Memories of Actual Murder

Mike takes Luisa to an elite party of the super wealthy and ruling class men of New York, mostly accompanied by their sugarbabies.

In Memories of Murder

(submitted under Erotic Couplings) we met Luisa, who likes to tease herself with her own nudity, and then decides to enter the wintry outdoors wearing a thin T shirt and no bra, only to find no male takers. Having given up, she heads to the Korean Film Festival at Lincoln Center to see the director Bong Joon-Ho's first film, Memories of Murder, originally from 2003. There she meets a rich man Mike, who rapidly seduces her into exhibitionist sex, plus sex with his Korean man servant Hyungsok, in a lightning fast, total seduction. Returning home the next day, she is filled with shame, but she receives the necklace of her dreams by messenger from Mike, and surprisingly, she is ready for a repeat performance. This is where we join the story.

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It took a while for the Bentley to wend its way from deep Brooklyn to Park Avenue on the Upper East Side. Sometimes New York traffic is like that, I guess. Actually, from what everyone says, traffic is a problem more often than not. I wouldn't know, being a girl who uses public transit: primarily subways, and also the occasional bus.

Mike was annoyed. I saw him standing there, on the sidewalk, looking at his watch. Was he one of those compulsive guys who hated being late? I realized I knew so little about him! I spent one fabulous afternoon and evening with him, made love to him and his man servant both, and now received the Buccellati necklace of my dreams, was being driven in his Bentley, and all within the past 24 hours. I was beginning to wonder if I was in the middle of a hallucination or something?

Okay, I use my fair share of drugs, but mostly it's just weed, nicotine, and alcohol. There is, of course, the occasional line of coke, but really, that's an exception. The weed is kind of, sort of, illegal, but the coke is definitely illegal, and I'm a nervous person, one who doesn't like to break the law. At the moment, I was as clean as a whistle. Whistle clean, I call it.

I had also given myself an enema, just in case the evening went that way, you know? Jeez, I really did know so little about Mike; I didn't even know if he liked anal! Actually, I had decided to go to the party just to see how the super-rich, the ruling class, party! I hadn't expected -- at all -- to get a hugely expensive gift like the Buccellati necklace that suddenly and yes -- I'll admit it -- totally superficially, made me like Mike; it made me like Mike a lot.

Be aware, however, that I was predisposed to like Mike. I didn't have sex with him just for kicks; I had really liked him from the get-go. The two of us had chemistry. I was kind of hoping things would evolve to the point where we could each want to keep the other, possibly for a good long while, you know?

Mike's face lit up into a smile that seemed to glow in the dark when he saw me. "You look ravishing, Luisa. You'll be the talk of the benefit," he said. I wondered what he meant? We made the short drive to the museum and before I could get my seat belt off and arranged to exit the car gracefully (no panties to be exposed for this girl!), the chauffeur was right there opening the door for me.

Mike took my arm and he led me up the steps and into the pavilion. It was like a huge, gigantic cocktail party with everyone dressed to the nines. The men were in tuxedos and the women all looked ravishing. I felt singularly underdressed and was embarrassed. Mike sensed this and he said, "You have an understated elegance, my dear. You have the face and the body that obviates the need for a flashy dress. Every man here tonight will want to get his hands on your tits. Too bad most of them will be frustrated!"

"Most of them?" I asked. "Don't you mean all of them, Mike?"

Mike just smiled. "Come here, Luisa. There's someone I want you to meet," he said, and he led me over to a small gaggle of women who completely silenced themselves as soon as we were within ear shot. I'm not an idiot. I knew that meant they had been discussing us.

"Beth, Gayle, Susan, this is Luisa. She's with me," Mike said.

"No kidding, Sherlock," Beth said. She was clearly the alpha woman of the gaggle, and too elegant to have said 'no shit, Sherlock.' I liked her instantly. We all began talking. I remarked at how beautiful the pavilion was, and the women nodded appropriately.

"These events are so boring," Gayle suddenly said, which caught me by surprise.

"Yeah. The men bring us, eye candy on their arms, and then they go off and network and leave us alone. What's the point?" Susan added.

"I disagree. Don't you enjoy our own company more than the stuffed shirts filling up this place?" Beth contributed.

"Okay, that's a point, but it's my nature to flirt, and no man will flirt with me here, because they know I "belong" to Steve," Susan said, including the air quotes around the word "belong."

"Belong?" I naively asked. I suddenly noticed none of the women were wearing wedding rings.

