Chapter 3: Nasty Eyes

After Ju-Won had been working for about a month, the police came by the massage parlor for an unexpected visit. Mamasan had warned Ju-Won about the cops. Sometimes they came dressed as ordinary customers so Ju-Won was instructed to be very careful. If the police caught her offering sexual services, Ju-Won would be arrested and sent to jail. Without a proper Visa, the terrible officers of ICE would take her away and deport her. Luckily, there was nothing improper going on at the time of the police visit, only massages. Everyone was nervous as the officers interviewed the clients and the workers. Ju-Won noticed a particular policeman named Officer Reed staring at her. He singled her out and took her alone into a back room to conduct the interview. Towering over her, Ju-Won did not like the way he looked with his badge and gun and serious expression.

He has nasty eyes.

“Mamasan says your name is Sugar-Tits,” the officer said. “Is that your real name?”

Mamasan had trained Ju-Won never to say anything to the cops, so she pretended not to understand English. The officer moved closer to her, so close Ju-Won could smell his cologne.

“I know you speak English and can understand exactly what I’m saying. You and I both know this isn’t a legitimate massage parlor. It’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be working here. A pretty woman like you could do much better for herself. You need someone watching out for you, Sugar-Tits. If you talk to me, I give you my word nothing bad will happen to you.”

Ju-Won looked down, refusing to answer.

“We can talk here or I can take you down to the station. We already have enough evidence to arrest you. It’s your choice.”

Still, she refused to look up or respond to the officer.

“Have it your way. The guys over at ICE aren’t going to be half as nice as me.”

The officer took out his handcuffs. As soon as Ju-Won saw the shiny metal, her eyes became fixed upon them. Officer Reed noted how intensely she looked at them. When he clicked the handcuffs open, the both listened to the crisp metallic sound. Instinctively, Ju-Won looked up at the officer and held her wrists, as if she wanted the officer to handcuff her. Their eyes met and Ju-Won and the officer stared at each other for a long moment. Never in his experience had a suspect voluntarily offered up themselves to be cuffed. Suddenly, Officer Reed’s eyes seemed to cloud over and turn inward. He furrowed his brow, as if fighting off tormenting thoughts. He looked toward the door with the impulse to leave the room, looked back at Ju-Won and then gave in to his inner demons. The officer delicately cuffed her slender wrists and she lowered her arms to the front of her body. Slowly, with trembling fingers he could no longer control, he unbuttoned her camisole, exposed her beautiful breasts and stared at them with parted lips, as if he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Unable to hold back a moment longer, the officer took her breasts in his hands and began kissing Ju-Won with passion, pressing her body up against the wall. Ju-Won did not resist, allowing herself to be taken advantage of as her mind wandered from thought to thought.

I’m not afraid of him. Why aren’t I afraid? I like the handcuffs. I like the feeling of them on my wrists. Why am I like this? Why am I letting this man do this to me?

Like a man obsessed, Officer Reed grasped the sides of her breasts, lifted them to his mouth and began sucking on her puffy erect nipples and areolas. Despite being sexually molested by the officer, Ju-Won was surprised how calm she was as the large man sucked on her nipples and fondled her. It was as if she expected it to happen, the moment they were alone in the room together. Then, the most shocking thing occurred, deep within her sexuality, causing intense feelings of shame in Ju-Won. She discovered she was sexually aroused by the bondage and the place between her thighs became moist and warm. Ju-Won pressed her legs tightly together, but the raw, musky odor of her arousal began to fill the room and the policeman immediately picked up on the scent. He turned Ju-Won to face the wall, used his knee to spread her thighs apart and slipped his hand under her panties. Finding the slick outer lips of her sex from behind, he began stroking his fingers in and out of the open wet folds of her flesh. No one had ever touched and aroused her in such a way before. Ju-Won tilted her head back, leaned her body against the officer’s hard chest and experienced wave after wave of pleasure from the touch of his fingers.

