PREVIEW: Honey Lust: Ride Me (a Jay Park fan fic)
Honey Lust: Ride Me
(a Jay Park fanfic)
My name’s Kiyana, Kiyana Laqueena Lawrence, I’m 25 and I work the front desk at a hotel in downtown Charlotte. I had recently graduated from college with a degree in hospitality with a minor in business from the University of North Carolina. This hotel I currently work at is called The Pleasurable Palace, which is also called “The Blasian Bordello” because many of the guests are Blasian couples, whether it’s Asian men and black women or Asian woman and a black woman. Sometimes, there would be a few black men/Asian women couples come by the hotel at night.
The five-story building had been vacant for a long time until a woman named Marquisha Smith bought the building and turned it to a hotel. Like me, she has hotel work experience though she graduated from Johnson & Wales University in Florida; she had worked at several big-name hotels while I worked at only one before The Pleasurable Palace had opened. She got the idea for the opening the hotel after a trip to Tokyo after divorcing her no-good husband, she modeled The Pleasurable Palace after visiting a “love hotel” in Japan, where she met a guy named Kaito who took ESOL classes while working as a waiter at a butler cafe. Guess you can say, Miss Smith had her own interracial version of How Stella Got Her Groove Back.
Other than hotel suite rooms on all five floors, The Pleasurable Palace also has a bar/lounge, a conference room (perfect for sex toy parties and sales and also lingerie parties), and the fifth floor has themed suite rooms. I’m both the front desk and concierge at the hotel, I also make the complimentary gift baskets for the guests (baskets with water bottles, condoms, lubricants, and massage oils).
Fast forward to this week, I was doing my usual duties as the front desk clerk and hotel concierge when Ms. Smith came into the hotel with a beaming smile on her face.
“I’m excited about a lot of upcoming events coming to the hotel this month! A new club holding auditions for an upcoming male revue at the lounge, a Bedroom Kandi convention and seminar at the conference room, and also the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) will host Erotica FanFest in two months. All are great, yet I am really looking forward to the Charlotte Korean Festival in town next week!” Ms. Smith said with excitement.
“A Korean festival sounds really good.” I said to her.
“Yes, the food and the music. This is giving me inspiration for my next vacation; it’ll be just as exciting as my trip to Japan trip. Kiyana, if you ever get a chance to travel outside the U.S., definitely check out Asia.” Miss Smith said to me.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Before I forget, the shipment of condoms from Adam & Eve will arrive tomorrow.” I said to her.
“Good, good. I have an appointment with my hairdresser in an hour. Keep up the good work as always.” Miss Smith said as she stepped out of the hotel.
While busy at the front desk, Evelyn, one of the housekeepers, came up to see me while pushing the cart.
“Kiyana, I’m so excited about the Charlotte Korean Festival coming up!” Evelyn happily exclaimed.
“Miss Smith was just talking to me about it before she stepped out to do errands.” I said.
“I’m a fan of Korean music, especially KR&B and KHip-Hop. I’m also really excited because Jay Park is one of the main headliners at this year’s festival.” Evelyn said as she pulled her smartphone to check the time.
“Forgive me for not being familiar with Korean music, but who is he?” I curiously asked me.
“Jay Park is a Korean-American singer and rapper, born in Seattle, and he’s really hot! If you’re not busy after work, why don’t come over to my place to hang out and fangirl on him?” Evelyn asked me.
“I’d love to, I can also bring some takeout while we’re at it!” I happily responded.
That night, I picked up some Korean takeout from this place and drove my way to Evelyn’s apartment in Midtown, I had ordered some bulgogi, mandu, Korean short ribs, Korean fried chicken wings, large size order of kimchi, janjorim, and chuncheon dak galbi.
Evelyn and I went into the living room, feasted on the Korean takeout, and then she showed me pictures of Jay Park on her tablet. I swear, his shirtless photos are hotter than the kimchi we had eaten. I was already turned on just from looking at his pics, Evelyn showed me a lyric video to one of his R&B songs; not only were my eyes turned on from looking at Jay, but so were my ears from hearing his voice.
“Sometimes I wonder if he reads thirsty tweets on Twitter, the things I would say to him.” Evelyn said with a smile on her face.
“If he does read them, I bet he welcomes them with open arms and legs.” I replied as I giggled.
We then watched a video on Youtube that featured Jay’s sexiest moments, which had me thinking sexy, hot thoughts of him; I was like “What those hands/lips/hips do though?”
