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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 2 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Originally posted by tahyns

          “Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Jimin and Hoseok?” Silver leaned against your cubicle.

           "They told me not to tell you.“ You confessed.

           "So they’re on the rooftop eating. Got it.” Silver snorted. “Well, I have to head out for a bit to deliver some papers. When they get back, tell them that I just got word from one of the Directors that they’re sending someone to take a look at our building.”

           "Someone?“

           "They didn’t specify who but just that he was ‘very important’.” Silver sighed. “When I tried to press further, they said they would rather keep his identity anonymous for the time being.”

           "Sounds pretty classified.“ You hummed.

           "Seriously. It must be someone pretty important. But anyway, let those two know. He’s coming in a couple of days. They need a heads up to get their act together.”

           "Will do.“ You continued typing your documents.


           A few minutes later, you spotted the two sneaking back into the office after taking their early lunch break so you waltzed towards them. They flinched, afraid you were Silver catching them in the act.

           "She knows where you were. But she said to tell you that the Directors are sending someone to take a look at our building.” You recited. “We don’t know who it is, but they deemed he was 'very important’ and would like to keep his identity anonymous in the meanwhile.”

           "Okay…“ Jimin raised an eyebrow. "So…do we have to do anything differently? We can’t exactly prepare if we don’t know who it is?”

           "Well we should at least tidy up our office. They’re most likely to go in there if it’s someone the higher ups sent over.“ Hoseok stated. "Plus we really should keep it clean. Papers are piling up.”

           "True.“ Jimin sighed. "But there’s a level of cleanliness that’s just too uptight. I can’t live like that.”

           Hoseok rubbed his temples. “Jimin, I can’t find ANYTHING around your desk anymore! Just because you don’t have anyone to impress here doesn’t mean you can just not care!”

           Jimin snickered, “You got me. My desk doesn’t need to be clean because it’s not used for fun anymore.”

           You tilted your head in confusion.

           "Don’t mind him, Y/N.“ Hoseok smiled warmly. "Thanks for passing along the message.”

           You bowed and turned to return to your cubicle, puzzled. What did Mr. Park mean by his desk won’t be used for fun?

           "Oh, Y/N. Come to my office for a sec.“ Jimin called before you took a few steps away.

           "It’s my office too.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "You stay out here. I need to ask her something important.“ Jimin ordered.

           "What? You can’t lock me out of my own office!”

           "Watch me.“ Jimin cackled as he pushed you inside and latched the door.

           "Jimin!” Hoseok hissed.

           "What did you need to ask me, Mr. Park?“ You questioned.

           He peered at you skeptically, and you stared at him curiously in return.

           "Are you seeing someone?” he bluntly asked.

           "Mmm not exactly.“ You admitted.

           "Y/N.” Jimin shook his head and sighed. “This is when women should act coy and shy that their boss figured them out.”

           "But I don’t see the purpose of that when you’ll just continue to hold me hostage in this room until I give you an answer.“

           "True.” Jimin sighed.

           "But why did you feel the need to ask me this?“

           "Oh. No reason. You just seemed to be glowing a bit, so I figured you got some action.” Jimin chuckled.

           "There are such powers to see that?“ You were in awe.

           "Well…umm…I guess you could say it’s an observation skill I’ve picked up.” Jimin hummed.

           "From?“

           "It’s not important.” Jimin opened the door. “Well good luck with your documents, Y/N. You’re looking very lovely today.”

           "Um…thanks, Mr. Park… I guess.“

           You walked out skeptically, and a bit weirded out, while Hoseok entered the room, giving Jimin a scolding glare.


           "She what???” Jungkook bellowed and his fellow police unit members looked over to him talking on his phone.

           "Sorry.“ He mouthed to the others and then stepped outside to continue his conversation. "That girl wanted to what?”

           "Well since you abandoned her yesterday–“

           "I didn’t abandon anyone. I just got held up at work!” Jungkook complained.

           "Same thing to customers.“ The Receptionist bluntly interjected. "Anyways, I had to get someone to cover for you and it seems that she liked him, so she wants to split the hour between you and the substitute.”

           "Who the hell is this substitute? I’m the only Aggressor we have right now that’s taking customers!“

           "Mmm let’s just say he’s a bit flexible with his persona.” The Receptionist chuckled. “He goes by the name of Mon.”

           Jungkook snorted. “Mon. What kind of name is that?”

           "Says someone whose host name is Nochu.“

           "Hey! Nochu is cool!”

           "Uhuh. Yes, sure.“

           Jungkook grumbled. "Well, if he’s just a substitute and I don’t know who he is. Then he’s not a real host so you can’t split the time.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “That’s the thing…”

           "What?“

           "He can split the time with you.”

           "What???!“ Jungkook yelled. "Why? Now she’s going to think less of me!”

           "Well just make those 30 minutes count. I’m sure someone of your high caliber can. Or am I wrong?“ The Receptionist smoothed.

           Jungkook coughed and straightened up. "Well it’s not like I can’t. I’d just have preferred more time to demonstrate my abilities.”

           "Well it is what it is, Jungkook.“

           "This sucks.” Jungkook exhaled. “She’s the first person that doubted my skills and I’m already getting demoted.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “Hey, don’t forget. The Red Mask also had to share a customer, once upon a time. And also Rule #6, my little Kooks.”

           Jungkook exhaled, “Rule #6: Think it before you sink it.”

           "That’s right. And what does it mean?“

           Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Every move has to be calculated and precise. You have a limited time with the customers, so everything has to be efficient to get the maximum pleasure.” He recited half-heartedly.

           "Good.“

           "Alright, well thanks for the heads up.” Jungkook stated. “Someone’s texting me so I’ll see you later.”

           "See ya, Nochu.“

           Jungkook glanced at his phone curiously.


           "Oppa?” Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder. “Is that your boy toy?”

           You blinked and sent your text. “I deserve some privacy, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin grinned cutely, trying to quell your annoyance. “My bad, Y/N. You just looked so concentrated.”

           "Did you need something, Mr. Park?“

           "Yeah, I need to use your phone to make a call to one of the higher ups.”

           "Oh?“ you chuckled as you gestured towards it. "Why?”

           "I’m hoping I’ll be able to work my charms to figure out who’s coming. If it’s the Inspection Department, we’ll need to be prepared.“ Jimin explained.

           "Good luck.” You stated amused. “I don’t know if your charms are that far-reaching.”

           Jimin huffed as he grabbed the phone.


           You took a deep breath and adjusted your dress before heading into Club Masquerade, donning your winged black mask. You still had many questions about the place and frankly, you were also questioning yourself about why you were returning. As intelligent as you were, love, relationships, and intimacy were things that still baffled you. There was no sense of control in them, no way to prepare yourself…or was there? Deep inside, you hoped that you would find some answers in this Club. Or at least you’d hope to find experiences that would help you learn about yourself and this realm of romance. There seemed to be some sort of code you weren’t aware of that most people followed.

           "Welcome Dark Angel!“ the Receptionist greeted happily.

           "Dark…Angel?” You raised an eyebrow.

           She giggled. “I thought of a nickname for you cause of your mask. If I didn’t, I might accidentally call you by your name and I don’t think either of us want that.”

           You chuckled. “I like it.”

           "Well, Nochu is in a session right now. But he’ll be with you once it ends. I’ll take you to the room you were in last time.“

           "And Mon?” You questioned curiously. “Was he okay with splitting the time?”

           The Receptionist smiled. “He was pretty happy. He’s a usually not on the host market, but for you, he’s decided to make a limited time offer.”

           She winked at you and you found yourself shyly smiling to yourself. It made you feel special hearing that he made arrangements just for you.

           "Here’s the room and the buzzer is in there. We used to hand it to customers…but then we had a case of customers 'breaking’ the buzzers so they wouldn’t get interrupted.“ She chuckled to herself at the memory. "So we’ve attached buzzers in all the room walls, which I activate when the sessions start. And if that doesn’t work, I have to go in and extract people.”

           "What a tough job…“ You muttered and she laughed.

