My name’s Kiyana, Kiyana Laqueena Lawrence, I’m 25 and I work the front desk at a hotel in downtown Charlotte. I had recently graduated from college with a degree in hospitality with a minor in business from the University of North Carolina. This hotel I currently work at is called The Pleasurable Palace, which is also called “The Blasian Bordello” because many of the guests are Blasian couples, whether it’s Asian men and black women or Asian women and black women. Sometimes, there would be a few black men/Asian women couples who come by the hotel at night; whether for a romantic weekend, a quickie, or a secret encounter.

The five-story building had been vacant for a long time until a woman named Marquisha Smith bought the building and turned it into a hotel. Like me, she has hotel work experience though she graduated from Johnson & Wales University in Florida; she had worked at several big-name hotels while I worked at only one before The Pleasurable Palace had opened. She got the idea for the opening the hotel after a trip to Tokyo after divorcing her no-good husband, she modeled The Pleasurable Palace after visiting a “love hotel” in Japan, where she met a guy named Kaito who took ESOL classes while working as a waiter at a butler cafe. Guess you can say, Miss Smith had her own interracial version of How Stella Got Her Groove Back.

Other than hotel suite rooms on all five floors, The Pleasurable Palace also has a bar/lounge, a conference room (perfect for sex toy parties and sales and also lingerie parties), and the fifth floor has themed suite rooms. I’m both the front desk and concierge at the hotel, I also make complimentary gift baskets for the guests (baskets with water bottles, snacks, condoms, lubricants, and massage oils).

Fast forward to this week, I was doing my usual duties as the front desk clerk and hotel concierge when Ms. Smith came into the hotel with a beaming smile on her face.

“I’m excited about a lot of upcoming events coming to the hotel this month! A new club holding auditions for an upcoming male revue at the lounge, a Bedroom Kandi convention and seminar at the conference room, and also the ERWA (Erotica Readers and Writers Association) will host Erotica FanFest in two months. All are great, yet I am looking forward to the Charlotte Korean Festival in town next week!” Ms. Smith said with excitement.

“A Korean festival sounds really good.” I said to her.

“Yes, the food and the music. This is giving me inspiration for my next vacation; it’ll be just as exciting as my Japan trip. Kiyana, if you ever get a chance to travel outside the U.S., definitely check out Asia.” Miss Smith said to me.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Before I forget, the shipment of condoms from Adam & Eve will arrive tomorrow.” I said to her.

“Good, good. I have an appointment with my hairdresser in an hour. Keep up the good work as always.” Miss Smith said as she stepped out of the hotel.

While busy at the front desk, Evelyn, one of the housekeepers, came up to see me while pushing the cart.

“Kiyana, I’m so excited about the Charlotte Korean Festival coming up!” Evelyn happily exclaimed.

“Miss Smith was just talking to me about it before she stepped out to do errands.” I said.

“I’m a fan of Korean music, especially KR&B and KHip-Hop. I’m also really excited because Jay Park is one of the main headliners at this year’s festival. Plus, he’s performing at the festival for two days!” Evelyn said as she pulled her smartphone to check the time.

“Forgive me for not being familiar with Korean music, but who is he?” I curiously asked me.

“Jay Park is a Korean-American singer and rapper, born in Seattle, and he’s really hot! If you’re not busy after work, why don’t you come over to my place to hang out and fangirl on him?” Evelyn asked me.

“I’d love to, I can also bring some takeout while we’re at it!” I happily responded.

That night, I picked up some Korean takeout from this place and drove my way to Evelyn’s apartment in Midtown; I had ordered some bulgogi, mandu, Korean short ribs, Korean fried chicken wings, large size order of kimchi, janjorim, and chuncheon dak galbi.

Evelyn and I went into the living room, feasted on the Korean takeout, and then she showed me pictures of Jay Park on her tablet. I swear, his shirtless photos are hotter than the kimchi we had eaten. I was already turned on just from looking at his pics, Evelyn showed me a lyric video to one of his R&B songs; not only were my eyes turned on from looking at Jay, but so were my ears from hearing his voice.

“Sometimes I wonder if he reads thirsty tweets on Twitter, the things I would say to him.” Evelyn said with a smile on her face.

“If he does read them, I bet he welcomes them with open arms and legs.” I replied as I giggled.

We then watched a video on Youtube that featured Jay’s sexiest moments, which had me thinking sexy, hot thoughts of him; I was like “What those hands/lips/hips do though?”

I went home that night, opened up my laptop, and listened to his song “Replay”; it was in Korean but the translated lyrics had me fantasizing about being alone with him, feeling his hands and lips all over my body, and holding onto his hips while his cock stroking my pussy deep.

