0 comments/ 37023 views/ 0 favorites The Performance By: its Leslie The sign said special performance tonight. Admittance was to ticket holders only; tickets on sale now. There was nothing overtly special sounding about that admittedly; just a celebrity performance in all likelihood. Advance ticket sales were average, the place was not going to be crowded though. It was a Thursday additionally, not a full business crowd. Business was always best naturally enough Friday and Saturday. The show was due for opening at 10 at the earliest. Patrons began to arrive at the nightclub at the normal opening hour 9 at night, and the buzz was all about the mystery dancer. It looked like the patronage was to be 30 customers tonight. 3 girls were already in attendance. Regulars, they went through their usual routines; a dance maybe two songs, then they retired to do personal performances while another went through her routine. They were attractive looking, but it was apparent the clientele was waiting only for the special performance dancer. Tips were suffering and the 3 regulars were not overly happy with that. Then 10 o'clock arrived, and with a big fan fare the stage lights went into full tilt and everyone got a bit more attentive. Even the 3 regular gals were watching. It had become clear even they were somehow not in the know who was appearing. The "special" dancer had not been in the regular change room that evening. "Let's all give a big show of appreciation for Venus" came the greeting as the stage announcer announced her appearance over the microphone. A strangely erotic, somehow unbelievably pleasing tune began to play. Several of the patrons began to experience stirrings in their crotches; one man was totally aroused although only he knew that currently. The spotlight centered on the opening of the curtains at the back of the stage. A shapely leg poked out through the opening. Cheers broke out from several voices. Then a woman of unearthly beauty broke through and entered onto the stage. She was wearing soft flowing garments. They were all fine light wisps of flowing semi sheer fabric. The colours made of various shades of white and off white. Multi layered and promising to take time to remove. Slowly she began to dance around the stage. Every movement she made was pure poetry in motion. Every action a carefully measure movement. She danced closely to each man that sat around the edge of the stage. And at this point there was no longer room for more than the 10 men already seated there. The hooting and hollering had died away. The men now sat completely transfixed by her performance. And it could be said there wasn't a soft cock sitting at the stage at this time. Several men had already nervously adjusted themselves. The dancer possessed a hypnotic effect. She danced in front of one man then onto another, keeping them all devoted to enjoying her motions. Slowly her garments were disappearing. Several men had been granted the thrill of having them draped upon them as she passed by. Her body was becoming increasingly visible now that she had lost most of the barriers to her charms. She possessed modest proportioned breasts that swayed a small amount when she moved. Her bottom was a pleasing sight and she gained appreciative comments when she made a point of thrusting it at a patron's direction. Finally it happened, the last garment fell, and her beguiling beauty was completely unleashed. She danced a most provocative dance. She emulated motions that could not be mistaken for intent. Her actions had every man at stage side uncomfortable. And then she did what was completely unexpected. She directly acknowledged a patron and bid him stand up. He did her bidding, and promptly displayed the considerable bulge in his pants. "Oooooohhhh thank you, you are sooo kind" she cooed to him knowingly looking purposefully at his obvious erection. That has to be uncomfortable though" she giggled. "Ahh yeah it is a bit, this doesn't normally happen here actually" he stammered. "I normally have a bit of self control, but damn you are beautiful miss". "I have the solution you need sugar" she smiled. Take out your cock and let me see clearly how much you like me". He complied without even thinking about it. Pulling down the zipper on his pants he reached in and allowed his almost fully erect cock to proudly reach the remaining length of its potential now that it wasn't constrained. "I know you need to masturbate dear, and I want to see you do that too". With no hesitation the patron gripped his shaft and began to slowly stroke his cock. It promptly displayed the small bead of moisture that showed he was fully primed at that point. He looked on her with lustful intent. She went back into her dance and danced suggestively for him then the others. All this time the man stood there enjoying a level of freedom that pleased him more than he thought possible. "Ooooh come on guys, is it just him that can show me how good I am doing for you? Surely you all want to join him don't you?" Several men began to pull down zippers as a collection of erections sprouted around the stage. All 10 men had complied and were now sitting masturbating freely or had stood to proudly demonstrate how they were completely enthralled by hers charms. In the room several other men had also taken the chance to remove stiff cocks from there pants and were watching and enjoying the relief. The sight was unlike anything the other three regular dancers had ever experienced. This was naturally unprecedented behaviour. Totally beyond the normally acceptable realm of public performance in this sort of establishment. Yet there was no alarm or reaction being given. The dancer kept dancing. She had been dancing now for an unknown span of time. The music looped somehow or it just didn't end. No one was able to tell. Three men completely caught up in the moment had completely removed their pants. One was standing pumping energetically his balls swinging madly as his hand worked its magic on his cock. One man had gone up on stage and crouching was quite into his actions. No one was ordering drinks or otherwise engaged in any action that was not directly involving watching the mysterious vision on the dance floor. The bartender much to his own surprise had even succumbed to the scene; his pants lowered to his ankles and his own proud erection enjoying the display. Intently the woman danced around the dance floor dancing a dance that had the 3 regulars impressed. She was just so damn good. She had now been performing for 20 minutes and her actions were pushing men to the heights of arousal. She brazenly encouraged them, and bid them strip nude for her. The men around the stage were beyond concerns of personal shyness at this point. Articles of clothing were rapidly being shed by all 10 men attending the dancer. Then when she had the pleasure of being surrounded by 10 nude men fully excited beyond belief, she went to the next level of her mysterious plan. She took them past the point of no return and instructed them to serve up their pent up loads for her. This was resisted for a moment, the men being unable to understand just what it was she was really asking for. Then she adopted a posture that was explicit and with a waggling finger motioned a man to her. The man leapt to the challenge. He accepted her boldly positioned charms and took her in a doggie style position, gasping as his cock slid into what was to his face sheer ecstasy. This was the opening of the flood gate. Another man stood in front of her as she knelt on all four limbs and offered himself to her willing mouth. She swallowed him in a fashion that appeared magical and his legs almost buckled under him. The others contented themselves with attending her at her sides. This was a temporary matter as almost all 10 men were well past the need for extensive effort. Meanwhile in the rest of the bar the sexually intoxicated