
Wait.
Wait for the beginning of a new life abroad.
Or for more terrors to begin.
JONG-SOO
We sat together for what seemed like an eternity.
Scrunched inside the bag, neither me nor Henrietta had any comfort.
We contorted ourselves into a myriad of positions, what felt like twenty thousand.
We were playing a game of pretzel, my arm underneath her leg, her leg over my shoulder, my hand against her breast.
“I don’t mind your hand there,” she said, giggling.
I shushed her, smiling. “Don’t make too much noise. Other people might get suspicious.”
From the outside, there came a ruckus.
The beating of hands.
A signal that Bit-na and Hae-il were giving to us.
The bag opened up a crack. Bit-na’s eye swam up against the zipper hole. She whispered, “I don’t want to hear any more noise from you guys. We’re about to enter security.”
“How much more time?” I said.
“That doesn’t matter. It’s been about an hour. You’re going to be inside there for a lot longer, so get used to it.”
I sighed.
It was true enough, and, well, there wasn’t much we could do.
This was the situation we had on our hands, the plan we formulated and had to carry out.
“Just be as comfortable as you can be,” Bit-na said, smirking. Then she zippered the bag up.
I knew Bit-na reveled in the idea of us crammed together. She especially wanted Henrietta to be in pain.
I didn’t get why she hated Henrietta so much though, other than her privilege of as an American.
I think she was jealous of her “easy” life abroad.
The concept of Americans in Korea was that everyone in the United States lived a fabulous lifestyle, easy and without struggle.
That’s because of the image brought to us by popstars and Hollywood. By the handsome politicians in the media, and by virtue of all of the talk about NASA or big investments on Wall Street.
America had all sorts of attention in a way Korea did not. We were like primitives compared to them or at least that’s how I thought.
Of course, the way we in Korea showed ourselves was high fashion, haute couture to the world. That’s how Henrietta—and fans like her—saw me.
“Don’t mind Bit-na,” I said. But I was only giving platitudes to Henrietta. I would have to figure out how the two of them could get along if we were going to get back at Oh-seong. We couldn’t be like this all the way for three days and some.
“I’ve tried asking her why she doesn’t like me,” Henrietta said. “But it’s whatever. I’m not a child anymore. I really don’t care if that bitch doesn’t.”
I smirked. “So that’s how you see her, eh? She is one. I don’t like her either, like I said. We just need to keep an eye out for her movements.”
There were more hands on the bag again, tapping and rattling and making noises. Hae-il and Bit-na. Me and Henrietta stayed quiet then, smiling at one another, like we were holding a secret inside of ourselves, away from the rest of the world.
Like little children.
I kept my voice down low, to the point where I only mouthed words. “Just listen to what’s going on.”
We heard a hush of voices outside of the bag. Hae-il in a low grunt. Bit-na, playing the role of a bimbo traveler with her husband in tow. They talked together with another man, probably an official. I heard the sounds of dark discussion.
The kind you might hear at a street corner with a drug dealer.
Someone exchanging hands, lots of money, a sort of secret password. An acknowledgment between two parties that something was going on.
Something that shouldn’t.
“We’re in,” I said. The lights between the zipper teeth of the bag flourished inside. I saw Henrietta’s face, the way she seemed momentarily alert, then drowsy, as if checking out from reality.
What was she thinking? I held her chin, touched her curvaceous neck. Let my hands go down her shoulders, the back of her body.
I woke her up with my touch, my darling touch, in the way I knew how to please women.
“Don’t be scared,” I said, the lights passing overhead. “We’re almost done with this.”
HENRIETTA
I didn’t know whether I was about to faint or not. I think Jong-soo could tell though, by the way he was calming me down. He had his hands all over my body, but not in a sexual way, in a comforting, soothing manner.
As if he knew deep down inside by reading my face and my eyes and my body language what was going on with me.
Anxiety, anger, confidence.
Confidence in the future, anger at Oh-seong, anxiety at being caught.
What was I doing here?
Was this really right?
Latasha would’ve surely called me a loser, right?
I shook my head.
Why was I even thinking of her? I told Jong-soo that Bit-na did not matter to me. She was being a child.
I sighed.