"Sugardaddy's, honey, like your man, Mike Schwartzman. Have you met his man servant Hyungsok, yet?" Susan asked.

Beth looked annoyed at Susan for having said that, and I blushed a lovely shade of scarlet, I'm sure.

"Judging by her reaction, I'd say that Luisa has definitely "met" Hyungsok!" Gayle piped in. She too used air quotes. Now I was thoroughly embarrassed.

"Relax, Luisa. Gayle and I have also "met" Hyungsok at one time or another. Indeed, Hyungsok is the reason Gayle is no longer Mike's sugarbaby, right Gayle? She enjoyed Hyungsok a bit too much, it seems. Quite justifiably so, I might add!" Susan said. "How long have you been Mike's girl?"

At this point I was totally flustered.

"That's enough, girls," Beth said. "Give poor Luisa a break. I have the impression she's new to this, am I right?"

I nodded.

"Mike gave you that necklace?" Beth asked.

I nodded sheepishly again.

"You have good taste," Beth said. "It's beautiful and it graces your neck perfectly. It says "you" quite convincingly." Again, with the air quotes! It was a disease with these women, it seemed.

"Thank you, but I didn't choose it. Mike surprised me with it only an hour ago," I said.

"Yes, we all know Mike's style. You'd been dreaming of that necklace though, hadn't you? Checking it out longingly on your computer?" Beth asked.

Before I could ask how she knew that, Beth then asked, "You know what he wants after an extravagant gift like that, don't you, honey?"

I suspect I blushed again. "Oh, she knows," Gayle said.

"He got that last night, before the necklace," I said. I was almost in tears, I felt so dirty. "Hyungsok, too," I added before they could shame me in that aspect.

"Oh, honey, you're good! Both of them already, in one night? How long had you been dating? It can't have been long..."

I held up one finger, interrupting Susan.

"One year?" I looked down. "One month?" I felt so ashamed! "One week?" A touch of incredulity was slipping into Susan's tone.

"One day," I said, ending it. "Well, I guess maybe 28 hours now."

"You slept with both, and on your first date, too?" Susan asked. She now appeared to have replaced incredulity with awe.

I blushed, and nodded. Suddenly I could feel the respect of the three of them. They accepted me. I was one of them.

"So, she already gave Mike the two for one treatment, yet still he gave her that necklace and it can't have been cheap, so now he wants..." Susan said.

"I doubt she's ready for that. She's awfully young..." Gayle said.

"Yes, but obviously casual about sex," Susan said, then quickly adding, "like all of us girls."

"I'm right here," I said, as they discussed me in the third person.

"Excellent observation, Luisa," Beth said, a bit too loudly. "Girls, a discussion like that should be behind Luisa's back."

"What? I'd like a little heads up, here. What is Mike going to want from me?" I asked.

After the queen bee Beth had told them to bottle it, however, the girls shut up, and refused to bring up the subject again, despite my entreaties. Instead they talked about the men for whom they currently were being cute little sexpots. I found that interesting, and after all, I can take care of myself, so I let it slide.

"Come with me, Luisa. I'll introduce you to some rich and powerful men," Beth said.

"My Mike appears to be plenty rich, already," I said.

"Yes, but these men are richer. They're much richer," Beth said.

"Is that important? Being rich like Mike is would seem to me to be more than enough," I said. Mike, after all, was by far the richest man I had ever met, or had ever hoped to meet!

"Does Mike own an airplane? Does he have a second home on the French Riviera? Or at Lake Como? Or in Kensington? Is he routinely invited to Davos?" Beth asked.

"I don't know. I've never heard of Lake Como, and what do you mean by Kensington?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; I keep forgetting how young ,and how new, you are to this. How long have you known Mike?"

I blushed. "Twenty-four hours or so, well, more like twenty-eight," I said.

"And you've already enjoyed Hyungsok?" Beth asked, and I could see the shock in her face.

"Yes, and Mike too, of course!" I replied.

"Of course. And he already gave you the necklace..." Beth paused thinking. "He has great plans for you, Luisa. Fasten your seat belt. Then sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Oh look, here's Andrew! Andrew, over here!" she called.

"Beth, my dear, you look gorgeous, not that it's surprising. Are you still with your stick in the mud? And who is this little goddess you have with you? My goodness!" Andrew said.