patrons had similarly succumbed to the extravagant environment. The three regulars were doing lap dances that were hardly lap dances. All 3 were in fact impaled on the cocks of patrons who were more than willing. One girl was riding facing outward and aggressively sucking on another's cock as she rode her first customer. Then the first man to enter the dancer moaned loudly as his last thrust was made and he unleashed a warm torrent of male seed into the waiting charms of his mount. She was busy though as her mouth was suddenly flooded by a full burst of a second flood of warm syrupy cum. Then in an erotic cascade the other 8 men began to ejaculate streams of cum at the dancer bathing her in burst after burst of thick goo. Men shot on her over a span of several minutes flushing out all their desire onto her glistening body. In the main room the 3 regulars were also having men cum loudly into their pussies. The one girl also having her face painted in a satisfying jet of thick white cum. This was eventually followed by each and every male in the room. Every cock was losing its load into a woman, on a woman, or freely onto the floor with complete abandon. Even the bartender a normal male had lost his load, in spite of having been around nude women so many years. His leaned with glazed eyes at the bar as his emptied his balls onto the floor at his feet. The room was full of the sounds of moans of pleasant relief, as the music died away. Then the music was gone and the dancer in a seductive voice granted all the men a final smile and slowly faded from sight, just a wisp of smoke left with her passing. Several minutes passed by oddly quiet. Then the men began to return to a more logical frame of mind, to all discover to their mutual unease that they had all performed to the exclusion of the wildest imaginations. Men sheepishly began to wipe off the remains of their loads and begin to dress. Many murmurs began to circulate the room. No one had any idea where the woman had gone. The men on the stage all confirmed that she had never actually left, but had merely vanished. All that was known of her was her name "Venus". The Performance The strobe lights flashed in a frantic, seizure-inducing tempo in tune with the thrumming bass, and the sea of people was a black, shapeless mass occasionally lit up to reveal elated faces. I shouldered my way through the crowd, right at the base of the center stage. I was a bit overdressed with my suit and tie, but I hadn't initially planned on being there. We were supposed to go to the opera, my friend Zane and I. But then I passed by the concert hall for H.I.P. (a.k.a Human Instrumentality Project) and I had to get a ticket. I think Zane understood. Blinding lights and geysers of smoke accompanied the final act of the Korean pop band as they sauntered up and down the several catwalks that jutted out from the main stage and put them right above the crazed fans. Their outfits were sparkly black bodysuits that glittered like fireworks under the stage lights and made them look like part of the special effects ensemble. The cheering was almost as loud as the music. Almost. Men as well as women jumped up and down, waving glow sticks as H.I.P. members passed them from a stone's throw away. I bumped into a chubby guy with glasses and he gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I was so dressed up, and then returned his gaze to the women above. I flinched when he screamed his adoration upwards and nearly burst my eardrum. The girls glittered under the lights as they sashayed through walls of smoke and a sea of colors. It was epic, with a constant bombardment of senses as they went up and down each catwalk, moving their legs in prim and calculated steps. This act was very different from their usual; it was more edgy, a little more electronic, and honestly, a bit erotic. Usually their acts were girly and colorful, but not tonight. I did not like the strange arousal I felt; it was like their act was a vindication of all the impure thoughts that my have crossed fans' heads up until now. I mean, there weren't that many thoughts. ***** I stood outside later, trying to get a hold of Zane. He was not picking up and it was hard to even hear his voicemail message over the roar of people outside. Even though I had made my way to the exit before the last Instrumentality Project girl was off the stage, there was still a giant crowd outside, no doubt awaiting the group's departure to their tour bus. It was parked not too far away, with an armada of black cars flanking it. Alongside the vehicle was a silver glittering poster depicting the visage of all seven girls, grinning and less sultry than what I had just seen on stage. Some of them looked almost like completely different people. Especially Catherine, one of the band's forefront members, who tonight suddenly looked like a downright dominatrix, but printed on the side of the bus appeared in her usual sweet-and-bubbly countenance. Then there were others that were recognizable on the spot, like MiHyun, who couldn't hide her thin, expressionless mouth or her elfish ears poking out of her long hair, no matter what her makeup or wardrobe was. And then there was Dae, the oldest, who usually rocked a shoulder-length haircut and had the air of a sensuous and self-assured leader-figure, always pursing her lips in a sly and knowing smile. She was my favorite. Okay, I admit it, I have a favorite. I guess I am in deep enough to be considered a fan. As if showing up to a monumental concert in their hometown wasn't "fan" enough, even if that itself was incidental. I think self-consciousness was actually the reason I dipped out early. I'd never be the first to publicly admit being a huge follower of H.I.P., despite their obvious male fanbase. Nevertheless, I felt embarrassed there. It's like beating off and then discovering how ridiculous you are, standing there naked with a mess in front of you and some crazy shit on your computer monitor. Not that I've done that. In fact, I don't even like mentioning H.I.P. and masturbation in the same sentence. I don't even want to think about it. Let's pretend the two weren't just associated. So I was standing right at the tail-end of the bus, typing a message to Zane, when the roar of the fans grew a few decibels. I looked up and saw people pour forward like a tide. And then a string of impeccably-dressed men came from the auditorium and filed towards me, motioning at the crowd and clearing a path for where the girls would no doubt come through. The men were not uniformly dressed, but most of them wore a black three-piece suit and tie, not looking too far off from the cliché men-in-black trope. There were a few in brown blazers, maybe managers or some other higher-ups. A black man, standing out from the crowd, eased down the line wearing a casual open sport coat. He hollered at a guy with a camera who was stepping into the cleared area to line up a shot. I looked back down at my phone to finish my message, but the people on either side of me were jostling me now. A guy to my left straight plowed into me so he could see, and I dropped my phone. The look on his face was priceless. I may have been scowling; he sure did piss me off, but he was scared right then as he looked me up and down and assessed from my suit that I must not one to be messed with. With an embarrassed tremble, he nodded to me and I picked up my phone and resumed my text message. Another roar came. And camera flashes this time. I hit "send" and put my phone away as two of the H.I.P. members hurried down the line. I recognized Dae right away. The other one was SoYun, who had short hair like her but not nearly the same presence. They were out of their get-ups and back into street clothes, Dae wearing super-short black shorts and a frilly blouse, and SoYun wearing slacks and a similar, airy top. Even dressed down, they looked fabulous. The crowd