Jong-soo’s hands moved underneath my ass and my breasts, my chin.
Then he played his lips against mine, like a gentle and soft waves of the ocean, lapping up my saliva, pressing his tongue deeply into me.
I closed my mouth around his, kissing him back. I nodded, understanding that I had to stay quiet.
To make any sort of noise would…
Give us away.
And I did not want to have Bit-na’s wrath in my face. I imagined her screaming, shouting at me for ruining everything.
She had the same kind of anger that I did.
Maybe against this Oh-seong man who wronged her? Jong-soo had hinted at this idea in passing, here and there. From what I picked up in half-Korean.
“I think it’s safe to talk now,” Jong-soo said, looking up into the outside world through the zipper teeth. “Yeah, it’s definitely much safer now.”
I relaxed immediately.
A rush of pleasure struck my head, the center of my mind. As if I had been suffocated, and then someone finally let go of my throat.
I rested against Jong-soo’s chest, my legs uncomfortably stretched beneath me. I moved around in the bag, suffocating on the warm air.
“Put your mouth against the hole,” Jong-soo said, pressing my head towards the zipper opening that they had left behind for us to breathe by.
I inhaled as much oxygen and fresh air and nitrogen and everything else as best as I could.
“We’ll be able to have more room in a moment,” Jong-soo said.
“How do you know?” I said.
“Because after taking us into the holding container, we can open up the bed, and stretch ourselves for real.”
I waited for that precious feeling of freedom.
I only needed that: to feel like we were making headway.
And when I
heard a bang—a door opening—and the slam of my ass against steel and metal, I knew we were inside the hull.
Of the ship.
Of the future I imagined.
JONG-SOO
I held onto Henrietta, but I didn’t want to strangle her.
Our legs and our limbs were falling asleep. Seriously, it was getting cramped inside the bag.
So looking at the hole in the bag, I undid the zipper, bit by bit, until both me and Henrietta could flop out with our bodies against the ground.
Like a fish out of water, Henrietta slouched to the side, pressing her legs against her chest. All around us were other tall boxes and crates, stacked high and neatly.
Beneath us were other bags, stacked luggage, purses, steel toolboxes, maybe weapons? I didn’t know what the ship carried, but it seemed to be an assortment of humanity’s possessions. We were on a hill of perfectly arranged objects, specifically placed near the door.
It looked like our gambit paid off.
“How are you doing?” I said.
“As best as I possibly can considering the situation at hand.”
“What should we do now?” Henrietta said. She was eager to get out.
“We’re going to have to stay in here until it’s time for them to come and get all of the bags out to the different rooms. Some people carried their luggage. Some people didn’t. So we’re going to have to go inside the bag again and wait until they bring us out back to Bit-na and Hae-il.”
“Okay,” Henrietta said.
“It’s not like there’s anything we can do.”
“No,” she said, pressing her knees against her chest. “There isn’t much we can do it all except—oh, I have an idea. Something to pass the time.”
I glanced at her in the darkness, wondering what she had in mind.
She seemed deviant, her mouth curling up into a smile.
All of her teeth glimmering in the blackness, her ebony skin shimmering like moonlight.
She had a glow to her, a wanting and needing glow.
“Something to make me feel better,” she added.
I had no idea what was going on.
Until she pressed her hand up against my cock. I was flaccid, but she kept rocking back and forth with a tightening fist. She shuttled her hand down against the tip of my eye, until I straightened up, my pants having no more room.
“I have an idea,” she said again.
HENRIETTA
He had gotten hard so fast, I wanted to laugh.
Men!
They could be so predictable.
Now, you’re probably thinking to herself: how could anyone give a quickie to somebody else in such dire straits? Weren’t you scared? Weren’t you worried about being caught?
I figured we were already on the verge of being caught at any moment. And that I was already taking a huge risk with my life. Also, that Bit-na and Hae-il were not going to simply let me go for free. Even then, neither would Jong-soo.
I was a liability.
I could blabber to anyone, so I thought, why not have some fun? The times were difficult. You do things you normally wouldn’t under stress. And I was under a lot.
Plus I needed to brighten my world up, bring in some pleasure and fun. This was Korea, after all.