           "It’s definitely interesting.” The Receptionist shrugged and then glanced at her watch. “Well, he should be in, in a minute or two so sit tight, and have fun ~”

           "…thanks.“ You answered, not sure how to respond to her chipper yet suggestive tone. It also made you a little conscious that she had access to the rooms to watch, but then again, that was the last thing on your mind when you had encountered Mon before.

           You found yourself lying down inside the pillow fort comfortably once again, wondering what Nochu was going to be like. Work had been long so you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.           

           You must’ve been out deeply for a few minutes before you were jolted awake by someone pressing their lips on the sensitive part of your neck. You gasped and sat up, quickly noticing that you had company now.

           Nochu.

           You couldn’t forget his intricately designed gold mask and strong build from your first encounter.

           He smirked playfully as you touched your neck, where the sensation of lips still lingered.

           "I wasn’t ready!” You complained.

           He chuckled, “You paid for the session, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I started the service on time.”

           You eyed him. “Well, it’s this room’s fault. It promotes napping more than anything else.”

           "You think so?“ he hummed as he shifted towards you.

           Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply as he climbed over you, trapping you under his large body. You had to prop yourself up on your elbows to prevent yourself from falling back into the sea of pillows.

           "Tell me then if you can sleep during our session.” he chuckled as he lined his lips down your jaw.

           Your heart raced at the feeling and you gulped, already sensing how dangerous Nochu was going to be.

           "Still sleepy?“ he whispered as he trailed down onto your throat.

            "A bit.” You tried to maintain your cool.

           "Then maybe you should lie down.“ He pushed you down roughly so that you were completely lying down. "Let me wake you up completely.”

           "Anything goes.“ You stated seriously.

           He stared at your surprised. "Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

           "Well, let’s just say I won’t know what I prefer until I’ve tried it.“

           Nochu chuckled. "Then that’s great for me…and most definitely for you.”

           He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Because I have a lot to show you.”

           You gulped as you felt him grab your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning them near your head. Then surprisingly, he leaned down and captured your lips in his.

           Your entire being was set on fire by the intensity with which he was pressing down onto you. Like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were his only source of food. You reciprocated, not wanting to lose the battle for dominance, not wanting to be completely taken over. But it only served to make him more eager. He bit your bottom lip, which melted you momentarily, enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

           You squeezed his hands, wanting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t let you.

           "What was that about not being good enough?“ he stopped kissing you and spoke, his breathing fanning across your face. "I hardly even touched you and you already want me closer.”

           You glared at him and hooked your leg around his, causing him to lose leverage. In one sweep, you rolled over, pushing him onto his back this time.

           He released your hands in surprise and you grabbed his collar.

           "Like I said, you’re arrogant and I’m unimpressed.“ You hissed.

           Quickly, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a rough kiss. His hands, now free, began roaming down your body. He slid his hand across your stomach teasingly then cupped your breasts, all while he continued to expertly kiss you. You were on all fours on top of him, trying to keep your arms and legs from giving out and pressing your body on top of his.

           "You know, a lady shouldn’t straddle in a dress, unless she’s expecting something.” he chuckled as he massaged your boobs.

           "Well, should I not be expecting the best from one of the best?“ You taunted.

           "I’m just afraid you won’t be able to handle the best.” he smugly grinned.

           "Why don’t you try me?“ You challenged.

           "Well then,” one of his hands slid down to caress your ass then down to the back of your thighs. “Why don’t you try staying in this position for as long as you can? It seems you’re already a bit… shaky with need.”

           You huffed. “You seem to have bad eyesight.”

           "Keep up then.“

           You caught him smirk a little before he slid down further underneath you.

           It all happened so quickly. One of his hands pulled down your dress at the front, your bra with it, and he latched his mouth around your nipple. Simultaneously, the hand on the back of your thigh slid up to push your skirt higher, exposing your panties. He rubbed your ass gently while he sucked on your nipple. You threw your head back at the jolt of pleasure that tingled throughout your body. Then his finger found your center and your arms almost gave way.

           "Not wet enough.” he hummed. “I’ll have to change that.”

           He rubbed your clit through your underwear in circles lightly and you immediately felt heat rushing downwards. The double sensation was intense and novel. You had never experienced it before, so your heart raced and your mind was pounding. You would never admit it out loud, but he was really as skilled as he claimed to be.

           You moaned as you felt yourself dampen, the juices heightening the sensation of his strokes as he quickened his pace.

           Your vocalization of pleasure seemed to encourage him and he became rougher, licking circles around your breast more fervently. You began panting as your body began to feel a greater need, for more friction, more of…something. As if reading your thoughts, he slipped his hand into your panties and inserted his finger into your hole.

           "Fuck, so tight.“ he hissed.

           You cringed a little at the new feeling, but he stilled his finger to let you get used to it. Once you relaxed, he began pushing deeper into you with his digit. Your eyes rolled back.

           "Oh my go–” you breathed.

           But he began moving his finger in and out of you, and your mind blanked out. Soon enough, you felt your hips bucking forward to meet his finger shamefully. You heard him chuckle smugly and that brought you back to your senses.

           "Stop.“ You stated.

           "What? Why?” He pulled his finger out of you and slid back up to see your face. “Tired of staying up like that?”

           You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face for some reason.

           "No.“ You glared at him.

           "Then why’d you stop me?” he stared at you with lidded eyes and sucked his finger clean.

           You blushed at the sight, but you were also a bit more turned on that he had tasted you so willingly.

           "I want to suck you off.“ You blurted out.

           His eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of his hesitation, you climbed down and began unbuttoning his pants. Hurriedly, his hands grabbed yours.

           "Whoa, whoa. What??” he bellowed.

           "I can’t?“ You pouted cutely and blinked at him.

           "Well, no. I mean– yea, no…maybe…”

           "I’m sure you’ve had this done often. I’ve never done it…“ You confessed. "So…you can teach me.”

           He stared at you for a long few minutes. “I mean umm…”

           "You don’t want me to?“ You frowned and looked up at him from where you were, dangerously close to his cock.

           "Um…alright then. Since you’ve never done it before…if that’s what you want to do during the session…” he stated, a bit unsure. “Are you sure about this?”

           "Yes.“ You stated firmly. "I’d like to get it over with.”

           "Oh wow…thanks.“ he rolled his eyes.

           You struggled to pull his pants down so he stood up to expose himself easier. Your eyes widened as he stood there, half naked in front of you. When he threw his pants and boxers to the side and caught you gawking, he smirked.

           "Like what you see?” he cocked his eyebrow up flirtatiously.

           You glared at him. “Alright, come here then.”

           "Whoa, no.“ he shook his head. "That’s too aggressive. It sounds like you’re about the bite my dick off.”

           "Probably for the best to make you shut up about your skills.“ You argued.

           "Says the one who was moaning a few minutes ago? Mhm.” he retorted.

           You blushed.

           He walked away from the pillow fort to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall.

           "Come here and get on your knees.“ he commanded.

           You obeyed and studied his hard cock in front of you curiously.

           "What? First time you’ve seen a dick or something?” he snickered.

           "No, shut up. It was dark the first few times I had sex, so I didn’t really take a good look.“ You huffed.

           "You had sex in the dark your first few times?” he cackled. “Damn that’s kinky.”

           You glared up at him.

           "Or did your boyfriend at the time have a small penis so he wanted to hide it in the dark?“

           "You suck.”

           "No, you’re gonna suck.“ he teased.

           You shook your head. "That wasn’t even a good one.”

           "Whatever. Do you want to learn or not?“

           "Fine.” You huffed and without warning, covered his entire length with your mouth.

           "Oh fuck, shit.“ he hissed breathlessly as his hand flew to the back of your head.

           "Hm?” you hummed questioningly with him still inside your mouth.

           "Shit no. Don’t do that. Gah, dammit that felt good.“

           You raised an eyebrow. He was sending you mixed signals. Maybe cursing was a good sign in the bedroom. You bobbed your head back and forth, wondering if this was really all there was to it.

           "Round out your lips a bit. Make sure your teeth don’t touch. Cause that shit hurts.” he breathed, his hand guiding your head deeper into him.

           You hummed to show you understood, but the vibrations caused him to throw his head back and grip your hair tighter.

           "Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.“ He panted.

           Immediately, you flicked your tongue and traced up his length.