went nuts, as if the Pope had just appeared, and the girls walked the line. SoYun stared straight ahead and looked sort of zoned out, though there was a faint smile on her face, probably a polite, pre-programmed one. Dae, though, was wearing a legit smirk, and she scanned the crowd casually as she made for the bus, Then they both disappeared into the vehicle and the crowd died down again. It was a couple minutes before the next group came through. This time it was three girls, dressed even more casual. The crowd didn't react any less excited, though. In fact, they were even more rambunctious now, maybe because there were three group members instead of two. The guy who had bumped into me early shuffled around me and jumped up and down to try and get a picture. I guess he got a little too close, because one of the entourage further down hollered at him with a legitimately angry face. The boy didn't seem to care, though, and stayed his ground. Another shout came, and I looked right in the man's face as he beamed his evil eyes over the boy's head straight at me. I flinched, wondering if I was overstepping some boundary I wasn't aware of, but the boy turned around and looked at me with another fearful glance, and then shuffled to the right to distance himself from the street. The girls passed by then, and stepped up into bus without a glancing at anybody. The boy kept his distance from me after that. In fact, most of the people did. I checked my phone again, but Zane hadn't responded. The last two girls came down the sidewalk and entered the bus. Catherine, was there, strutting in a stylish leather jacket that kind of showed-up her band-mates. She was very animated, grinning and waving to the crowd. She was last on the bus, and she gave one last farewell, and she even looked at me for a second. Should you ever experience the tiny jolt of being merely acknowledged by a gorgeous celebrity in a way that might delude you to even entertain the thought of being in their company like normal people, I should warn you that it's a quick thrill with a quick downer. I had my moment of equality with the famous Catherine and then watched her depart with the sober acceptance of reality. It was time to resume normal life now. The crowd was much less willing to accept this reality. Instead, they spun into a fury on the side of the street, as if their shouts could somehow rouse one of the band members from outside of their moving fort. I had had all the spectacle I needed. Zane hadn't responded to my text, so I figured I'd walk through Olympic Park towards the river to blow some time. To my right, the sea of people didn't let up. I stepped onto the street and sidled in between the bus and the crowd, on my way to the west end of the park. I stepped carefully, worried about tripping on the curb and face-planting in front of all those people. The onlookers gave me a wide berth as I passed by, however, making sure not to block my way. Even still, there was only a few feet of clearance between the bus and the crowd, and I had to shift my body sideways to make it through in some spots. One of the guards was standing by the entrance to the bus. The doors were still open, and the man blocked anybody from seeing even the driver. As I neared him, he payed no notice to me, too focused on the people before him. There was no way around, barely inches between him and the others. I made an attempt to shuffle in front of him, hoping he'd notice me and step back, but I was not assertive enough. I sort of bounced on my feet beside him, looking for an opening. Things were getting increasingly awkward. It sure didn't help my self-consciousness. The man snapped a glance at me and shouted something at me in Korean. I'm partially fluent—okay, really rusty; I haven't spoken Korean in a long time—but the man spoke so fast and so... angrily, that I sort of just stood there moving my mouth, trying to form words. He jerked his thumb behind him and I shook my head. As I tried to force my way through, he sighed, waved his meaty arm and swept me back towards the bus doors. My attempt to step back down elicited an angry shout from him and I zipped up the stairs as if a tiger had just spotted me. So there I was, without any actual effort on my part, standing in the middle of super K-pop sensation H.I.P.'s tour bus. I froze at the top of the steps. The driver was a stern-looking man who looked a little perturbed at my indecisiveness, so I took a step forward to avoid getting shouted at again. The strip of lights down the center were dimmed, and the leather seats were a dark cream color. Even the walls were flavored with warm hues. I felt more like I was in comfy bedroom than in a bus. Halfway down the aisle, there was a curtained partition, and the fabric was parted so that I could see clearly all seven of the group members reclined at ease on the sideways-facing seats. I just stood there. I didn't want to sit. After all, I didn't belong there. I needed to get off of the bus, slink down the steps and avoid making eye contact with the entourage there. They obviously thought I was one of them. And I was obviously in danger of getting my balls ripped off and stuffed down my throat. But my feet took a few steps closer, and I know for a fact my brain was saying "what the fuck are you doing, you stupid asshole," but the fanboy in me wanted to get a closer peek at Human Instrumentality Project behind the scenes. They were laughing at something when one of them looked up. It was Catherine. She made eye contact with me—that's twice in one night, too much for a mere mortal to bear—and assessed my character for a second while I froze like a deer in headlights, thinking "what do I do now?" Her glance was quizzical enough that she was probably beginning to wonder if something was wrong, so I continued a few steps into the bus like I knew what I was doing, picked out a seat to my left and plopped down. In the corner of my eye, I saw Catherine look back and continue her conversation with SoYun, who sat with her arms primly folded in her lap. Dae was sitting next to her, her legs crossed and a smile still on her face, and she glanced at me too. Both she and Catherine seemed way more relaxed than SoYun. The others were in varying states of either exhausted slouching or animated conversation. Especially the junior members, Goldie (who had odd, dyed-blonde hair in a short cut) and Jiyoung (who dyed her long hair a vibrant yet more natural-looking red). They were chattering non-stop despite their tired postures. Okay, I figured. I've had my adventure. All I need to do is sit here like I'm supposed to be here. Just wait for a minute, then get up like I forgot something and— "Hey," a voice came from behind me. It was Catherine, and she was leaning forward, addressing me directly. "Do you speak Korean?" she asked. Her English was completely unaccented. Of course, I already knew that Catherine, as well as few others, were both fluent. "A little," I said, showing just how little with a gesture. "Aaah." She nodded. Behind her, another member had her eyes closed. Sang Mi, I think her name was (just kidding, of course I know all of the members by heart). She was almost always by Catherine's side and were probably good friends before the group was ever formed. Right now she seemed to be the most patient out of all of them, quietly awaiting her arrival at her next destination. A few of the others regarded me with brief glances, particularly Dae, who looked more directly at me than the others and who seemed to hide a certain level of amusement at me. Or maybe I just imagined it; she had a smug face that I always kind of found intimidating. Three of the suited men boarded the bus and the doors hissed shut. I was definitely trapped now. "How'd you end up with us?" Catherine asked me. I regarded her with a look of puzzlement that was completely honest. "I don't know," I said. She was downright