It was a warm summer evening in Seoul, and Yami was just arriving from her hometown further to the south. She was excitedly thinking about the evening, she hadn't been to a club in more than a year. She couldn't help but think about her boyfriend, fleetingly. After all, she had met him at a club in the Philippines a few years earlier.
It was with her friend, Bomi, that she would soon be meeting that they first met. Her boyfriend was currently away on business, as he so often is. She wondered what he might be doing right now, a short feeling of jealousy coursed through her mind. She shook it off quickly, however, it wasn't worth thinking about. Besides, she would be heading to a outdoor house music festival with her best friend.
As she waited for a taxi to bring her from the airport to where she had agreed to meed her friend, she started to feel an all too familiar warmth between her legs. She remembered back to those days in Manila, before she had met her boyfriend. She was always wet, and frequently found a way to get fucked. She had even traveled to Hong Kong a few times to meet with two guys she found on the internet, sleeping with both of them. Although she hadn't had contact with either in some time, she missed the encounters and their sexual chats. It was shortly after she started dating her boyfriend that she was caught sexting.
He was extremely jealous, all the more so after he continued to catch her time after time. She did love him, though, and eventually stopped talking with both of them. Her mind thought back to those days as the world moved past her from the back of the taxi.
She also thought back to all the nights she spent in the clubs of Manila. She loved attention from Indian men, in particular. She found their brown skin to nicely complement her porcelain white skin. She also loved to be degraded and used roughly, and she found that Indian men were very often willing to give her exactly what she wanted.
Her mind was instantly brought back to the present as the taxi driver called her attention. They had arrived, and in her daydreaming she hadn't been paying attention. She paid the driver, and stepped out of the car and into the warm summer air. She could feel that her thighs were coated with musky wetness. Squeezing her legs together for a moment, she let out a slight moan and then decided that she had better focus and meet Bomi.
She quickly entered the Starbucks where they had agreed to meet, and saw Bomi standing at the counter to place her order. Yami quickly snuck up behind her and tried to scare her friend, to no avail.
"You bitch," said Bomi, "you always try to scare me and it never works."
"Well, you know how it is, I like to have a bit of fun. Besides, you were standing there without paying attention to what's going on around you, just like always!" joked Yami.
"Alright, I'll forgive you this time. But next time, you're in trouble! Anyway, we should hurry, Avicii is performing in about 45 minutes and I don't want to miss it!"
"Me too! Let's hurry up. Besides, I'm ready to shake my ass a bit."
"Haha, yeah, you're always shaking your ass. It's a good thing your boyfriend isn't coming. He can't dance anyway."
"Yeah, I know. And he wouldn't let me shake my ass, that's for sure."
They walked toward the gate to enter the event while they caught up on life and love. Bomi had only recently moved back to Korea, and hadn't seen Yami in almost a year.
## Chapter 2
As they passed through the gate they could see thousands of people. A few Korean men approached them almost immediately and offered to give them some stickers and glowing necklaces. They graciously accepted, but quickly left them.
"I really need to find a new boyfriend here," said Bomi, "I haven't had sex in almost six months!"
"Wow, since when you you even like sex? You always said it was gross!"
"Well, my last boyfriend, the Australian changed all that for me. I can't get enough of it now."
"You've finally become a woman, Bomi! I was worried about you all this time. I also haven't had much sex lately, though."
"What are you talking about? You're living together with Chris."
"Well, he's back in New York for business right now. He's been there for two weeks."
"Really, Yami? Two weeks and you're already complaining?"
"Well, it isn't just that. Lately we only have sex about once a week."
"Oh, I thought all Caucasian men were like my ex. He wanted it every day!"
"So did Chris at first. But it's been a few years. Lately, he's a little tired. But, it's still good when he does fuck me."
"Yeah, I know you have a high sex drive. I remember that you were always talking to Jimmy and Sam from Hong Kong, even after you met Chris."
"Don't remind me. I really miss both of them. Sam was really dirty, he loved me to lick his ass hole. And Jimmy was pretty rough, he liked to treat me pretty dirty."
"You sound pretty horny, Yami. You had better be careful! Haha."
"You're right. Well, let's see if we can find a drink and let's get our asses shaking!"
They passed through the crowd and found the bar. It didn't take long for the bartender to pick them out, it was mostly men waiting to buy drinks. They ordered a few vodka sprites and started moving through the crowd towards the stage.
## Chapter 3
About half way through Avicii's set, Yami and Bomi were dancing with each other when a two guys approached. To Yami's secret delight, they were Indian, and she felt her pussy immediately get a little wet.
"Hi there, I'm Ram!"
"Oh, I'm Yami."
"You're pretty, are you here alone?"
Yami was pretty, she was tall for a Korean and had an athletic body. She was a little conscious of her small tits, but many men told her they were nice.
"I'm here with my sister, Bomi," she lied. "But I guess she is talking to your friend anyway."
"Yes, we're here on business. We work for Samsung in New Delhi."
"Oh, Samsung, wow! Have you been here long?"
"Just long enough to learn about this party! I love Avicii, and house music in general."