           "Yes, fuck. Just like that.” he praised and it made more heat pool down in your lower stomach. “Try that at the tip.”

           You pulled back and licked the tip of his cock. He winced and melted into the wall.

           "What do I do with this?“ You poked his sack curiously.

           "Um…just massage it.” he answered.

           You gently gripped it and he sighed pleasurably. Feeling a bit more confident, you licked his tip then hollowed your cheeks to take him in again.

           "Dammit. You’re good already.“ he hissed.

           You smirked, enjoying the way he looked weak because of you. His smug grin was no longer painted on his face. It really was your first time, but what could you say? You were a quick learner.

           He pulled your hair back so that you were unlatched from his cock.

           "Stand up. Now.” he ordered.

           You weren’t sure why, but your body obeyed immediately.

           As soon as you stood, you were slammed against the wall and kissed intensely. Tongues were tangled hungrily and you took the chance to run your hands through his hair, because it just felt right to do so.

           "Legs up.“ he whispered as he kissed your neck.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped so that your legs were around his hips. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew what was coming.

           Easily, he carried you with one arm on your back. With the other hand, he pulled your panties to the side. He lined his dick in front of your entrance and with a glance towards you, pushed in slowly.

           You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his, as you both sighed into the feeling.

           "Ready?” he breathed.

           You nodded, your words stuck in your throat. He pushed in deeper then slightly pulled back and pushed in again. You moaned. All your senses were heightened.

           This room was in fact dangerous, because of who was using it. You figured out why such a room was Nochu’s go-to for first time clients. It lulled customers into a false sense of comfort and consequentially, it magnified his aggressiveness and skills. Not to mention, it was a creative way to create the mood, having the canopy hovering over the pillows as the only source of dim lighting.

           He grunted as he pushed into you quicker. Both of you were panting, and you were impressed that he was able to hold you up this long. You lunged forward and began peppering his neck with kisses, wanting to do something for him too, as a reward for carrying your weight. He groaned and you continually sucked at that piece of skin, knowing that it must be his sensitive spot.

           Suddenly, you two flinched when an obnoxious buzzing echoed around the room.

           "Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He cursed, irritated.

           Closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself, he pulled out of you and set you down. You were as equally annoyed and disappointed initially, but then you remembered that Mon would be coming after.

           You fixed your clothes a bit while he slipped back into his pants.

           "Guess 30 minutes wasn’t enough for you to finish me. It might be hard for you to break the record.”

           "Shut up.“ he huffed. "It’s cause you wanted to suck my dick and it threw the whole flow off.”

           "Oh?“ you smirked. "Didn’t sound like you minded too much though.”

           He blushed a little. “I-I was just trying to be a good teacher!”

           You chuckled. “Well you were. Thank you.”

           He smiled. “Then I’ll see you at our next appointment?”

           "Most definitely.“ You nodded. You were definitely certain that you were going to learn a lot about yourself from this Golden mask.

           "Well then.” he bowed and slipped out of the room.


           "Oh my little Nochu. Getting his first blowjob.“ The Receptionist cooed and lightly clapped when Nochu visited her desk afterwards, clearly frustrated.

           "Why the hell were you watching, Noona?” he frowned.

           "Well you were a bit nervous about it so I wanted to root for you.“

           "What a weird way to cheer me on.” He glanced at her, amused as he sat on her desk “And don’t ever tell any of the guys that was my first BJ. They won’t let me live it down.”

           "Well it’s your fault for always jumping to put the pin in the hole.“

           Jungkook snorted at the analogy. "Not that anyone’s offered to do it to me before today.”

           "Well, you could just order them to do it.“ she grinned. "That’s kind of hott, in my opinion.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook smirked as he grabbed a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Hey, hey, Rule #8.” The Receptionist scolded. “'Clean before you lean’.”

           "Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure to clean before my next session. I have a few minutes until then.“ he huffed as he glanced at the clock.

           "Then why’re you out here? You could finish yourself.” she raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the apparent problem straining his pants.

           "Wanna help, noona?“ he smirked.

           Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head.

           "Rule #1, you brat.”

           Nochu perked up excitedly, recognizing the voice, and whipped around. “Hyung!”

           Jimin grinned widely.

           Jungkook stood up, easily towering over his hyung, and looked over Jimin’s head playfully. “Hyung, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”

           "Yah!“ Jimin shoved him, irritated. "I came here to see how you were doing and this is what I get.”

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Rule #1 is what, you little, annoying prodigy?“

           "Don’t touch the Receptionist or make any advances. She’s off limits.” Jungkook shook his head. “I was just joking though.”

           "Yeah, but your package is not.“ Jimin pointed down to the evident bulge emerging from his prodigy’s pants. "Didn’t get to finish, huh?”

           "Don’t give him that, Chims. Or should I tell him about the time where J-Hope had to finish–“

           Jimin clamped his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. "That’s enough, my love. I’ll punish you when you get home if you say anymore.”

           "Oh please.“ she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "We all know who does the punishing in the end.”

           Jimin blushed as Jungkook grinned widely at their banter.

           "Serious couple goals.“ he gave them a thumbs up.

           "Is Mon here yet?” Jimin glanced around. “I’ve heard about the guy back in my day, but he’s elusive.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “He should be here already.”

           "Well, pull up his monitor then.“ Jungkook and Jimin scurried around and placed themselves in front of the screen, but it was black.

           "Sorry, no can do, boys.”

           "What? Why?“ the two whined.

           All she did was give them a sly smile, but said nothing else.


           In the meanwhile, you paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down from your previous encounter before Mon arrived. Nochu was definitely quite a whirlwind.

           However, you immediately perked up when the door opened.

           "Hi.” Mon smiled warmly.

           "Hi.“ You smoothed your dressed.

           "You look pretty.” he complimented as he made his way to you.

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He reached out and swiped his thumb across your lip. "Must’ve been a good time. Your lips are swollen.” Then he caressed your cheek. “And you’re flushed.”

           Your heart raced at his subtly sweet actions.

           "Did you get to finish?“ he whispered.

           You shook your head, your words failing you since you were so entranced by the deep purple mask he was wearing this time. It had hints of black and gold throughout, and a pattern of music notes at the edges. It was beautiful.

           "Did you make this?” You reached out to trace the details.

           He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad with crafts. I end up breaking the materials. So my friend made it for me, but I designed it.”

           "It’s nice.“

           He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is beautiful too. I’ve always had a fascination with wings.”

           You beamed. “Me too.”

           "Well, let me finish you.“ he stated, as if it was a light, nonchalant matter. "Then it seems you have more questions for me.”

           "Could you tell?“

           He laughed, "A little.”

           "How…how will you…you know…“ You didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.

           But Mon seemed to understand you regardless, because he leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you exactly how you like it.”

           Hearing the pet name made you shiver with excitement and even more so when you processed his entire statement. You looked at him, a bit alarmed. How did he know how you would like it? But you didn’t get to ask because he kissed you gently, erasing the question from your mind.

           "Can you take off your underwear for me?“ he requested.

           You were surprised. "Uhh… sure.”

           He giggled. “I have a habit of ripping them off, and seeing as how you’re probably unprepared for that, it’s better if you do it this time.”

           You laughed. “Bring a second pair just in case next time. Noted.”

           You turned around consciously and shimmied out of your panties. But Mon clung onto your waist from behind and began peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet kisses, as if sensing your shyness. You let your damp underwear drop to the ground, and covered his hands with yours as you reveled in his cherishing lips.

           "Come here.“ he grabbed your hand and led you back to the pillows. "Lie down.”

           You nodded and settled into the pillows.

           "Relax, baby.“ he cooed as he rubbed your arms gently. "I got you.”

           You smiled.

           Mon kissed you sweetly then bit at your lip hungrily, changing the atmosphere in a fraction of a second. Your heart lurched forward at the aggressive action and then his lips were gone. Your eyes flew open when you felt him spreading your legs. You glanced down, making eye contact with him briefly before he licked your dripping core. Your body bucked up, burning with the unsatisfied need that Nochu had left. He tongued your clit a few times, making you dizzy then pushed his tongue inside you, causing you to gasp. He did that a few more times, pushing in and out, then once inside you, he swirled his tongue around your hole.