amused by this, and closed her eyes as she laughed and patted her hand on the backrest. "I feel the same way sometimes," she said, recovering. "This tour's been crazy." "I bet." "Well you're going to keep me safe, right?" she asked next. "What?" "When we get off at the hotel. Are you the one escorting me in?" "Uh, yeah, I guess." She pouted playfully a little bit. "You keep me safe," she said. "I know I can count on you." No pressure. The bus rumbled to life and eased into the street, leaving the wall of people like a boat drifting from a pier of well-wishers. I imagined for a second that they were in fact a goodwill party. I needed all the prayers I could get. *** The bus ride was a short one, and I barely had time to form even the basis of a plan. We coasted through a street as we circled Olympic Park, dots of light winking in the expanse to our right and rows of front-lit buildings to our left. The glittering gold and green lights of Seoul rose to the sky in the distance, and then directly up ahead was the curved front of the hotel looming. The crowd at the hotel was nearly as big as the one we just left. As the bus stopped, the men in front got up and Catherine patted my shoulder. We were the first to depart. I made a weak act of leading the way as we stepped off the bus. A flurry of camera flashes greeted us, and I paced with Catherine and Sang Mi towards the front of the hotel, where bellboys were bouncing in my vision, holding the doors open. The noise and the crowd didn't let up as we entered. People followed us inside, and I realized I would have to escort the girls all the way up to the room. I of course had no idea where to go, so I kept beside Catherine as she glanced and smiled at fans. We seemed to be heading towards the elevator, and I tried my best not to show my confusion. I don't think it worked. Lucky for me, Catherine pressed a button on the elevator and I stood awkwardly, pretending to be on the watch for rapists and killers while the light above the door chimed. I counted myself doubly lucky when another entourage member approached escorting SoYun and Dae. When we reached the top, the group split off, the man led his escorts away and I was left with Catherine and Sang Mi, and with no idea where to go. Luckily for me (again, my how fate is kind), Catherine took the lead, and I followed her. We came to a room at the end of the hall, where men inside were already waiting, Catherine entered and I followed her. Sang Mi followed in behind me and moving between the two made my heart skip. The two men who were there exchanged Korean with Catherine while I went to the window and pretended to check for intruders behind the curtain. When I heard the door open and then shut again, I turned around and I was alone in the room with Catherine and Sang Mi. My interior monologue uttered "holy shit," and Catherine looked up as if she could hear my thoughts. "Oh, you're still here," she said. "I think we're safe now." "Okay, good, well I'll just..." It took a few tries to force my feet to move and I awkwardly paced to the door as both of them watched me. I felt ridiculous. Sang Mi sank into a swivel-chair and began playing with her phone. I was nearly to the door when it flung open and almost clobbered me. MiHyun entered, letting out a sigh and an exasperated exclamation in Korean that I did not understand. It seemed to me she was complaining about being abandoned in the trek up to the rooms, and I stood there guiltily, yet invisibly, as she didn't even look at me as she walked past and stood near Catherine. She said something else, and this Korean phrase I did recognize: "I need a shower." The door was right there, the three band members behind me. Regretfully, I slowly made my exit. "Hey." Caught for sure, I thought. I turned around, and Catherine was looking at me. "Would you get us some towels, please? They forgot to put some in here." "Oh yes, sure. Right on it." She smiled and seemed to not see through me at all, so I nodded and made for the door. This was my avenue for escape. I could walk right out of there and be scott free. But I thought, as I turned and approached the door, that I oughta fulfill the request anyway. Should I disappear without bringing the towels, they would remember me, perhaps begin to ponder as to who I was. It was not a clean getaway. Really, though, my thinking was to extend my stay in the company of these famous girls. I turned around again. "Uh, how many towels? Seven?" Catherine was in mid-conversation with MiHyun and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Huh? No, Dae and the others have their own room. Just us three here." "Right, right, got it." She kept staring at me as I made my exit. My ruse was weakening. I retraced my steps to the elevator, brushing up on my Korean as I traveled down to the lobby. All I had to do was say "towels." Easy. When I got there, the front desk lady seemed suspicious of me, and I immediately expected to be carted off in handcuffs and beaten in an interrogation room until I confessed to trying to assault the members of H.I.P. But, to my surprise, the lady handed me a towel. I muttered "three" in Korean, and she seemed irritated, but handed me two more. In a surreal haze, I re-entered the room to see it more or less how I left it; Sang Mi was still sitting in her chair, looking at her phone, and Catherine was by the window, and she had discarded her leather jacket. MiHyun was nowhere in sight, but there was the sound of a running sink coming from the bathroom. "Here're your towels!" I announced, pushing away the mental image of MiHyun in the other room before my mind could paint for me what state of undress she might or might not be in. "Oh, thanks," Catherine said, and crossed the room to retrieve them from me, me who felt the urge to shrink away from her as she approached in her casual dress—tight black shirt, sans jacket, and jeans. She slung one of the towels over her shoulder and tucked the other two under her arm. The Performance "Okay, we need our privacy now," she said, and I slowly backed away. I backed to the door but kept the room in my vision, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. Well, this was it. It was fun. Catherine seemed confused by my behavior and watched me as I neared the door, which then immediately threw open and pinned me to the wall. A man was at the door; one of the guards from earlier. I could see him through the crack of the door where I was stuck, dumbfounded, and I heard him say "towels" and use an apologetic tone. He and Catherine spoke for a minute, and Catherine seemed confused, then accepting, then ultimately annoyed, apparently scolding the man for opening without knocking. Then the door was closed again, and I remained there facing Catherine, who now stood with another three towels bundled in her arms. "Well, I guess you have more than you need now, so I'll just..." "Who are you anyway?" she asked. "How did you get attached to our group if you don't know that much Korean?" "I, uh..." "What group are you with?" "Huh?" "What security company?" "Uh... the Hip... security... team?" "Uh-huh." "I, uh, just sort of got attached on." "Who's your boss?" Oh boy, I thought. Now I'm in legitimate trouble. "Well I'm..." "You're not really staff, are you?" Sang Mi looked up from her phone and for the first time seemed invested in what was going on around her. I must've looked like a red-handed child, but I didn't notice the small curve of a smile forming on Catherine's mouth, because I was looking at the floor with my hands folded in front of me. "No. No, I'm sorry. I'm not. I just accidentally got here. I got shoved on the bus, and..." Catherine was definitely smiling now. Sang Mi had a dull look of surprise. The sink in the bathroom shut off. "I don't even know what happened, really." "You knew what was happening when you escorted me up here," Catherine said. "Kind of. I'm not a