Jong-soo’s cock twitched in my hands. I groped it up and down, pumping it harder and harder, feeling his ball sack, gently bringing my hands up to his chest.
Before in bed, he had been in control of the antics. But now, I felt him, and touched his muscles, feeling all the way down to his Adonis belt, undoing his pants, touching his boxer briefs. His hard and wet cock, how it stretched longer in my hands.
And then I bent down, my knees wobbling to the floor.
I’ll admit: I’ve always wanted to suck his cock. And I’ve always loved being down on the ground, servicing a man bigger than me—and this man had already eaten me out!
That was enough for me to return a favor.
Stranger or half-stranger.
“No teeth,” I said, winking at him. “Or do you like that?”
Jong-soo winked back at me and shrugged. “Whatever you want to do. I trust you and your lips.”
I wrapped around his cock, gently touching with my tongue the tip and eye, going all the way across the length of his main vein, down until I could swallow his whole shaft.
I pressed my hands against the back of his thighs, feeling his hamstrings, his muscular strength. The way he flexed whenever I sucked, the way his muscles tightened up in a momentous occurrence, as if all of him couldn’t control being under my spell, these lips I knew how to move and maneuver around gently.
I brought back my tongue against the tip, and now I shuttled my mouth along his shaft, bringing my throat up and down, swallowing him all the way.
Jong-soo groaned, and moaned, and I did the same, inhaling and exhaling against his trimmed pubic hairs.
I gripped his ball sack, massaging his meat, feeling underneath for his taint. Then I reached back for his legs, and sucked all the way down my throat, his cock, his essence of pre-come spilling into my stomach.
I swallowed like a conveyor belt, every droplet, every ounce of pre-come down and down and down.
Jong-soo’s body tightened up, seized together, gripping my hair, pulling me against him. I moaned, using my other hand to massage my clit.
I splayed my legs out, suddenly taken away by my ecstasy, my brain throbbing with euphoria and orgasmic pleasure.
“Jesus,” Jong-soo mumbled. “Your mine,” he said. “I’m going to protect you as much as I can from Hae-il. The way he looks at you sometimes…”
My eyes widened. I sucked harder and harder. I did not know that Hae-il was looking at me. I did not catch him so much as wanting me.
I brought my lips to the edge of his cock again. Then I said, “Do you see him as competition?”
Jong-soo grinned. “It’s been going on for a while. Sometimes I think he’s a little bit jealous of me. I was the one to run the Double Dragons. To flex my strength.”
I nodded. He was a strong man. Running his own business. His singing business, the underground business. I respected him for that. Because he wasn’t a bad man to me.
Saving my life?
Taking care of me?
Pleasuring me?
Making sure that every step of the way I was safe?
He was going to help me escape to America, help me get my revenge.
Yes, girl. He was a good man.
I hugged his legs, licking underneath his cock. Then I sucked and kissed the shaft, going down over his bulbous tip.
“I’m yours,” I said.” You can protect me all you want from Oh-seong or Hae-il or any man.”
Jong-soo flexed his cock, grinning even wider now. “Yes, we’ve been going back and forth at it. I’m pretty sure he’s always wanted to be in control of the Double Dragons. But he could just never do it…”
I brought my lips against the eye, and kissed it, a string of pre-come sticking to the edges of my mouth.
I licked and swallowed all of the white sperm, and then deep-throated Jong-soo, pounding him with my mouth, going all the way until he pressed his hand against my shoulder, and said, “I’m about to… I’m about to come!”
I shuttled harder and harder, slamming my throat down so deep, I thought I might literally eat the rest of his dick.
My face was planted against his pelvis. I closed my eyes, the warmth of his pre-come dribbling in gushes like a river into my stomach.
And then I felt the pulse, a huge blast of come drench my stomach, pulling away from his body.
Suddenly another pulse blasted out, contractions at the base of his cock, steady. He shook and shivered, writhed in place.
“Christ,” he said, “I’m coming.”
His cock shot me with ecstasy and euphoria. Splattering my face.
I buckled down, grabbed at his balls, and fell backwards.
Now Jong-soo’s cock hung over my head, and God, he was hung.<
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