           Gripping tightly onto the pillows, your body tensed at the pleasurable feeling that shot through you. Seeing your positive reaction, Mon continued his motion. Soon enough, your hips were bucking up into his face crazily. You were a bit ashamed that you had no control of your body at this point, but you remembered his advice that this was something that felt better if you stopped thinking. And he was right.

           You wanted more, needed more.

           "More.“ You exhaled.

           "Wait a bit, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.” he hummed against you. Then sure enough, he stuck two of his fingers into you and while he sucked your clit.

           You yelled and arched your body. Fuck, it felt overwhelmingly fantastic to be finally filled up once again.

           "You’re doing great, baby girl. Keep yelling beautifully for me.“

           "Oh my god, oh my god.” You breathed as his pace quickened and his tongue wildly licked you clean.

           "Let it go, baby. Just let it go.“ he hummed as he curled his finger, hitting your sweet spot.

           You grabbed a pillow to muffle your scream as your hips began to rock wildly. After a few more skillful hits to your g-spot, you finally reached you climax.

           Mon grinned happily as you melted into the pillows. Maybe this was also another purpose of this puzzling room. Someone who had been completely fucked out would probably prefer lying down in this comfort afterwards.

           "I’ll be back.” Mon chuckled. “I’ll clean you up a little. And I think the break room has a few extra pairs of flimsy underwear…since yours might be uncomfortably damp to wear again.”

           You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Mon smoothed your dress down to cover you before he waddled to the door cutely.

           A minute later, he returned with a warm cloth and an extra pair of underwear.

           "I can clean myself.“ You suggested, but he pulled the cloth away from your reach.

           "I told you I’d take care of you.” he furrowed his brows scoldingly.

           You chuckled and laid back down, letting him wipe you down. You reflected on how awkward it was to be in such a place, but you didn’t regret anything at all. In fact, you felt like you had taken a little step forward towards figuring yourself out. The “appeal” that had been an elusive concept to you before was definitely more apparent in these hosts. It was intriguing.

           Mon struggled to pull your panties through your legs so you sat up and did it yourself with a light laugh.

           "Thank you.“ You smiled.

           "No problem. So question time?” Mon grinned.

           "If that’s okay…did you want me to…“ You looked down between his legs.

           He blushed and waved his hands. "It’s okay! I’m good. Let’s answer your questions.”

           "Well okay…so you would say people in general have different types of appeal right?“ You started, crossing your legs comfortably. He had seen everything anyway so there was no point being prim and proper in front of him when wearing a dress. Mon chuckled as he folded his legs too, listening to you intently. "And the Club here sort of magnifies that appeal and categorizes them.”

           "Yes, that’s essentially the gist.“ Mon nodded.

           "What other types are there? Nochu, I heard was something called an Aggressor, which seems self-explanatory.” You chuckled.

           Mon grinned. “Well our most popular types are the Aggressors and Gentleman personas. But there are definitely others who specialize in more specific types of hosting. Their names are generally pretty self-explanatory too…cause it’s easier for first timers to understand that and choose their hosts accordingly.

           So we have the Aggressors, which you’ve experienced. They’re the ones who are aggressive, more forward, and more experimental. I truly respect those in the category because they have to be good at a lot of different things and creative in their approaches.

           Then we have the Gentlemen hosts, who are the sweet love makers. They try to emulate the feeling of having sex for the first time or as most people would refer to it, 'love making’. They’re more empathetic and are good at connecting to their clients, since they need to know exactly what will make each individual comfortable. This is also a difficult persona to be because, since they are so connected to the clients, sometimes the clients will fall for them or vice versa…and it doesn’t always end well. Also, they can’t let their animalistic sides come out during sessions either.”

           "Wow…I guess it isn’t all fun and games…“ You blinked. You hadn’t thought much about the consequences of being bound by one category.

           Mon smiled. "Then we have the Consolers, who specialize in helping those who are in unrequited love or break ups and are seeking physical contact. Wow, I can’t even begin to praise these hosts. They deal with the most delicate of human emotions and give people comfort in their most fragile state. It could be in the form of rebound sex or maybe just simple cuddles, a crying shoulder, someone to vent to. Sometimes they are even requested to be wedding or specific function dates, if need be. They are the only hosts that can be exported. When they are, there’s a higher charge for the client and a higher pay for the host. So it’s a plus for them.

           Then we have the Intellects, which really just serve to keep people company and tickle their minds. They serve people who are looking for more of an intellectual connection in someone. People who like to have discussions and debates, etc. They’re the ones you see using the tables most of the time and having tea with customers. But they also specialize in education of sexual activity. So if someone was looking to learn a new move or two, we would refer the clients to them. I know the other hosts also like to converse with them about certain power plays, to see if it would be good or not.”

           You giggled at the image.

           "Then we have the Foreplayers. Like the name implies, they’re all about foreplay and are ONLY for foreplay. They specialize in role plays and other techniques, but they never actually get to enact in having sex with their clients. Surprisingly, they do have a large clientele. You’d think most people would want to be able to go at it after having foreplay.“

           You looked at Mon, amused.

           "But yeah, some cases the client splits time between a Foreplayer host and another type so they could finish afterwards. Most of the time though, I think their clients like the thrill of being turned on and are satisfied with just that.” he shrugged.

           "And then?“

           "And then what?” Mon blinked.

           "Well,“ you scooted closer to him. "which category would you fall under?”

           He grinned widely, exposing those adorable dimples once again. “Let’s just say I belong to the last category.”

           "Which category is that?“

           "The Eclectics.” he beamed.

           "The Eclectics?“

           "Yes.” he chuckled as he tilted your chin up suavely. “You could say we specialize in all of the above.”


           "Ugh. I hate this. We don’t have any snacks around here!“ Hoseok whined.

           "Well, I told you to eat breakfast, but you would rather sleep in.” Silver retorted angrily.

           Hoseok clutched his stomach and pouted at his girlfriend cutely. “I’m hungerrrrr.”

           "Don’t try to act cute to me. I made you a perfectly fantastic breakfast and you just let me eat on my own.“ she turned away from him.

           "Ooo that’s cold, Hobi. That’s real cold.” Jimin shook his head. “Your loving girlfriend, who can actually cook, made you breakfast and you DENIED it.”

           "Shut the fuck up, Jimin.“ Hoseok hissed.

           Everyone knew Hoseok was scariest when he was hungry, so all the workers knew to stay clear of him. Luckily, you came prepared for times like this.

           "Here, Mr. Jung.” you handed him a granola bar. “You can have this to munch on. We have an hour or two until lunch time so it should hold you over.”

           He immediately brightened up and swiped the bar from your grip. Jimin patted your shoulder gratefully while Hoseok scarfed the bar down.

           "Y/N, why don’t you take a trip down to the grocery store?“ Silver waved a list in her hand. "We need a few things around here, especially because the secret VIP is coming tomorrow.”

           "Any luck with the higher ups?“ You glanced at Jimin, amused.

           "No.” he huffed. “They said to just get my act together. It didn’t matter who it was.”

           You chuckled.

           "They’re right though.“ Hoseok pointed. "If we do things differently, they’ll expect that. We’re working efficiently so other than housekeeping, we should function the same.”

           "Well, it won’t hurt for Silver to dress more seductively again…“ Jimin then glanced over at you. "And you too, Y/N. Need me to give you a make-over?”

           "No thanks.“ You replied flatly, grabbing the list from Silver. "I’ll take the trip to the store now before the lunch rush.”

           "Thanks a bunch.“ Silver grinned. "Oh, and pick up some more snacks for Hobi here.”

           "Will do.“ You bowed.


           "Alright let’s see. Some vases and flowers.” You hummed as you pushed the cart forward while reading the list. “Some fluffier toilet paper…Mr. Park…”

           You rolled your eyes at the different handwriting at the very bottom of the list.

           "Well, let’s get some anyway…the toilet paper there is kind of rough. Oh, but first, let’s get some milk for the morning cereal.“ You spotted that the dairy aisle was in front of you so you turned your cart.