creep or anything," I suddenly pleaded. "Really! This is all a mistake. I'll just be going now." "You better hurry," Catherine said. "You'll be dead if—" There was a knock on the door. "Shit," she finished. "Hurry, get in the closet!" "What?" I protested, but she already had me by the shoulders and threw me into the closet immediately to my right. I was thrown in darkness, mingling with coats and blouses. It smelled real pretty in there. Catherine's voice turned happy and the front door scraped open. I heard a questioning tone in the man's voice, but Catherine sounded all smiles, and soon the door was closed again. There was movement around the room and the low chattering of Catherine and Sang Mi. They went on for a bit like they were debating something, and then there was an agonizing silence. I heard another door open somewhere else. I think it was the bathroom. Catherine spoke into the echo chamber of that room and I heard MiHyun's light voice respond in a questioning tone. Another exchange of words, and then what sounded like a laugh from MiHyun. A laugh, for Christ's sake. Moments later the door opened, and Catherine stood leaning against the wall, casually blocking my way out. "You realize," she said, "if we're caught with a guy in our room, that's the end, right? Can you say scandal?" "Uh," "No, maybe you can't. Anyway, it might not be a good idea for you to leave right now." My heart leapt and sank at the same time, if that's possible. "Wait, what? Why?" "Think about it. There's so many people out there right now. You walk out of our room, someone will stop you. What will you say?" "Uhh..." "Yep, exactly." "So what now?" "We have to wait until people go to bed," Catherine said. "How long is that?" "I don't know. Hours. Maybe even morning." "M-morning?" I found the humor even then in my horror, my objection to the idea of spending an entire night with part of the H.I.P. team. "Maybe not that long," Catherine said. "For now, though, you're going to have to stay put." She moved away from the wall and I was finally permitted to leave the closet. Sang Mi was rocking back and forth in her chair, assessing me and the situation. Catherine walked beside me and I sat down on the arm of a loveseat. From the bathroom came the sound of the shower running. "You're lucky," Catherine said, looking down at me. "You get to hang out with us while we shower." "S-say what?" "We have to shower, we're not going to wait all night for you to leave first. I don't see what the big deal is," she said with a smirk. "I mean, you're going to be good, right?" "Oh yeah, of course. Nobody more good than me right here, yessir." "MiHyun's showering in there right now, so we have to wait." "We?" "Me and Sang Mi. You don't think I was talking about you, did you?" Sang Mi started to laugh quietly, and I joined in, but more like I was laughing for the preservation of my life. "No, no, of course not." "Unless you wanted to join in with MiHyun." I wiped my brow. She was killing me. "There's four of us now," she said. "We could save water by showering in pairs, I suppose." "I mean, it's not like you pay the water bill here," I said. She laughed. "Yeah, but we should be considerate, you know? To whoever pays the bill. Yes, I think I might hop in." To my shock, Catherine began to undo the button of her jeans. I think my mouth managed to form some semblance of a sentence, but it faded away as Catherine slid her jeans down past her hips, wiggling them to permit the pants past them. She looked up at me as I stared slack-jawed, and there was a scolding look on her face. "A little privacy, please?" "Oh, yeah, sure," I said, and shifted my perch on the armrest to face away from her. Sang Mi stared at me with a steadily growing smile as I listened to the tortuous sounds of fabric sliding against skin and clothes slumping onto the floor. What in the hell was she trying to do to me? Sang Mi wouldn't stop smiling. She had started the night in an apparent state of boredom, but now seemed to be more interested in what was going on. She grasped her shirt and peeled it off before me, as casually as if I were not there. Alarmed, I averted my eyes and was met again with Catherine in her state of undress, peeling off her shirt as well. I averted my eyes elsewhere; I was in a minefield. I just stared at the wall, being a good little boy. Sang Mi still sat and watched me out of the corner of my eye, to my right, and somewhere farther to the right and behind the hemisphere of my vision, Catherine undressed. I heard her shirt slide up her torso, and then there was a long silence, followed by the subtle feeling of her moving closer. Something draped over my shoulder-her black shirt-and as I turned my head, reacting to it, I caught the briefest glimpse in the corner of my eye of Catherine's bare departing backside. "I'm going in. Don't do something stupid like follow me or something," she called. The invitation was obvious. I thought. I sat there dumbly with her shirt slung over my shoulder and eventually slid it off and looked at it. Then I looked up and this time to my right and Sang Mi was still there, sitting, smiling, relaxing in a black bra. I was motionless as a deer caught in headlights, to borrow a cliché if only because it was completely applicable here. Without provocation, she slid her bra-straps off her shoulders. She pulled the cups down and revealed her small breasts, looked at me, and then reached behind her and undid the strap so it fell away completely. "Hmmph," she said, regarding my apparent oath of non-participation. She seemed less amused by me than Catherine did. She then stood and made her way towards me. Or was it towards the bathroom? Either way, I was in her path, and she grabbed my arm and tugged gently. I obeyed and stood, shoulder-to-shoulder. She still wore her bottoms, but not for long. She turned to face me, smiled, and crouched down, pulling her bottoms down and then stepping out of them, fully nude before me, and she bit back a smile and took my hand to pull me along to where the others waited. "You're gonna take your clothes off to shower, right?" she said as she looked over her shoulder at me. All the protesting and denying was finished. Without a word I kicked off my shoes as I went, slid off my jacket, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then I suddenly felt normal. This was like any other fling, and Sang Mi was just a normal naked girl. She was not a god. None of them were. They were just normal people. Once the clothes were off, we were all on the same level. Then I stepped into the bathroom and through the haze of steam saw the shower door already open and Catherine, completely naked, loitering by it, beads of condensation collecting on her body. In the massive stall MiHyun was basking under a fresh spray, and she turned around and gaped in surprise. Sang Mi started tugging at my shirt. All feelings of normalcy fled. Catherine entered the shower with MiHyun, whose face went from a look of doubt to one of slight amusement as Catherine reached up and adjusted the water jets to cascade over both of them. I was lost in that sight as Sang Mi pulled my shirt from my waistband and finished unbuttoning it for me. I averted my attention to her and that's when I finally came the the awesome reality I was now in, and I pulled off my undershirt and immediately worked on my belt as Sang Mi slowly backed into the shower. I think I made record time in getting naked, and tossed my garments out the door, where they barely made it into the outer room. And then, I stepped into the crowded shower stall with the three girls. Catherine endeavored to be proactive, handing me a washcloth and nodding her head to MiHyun, who looked between us and laughed, but admitted my touch as I soaped her. I re-entered a dream state as I felt her tight body through the washcloth, starting at her hips, reaching to bathe her flat stomach, back