I went home that night, opened up my laptop, and listened to his song “Replay”; it was in Korean but the translated lyrics had me fantasizing about being alone with him, feeling his hands and lips all over my body, and holding onto his hips while his cock stroking my pussy deep.
The week of the Charlotte Korean Festival, I was busy as always at the front desk and also interacting with the hotel staff. It was early Friday afternoon when a male voice said, “Excuse me, can you help me?”
I turned around and I immediately gasped as I recognized him; the tattoos, the almond-shaped eyes, and black hair. I was stunned to find Jay Park in my presence.
Keeping my starstruck fangirl in check I responded, “Sure, I can help you with something.”
“I was on my way to the Korean Festival and the limo broke down, I was wondering if you can please call for a taxi.” He said to me.
“I’m not an Uber or Lyft driver, but I can take you to the festival in my car.” I replied. I then asked Evelyn to watch the front desk as Jay and I stepped out of the hotel.
“Thanks so much.” He said with a smile as I went with him to the hotel parking lot.
We went into my car, a silver Chevrolet Impala, buckled up, and I turned to the GPS. I then said to Jay, “You must be very excited to be performing at the Korean Festival?”
“I get very excited about performing in front of thousands of fans, especially screaming females. It gives me a rush.” Jay said to me.
“I was already a fan of yours when I watch your music videos on Youtube. Plus that one video where you shuffled, did the Dougie, b-boy, and a sexy Magic Mike dance.” I openly admitted without any hesitation.
“Those are even better live and in person. So tell me a little bit of yourself.” Jay said to me with a smile on his sexy face.
“I’m Kiyana, I work the front desk at this hotel called The Pleasurable Palace, which is like a five-star version of a “love hotel” where couples go for a romantic rendezvous or a hookup.” I replied as we arrived at the festival venue.
“Here we are!” I announced at the arrival.
“Thanks for the ride, Kiyana. I hope you get the chance to come to the festival and also see me live.” Jay said to me.
“I hope so too.” I replied happily as he stepped out of my car.
I came back to the hotel soon afterward and returned to the front desk, still giddy from taking Jay to the festival site. It had me thinking about both going to the festival to check him out and wondering about using a hotel setting for his next music video. Also, I had been imagining what his fit-as-fuck tattooed body would feel against my curves.
(a Jay Park fanfic)
My name’s Kiyana, Kiyana Laqueena Lawrence, I’m 25 and I work the front desk at a hotel in downtown Charlotte. I had recently graduated from college with a degree in hospitality with a minor in business from the University of North Carolina. This hotel I currently work at is called The Pleasurable Palace, which is also called “The Blasian Bordello” because many of the guests are Blasian couples, whether it’s Asian men and black women or Asian woman and a black woman. Sometimes, there would be a few black men/Asian women couples come by the hotel at night.
The five-story building had been vacant for a long time until a woman named Marquisha Smith bought the building and turned it to a hotel. Like me, she has hotel work experience though she graduated from Johnson & Wales University in Florida; she had worked at several big-name hotels while I worked at only one before The Pleasurable Palace had opened. She got the idea for the opening the hotel after a trip to Tokyo after divorcing her no-good husband, she modeled The Pleasurable Palace after visiting a “love hotel” in Japan, where she met a guy named Kaito who took ESOL classes while working as a waiter at a butler cafe. Guess you can say, Miss Smith had her own interracial version of How Stella Got Her Groove Back.
Other than hotel suite rooms on all five floors, The Pleasurable Palace also has a bar/lounge, a conference room (perfect for sex toy parties and sales and also lingerie parties), and the fifth floor has themed suite rooms. I’m both the front desk and concierge at the hotel, I also make the complimentary gift baskets for the guests (baskets with water bottles, condoms, lubricants, and massage oils).
Fast forward to this week, I was doing my usual duties as the front desk clerk and hotel concierge when Ms. Smith came into the hotel with a beaming smile on her face.
“I’m excited about a lot of upcoming events coming to the hotel this month! A new club holding auditions for an upcoming male revue at the lounge, a Bedroom Kandi convention and seminar at the conference room, and also the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) will host Erotica FanFest in two months. All are great, yet I am really looking forward to the Charlotte Korean Festival in town next week!” Ms. Smith said with excitement.
“A Korean festival sounds really good.” I said to her.