The week of the Charlotte Korean Festival, I was busy as always at the front desk and also interacting with the hotel staff. It was early Friday afternoon when a male voice said, “Excuse me, can you help me?”

I turned around and I immediately gasped as I recognized him; the tattoos, the almond-shaped eyes, and black hair. I was stunned to find Jay Park in my presence.

Keeping my starstruck fangirl in check I responded, “Sure, I can help you with something.”

“I was on my way to the Korean Festival and the limo broke down, I was wondering if you can please call for a taxi.” He said to me.

“I’m not an Uber or Lyft driver, but I can take you to the festival in my car.” I replied. I then asked Evelyn to watch the front desk as Jay and I stepped out of the hotel.

“Thanks so much.” He said with a smile as I went with him to the hotel parking lot.

We went into my car, a silver Chevrolet Impala, buckled up, and I turned to the GPS. I then said to Jay, “You must be very excited to be performing at the Korean Festival?”

“I get very excited about performing in front of thousands of fans, especially screaming females. It gives me a rush, that and when I get lingerie thrown at me.” Jay said to me with a laugh.

“I was already a fan of yours when I watched your music videos on Youtube. Plus that one video where you shuffled, did the Dougie, b-boy, and a sexy Magic Mike dance.” I openly admitted without any hesitation. “Those are even better live and in person. So tell me a little bit of yourself.” Jay said to me with a smile on his sexy face.

“I’m Kiyana, I work the front desk at this hotel called The Pleasurable Palace, which is like a five-star version of a “love hotel” where couples go for a romantic rendezvous or a hookup. I’m also the concierge and make complimentary gift baskets for the guests.” I replied as we arrived at the festival venue.

“Here we are!” I announced at the arrival.

“Thanks for the ride, Kiyana. I hope you get the chance to come to the festival and also see me live.” Jay said to me.

“I hope so too.” I replied happily as he stepped out of my car.

I came back to the hotel soon afterward and returned to the front desk, still giddy from taking Jay to the festival site. It had me thinking about both going to the festival to check him out and wondering about using a hotel setting for his next music video. Also, I had been imagining what his fit-as-fuck tattooed body would feel against my curves.

The next day, I decided to go to the Charlotte Korean Festival with Evelyn and we’re both excited about seeing Jay on stage! I also told Evelyn about my encounter with Jay when I drove him to the festival that afternoon. As soon as Jay was on stage, Evelyn and I were in fangirl mode and we danced to his music. I mean, we jammed out to “Mommae”!

“You’re so lucky you got to meet Jay especially at the hotel and you got to give him a ride to the festival!” Evelyn said excitedly.

The minute I heard the music to “Turn Your Phone Off”, I got myself hot especially when he showed off his abs and body rolled, his hip movements had me feeling some type of way. Seeing Jay perform made me all hot, excited, and aroused all at once; all this fangirling I did had me hyper.

“I’m so glad we got to see Jay Park live, it was so hot!” Evelyn said to me as we stopped at a few food booths.

“Seeing him move his body made it hotter, getting me all excited. He’s like the Korean version of Trey Songz.” I replied to her.

The next day at work, I was surprised by a bouquet on the desk; the flowers in the bouquet were lilies, pink roses, and daisies. There was a card in the bouquet with my name on the envelope, I opened the small envelope and silently read the card. It said:

“Just wanted to thank you again for the ride to the festival. I would like to see you again before I go back to South Korea and have a private party in my hotel suite. Can’t wait to enjoy you! Jay”

I smiled and blushed after reading the card. There was writing on the back of the card which was the hotel and room number where he’s staying.

“Those flowers look beautiful. Who are they from?” Miss Smith happily asked me.

“Someone I helped get to the Korean festival yesterday.” I replied.

“Please share, it’ll make my day a lot better.” Miss Smith said.

“His name is Jay, he came by yesterday because his transportation had broken down and I had offered him a ride to the Korean festival. Did I mention that he’s a performer and I got to see him onstage at the festival?” I said with a sly smile on my face.

“This is getting good.” She said.

“Now he wants me to see him tonight before he goes back to Seoul.” I added.

“From good to better! Be careful and also be sure to bring one of those baskets with you.” Miss Smith gave me a brief hug before heading to the office.

Later that night, I got off work when my phone vibrated and got a text from Jay. I also made a gift basket to take with me when I see him. I went into my car, locked the door, and replied to his text message.

“Did you get the flowers?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, they’re beautiful. Thank you.” I replied.

“I just wanted to thank you again for giving me a ride to the festival. Plus, I can’t wait to see you tonight.” Jay responded.

“I just got off work, I’m about to take off my uniform and slip into something a little more comfortable. When I saw you perform at the festival yesterday, I got excited when you do hip-hop and then got turned on when you performed an R&B song.” I replied.