           But you froze when you noticed a familiar figure in the same aisle, in deep contemplation in front of the milk. You raised an eyebrow and slowly made your way towards him.

           "Do you need to buy milk for your unit too?” You teased and he jumped back in surprise.

           He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Oh…Y/N. H-hi.”

           You looked him up and down. He was in sweats and a white t-shirt today.

           "Off duty?“

           "No, just undercover.” he snorted, sarcastically.

           You glared at him. “Well move over, you’re blocking the milk.”

           You pushed him to the side playfully. He took two large steps away from you as soon as your hand made contact with him. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your hand. There was nothing on them so why was he acting like you had the plague?

           "Why’re you so far?“

           "W-well, you’re just…to let you get your milk in peace.” he stammered.

           "Well now it looks like you’re stalking me from over there.“ you pointed out.

           He chuckled nervously. "No, I’m fine from here.”

           "What’re you talking about? What milk do you want? I’ll get it for you.“

           "No, it’s fine! I’ll just come back for it later. I’ll just go to some other aisle first!” he rushed.

           "Wait, what? No. Just get your damn milk.“ You ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

           "L-let go of me! I’ll arrest you!” he claimed.

           "You’re off duty and it’s not a crime.“

           "It-it’s a crime of harassment! I’ll report you!” he flailed frantically.

           "Calm down Officer Jeon. I’m holding your wrist, not giving you a hug.“ You rolled your eyes. "It was disrespectful of me to move you out of the way when you were choosing your milk first so please, take your turn before me.”

           You dragged him back to the fridge of milk and stood beside him. He was abnormally tense and his eyes remained wide as he stared at the glass.

           "Is it really that hard to make a decision?“ You questioned.

           "No!” he retorted and flung open the door aggressively, hitting your head with it in the process.

           He panicked as you winced and rubbed your forehead. “I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I can report you for this, you know.”

           "I-uh-it was an accident! You rushed me so –“

           "Well why don’t you appeal to me then?” You smirked playfully. “Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”

           Jungkook blinked then turned away shyly, mumbling. “I said I was sorry already, sheesh.”

           It was your turn to be surprised. You had expected him to come back with some sort of snarky comment or an excuse or even a witty comeback as an appeal. Not be shy, timid, and apologetic.

           "Why’re you here? You don’t even have a cart.“ You asked, changing the subject.

           "I ran out of milk.” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t live far from the store so yeah.”

           "Is milk really that important?“

           "I love milk.” he stated seriously, like you had just offended him.

           "Okay…“ You looked around awkwardly, and he did too.

           "I’ll just get these.” he hurriedly grabbed two large jugs of milk – one regular and one chocolate. “Bye!”

           Then he scurried away, lugging the two heavy items by hand.

           You watched him, completely amused. What had just happened?

           "What an interesting guy.“ You shook your head as you went to grab the type of milk that was on the list.


           Jungkook ran out of the store frantically, catching his breath. He looked behind him to make sure you weren’t following him, then exhaled deeply. He shivered. He went around this time to the grocery store because there weren’t many people. What were the odds that he’d run into someone he knew, much less a woman?

           "I hope I wasn’t too awkward.” he mumbled. “I think I handled that coolly.”

           He lifted the milk jugs up. “I even carried these like a man. I’m sure she’ll think I’m awesome.”


           The very next day, everyone was bustling around excitedly at work. It was the day where the VIP was going to make his visit so all of the workers were wearing their best suits and dresses. Their hair was combed and done nicely, and everyone’s desks were spotless and organized. Mr. Park and Mr. Jung had their hair combed over with a little bit of gel and for once, both had their suit tops on. Mr. Park even threw on his favorite pair of non-prescription glasses just for good measure. You also slipped out of your flats and into proper heels when the time of arrival approached.

           When the clock struck on the hour, everyone stared at the door expectantly. Everyone in the office had placed bets on who it would be, so stakes were high. Suddenly, a small, chubby man stepped into the office and Mr. Jung and Mr. Park’s faces fell visibly.

           "Oh it’s just you…“ Jimin frowned.

           Hoseok elbowed him.

           The man coughed, glaring at Jimin. "I have accompanied the very important guest today. He was here a few minutes earlier and took a peek inside.”

           "Did he? I didn’t see anyone.“ Jimin blinked.

           "But I have good news!” the man beamed.

           "Good news?“ Jimin blinked. "What?”

           "Well, the very important person visiting us today is more than enthusiastic to meet you all. He wanted me to tell you all that 'he looks forward to working with you’.“

           "Working with us?”

          “Yes, he has found your building most worthy of his presence and has agreed to stay for awhile.”

          Jimin and Hoseok glanced at each other, puzzled.

         "Um…well I think that’s up to us isn’t it? Plus we haven’t even gotten to give him a tour. And no one’s told us that we were going to get another worker.“

         "He says he has seen enough to know that this is a worthy place to be in.”

        “We can’t let someone we haven’t even seen or talked to, start working with us so easily.” Hoseok frowned. “That’s not how we work here.”

        “Well, frankly, Mr. Jung and Mr. Park, he is the son of someone at the top. Strictly speaking, you can’t refuse.” The man pointed out. “Consider this an honor. He has never stayed in one place for too long, much less taken initiative himself in choosing to stay. So he must’ve really seen something he liked.”

        “Sounds like a pain.” Jimin snorted, earning an elbow for Hoseok. “Unless…”

         You glared at your boss as he eyed you creepily and with a wide grin. “You can’t be suggesting some stranger has taken a liking to me and decided to work here. That’s far-fetched, Mr. Park.”

          “Maybe…orrr maybe not.” Jimin shrugged innocently.

          “Mr. Park. Can you please stop?” Hoseok hissed.

          Jimin retreated obediently. “Sorry.”  

         "He feels confident that you’ll agree to keep him on the team once you meet.“

         "Well then, let’s meet him.” Jimin gestured. “Where is this VIP you’re hyping up so much? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”  

         "Well, you should probably be familiar with his history, Mr. Park. You worked on earning a merger with his father’s large company when you worked with Mr. Min and the new female CEO when you worked in Daegu.“

          Jimin’s eyes widened. "What? Apparently, that merger company’s Chairman wants his son to be a CEO, but then the son disappeared for awhile. I’ve heard rumors of him here and there. Why in the world would he suddenly pop up and want to stay here?”

          The man simply smiled and pushed open the entrance door, bowing deeply. The four of you glanced at each other, amused by the antics of this secretive man. But all your smiles soon fade. Yours and Jimin’s eyes widened immensely when the person finally entered the room.

          “Oh…my god…” Jimin gasped, while your jaw slackened; you were speechless.

           With a huge smirk planted on his face and with a suave tug at his fitted suit top, he stood confidently before everyone.

           "Hello, I’m that very important person.“ His eyes twinkled mischievously as it landed on you and Jimin. "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all." 

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PART 3 

COINTELPRO

They won’t teach you this is school, but if you want to be a “woke” ally, one thing you should always read up on is the United State’s COINTELPRO program. 

Last night the PBS The Black Panther: Vanguard of the Revolution documentary touched on it and I thought it was important to talk about. Outside there being a general ignorance about the Black Panther Party, it is also important to know the things the government and police did to WARRANT the creation of The Black Panther Party. 

You should be very angry but very awake once you’re done. Because I want you to WANT to learn about it, I’ll only give you a blurb and a link.

COINTELPRO (a portmanteau derived from COunter INTELligence PROgram) was a series of covert, and at times illegal,[1][2] projects conducted by the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation(FBI) aimed at surveilling, infiltrating, discrediting and disrupting domestic political organizations.[3]

FBI records show that COINTELPRO resources targeted groups and individuals that the FBI deemed “subversive”,[4] including anti-Vietnam War organizers, members of black civil rights and nationalist liberation organizations (e.g. Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Black Panther Party), feminist organizations, anti-colonial movements (such as Puerto Rican independence groups), and a variety of organizations that were part of the broader “New Left”.

FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover issued directives governing COINTELPRO, ordering FBI agents to “expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit, neutralize or otherwise eliminate” the activities of these movements and their leaders.[5][6] Under Hoover, the agent in charge of COINTELPRO was William C. Sullivan.[7] Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy personally authorized some of these programs.[8] Kennedy would later learn that he also had been a target of FBI surveillance.[citation needed]

Groups that were known to be targets of COINTELPRO operations includec

]The COINTELPRO documents show numerous cases of the FBI’s intentions to prevent and disrupt protests against the Vietnam War. Many techniques were used to accomplish this task. “These included promoting splits among antiwar forces, encouraging red-baiting of socialists, and pushing violent confrontations as an alternative to massive, peaceful demonstrations.” One 1966 COINTELPRO operation tried to redirect the Socialist Workers Party from their pledge of support for the antiwar movement.[37]

  • communist and socialist organizations
  • organizations and individuals associated with the Civil Rights Movement, including Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and others associated with the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, the Congress of Racial Equality, and other civil rights organizations
  • black nationalist groups
  • the Young Lords
  • the American Indian Movement
  • the white supremacist groups
  • the Ku Klux Klan (an ACTUAL terrorist group they should have been focusing on)
  • the National States’ Rights Party (an white nationalist group they should have been focusing on)
  • a broad range of organizations labeled “New Left”, including Students for a Democratic Society and the Weathermen
  • almost all groups protesting the Vietnam War, as well as individual student demonstrators with no group affiliation
  • the National Lawyers Guild
  • organizations and individuals associated with the women’s rights movement
  • nationalist groups such as those seeking independence for Puerto Rico, United Ireland, and Cuban exile movements including Orlando Bosch’s Cuban Power and the Cuban Nationalist Movement;
  • and additional notable Americans.[36]

More on COINTELPRO

This weeks Illustrated Woman in History was written by Megan Bentall @mirfain

Hillary Clinton is an American politician. She was the First Lady of America from 1993 to 2001, a United States Senator for New York from 2001 to 2009, and the 67th Secretary of State from 2009 to 2013. She was the Democratic Party’s nominee for President of the United States in the 2016 election.

Hillary was born in Chicago in 1947, and has two younger brothers. She was raised in a conservative household, and was originally a republican, but whilst attending Wellesley College she was upset by the racism in the 1968 Republican Convention and left the party for good.

In 1969 she was nominated by fellow students to deliver a speech at the graduation ceremony - the first student in Wellesley College history to speak at the event - and her speech was featured in Life magazine. She used it to criticise Senator Brooke who also spoke at the event.

In 1970 Hillary attended Yale Law School. Whilst applying for law schools she has spoken about the sexism she faced from male students during the application process:

“I was taking a law school admissions test in a big classroom at Harvard. My friend and I were some of the only women in the room. I was feeling nervous. I was a senior in college. I wasn’t sure how well I’d do. And while we’re waiting for the exam to start, a group of men began to yell things like: ‘You don’t need to be here.’ And ‘There’s plenty else you can do.’ It turned into a real ‘pile on.’ One of them even said: ‘If you take my spot, I’ll get drafted, and I’ll go to Vietnam, and I’ll die.’ And they weren’t kidding around.

It was intense. It got very personal. But I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t afford to get distracted because I didn’t want to mess up the test. So I just kept looking down, hoping that the proctor would walk in the room. I know that I can be perceived as aloof or cold or unemotional. But I had to learn as a young woman to control my emotions. And that’s a hard path to walk. Because you need to protect yourself, you need to keep steady, but at the same time you don’t want to seem ‘walled off.’ And sometimes I think I come across more in the ‘walled off’ arena. And if I create that perception, then I take responsibility. I don’t view myself as cold or unemotional. And neither do my friends. And neither does my family. But if that sometimes is the perception I create, then I can’t blame people for thinking that.”

Whilst completing her post-graduate studies, Hillary interned for civil rights activist and child advocate Marian Wright Edelman. She was sent to Alabama to prove that schools were still segregated. She posed as a mother who wanted to send her child to schools only if they were segregated and exposed academies that refused entry to black students.

In 1973, while still working for Marian Wright Edelman she went door to door interviewing families with disabled children to see why they weren’t in school. Her report found that children with special needs or physical or mental disabilities were being excluded from school - sometimes by parents, sometimes by the schools themselves. This report was later used to inform the 1975 Education for All Handicapped Children Act which required all states to educate children with disabilities.

After graduating Hillary failed the D.C bar exam, but passed the bar in Arkansas, leading her to choose to move there and marry Bill Clinton, who she started seeing in 1971 whilst at Yale. She became one of only two female faculty members in the School of Law at the University of Arkansas. She became the first director of a new legal aid clinic at the school, and during her time there she, along with several other women, founded the city’s first rape crisis centre. In 1977, she co-founded Arkansas Advocates for Children and Families. She was appointed the first female chair of the Legal Services Corporation in 1978 and became the first woman partner at Rose Law Firm the following year. As First Lady of Arkansas, she led a task force whose recommendations helped reform Arkansas’s public schools, and served on several corporate boards.

When Bill Clinton became President in 1993, Hillary was the first First Lady to have earned a postgraduate degree, have had a professional career up her time entering the White House, and was the first First Lady to have an office in the West Wing. She played a central role in her husband’s presidency - much to the outcry of Republicans - and played a huge role in attempting to reform health care, among other issues. Whilst her initial health care proposals failed, she was a huge force behind the passage of the State Children’s Health Insurance Program in 1997, a program that provides healthcare for millions of children across the US.

In 2000, Hillary was elected as the first female senator for New York State, making her the only first lady to have ever gone on to hold office. As Senator Hillary sponsored or co-sponsored over 2,600 pieces of legislation and served on multiple committees.

After a failed presidential run in 2008, Hillary agreed to be Secretary of State in President Obama’s government. She was the most travelled Secretary of State in history, visiting 112 countries in four years, travelling 956,733 miles, and spending 401 days total on the road. As Secretary of State some of her achievements during this time include negotiating a ceasefire between Israel and Hamas in 2012, putting global women’s issues and advancing women’s rights as a central part of State policy, and changing passport law to allow transgendered Americans to easily change the gender on their passports.

On April 12th 2015 Hillary Clinton announced her candidacy for presidential nomination of the Democratic Party. After a long primary season she won the amount of delegates needed to secure the nomination in June 2016, and officially accepted the nomination on July 28th, 2016. She became the first women to ever run as a presidential nominee for a major party in U.S history.

In the election on November 9th 2016, Hillary Clinton won more popular votes than the Republican nominee, but lost in the Electoral College, and as such will not be the first female president of America. However she came further than any woman in the history of the United States, and is set to receive more votes for president than candidate outside of Barack Obama.

Hillary has won a Grammy, a Lifetime Achievement Award, the Mother Theresa Award, the American Medical Women’s Association’s President’s Vision & Voice Award for being an advocate for women’s health and related issues, has been inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame, has been ranked by Newsweek as being the 13th most powerful person on  the planet and the most powerful American woman, has been named the most admired women in the world by Gallup 20 times - longer than any other person in Gallup’s history of running this poll, has featured in Forbes magazine’s most powerful people ranking ten times, and been named ten times in Time magazine’s 100 most influential people in the world. Since entering the world stage as First Lady back in 1993, Hillary Clinton has been one of the most admired and respected women across the globe.

StarCrossed Lovers

So I’m still reeling over what happened in From Dusk Till Dawn 2x09 that I just had to write a piece about Kichie and their relationship development thus far in the series. Now there may be FDTD fans who deny there is any sort of or ever was any romantic tension between Kate Fuller and Richie Gecko but no one can deny they share a deep connection with one another that goes beyond anything family oriented or some mind-control lobotomy. Oh no their bond goes so much further than being some mere parlor trick. Before I get to that I’m going to highlight Seth and Kate’s relationship and elaborate on the differences. 

First one could argue that it was Seth and Kate who saw each other first-hand and they’re correct. They did see each other first but what makes that encounter different from Kichie at the poolside was that is wasn’t an isolated moment between the two characters. Jacob and Scott also saw Seth walk past their vehicle the same time Kate did. It was more of a foreshadowing moment between Seth and the Fuller family, that he and his brother intended to not only take them hostage but that they’d embark on a frightening adventure/fight for their lives together. 