around to lather the dome of her butt, upwards to cup her breasts, and finally braving to cleanse the convex between her legs, and she let me do it all. Catherine soon took the washcloth from me and draped it over her breasts, waiting for me to take it and clean her, which I wasted no time in doing, while Sang Mi hung back and hovered under the spray, watching our game. In the tight space, my cock bumped its way around like a drunken CEO at a corporate party. It brushed against Catherine's thighs as I cleaned her front, and as I re-positioned, it brushed against Sang Mi, who reached down and grasped it, working residual lather into it under pretenses of cleaning it. The washcloth was passed around and I was cleaned. Catherine insisted on taking responsibility and massaged soap over my chest and stomach, eventually passing over my prominent part with no more attention than she gave any other part of me, which succeeded in driving me completely wild. We wasted much of the hotel's water that night. When I had been tended to as fastidiously as possible without causing me to cum, and when I had indulged in a obsessive re-cleaning of each of the band members, the shower was finally shut off, and we pranced and flung water through the bathroom as we sought to dry each other. We stepped over my discarded clothes and into the main room, all nude and fresh and clean, and I could only assume what was to happen next before there was a knock at the door. I had not seen Catherine's eyes widen as much as I did then, and she was suddenly serious, ushering me back to the closet. The last thing I saw was Sang Mi scrambling by the bed for her clothes, and then it was blackness again. Muffled female voices came through the outer door, which opened, and the voices got louder. I heard it shut soon after, and it sounded like an all-girls' meeting was going on. I heard concerned tones, then laughter again, and standing there naked in the dark, I had the distinct feeling of being used. Then the doors opened, and what seemed like all of Human Instrumentality Project was looking in on me. The rest of the girls had come from the other room, already showered and in lazy clothes; baggy t-shirts and cotton shorts, sweatpants and a tank, and so forth. I saw Goldie, who broke into a big grin when she saw me, along with Jiyoung, who couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Catherine," someone said, "you really outdid yourself this time. Nice catch." "Yeah," Goldie said, and reached into the closet to grasp at my half-hard erection. "Nice catch." Her hand was warm and frighteningly firm, and she actually tugged on me to lead me out of the closet (heh), to where I was surrounded on all sides by all seven members of the band. That's when I saw Dae standing next to Catherine, touching her chin and looking completely amused at what her friend had hiding in her room. Her friend, by the way, was still completely naked in stark contrast to Dae in her flowy gray night blouse and loose shorts. "Good job," she said, and Catherine approached me. She put her arm around my shoulder and led me through the mass of girls, all of whom seemed totally into this new discovery, though the quietest member, SoYun, seemed reserved, perhaps even nervous, and MiHyun, who just minutes ago let me bathe her, bit her lip like she was irritated. Sang Mi was also quiet, but I saw a faint smile on her mouth as I stood helpless in the center of them. Some of them took a knee before me and just played with my dick. Dae batted at it and smiled as it resisted air, while Goldie snuck up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. I could feel the contours of her body through her night sweats. "So you were hiding out with our security guys, just waiting for a chance to get alone with us, is that it?" she said into my ear. She seemed to be the one that spoke the most English besides Catherine. "Well no, not exactly," I said as hands fawned over me. Catherine tried to encourage SoYun to take me in her hands. She was hesitant, but let me swell in her palm and then looked up at me to gauge my reaction. I was of course more than pleased, even before Goldie's hands reached around me, felt down my stomach, and teased the base of my cock. Dae shuffled in closer, smiling deviously and bringing her pursed lips agonizingly close, and then stopped and just looked up at me, smiling while SoYun lazily jacked me off. I was happy with her just doing that forever, but she passed me into Catherine's graceful fingers next, and she worked me slowly but more firmly as Dae continued to hover just a hair's width from my raw head, which felt the cold kiss of air and what I thought was her brief warm breath, and Goldie continued to rub at around the base teasingly, and the others watched. I made the mistake of looking into Catherine's eyes as she worked long strokes on me with alternating hands, and that's when I came. I came all over Catherine. Dae flinched and laughed as I roped out on her band-mate. SoYun gasped and covered her mouth, and the others just seemed amused. Goldie wobbled me with her thumb and forefinger, shaking me off as I finished spurting and struggled to remain standing. What had I just done? A dozen apologies for ejaculating on the lead member of my favorite K-Pop band ran through my head. "You came already?" Catherine said. "Really?" She didn't seem mad about the stripes of semen on her cheek and forehead, just mad in general. She looked like a strict teacher, but one from one of those teacher-fetish pornos, since there was cum on her face and all. She slapped my thigh and repeated that shameful tone. "Really?" "Sorry," I said. "I mean, can you blame me?" Her lips pursed, and she continued to stroke me while in apparent thought. I bit my lip through the shudders. "I suppose not," she said. "But now you have a lot of work to do." As she said that, Dae stood up, and Sang Mi, who had just been watching, sat on the bed and splayed her arms out beside her nude and slender body. Goldie moved away from me and Catherine stood to address me face-to-face. "Lots and lots of work to do," she said, and then touched her face and stretched out a bit of my cum on her fingertip. She then wiped it on my nose and turned her shoulders away. "Let's clean up," she said, and led me by the hand away from the group. I felt like a kid that had just embarrassed himself in front of the whole class. **** Catherine washed her face in the bathroom sink and then let me to my devices so I could relieve myself and then clean off my spoiled and pampered dick. What a lucky dick. You just got passed around by H.I.P. Who's a lucky dick? You are. Yes you are. And so forth. When I came back into the room, the feeling of embarrassment was still fresh, and everyone except Catherine and Sang Mi were clothed, which made me feel suddenly awkward now that my excitement had emptied out of me for the moment. I approached slowly without knowing what to do next, and Catherine greeted me, taking both my hands. "Now, you repay your debt," she said, and behind her I saw Goldie shimmying out of her shorts, just her baggy shirt hanging loose and covering her up just above her thighs. The rest of the band was rustling and turning about, and various stages of undress were happening all at once. Sang Mi, already gloriously nude, stretched on the sheets and waited. Following Catherine's guidance, I crawled into the bed next to Sang Mi, her body pale but her pussy dark with her hair, her legs barely parted until I dared to place my palm over her. I looked around me to see Dae lifting up that airy blouse above her head and dropping it, standing topless for only a moment until her shorts fell from her waist with just the slightest assistance of her hands. Goldie crawled onto the bed next to me as I hovered over her friend; she was still wearing her shirt, but as she arched her back it slid over her butt. I returned my