“Yes, the food and the music. This is giving me inspiration for my next vacation; it’ll be just as exciting as my trip to Japan trip. Kiyana, if you ever get a chance to travel outside the U.S., definitely check out Asia.” Miss Smith said to me.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Before I forget, the shipment of condoms from Adam & Eve will arrive tomorrow.” I said to her.
“Good, good. I have an appointment with my hairdresser in an hour. Keep up the good work as always.” Miss Smith said as she stepped out of the hotel.
While busy at the front desk, Evelyn, one of the housekeepers, came up to see me while pushing the cart.
“Kiyana, I’m so excited about the Charlotte Korean Festival coming up!” Evelyn happily exclaimed.
“Miss Smith was just talking to me about it before she stepped out to do errands.” I said.
“I’m a fan of Korean music, especially KR&B and KHip-Hop. I’m also really excited because Jay Park is one of the main headliners at this year’s festival.” Evelyn said as she pulled her smartphone to check the time.
“Forgive me for not being familiar with Korean music, but who is he?” I curiously asked me.
“Jay Park is a Korean-American singer and rapper, born in Seattle, and he’s really hot! If you’re not busy after work, why don’t come over to my place to hang out and fangirl on him?” Evelyn asked me.
“I’d love to, I can also bring some takeout while we’re at it!” I happily responded.
That night, I picked up some Korean takeout from this place and drove my way to Evelyn’s apartment in Midtown, I had ordered some bulgogi, mandu, Korean short ribs, Korean fried chicken wings, large size order of kimchi, janjorim, and chuncheon dak galbi.
Evelyn and I went into the living room, feasted on the Korean takeout, and then she showed me pictures of Jay Park on her tablet. I swear, his shirtless photos are hotter than the kimchi we had eaten. I was already turned on just from looking at his pics, Evelyn showed me a lyric video to one of his R&B songs; not only were my eyes turned on from looking at Jay, but so were my ears from hearing his voice.
“Sometimes I wonder if he reads thirsty tweets on Twitter, the things I would say to him.” Evelyn said with a smile on her face.
“If he does read them, I bet he welcomes them with open arms and legs.” I replied as I giggled.
We then watched a video on Youtube that featured Jay’s sexiest moments, which had me thinking sexy, hot thoughts of him; I was like “What those hands/lips/hips do though?”
I went home that night, opened up my laptop, and listened to his song “Replay”; it was in Korean but the translated lyrics had me fantasizing about being alone with him, feeling his hands and lips all over my body, and holding onto his hips while his cock stroking my pussy deep.
The week of the Charlotte Korean Festival, I was busy as always at the front desk and also interacting with the hotel staff. It was early Friday afternoon when a male voice said, “Excuse me, can you help me?”
I turned around and I immediately gasped as I recognized him; the tattoos, the almond-shaped eyes, and black hair. I was stunned to find Jay Park in my presence.
Keeping my starstruck fangirl in check I responded, “Sure, I can help you with something.”
“I was on my way to the Korean Festival and the limo broke down, I was wondering if you can please call for a taxi.” He said to me.
“I’m not an Uber or Lyft driver, but I can take you to the festival in my car.” I replied. I then asked Evelyn to watch the front desk as Jay and I stepped out of the hotel.
“Thanks so much.” He said with a smile as I went with him to the hotel parking lot.
We went into my car, a silver Chevrolet Impala, buckled up, and I turned to the GPS. I then said to Jay, “You must be very excited to be performing at the Korean Festival?”
“I get very excited about performing in front of thousands of fans, especially screaming females. It gives me a rush.” Jay said to me.
“I was already a fan of yours when I watch your music videos on Youtube. Plus that one video where you shuffled, did the Dougie, b-boy, and a sexy Magic Mike dance.” I openly admitted without any hesitation.
“Those are even better live and in person. So tell me a little bit of yourself.” Jay said to me with a smile on his sexy face.
“I’m Kiyana, I work the front desk at this hotel called The Pleasurable Palace, which is like a five-star version of a “love hotel” where couples go for a romantic rendezvous or a hookup.” I replied as we arrived at the festival venue.
“Here we are!” I announced at the arrival.
“Thanks for the ride, Kiyana. I hope you get the chance to come to the festival and also see me live.” Jay said to me.
“I hope so too.” I replied happily as he stepped out of my car.
I came back to the hotel soon afterward and returned to the front desk, still giddy from taking Jay to the festival site. It had me thinking about both going to the festival to check him out and wondering about using a hotel setting for his next music video. Also, I had been imagining what his fit-as-fuck tattooed body would feel against my curves.
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