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The station was quiet, most people not taking the chance to miss the last train of the day and riding the earlier one as a precaution.
You were always a risk taker.
As you sat on one of the benches, you could hear silent footsteps echoing through the empty platform, heading towards you.
At first you chose to ignore them and focus on removing the stubborn piece of skin dangling from the tip of your nail.
That was until a pair of polished shoes stopped right in front of you.
You weren't new to the city, and the way some drunken businessmen thought it was appropriate to harass women after having a drink with their colleagues, and so you deduced that the best way out of this situation was by completely ignoring the stranger.
And then he addressed you.
"Is this seat taken?" He gestured to the right side of the bench you were currently occupying.
He didn't sound drunk.
As a matter of fact, he sounded quite polite, and so you decided to finally let your gaze stray from your hand up to his face.
And what a handsome face that was.
The man appeared to be in his early forties, and yet his face exuded a strange, youthful appearance, matched with a well tailored suit and a fancy looking suitcase.
He seemed like the kind of person who owned luxury rides, and yet he was here, at the metro station, asking you if the seat adjoint yours is empty.
What a strange world, indeed.
You nodded, still too perplexed by the disarming man to form a coherent sentence, and it seemed said man was aware, if his cocky grin as he settled next to you was anything to go by.
You glanced to the sign indicating the last train's arrival and sighed to yourself.
Fourteen minutes left.
The silence was suffocating, as you chose to go back to examine your hands rather than leer at the handsome man next to you.
It seemed like once again luck was not on your side.
"Miss, could I ask you something?"
You sighed once more, preparing yourself for a religious lunatic or a scammer, ready to shut him down.
But you stopped yourself, maybe out of curiosity, or a lack of a better option.
"what is it?" You muttered.
"Could I interest you in a great opportunity to earn some cash?"
A snort left your nose.
So he was a scammer after all.
'That's a shame, I really thought it might be interesting'.
"Sorry, but I'm not really into ponzi schemes."
His loud laugh was enough to startle you into looking at him once again.
'Damn, he's even hotter when he's laughing' you thought.
"I promise you it's no scheme, I just want to play a game."
"The last person who said that was a serial killer who tortured people, so it's not that promising."
Now it was his turn to snort, and you found yourself grinning at your stupid try to break the ice.
"I'm no jigsaw, I just want to give you a chance to earn some cash, I swear."
A bit less apprehensive, you nodded for him to continue.
The moment he opened his suitcase your grin was gone and your brow raised instead.
"Really? A game of ddakji?"
"Why, afraid you'll lose?"
"Not really. Just a shame for you want to part with your money."
He smiled again, and you found yourself grinning again.
That man really was dashing.
"For every round you win, you gain a hundred, and for every round you lose, you owe me a hundred."
That made you pause, and give him an unimpressed look.
"Do I really look like the type to carry around that amount of cash on me?"
The same smirk from before graced his lips.
"There are other ways you could pay,"
"Huh?" you asked, confused, a blush creeping up your neck.
He chuckled "I meant slaps."
You tried to control your reddening skin and turned to the train sign once again.
Eleven minutes.
'Well, might as well pass the time, it's not like I haven't been slapped before.'
"Okay."
The train was due in six minutes and you still haven't won once.
Your lip was already bruised and swollen, and you were extremely frustrated.
'That was not the way I thought my lip would bruise because of him' you sulked.
He paused before his next throw as he noticed your frown, and tilted his head.
"Giving up already? Where is all that confidence you had before?"
You crinkled your nose at him.
"That was before I knew your were the god of ddakji."
He smirked again and you weren't sure if you wanted to slap him or fuck him.
Maybe both.
Damn, were you horny.
He lowered his hand, the smirk still transfixed to his face.
You wondered if that was his resting face.
"I'll give you a deal, win this round and you get all the money in the suitcase, but if you lose..."
You started moving uncomfortably as his gaze turned predatory.
"...you'll service me."
You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your stomach fluttering at his bold statement.