I was now totally frustrated. All these little warnings came, but with no follow through and no opening for me to ask! I let Andrew kiss my hand, and then he used my hand to pull me flush against himself. I was positioned in such a way that nobody could see when he slipped a hand inside my dress and felt up my left boob, tweaking my nipple in exactly the way I like them tweaked.

I didn't know what to do! It was outrageous behavior, but the reception in the spectacular pavilion was not the place to make a scene, so I extricated myself, gently, from Andrew and acted as if nothing had happened. After all, much worse had happened to me at drunken fraternity parties in college. Much, much worse I recalled silently, and I smiled at the memory.

My smile was a mistake. Both Beth and Andrew noticed it. It was opposite of course from high moral dudgeon at Andrew's copping a feel within seconds of meeting me.

"Luisa's is Mike Schwarzman's date tonight," Beth said.

"Ah, that makes sense," Andrew said, as he pulled me back against him and took another fondle of my boobs, both of them this time. I blushed furiously and looked at Beth for help, or at least some guidance?

"That's enough, Andrew. Time to stop preying on the inexperienced girls, don't you think?"

"Never, my dear," Andrew said, and as if to show his defiance of the queen bee Beth, he roughly pulled me into him and kissed me! By this time, I was flummoxed and did not know what to do. Panicked thoroughly, I just did what comes naturally and returned the kiss, all the time trying to push Andrew away from me. When his tongue entered my mouth I pushed truly hard, and that ended it.

"I'm so embarrassed," I mumbled to nobody.

Beth heard me and said, in a sympathetic tone, "Yes, I understand, but you're aroused, too, am I right?"

I raised my head and looked at her. "We've all been there, Luisa. This is Andrew's way of saying hello. Be grateful he stayed above your waist," Beth said, in a kind of big sisterly, comforting tone of voice.

"I'm in this over my head. I should leave. I'll go get a taxi. Can you let Mike know for me? I have a horrible headache," I said, lying of course about my head.

Ignoring my remark, Beth asked, "Do you keep a diary on your computer?"

"W do you ask?" I said. Her remark was coming from nowhere!

"Write in your diary about something you saw that you really, really want. Something expensive, like your necklace. Give it a week, and see what happens. Go the distance tonight, whatever it is -- one thing about Mike is, he has an imagination -- and then see what happens about your new diary entry. By the way, speaking of Mike, has he fucked you naked on his balcony, yet?" Beth said, as I stood there, horrified and stupefied.

"You ARE good! Fast, too!" Beth said, realizing from my reaction that the answers to her questions were all positive. "Did you notice his neighbor, the voyeur?"

"You mean the guy across the street with the telephoto lens the size of Montana?" I asked,

"I like you, Luisa. We're going to become good friends. Want to meet him? He's here, tonight. He's over there, talking with Steve, Ken, and your very own Mike. Ken is the man with the camera," Beth said. Not waiting for a reply, she took my hand, and led me over to the group of men. They were discussing the stock market.

"This is Luisa. She's Mike's date tonight, although I've been monopolizing her all evening, except for a brief encounter with Andrew, of course," Luisa said.

"Of course," Steve said, smiling a knowing smile. I nervously looked over at Mike, and was happy to see he was smiling, too.

"Luisa has the most adorable blush," Beth said, both explaining that I didn't really welcome the liberties Andrew took with me, and at the same time making me blush again.

"No worries, Luisa. Wearing a backless dress like yours, and with no bra, is like waving a red flag in front of a bull, where Andrew's concerned. Just be glad your skirt is long. Remember, Beth, when you first came to one of these benefits, and you wore a mini skirt? That was fun to watch!" Ken said.

To my great surprise, I discovered even Beth could blush!

Mike had extricated himself and walked around the men hovering over me, to take my side. "Sorry about Andrew. I should have warned you, darling," he said. "How far did he get?"

"Thorough tit fondles and a passionate kiss," Beth announced to the men.

The men nodded, knowingly. "Yes, that's our Andrew," Steve said. "It's too bad, really, he's a great guy, but now I'm sure Luisa will give him a wide birth, won't you, honey?"

"Yes, certainly!" I said.

"The formal part is about to begin. We should all take our seats," Beth said.

We went to the chairs, each chair having a card with a name on it. Mike and I were placed together, of course. I ended up sitting between Mike and Ken-the-voyeur. There was a gorgeous woman next to Ken who had to be his date. There was another gorgeous woman next to Mike, who was somebody else's date. Actually, all the women at the event seemed to me to be gorgeous.