After being thoroughly stimulated, Ju-Won turned around and knelt directly in front of him, to give the officer what she knew he wanted. She loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and slipped his penis out from his underwear. Ju-Won was surprised by how thick and hard it was and admired the perfectly shaped head and rim. She had seen many naked men, but never such a large and beautiful penis before. She felt ashamed at how much she liked looking at it. Even the light brown pubic hairs curled upwards in an attractive way. She placed one hand on the shaft of his penis and the other under his heavy scrotum, cupping it gently in her palm. His penis became even more rigid and seemed to throb in her hands. The officer began lightly brushing the soft, bulbous head and warm shaft against the sides of her cheeks, sending shivers down her spine. It felt very warm, almost hot against her face. She reached forward with her mouth to kiss it, but he began playfully teasing her with it, holding his penis just out of reach of her lips. Though ashamed, Ju-Won began to salivate, thinking of what it would be like to have the officer’s penis in her mouth. Then, after tracing her lips with the tip, the officer slipped his erect penis into her mouth and she began sucking on the head. It was the first time Ju-Won had a man’s penis in her mouth without a condom. Feeling the smooth rounded contour of his rim on the middle of her tongue, Ju-Won realized how much she relished the texture and the taste. Despite her shame, she enjoyed having her hands cuffed and her mouth completely filled with the officer’s large, thick, fragrant penis. She glanced up and saw his eyes, his haunted, obsessed, nasty eyes, intensely staring down at her as she sucked on his penis. It made her feel good to be watched by the officer and that she was giving him so much pleasure with her mouth. Fondling his testicles in her hands, she concentrated on sucking his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her mouth watered as she sucked and saliva oozed out of the corner of her mouth, dripping off her chin and into the cleavage of her breasts. The officer began thrusting his penis more forcefully down her throat, lightly pressing the back of her head toward his pelvis, so that the entire length of his large penis was fully inside her mouth and her lower lip touched his scrotum. Deeply ashamed, her eyes watering, she admitted the secret to herself.

I like it. I like sucking on a man’s penis. It makes me happy. Does that make me a whore?

The officer released her head, brushing his fingers through her thin black hair, while Ju-Won sucked back up to the rim. Tears dripped down her cheeks. Suddenly, there was a loud, sharp knock on the door. The noise startled them.

“Reed? Are you in there?” a man’s voice called out.

The officer immediately pulled his penis out of Ju-Won’s mouth and tucked it painfully back into his pants.

“Yeah. I’m in the middle of an interview.”

“We got a 911 call. Let’s go.”

“Roger that.”

The officer took the handcuffs off Ju-Won and looked at her with a mixture of desire and remorse while she buttoned her camisole. He had not only broken all the rules of being a police officer, but had been unfaithful to his wife for the first time in their marriage. He tried to look away from her lovely curves as she covered her bosom, but couldn’t. Not knowing what to say, he broke his gaze away from her breasts, mumbled an apology, and immediately left the room.

After the ordeal, Lucky Flower returned to normal. But later that night, Ju-Won tried to make her mind as blank as possible, but she could not forget the officer’s shiny handcuffs, the large head of his penis, the comforting feel of it against her cheek, the rim inside her mouth, the taste and texture as she sucked upon it, and especially his eyes, the nasty eyes of the officer staring down at her as she performed oral sex upon him without a condom. Though she tried to forget the experience with the police officer, the crisp, clean sound of the handcuffs clicking tightly over her wrists and the memory of sucking on his penis without a condom were always in the back of her mind.

The policemen never returned the massage parlor. One day blended into the next, with Ju-Won giving massage after massage and handing over her money to Mamasan. She performed her job to the best of her ability and tried not to think about what she did to earn her tips after each session was over. At the end of every week, Ju-Won asked Mamasan if she had repaid her debt.

“Not yet, Sugar-Tits. Have patience. Soon.”

Other than shopping for groceries once a week with Mamasan, Ju-Won never saw the overcast grey sky of Portland. She became like the other women of Lucky Flower, sitting like a stone on the couch, rereading old magazines, watching TV and waiting for the next customer to arrive. The American man with the yellow hair who liked to grab pussy and sleep with porn stars was on TV again, spouting off. He always seemed to be up there on the screen, saying insulting things, especially about immigrants and women. To her astonishment, the American people elected this man President of the United States. With his hand on the Bible, the staff of Lucky Flower watched while he got sworn in at the inauguration. Since the election, Ju-Won overheard many of the workers talk about how nervous they were now, since most of them were in the country illegally. All the women kept talking about how afraid they were of ICE. The fantasy Ju-Won had about the United States had now officially died, along with her innocence. She drifted through her days, giving happy endings for tips and wondering if there would ever be a happy ending for her, when a VIP client named Mr. Curtis entered through the parlor doors.