Finding someone willing to clean your apartment was in of itself not really a struggle. Especially older women already working in the cleaning sector inquired about the job. Nor was the listing shy of male applicants, but you've long set your eyes on the kind of woman you wanted to clean your mess. After all, wasn't that type the reason you came to Korea in the first place? To find yourself just about any attractive woman in her 20s to make your sickly perverted fantasies come true without being called a freak for it? That's why your ex-wife left you, wasn't it?

Sure, Suyeon wasn't exactly the picture-book maid dolling up in a maid's outfit for you but the fact that she actually showed up in the early morning hours on a weekend after a night out, dolled up and dressed in the kind of skimpy dress that gets you beheaded by Korean society if a woman does anything other than go to a club in with already spoke for the fact that she was either completely oblivious, naive or simply didn't mind being paid by an older white man to clean his place as glorified eye-candy.

But then again, she was also the only girl who ever gave you the kind of lewd, smug smile when you asked her if she was also capable to take care of Buster's needs. A hilarious, if not confusing, inquiry to most. Especially the kind of girls you were after, as the Pitbull almost outweighed and outsized your ideal type of woman. Some even lectured you on how it is beneath their honor as a cleaning maid to take care of a filthy beast, but Suyeon wasn't that kind of girl. She merely blushed, fixed her jet-black mane, and politely assured you that you have nothing to worry about when it comes to her ability to take care of Buster's needs.

And you really hadn't. Whether it was the alcohol at work or endless hours of teasing at the club, by the time you returned to your apartment, the sight of her pink, wet panties greeted you as she knelt on all fours behind Buster in the middle of the room. Her feet spread apart wide, adorned by her high-heels to press the urgency with which she must have dropped on her knees while the skimpy black dress failed to cling onto her toned cheeks, long rendering them completely bare as the horny Korean girl found herself with Buster's tail happily slapping against the top of her head. A rhythmic, pleased panting echoed off the walls, only interrupted by the needy lapping and filthy slurping of a woman that indeed knew how to tend to the needs of a dog her size.