Chapter 10: Korean Education

Kim Loo and Choi Shon were two fourteen-year-old Korean girls, on their way with a group of other girls to an American prep school, designed especially for Korean girls new to this country. It would help prepare them academically for college in the future. The two girls, part of a twelve-girl group, had just arrived from Seoul that morning. The ten-hour flight was long, and the girls didn’t get hardly any sleep on the plane. They were very, very tired when the big jet landed in Los Angeles.

What nobody knew was that Kim Loo and Choi Shon were actually North Korean. They’d been told to keep quiet about it. After college in America, they would be free to work wherever they wanted. The truth was, after college they would be forced to work back in North Korea in their military development labs.

For two fourteen-year-olds like Kim and Choi, this was an exciting adventure! Everything was new! The flight had been very long. Now they were in Los Angeles, America, at the airport. It was very crowded, just as crowded as Korean airports but not nearly as well organized. As everyone got on the special bus that came to pick them up, Kim and Choi got on the bus through a different door. Then, the doors closed and they started to move. They both knew something was wrong. This wasn’t their bus! Then their bus pulled out in front of them. Wait, maybe they were just following the others, maybe there were two busses. Kim and Choi just sat there. Neither spoke any English yet, and everything seemed so different from Seoul. After a while, Choi pointed out that she couldn’t see the other bus any more. Their bus drove down city streets, then into some very poor-looking neighborhoods, like the slums near Seoul. This didn’t look right at all. Eventually, the bus stopped and the driver indicated for them to get off here. They did, figuring the school must be here. The bus drove off, its route done for the day.

The two girls stood on the corner. It was a vacant lot. Across the street were some abandoned buildings. Some people were farther down, but where was their group? Where were the guides? Where was the school, or the other bus?

Four young black youths stood on a sidewalk under a tree. The next block was the empty lot, then on the other side was Michael’s crib. Having nothing else to do, Michael had come over here to talk trash with his bros. Then the city bus had come along, stopped, and drove off. Two small girls stood there, looking around, looking lost.

Tony spoke first. “Well how-do-ya-do!” he said in awe. He’d just been saying how he needed him some pussy, then the bus came, and now ... Marcus chipped in with a low “ooooohhh weeeeee...” Tyrone, the oldest of the four at 19, said “Yo yo yo yo ... hold on now. Hold on. We got this. There’s enough for everybody. Yo, listen up niggers, follow my lead.”

The four slowly crossed the street, then walked towards Michael’s crib, right towards the two girls. As they walked up on them slowly, Tyrone started giving his rap, asking something, and neither could speak anything but that Asian shit. Both stood barely five feet tall, weighed maybe 100 pounds each. Both had long, dark hair. Michael noticed immediately, because he was a sick perv and always looked at a girl’s chest first, that one girl had some breasts, but the other girl had much bigger ones. Still, they looked really young. As they led the two girls down the sidewalk, pretending to be all helpful and all, Michael tried to see if he could find out how old they were. Using his hands, he held up ten fingers, pointed at her, asking a question. Ten fingers again. Then ten followed by two as he pointed at her. She seemed to understand, distracted entirely from where they were going. The girl with the bigger tits held up ten fingers, and the other girl held up four more, giggling. They pointed at each other. So, they were both fourteen. Well, this was gonna be fun. Michael thought they’d better use the basement, in the back playroom. These girls would be screaming soon enough.

Kim and Choi turned up the sidewalk and went inside with these American boys. The girls of course were confused, but polite and always saying thank you in Korean. The men went down these stairs, so they had to go down too. They were confused now. At the bottom, two of the men grabbed them both, spoke angrily to them, lifted them up and carried them quickly to a back room. Kim cried out, then Choi did too. They both began crying, “Let me go! Let me go!” in Korean (“nareul naebeoryeo duseyo!”).

In the playroom, Michael got the lights on and the romantic rap music playing. They dropped the two girls in the middle of the room. They cringed close together, eyes wide. The four moved around them, closing the door behind them. Arms crossed, grinning, they were a scary sight for these two young girls. Intimidation was the key to cooperation, and they all knew it.

The two girls were attractive alright. Michael used his cell phone to translate a little. They were indeed fourteen like they’d thought. They were from Korea they said. They were supposed to go to ... but Michael just snatched the phone away. The four teens had just recently been to the China Doll, a bar with oriental dancers. Suddenly, all their problems were forgotten. Right here, in this nearly soundproof ex-furnace room, they suddenly had their own oriental dancers. Who cares if they’re just 14? One girl had something to show, and everyone wanted to see them.

Choi and Kim did look similar. Kim had dark brown hair that came just below her shoulders, plus she had those bigger boobs. Choi had black hair the same length as Kim. Kim had on a dark blue polo shirt and regular shorts, sneakers. Choi had on a loose red & white top, with jeans on over her thin legs. They both had big, brown eyes; small but arousing pink lips. Right now, they were looking pretty unsure of everything. Scared shitless, actually. Michael peeled off his t-shirt, then told the girl in the red and white top to do the same. It took some gesturing, but she finally got the idea. A few good slaps to the back of their heads did a lot to make them understand. Both girls slowly took off their tops. Choi had on a silk undershirt, while Kim had on a more regular, white bra. As soon as they had their tops off, they immediately covered their chests with their arms. The boys snatched their tops away.

Kim jerked when they took her top away. She was holding her right arm across her chest, her left arm around Choi as they tried to face each other to try and cover themselves. But the older boys made them stand apart, hit their arms whenever they tried to hold hands or anything. All the boys then took their shirts off. She didn’t need to know English to know what was about to happen. She’d already had to expose herself to her uncle a couple of months ago. She guessed these black American boys wanted her to do the same.

Choi watched as the four young black boys next took off their pants and shorts. She stared as all four of their penis’s just hung out in front of them. They looked like giant bananas, but bigger. One guy kept making his swing in a circle. Choi was beyond embarrassed. This was no way for boys to act, definitely not something a girl her age should be seeing. They all started pointing at her jeans, like they wanted her to take them off. No no no no no ... Then one boy came over, looking very, very angry. He grabbed her jeans and roughly undid them, then yanked them down and off of her. Her young legs shook as he pushed the pants and her sneakers off of her. She tried to back up or stop him when he reached for her panties, but he was very strong; she couldn’t stop him. He gripped them and almost tore them off of her. As he stood up, he grabbed the bottom of her undershirt and pulled it roughly up and off of her. Suddenly, Choi found herself standing in this room, with these bad men, without any clothes on at all.