Beth was seated in the row in front of me, off to my right just a bit, with some man who had to be her sugardaddy, on one side, and Steve on the other side of her, with yet another gorgeous woman next to Steve. I saw the woman give Steve a rather sexy kiss on his lips, upon sitting down.

A man walked up to the podium on the small stage. I assume he was the MC. Everyone applauded and at the end of the applause both Mike and Ken-the-voyeur ended applauding with their hands on my two thighs. My legs were crossed, but Mike pulled them gently apart. My knees were locked together.

No surprise, but less than a full two minutes later both men's hands had slipped through the slits in my long skirt to find my two thighs. As the MC droned on about how the museum depended on the wonderful generosity of the assembled audience of lecherous, rich, and mostly old, men, the two men were stroking my thighs. My goodness, but they had talented hands!

As usual, I had no idea what to do! Two men had never stroked my thighs at the same time before, not even at that infamous fraternity party in college, which seemed a long time ago.

The MC was now acknowledging the donors, one by one, thanking them for the gifts. The first donor rose to accept the applause and then announced his new gift for the new year. More applause. He bowed and sat down. The size of his gift made my head swim.

Both men were paying attention to the size of all of the other men's gifts even while their hands were busy on my bare thighs, under my long dress. I clapped with the others, but my two molesters had busy hands, shall we say.

Suddenly the MC announced the gift of Ken Banco. This apparently was Ken-the-voyeur, the man whose hand was flirting with my panties under my dress. The size of his gift was the biggest yet. Were gift sizes correlated with cock sizes, I idly wondered. And if so, was the correlation positive or negative?

As Ken stood up to take his bows, Mike used the opportunity to grab my panties and push them down my thighs. During the thunderous applause he spoke into my ear and told me to take them off. Since they were already at my knees, I reached on top of my dress and gave them a shove, letting gravity help their fall to my ankles. Mike bent over and pulled them off my ankles, putting my panties in his sports coat pocket. I wondered if he noticed the wet spot? Of course, he did.

Ken finally sat back down, and when he did Mike removed his two fingers from deep inside my now soaking wet pussy. I was freaked out beyond belief by what Mike and Ken were doing in such an ambiance, but I confess: It also turned me on.

During the next round of applause for the next donor, Ken said into my other ear, "I thoroughly enjoyed watching Mike fuck you on his balcony yesterday." He next took my head in his hands, turned it to face him, and gave me a sexy, lingering kiss, right in front of Mike and anyone else who was watching! Yet again flummoxed by the unexpected, I just kissed him back. I had given up wondering whether or not Mike would approve of my behavior. After I had let his man servant Hyungsok fuck me silly with his enormous cock, and Mike seemed barely to notice, I figured he liked watching other men molest me.

When the kiss broke, Ken said, "And the naked blowjob, too, out on Mike's balcony." As Ken kissed me a second time, he somewhat discreetly slipped a hand under my dress to fondle my left tit. In the meantime, Mike was having a grand old time with two of his fingers inside me, trying, and failing, to find my G spot.

Ken whispered one more little item, "I'd love to see you in action at a Hathaway party, you know?" I had no idea what that meant, but I had given up trying to understand these people at that point.

At that moment I happened to catch Beth's eye, since she had turned around. When she saw how I was letting the two men go to town with me, right there, in front of New York's high society, she raised a single eyebrow and smiled at me. She whispered something to her own sugardaddy, and he looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then he nodded.

I couldn't worry about what was going on with Beth, because just then I climaxed onto Mike's two fingers. I'm sure it was obvious to Mike, Ken, and whoever else saw me. Right then, as if to put the cherry on the top of my humiliation sundae, the MC called out Ethan M. Schwarzman, and Mike stood up. I guessed Mike was his middle name.

The size of Mike's gift was humongous, and suddenly I realized he had used couch change to buy me the necklace that had won him my forbearance at being publicly molested. Everyone was looking at Mike, and probably seeing Ken's hand on my left tit, with his other one under my dress. Even a moron would know where his hand under my dress was!

I tried to get Ken to leave me alone while we were in the spotlight, but instead he superbly upped his fingering, and damn it all but I climaxed a second time, even while Mike was bowing and acknowledging the applause. Then Mike announced his new gift: He was giving the museum his prized Monet painting. The room went wild! The MC looked as if he was going to faint. I learned later Mike had been lobbied to donate that painting for a long time, but he wanted an excessive evaluation, so that he could deduct the maximum from his taxes, of course.