attention to Sang Mi and massaged her mound, tentatively prodded her entrance, and as the minute reactions came from her, I slowly lowered my face into her while Goldie watched. I felt her arms drape over my back as she snuggled against me, but I continued my job, burying my mouth into Sang Mi, feeling her bush brush my nose, and protruding my tongue inwards. The bed moved as others sat down to watch. Or to participate. I didn't dare leave my station over Sang Mi's pussy; I enveloped my mouth over her, and had just brought the tip of my tongue to where her clitoris waited urgently when someone else shoved in beside her. I looked up briefly—eliciting a pent-up sigh from Sang Mi—and saw Jiyoung, perhaps Goldie's equal as far as eagerness goes, slide in close. She leaned back against the bedboard and practically leered at me with lust. She was still dressed, but not for long, peeling off her shorts as I returned to finish what I started with Sang Mi. She waited, bottomless, and as I lashed my tongue over her friend, I reached my hand to start on her. And as such I found myself in and endless round-robin of ravishment between about half of the band. I watched MiHyun strut nude around the bed, looking rather indecisive, and SoYun sitting nearby, completely entertained just to watch. Dae sat her bare self down on the edge of the bed and was completely patient, though I was impatient to get to her, as something about her self-assured demeanor made me want to gravitate towards her. Yet she was obviously being a good senior member and letting the others have their fun. I indulged myself at least in a passing feel over her thighs. I had lost sight of Catherine, the instigator of this whole cavalcade of cunnilingus, and figured she was as patient and entertained as the other non-participants. I saw Goldie sidle up to the right of Sang Mi, who was now to the point of exhaustion. She pulled her t-shirt off and presented me with her well-endowed breasts, the best-endowed of the group, and I zeroed in on her and buried my face in her endowment to start her ravishment, which was, believe you me, from head to toe. The Performance I ate out her, Sang Mi, and Jiyoung, and eventually the others convinced SoYun to finally step in, and she shyly got on the bed and went about undressing. She was slender and very delicate, and when she was kneeling on the bed in nothing but her form-fitting cotton shorts, I took the liberty of taking them down for her, albeit very slowly. She went onto all fours to allow me to strip off the shorts completely, and she playfully kicked them away and rolled over. She was trembling ever so slightly, and I caressed her and slowly made my way down to her pussy, taking my time even more so now, and her excitement registered in the wiggling of her hips, and the flexing of her thighs. Unlike Sang Mi, SoYun didn't shave. She was extremely bushy and her hairs tickled my lips as I descended over her and tested her. I drug my lips on her lips, went back up and into the forest, and stopped at the top and teased. She tensed, and I tongue-twisted her into a small frizzy, and stayed there, stopping in increments, going longer each time, until I relentlessly summoned her moans, and her hair glistened. Then I explored inside. At this point, Goldie and Jiyoung, the rambunctious ones, were squeezing in beside me and pushing me this way and that. I reached out and swatted at one of them—can you believe it? Tending to the obviously shy SoYun had boosted my confidence level, I guess. Goldie cracked her palm on my ass, but I kept eating. I kept at SoYun until she finished on my face and quivered, and when I backed off she remained on her back, her stomach raising and falling with immense breaths. Then Catherine approached the bed, absent until now. She put her hand out and helped SoYun to her feet, smiling and talking with her in Korean, seeing how she felt, how she liked it, and I was jostled around by the rambunctious two and ended up on my back in SoYun's place, with the two girls snuggling up to me, one on each side. They rubbed my chest and Goldie nibbled my ear, then spoke into it, asking if I intended to fulfill each of them, to which I assured her I would (could I?). Then Catherine appeared again and Goldie rolled off the bed, and the instigator herself was climbing on top of me. "Having a good time?" she asked, looking down at me. I was pinned to the bed as she straddled my mid-section, and I reached up to touch her breasts. I was barely able to reach. "Yeah," I said. It was all I said, and she scooted forward, my hands attempted to touch her again, and then settled on her hips as she lifted and hovered over my face, and I knew what I was supposed to do. Quite threateningly, her pussy lowered down toward me. She was wet, but not too wet, and then I was suffocated by moisture and heat, and I went to work to make her wet for real. She used her muscles to keep herself floating above me while I slashed at her with my tongue, working my neck to hit where I wanted to. I didn't want to let her down, after all. At that moment I felt others fawning over me, and I paused long enough to peek through Catherine's legs and see Dae there at the foot of the bed, playing with me in an attempt to bring me back to life down there (I was already halfway up). I smiled and resumed my work on Catherine, the twin sensations of her smothering me and Dae's slow hands stroking me causing my body to lurch, and Catherine to struggle to maintain her position. It became hard to concentrate, but I channeled my inner Zen and arched my tongue up and into Catherine, not even noticing the pangs of pleasure that Dae was eliciting down below. It was all one; my pleasure was Catherine's pleasure. That's pretty deep for an orgy, isn't it? Speaking of deep, Catherine eventually lost command over herself and let some of her weight down on me from the sheer gravity of what I was putting her through (not to brag, but I think I was doing a good job of impressing her), and I felt her moisten my face and then attempt to hold herself right. I made it a challenge to shake her composure, over and over, and eventually she bucked and ended up just smooshing my face as she recovered, never crying out, never getting lost in herself like SoYun, perhaps trying to maintain a cool and collected air as the instigator and leader and troublemaker. Or maybe that's just how she rolled. Either way, she swung her leg back over me and collapsed by my side, rubbing my chest and looking warmly at me. "Having a good time?" I asked this time, and she just smiled. My smile was broken by a tremor of pleasure as Dae continued her lacy strokes over my now fully-recovered dick, and she reached out and grasped at my thighs, beckoning me to scoot to the end of the bed. I of course did, leaving Catherine and letting myself be reeled into the influence of Dae, who's smile was predatory and who I wanted finally to fall prey to. My humble piece waved before her, and, grabbing her breasts, she settled it between them and enclosed them partially around me. I was slick and need no lubrication as she lightly lifted her breasts over my shaft in a pillowy embrace. First warm, then cool at the tip with the kiss of air on my moist head, which she teased with the very tip of her tongue, the best she could reach. It was all that she needed, as lightning bolts were already traveling from my lightning rod to my stupid brain. "Uh, u-uh," I muttered, very stupidly, like her tongue and her tits were melting what intelligence I had left, but really I didn't want to come again so soon. I wanted to show off, I wanted to perform, and I was just debating in my head whether or not it would be a smart idea to enter any of them unprotected, or whether I may—luck have it—have a condom on me somewhere. But Dae rolled her breasts up and down and smothered my man, and I suddenly thought of a puppy rolling around