And yes there was that moment when Seth and Kate were alone but again it wasn’t anything more than a simple moment of compassion. He didn’t want to intentionally bring any harm to Kate or her family nor did he want to see his brother go Norman Bates on her behind his back while he wasn’t watching. Remember before the Geckos kidnapped the Fullers, Richie had just brutally murdered the teller woman in their own room due to Santanico’s influence. Seth figured his brother was a loose canon, especially to women and didn’t want to risk him being alone in a room with Kate in case the same situation happened. This moment is of course where we do see that Seth has a soft spot for innocent people and that he draws the line at killing unless he feels he has to. He was protecting Kate from his brother and rightly so after the dysfunctional behavior he’d been witnessing from Richie all morning.

That instinct to protect Kate and keep her safe from harm carried throughout the rest of Seth’s arc in season 1. This I believe was intentional as the writers wanted these two characters connected on a mutual level for purposeful reasons that would follow into future seasons of FDTD. Although this is a very dark show with elements of horror, action and crime; its true center is its message of family much similar to Supernatural. The Geckos couldn’t just remain strictly as the Fuller family’s kidnappers, they had to create a comradery bond in order for the audience to root for and care about these two families as one whole unit.  And now we get into Seth and Kate’s journey together at the end of the first season carrying on into the second season.

 First what brought them together was tragedy, each of them lost very important people. Seth lost his brother as did Kate who also lost her father. Seth also had a terrible revelation that Richie killed their father in order to protect him. And then of course Kate was struggling with the fact her father forced her to kill him. Both of these characters were very broken and lost at the beginning of season 2 and it was due to being apart from their siblings; people they love more than anything. Seth and Kate needed their brothers and thus is the reason they bonded so profoundly. They were looking for something within one another that was stripped away from them and it was family. That’s how I see their relationship going forward. Seth cares about Kate as family as she does him and it would kill either one of them to lose the other. This is specifically why Seth broke away from Kate after the attack with the regulator, he didn’t want to put her life in any more danger or be responsible for her death. They went through so much together and it strengthened their bond but do I see it as true love? No and I’ll elaborate.

Finally we come full circle to Richie and Kate. The way these two first met is very symbolic. Richie is casually walking into the pool area with the intention of taking the Fuller daughter hostage when he sees a young girl floating alone in the water. He’s captivated but not in a perverted way more like an inner turmoil because thanks to his unusual psychic powers and Santanico’s mass-murdering mind-warps he senses something about the girl. He feels her pain and suddenly he gets a vision of Kate bleeding in the water as if she were dead or dying. This rattles him instantly as he calls out “are you okay?” which immediately startles Kate. Since the events that occurred in 2x09 people have suggested this was also a moment that foreshadows Kate getting shot in the back which Richie both envisioned and witnessed happen. And it also ironically parallels when Richie was shot in the back.

But shortly after seeing that vision, everything goes in slow motion between the two as Richie watches Kate exit the pool and meet him on the platform. And as she does this, he suddenly envisions her turning towards him with with a coy smile and asks him to undress her. This simple provocative gesture could be taken into an inappropriate context given the fact that she is a 17 year old girl at the time and he’s a murderous crook in his early to late 20s on the run. However the way I saw it was very genuine and completely innocent; it had to have been the way Zane and Madison played it very tamed because this moment was in no way creepy like it probably could’ve been. Kate strikes me as an old soul as does Richie feel very youthful for his age. This gesture is also something a lover would say to their significant other right before they have sex. And since Richie envisioned this its very possible he also saw his future with Kate. This is exactly why I got the instant starcrossed lovers vibe from both of them. Whether the writers intended for it to be seen that way, the episodes to follow would be very self-explanatory.  

Again one could argue that Seth has a similar fantasy of Kate in S2 while he was in a drug induced state. He saw her becoming a culebra and attacking him. But here’s what I got out of his hallucination. Considering Seth’s hatred of Santanico and culebras he probably put the two together in the form of Kate as he cares a great deal for her and felt totally guilt ridden for leaving her behind. He also fears the idea of losing her to those monsters and is weary of her safety. Also remember the actions and behavior of culebra!Kate in Seth’s hallucination were completely unlike the Kate he knows. Even if she were to turn I don’t think Kate would ever willingly harm Seth let alone try to kill him. This is why I think it was more like he was imagining Kate being killed and a culebra taking on her shape as they are known to do. He’s also not clairvoyant like his brother. 

Now Richie at this moment is ready to pull out his gun but then puts it away when he spots more people coming to the pool and pulls out his cigarettes. Instead of being met with fear or uneasiness Kate casually walks up to Richie and asks if she can bum him for a smoke and this is a complete stranger. Neither one of them are aware of who the other is or what their intentions are and yet they’re drawn to one another as if they were satellites orbiting around the planet. Its a very intimate and unique connection and stunningly sexy what with Kate in that little bikini and Richie in his smart black suit; its a very classical Noir moment. There’s an obvious immediate attraction between these two characters as they engage in conversation, learning bits of one another. For Richie this is incredibly new. I don’t think he’s ever had a real relationship outside of his brother and especially not with any women. He’s experiencing human emotions he’s never felt. He’s talking with this girl as if he were a regular guy and not the monstrous criminal who’s intended to kidnap her and her family. Richie feels normal and completely at ease with this girl.

They open up to one another as if they’d known each other for centuries; something again that feels alot like long lost lovers from past lives. They flirt and tease one another. And the best part about their meeting at the pool is how easily they make one another smile. Even the way Richie says “that would be despicable” referring to Kate’s pedophile innuendo foreshadows the idea of these characters having a romantic relationship in the future. There’s an innocent sincere connection developing between Kate and Richie even before they officially introduce their names to one another. All the walls come down around Richie when he’s in Kate’s presence, he’s more himself than he’s ever been. This is probably the person he secretly wishes he were if he weren’t a criminal. Kate doesn’t make him feel awkward or crazy, she’s very grounded, patient and composed which Richie is impressed by. She trusts him fully and this could be argued as both a good and a bad thing considering he had already murdered some people and he is capable of causing her harm but he doesn’t. He’s completely charmed by this girl. She’s like the light in his dark shadow. She sees the good within him that he himself doesn’t recognize. It is also the same trait that Kate has witnessed in Seth during their time together in season 2.

Their exchange of intensified looks is also relevant. One thing that’s so remarkable about Zane and Madison’s chemistry is how much they can say to each other without dialogue. Its all in their eyes. This would be referred to as the broccoli effect; when two actors gel so naturally and are completely in sync with one another. Most are not blessed with this talent and it can only be perfected by the best. This is the true strength of Richie and Kate’s connection. It’s as if these two share a telepathic language with one another. The writers have established a clear indication that they want these two characters to be apart of each other but its the actors’s stellar performances that enhance the magic of Richie and Kate’s connection and give it as much depth onscreen. Its so obvious Richie and Kate do not look at anyone else the same way they do to each other. I don’t even think Richie has ever looked at Santanico in this extensive measure. 

Even when they’re reunited in 2x09 Richie is the most human and vulnerable he’s ever looked since becoming a culebra. The way they look at each other is so powerful it gives new meaning to the word EPIC. He looks at Kate with immense affection, attraction, admiration, concern, fear and even sadness; it’s a look of a man slowly falling in love. His voice also becomes softer whenever he’s around her. And whether its romantic love or platonic love has yet to be known but one thing we do know is that Kate has dug herself a place into Richie’s heart. And Kate doesn’t just see a tortured soul in Richie, she sees the hope for him to become a better person. She accepts who he is but is slowly falling for the admirable qualities within Richie. She sees his loyalty and love to his brother and also his kindness and compassion. She can see passed his BS and recognize his pain and selflessness. She may not have been able to literally see into his soul like he did her but she knows there is a light within him which she’s been responding to since they met. And its just a matter of time before that light glows brighter. Kate’s trust in Richie despite all that happened in S1 and their time apart in S2 hasn’t even wavered but enhanced. She knows he’s now a culebra and yet believes he will not harm her which again he doesn’t. That kind of trust is also very crucial to future lovers.