He handed you your slip of paper and gestured for you to play.
"Ladies first."
You took a breath to calm yourself.
Any other encounter and you would have punched the shit out of someone who even suggested you'll "service them", let alone in a public place.
But you were sick of losing, and desperate.
And well, maybe a little turned on.
He was hot, after all.
And so, you focused all your strength into your last throw, knowing that was your last chance to redeem yourself.
And you missed.
You fell to your knees, this time blushing from shame rather than awkwardness.
The sound of the paper slapping and turning was the final nail to your shame coffin.
A hand caressing your hair broke you out of your scattered thoughts.
"A shame... but you still need to pay."
The strokes turned into a fist, clutching your hair and pulling you towards his trousers, which appeared to be slightly tented.
"Nuzzle."
Something stirred in you once more, making you listen to his command and start moving your mouth and nose over his bulge.
"Good girl," his hand released your hair just a tad, as if rewarding you for behaving.
Once he deemed it was enough, he moved your head back just a bit.
"Untuck me."
You were eager to satisfy, his rough handling of you making you excited to obey as you carefully opened his belt and unzipped him, a rush going through you as you realized he didn't wear any underwear and his cock sprung free.
"Hands behind your back, you can only use your mouth."
You nodded eagerly, staring at his impressive girth and preparing yourself to fit him inside your mouth.
You let him guide you, starting at his base and moving your tongue up to the tip.
The taste of his precum covered your taste buds as you finally took him in, his grip on your hair tightening once more.
"That's right, take it all in, what a good girl you are, so ready to please."
You moaned as he pushed your head even closer to his stomach, tears straining your eyes as you tried to fit him all in without choking.
When you thought you were going to faint from lack of oxygen, he finally let you off his dick to take a gulp of air.
"You are so good to me, you are going to let me fuck your throat properly now, won't you?"
You nodded once more, his words and the haziness from the lack of breath making you even wetter than you were.
When your breath evened enough to continue he led his dick to your mouth once again, his grip in your hair sturdy and firm.
"Open wide."
And so you did.
With every thrust you could feel his tip hit the back of your throat, making him groan in satisfaction, your pussy clenching around nothing.
You could sense he was nearing his end as his thrusts became shallower and faster.
"You are going to swallow it all like the good girl you are. You better not disappoint me."
You hummed in agreement and braced yourself as you felt him bury his dick deep inside of you one last time, a groan leaving his mouth as spurts of warm cum filled your throat.
When he finally stilled and started softening he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.
You were heaving on the floor as he lifted your face.
"Show me."
You opened your mouth with slight effort, sore after being abused both by the man's hand and cock, confirming to him that you indeed swallowed it all.
His smirk reappeared as he brushed the top of your hair, as if he was trying to manage it somewhat back to its original form.
"Well done. I think you deserve a treat for how good you were."
And with that he ducked to your level and pulled out a small wad of cash and a business card.
"There aren't many spots left, your luck might be better there."
You were confused as you heard the train pull up and the man slowly rose from his position.
"What is this?"
"Your chance to redeem yourself."
You were still hazy as the man stepped into the train, his smile still present.
"And who knows," he said as the doors started closing,
"If you win, we might continue where we left off."
He glanced towards your pants, that were now sporting a slightly soaked patch in the crotch area, to your utter embarrassment.
You kept eye contact as the train pulled out of the station, your puzzled face reflecting on the glass doors.
Only a couple of minutes after the train has left had you realized you haven't boarded the last one.
"Damn it, I'll have to walk home," you muttered, finally gaining enough strength in your legs to get up.
The card gleamed as you stepped out of the station, the lamp shining on the symbols decorating the front of it.
You turned it around and read the number, remembering the man's last words before he left.
'Well, I might as well try, maybe I can actually win some cash, or see him again,' you thought, mind wondering to what might be if you meet again.
And with that, you dialed the number.
"Do you wish to participate in the game?"
You were always a risk taker.