happily in a nest of pillows and then I came. Dae slowed but continued to jostle me in her cleavage and I sputtered and spilled over her chest until she was done, and she looked down at the mess with a smirk and then at me, smiling wider, and then she mercifully released my dick, which fell back like a weary soldier (my head was his helmet and my cum was his blood, said my five year-old brain). I let my head back and Catherine was there to caress my jaw and peck me on the cheek, relaxing next to me like the night was done. ***** In the bathroom again, I leaned over the sink and looked into the mirror. My eyes were tired but excited. I was still in disbelief at what I had just been through, and looked forward to telling the whole sordid tale to Zane. I heard someone ask in the outer room, "what time is it?" and Catherine's muffled voice answered that it was midnight. Surely late enough to leave, I assumed, but I was still disappointed that I did not get to do more, which was a crazy thought, because who would be disappointed at showering with, being fondled by, and eating out half of a K-Pop group, with the rest watching, and cumming twice? Me, that's who. My assurance was that there was nothing that hinted I would be leaving soon, and that I had no reason to expect to not have some more fun. But still, there were... things, I wanted to experience, and as I pushed away from the mirror, standing naked in that bathroom I wasn't supposed to be in, I stumbled over my clothes and regretfully picked them up. Instinctively I reached into the breast pocket of my sports coat and felt a familiar, cold, foily touch. By God, I had a condom right there in my coat pocket. How did it get there? I recalled back to a wedding I had worn the coat to—the last time I had worn it—and it all fell into place. Suddenly I could spare another hour. Or two! Could I do it, I wondered? Could I even get it up? I looked down and I saw that I already had. "Guys! Guys!" I shouted as I re-entered the room like an excited child. Eyes cast at me, quite curious and for some, a little irritated (MiHyun looked like she was ready for the night to be over). Goldie was already reaching to me and cooing "more more" in mock desperation, and I raised my hand and dangled my discovery for them all to see. I saw eyes light up; Jiyoung and Catherine seemed the most pleased. MiHyun seemed to suddenly be somewhat interested in what was going on, and Dae just laughed and stroked her chin. The condom was passed out of my hands and into various others, as it was helplessly unwrapped between Goldie and Jiyoung. I stood proudly and ridiculously with my dick saluting and they took it in hand and sheathed it for me. Then a hand pulled me to the bed, where I ended up on my back looking up at everybody. It was Dae who jumped in first. Up until now, she had been fine to let her bandmates play, but now she was completely selfish, swinging up over me and watching me with something like hunger in her eyes. She hovered over me, held my cock in her gentle fingers, and guided it to her entrance, where she just teased it and rubbed it until finally permitting it inside. She didn't make a noise as she bumped against me, slowly rising up and sliding back down, arching her back and moving her hips, looking down at me with that intimidating smile that was weakening with elation. The girls gathered around like spectators at a fight. I lost track of everything, and only saw glimpses of Dae, sexually charged, pleasuring herself on me like I were a sex machine you'd put a coin into. She rode me for some time, and was not in a hurry. And I couldn't complain. Immobile as I was, I reached out with my hands and found places for them to settle, namely next to me, where Goldie lay. I massaged her crotch while Dae did her thing, and SoYun, hanging by shyly to my left, received my other hand. I was certainly kept busy. And I rode the storm, thinking that after cumming twice, I could let Dae ride me all night, but soon my body twitched and Dae sensed I was near and removed herself from me, satisfied for the moment. I sat up in a sea of naked girls and got lost touching, moving around, and re-positioning. Goldie forcefully threw herself into my lap and I ended up entering her, both of us sitting up in the bed, face-to-face, almost romantic. In fact, she kissed me, and nibbled on my lip as I rocked with her. She was greedy and hogged me for as long as she could have me. When she was satisfied and clambered away, I saw Sang Mi relaxing on her side next to me, and I traced her leg with my palm and then raised it and entered her. She just kept relaxing, smiling faintly as I gave her her share. The only person I hadn't done anything with at that point was MiHyun, who I only washed in the shower. Now she was kneeling next to me on the bed as I did Sang Mi, eager to get close to the action. When I was done, I turned to her and put my arm on her shoulder. She raised up on her knees and turned her back to me, falling into my chest and then onto me as I penetrated up into her. We moved against each other and then fell back onto the bed, fucking, and with other bodies snuggling in all around. It was the merriest orgy ever. I could smell MiHyun's shampooed hair in my face and someone else's on my neck and breasts pushing into my back and my cock digging around and absolute euphoria enveloping me. I came again at some point amidst all that. I don't remember if I was still in MiHyun or in someone else. I just remember shuddering and then laying in the afterglow amidst three or four naked, firm bodies while others left the bed and went to the bathroom and eventually I did too and then returned to the sheets where we laid and the labor of my hands was demanded again and I leisurely went about finishing off anybody who had not yet been satisfied and then we napped. ***** I ended up sleeping in the hotel room for a few hours until things died down outside. I awoke sometime later in deep darkness, a cell phone alarm blaring somewhere, and then it was silenced and a lamplight came on. Sang Mi lay nude next to me, and in the other bed I saw Catherine sitting up from the rumpled sheets. MiHyun shared the other side, and the other band members had returned to their room. When I turned back over, Sang Mi rustled, opened her eyes, and smiled at me with a look of amusement, and traced my chest with her finger. I embraced her and felt myself hardening again against her thighs. ***** It was three in the morning when I stepped out of the room, snappily dressed yet again. Catherine had got up and peeked her head into the hallway first. Before closing the door on me, she smiled. "Bye, it was nice meeting you," she said. "No kidding. I'll come to your next show for sure." She stifled a laugh and then leaned out to peck me on the lips. Then she darted back in, flashed a farewell smile, and then closed the door. The floor was dead, but I felt for the first time the pure reality of what I had done and the consequences if I should be stopped. I straightened my posture and passed the elevators. The stairs looked like a better idea. There was a man at the front desk and a few small groups checking in, but nobody gave me a second glance as I walked out the front doors and into the slight chill of the night. It was only then that I checked my phone. I had about a dozen missed calls and messages, almost all of them from Zane. I turned right, walked around the hotel, and crossed into Olympic Park. It was a giant shadow-crater at this hour, and I walked north hurriedly so as to not be mugged. Crossing a bridge over a gurgling stream, I came to the head of the park and saw the vibrant lights of Seoul still shining. I walked a couple of blocks westward so I could see the skyline reflected on the Han River, all black and yellow and blue. Standing there, I then dialed Zane and thought up the best sentence to sum up my night's adventure.