Another symbolic reference of the Kichie relationship besides their subtle exchange of looks is their hands. Most of their scenes involve alot of touching or joining of their hands. And it can’t be coincidental that just as Richie and Kate first introduced themselves that the camera pans in close to their joined hands. This again foreshadows a lover’s bond; the touching of one another’s skin as in sex. Its a very classic courtship that has been happening between Richie and Kate as they’ve been growing closer to one another. In the second gif we see Kate gaining Richie’s trust not to shoot her or her brother, even though part of this was a distraction for Scott to intervene. Richie off-guard takes hold of Kate’s hand, putting all his faith in her despite the fact that he is supposed to be watching his hostages. Even the way she puts her hand on top of his is significant as it demonstrates her trust and belief in him. The bottom gif is from the recent Kichie reunion in 2x09; their hands are slit and joined together by Malvado as if he were a priest conducting a marriage ceremony. From the blood sharing to Richie seeking into Kate’s soul there is so much symbolism into the future of their relationship. 

If those references aren’t enough to convince you the writers are planning a starcrossed future romance between Richie and Kate on FDTD, then maybe this next segment will make you think otherwise. What better evidence do you need than the fact that these two have already shared their first kiss. And it was completely mutual on both ends. The top gif shows Kate kissing Richie first who is taken by surprise but its immediately returned and then the bottom gif is Richie going in for another kiss which Kate responds efficiently to. This kiss is passionate but soft and suggests the purity of their bond. He may be a seemingly coldblooded criminal and she an underage girl but they’re kindred spirits. They aren’t holding each other suggestively yet again their touch is a reference to intimacy and sex. It goes beyond Kate trying to trick Richie into getting him to release her and her family from his captive. She’s unusually drawn to him the same way he is to her; almost like a magnetic energy is surging through them. ^__^

Soul-seeking is also another element into Kate and Richie’s complicated relationship. In this moment he sees her pain, her struggles with Seth and Scott and the sacrifices she was forced to make over the passed several months which has an overwhelming effect on him. Its like it hurts him to feel, see and experience all that she had gone through. But this isn’t the first time he’s seen into her soul, he was able to do it when he was still human and thus declared that she was different. However in 2x09 He sees that she too has been stripped of who she was in the beginning much like he was and has become another lost soul. He sees that despite all her courage and strength in the face of danger she has become almost as damaged as he is. This is where Kate and Richie realize a common darkness within one another. Though she is the epitome of light, love and purity, a shadow had passed over her. She’s no longer the simple innocent Preacher’s daughter he and his brother had kidnapped, he sees her as a young woman now.

And then there was that moment of obvious jealousy sparked between the two in 2x09. Again as I’ve mentioned before this is not an emotion Richie’s ever expressed around Santanico or Seth. Resentment yes but jealousy? No. Kate is also someone I’ve never seen express any jealousy only compassion and here she is clearly discouraged by Richie’s union with Santanico but for different reasons. As flawed as jealousy is its a human emotion common within healthy couples. At this point Santanico is supposed to be Richie’s girlfriend and Kate’s only focus is rescuing Scott yet neither can resist the urge to berate the other on their separate extracurricular activities with Seth and Santanico. This is also the trait of lovers and resembled somewhat of a bickering married couple. Even when Kate put Richie in his place I sensed spousal resentment yet adoration. If I didn’t know any better I’d say the FDTD writers threw in this gesture intentionally to foreshadow the future relationship between Kate and Richie.  

I especially couldn’t get over how distraught and terrified Richie was for Kate’s life in 2x09. Even with all his powers, his scheming, a gun to his back and seemingly betrayal to his brother and culebra sire, Kate seemed to come first in his mind. He can easily turn his back on Santanico but when it comes to Kate she is the very foundation of his humanity. The mixture of anger and fear within his eyes as Kate’s life is threatened in front of him again seems to unveil his suppressed human feelings. Its one thing to have ambition and sell your soul for it but its another to put a person you care about in danger for it. Kate shouted at Richie that he didn’t care about her but it was a lie. This is where Richie’s goodness and light shines through over his bad-side in the presence of the girl who has touched his soul since their first encounter. No matter what he’s done, no matter how many terrible crimes he’s committed or how many people he’s hurt Richie can’t bear the idea of hurting Kate in any way. Like his brother Seth, his protectiveness towards Kate is instinctual. Richie doesn’t want any harm to come to Kate and he’s committed to that promise. 

Fans have even questioned why Richie didn’t respond so protectively towards Kate back in S1, I could argue that it was a combination of being distracted by Santanico’s toxic mind warps and his assurance that Kate could handle herself unless she really needed his help. When the Twister got attacked by vampires in S1 he stood with his brother to protect the Fuller family. In 2x09 it was a completely different situation. Kate’s life was being threatened continuously by very dangerous, very powerful culebras. He also seemed to despise the idea of turning her. She is only a human and even though she’s demonstrated to hold her own in previous attempts on her life, she is still no match for these superpowered creatures. Kate is fragile in that stance whereas being a culebra Richie can protect her and himself. 

I also think that Richie didn’t want to see Kate’s innocence be completely sacrificed in his “bible thumping” remark because he cares for the person she was and is. Richie and Seth have both demonstrated they do not want to see Kate end up like them; in their minds she is worth saving and protecting because she is better than they are. The thing is she sees those same qualities in the Geckos. Richie literally forgot all his plotting to steal the well from Carlos and Malvado just to rescue Kate. He set aside his selfishness and put his own life on the line for her the same way Seth had done yet as I said Richie’s reaction to Kate being in danger seems to flare him up emotionally. He would die for her the same way he would for Seth. He cared enough to negotiate his life in exchange for hers. If this is not a journey of true love than I know nothing. 

Though we know the central love story of From Dusk Till Dawn is of course between the Gecko brothers, Robert Rodriguez has stated this, I believe Richie and Kate’s interaction was set up to become an epic romance. I doubt it’ll become a love triangle involving Seth as its been established in this passed episode that Kate connects the brothers. They will not use her as an obstacle to keep the Geckos apart; that unfortunate honor has gone to Santanico. And aside from Seth seeing Kate as family, she cares way too much about Richie and Seth to ever come between them especially when she’s told Richie “he really missed you” along with expressing her delight over the brothers working together again. The Kichie ship of pain has got all the delicious angsty ingredients of a starcrossed love story from their seemingly innocent first encounter at the pool, their instant supernatural connection to their understanding of one another, blood sharing, first kisses, conjoining hands, soul’seeking and subtle looks. Also the idea of a human-culebra/criminal romance is fascinating given the background of these characters and their hauntingly significant tether between one another.  

Even if the writers never venture down that route with Richie and Kate and I highly doubt they aren’t, their bond has become extremely crucial to both characters’s arcs. Its a bond that’s going to continue to grow as the show goes on. Seriously Kichie was not built up like this to become nothing but dust in the wind. 2x09 is a strong indication that Richie and Kate’s relationship could evolve into a more romantic than platonic love and since Richie technically had a vision at the pool that they would become lovers its most likely they will at some point in the near future. The writers have expressed further interest in exploring Kate and Richie’s dynamic which only brings me hope that Kate’s fate isn’t sealed in 2x09 ^__^ What they have is a beautiful simple human connection

So here it is in full detail my reason for why I believe Richie and Kate to be destined star crossed lovers. Sorry its so long I just needed to get this out.

Representation Matters: Working in the French Banlieues

When I first applied to teach abroad, there was a section of the application that asked if I was willing to work in a Zone Urbaine Sensible (ZUS). Sensitive Urban Zone is just a fancy term for po’ & run down. A ZUS typically has a high percentage of public housing, high rates of unemployment, and very low percentages of high school degrees. In the United States we tend to refer to these places as the inner-city, but in Paris most of these neighborhoods are found in les banlieues just outside of the city. 

So knowing all of this before applying, I reluctantly marked a check in the square box. Why on earth would I agree to this, you ask? A couple reasons. The main reason being I was desperate to get into the program and thought that since many people would say no, this might help my chances. The second reason is because I wanted to have students from diverse ethnic and cultural backgrounds. I grew up in the Washington, DC metropolitan area and I am just in general used to that type of environment. But I didn’t imagine how much I would enjoy the experience. 

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