On the grond….




I slept like the dead, and woke up to the room phone ringing. “Sir, Mr Lim’s driver is waiting for you.” said the voice on the other end.
“That’s impossible, our meeting isn’t until tomorrow,” I replied.
As it turned out, we crossed the international date line, so we did actually have a meeting that day. My bad. Worse, was that I was also supposed to have dinner with Mr Lim, and one of his Jr VPs, that evening, even though I’d made a date with our sexy flight attendants. This called for a little creative discussion. In the past, Mr Lim and I would go out, share a prostitute, and call it a night. He even had me help his wife, satisfying her fantasy to be DP’d and to fuck a foreigner. It was a lot of fun, but also a long time ago. I wasn’t sure that he’d be up for joining Ginny and I with Hyun Jin and the chubby cocksucker, Pumpkin.

Business went well. We agreed to work together to bring his product to the US. My company would have exclusive importation rights for all of North America. My lawyer just about creamed himself when he saw the deal we had arranged. It was the most equitable deal we had ever managed. Sometimes business with friends works out well. So, we decided to celebrate over dinner.

I informed Craig, aka Mr Lim (he chose that name when I was teaching him. He liked Daniel Craig), that we had messed up dates, and made dinner plans. At first he wasn’t pleased, but when he saw our two companions waiting in the hotel bar, he was most pleased. We ate, and chatted, and Jinny (Hyun Jin) and Pumpkin were ridiculously charming.

Craig’s Jr VP turned out to be DongHyun, his eldest son. I hadn’t seen the boy since he was playing baseball in grade school, but he remembered playing catch with me. He was the most boring of the dinner companions. He was born in the USA, and spoke English perfectly, but he was quiet and overly reserved. His dad noted that he’d just returned from the army, and was completely different than the outgoing boy he’d raised. His dad seemed displeased with the boy’s new disposition.

After dinner, Jinny and Ginny (confusing, I know) tried to involve him in the conversation, but he was a one or two word answerer, with little more.

“The only time he says more than two words these days is in the Norebang. He has an arm like Roger Clemments, and the singing voice of an angel,” his dad proudly announced.
“Then, it’s time we hear him sing,” responded Jinny, calling for the waiter to bring bill.
I almost had to fight Craig for the bill, but eventually used my knowledge of Korean culture to pay without his losing face. We headed to his car, and drove to a nearby high-class Norebang. This was the kind of place that you could order anything you wanted, drink, d**g or person, and have it kept a secret. The hostess was a little disappointed that we brought our own girls, but was happy when Craig ordered two really expensive bottles of Whiskey and Tequila.

We sang for a bit, and chatted. The girls all had lovely voices, and so did Craig and DongHyun. I was scoring the lowest, but was consistent and respectable. Suddenly, my Ginny stood up, and announced that she wanted to be entertained.
“I think the men here should sing for us ladies.We will judge who wins.”
Then Jinny spoke up, “How about we wager on it,” she said putting a wad of cash on the table. “We let the machine judge them,” (For those of you non Kareoke/Norebang singers, the machines can grade your performance by comparing how you sing to how the song is supposed to be sung. It grades you on a percentage scale.) She continued, “and the best singer and his patron will split the pot.”
“Not fair, I can’t sing at the same level.” I objected.
“Then you will sing 3 songs each, we take the average of your best, and your worst,” added Jinny. She was all businesslike at that moment, no one could argue. I need to hire that woman.
“Any rules?” asked DongHyun.
“Sing your best,” responded his dad.
“No interfering with each other.” I added. The men all agreed, we threw in our money, and then programmed in our songs
“I pick Mr David,” said Pumpkin, blushing, as she through in her own wad of money. She was something cute, and I was looking forward to having her suck me off again later. She was a blowjob goddess.
“I’ll pick Junior,” said Ginny.”Best voice, this will be easy money.”
“Oh, I’m very happy with the distinguished Mr Lim,” said Jinny. “He sings beautifully, and being a powerful man, knows how to win.” She went over and sat beside him, as though she were his personal assistant. I wondered if she was looking for a sugar daddy.
. Overall, there was about about a $1000 there. I didn’t realize it was going to be that big money, even though I threw in $250 myself.
The first round went quickly.