It'd Be Easier If I Made Her a Fucktoy...

True to a Friday night, reservation calls were already pouring in before eight o'clock.

Group bookings especially were flooding the line. On weekdays, customers either came alone to take a room or, at most, showed up in twos and threes after a meal and a couple of drinks. Friday nights were a different animal entirely.

Jeonghun was frantically cross-checking the reservation memo pad against the ledger, piecing the schedule together with total focus. Eight girls on the clock, seven rooms available. He treated each forty-minute slot as one turn and prioritized the group bookings so every turn could be filled. For instance, if an eight-o'clock slot lined up perfectly with a party of four and a party of three for a clean seven, fine. But if two parties of three booked the same hour, one room would sit empty — so he'd call the single customer reserved for nine and yank them forward to eight, making damn sure no room went idle.

As a last resort, he'd shave five minutes off a customer's forty-minute service, hit the call early, and the second the customer and girl crawled out, roughly wipe down the towels, dump the next customer in, and shove the girl straight back in to suck cock without even giving her time to prep.

Jeonghun had already said fuck the forty-minute rule and was booking in thirty-minute increments. The two customer waiting rooms Dongpal normally used only for interviews — rooms they never touched on ordinary nights — were proving their worth. If a room was free, they threw the customer in the second he walked through the door, then five minutes later either grabbed a girl from the waiting room or checked the reservation board to predict who would finish first and hustled her straight in to suck cock the moment she stepped out. When every room was running full, they dumped customers into the waiting rooms to cool their heels, then fed them in one by one as rooms freed up. The girls barely made it back to the waiting room after a session before they were shoved right back out to suck more cock.

Eventually Hyojin couldn't take it anymore and exploded. She'd just finished sucking cock until her jaw was ready to fall off, barely made it back to the waiting room to catch her breath — and the call came again telling her to get back in there and suck. She put every ounce of feeling into it and slammed the landline phone down with a crash.

"Ah… Dongpal."

"Yes, Boss."

"Bring Hyojin out here."

"Yes, Boss."

Unlike a regular weekday, midnight was already closing in, yet Big Boss and Dongpal hadn't gone off to hit the sauna. This time Dongpal headed for the girls' waiting room himself. Voices murmured from that direction — hard to make out — and then Hyojin followed Dongpal out to the counter, her face flushed.

"…Hyojin."

"You could at least give us time for one cigarette, Oppa!"

"…Hyojin."

"What!"

"…Hyojin."

"…"

"Hey."

"…"

"Hey."

"…"

Big Boss dropped his voice low and stared at Hyojin like he was about to devour her. No cursing, no violence — just a conversation that looked like nothing at all, and it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠working with terrifying effectiveness. The flushed, defiant girl who'd come out to the counter ready to talk back to Big Boss was gone. Now she stood there with tears welling in her eyes, staring at him.

"You should know better by now, Hyojin."

"…"

"We've been working together about half a year, haven't we?"

"…Yes."

Hyojin hung her head and fat tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Jeonghun or Dongpal treating you unfairly?"

"…No."

"Then why the hell are you throwing phones?"

"…I'm sorry, Oppa."

"Apologize to Jeonghun."

"…I'm sorry, Manager."

Hyojin lifted her head and apologized to Jeonghun in a voice thick with tears. Her makeup was already half ruined, smeared to hell by the crying.

"Take one turn off and go back in… Jeonghun, when's Hyojin's next booking?"

"Twelve-thirty, Boss."

Jeonghun checked the reservation memo and reported to Big Boss.

"Rest until twelve-thirty."

"…Yes. I'm sorry, Oppa."

Hyojin wiped her tears and slowly disappeared back into the girls' waiting room.

"So what the hell do we do about her?"

"She's young, Boss. That's probably all it is."

"She pull this shit a lot on regular days?"

"Yes, Boss… now and then, it seems."

"Can't exactly send her to the back room either… Ah, fuck this."

"I'll try talking her down properly, Boss."

"Yeah. Have a word with her."

"Yes, Boss."

"It'd be easier if I just made her a fucktoy, though…"

Big Boss and Dongpal were having a serious conversation, and even though he trailed off at the end, I clearly heard him say the word fucktoy. Dongpal didn't answer that particular line. I pretended not to hear and kept my eyes fixed somewhere far away, and Jeonghun likewise seemed unbothered, still buried in checking the reservation memo.

With Hyojin sitting out a turn, Dambi — the first girl to finish a room — had to take the hit. I chased after her at lightning speed before she could even make it into the waiting room and told her she had to go right back in.

"Fine! Man-a-ger!"

There was a hint of irritation in Dambi's voice, but she agreed without any real argument. She'd already sucked cock five times in a row, come out, and gone straight back in to suck again. This would be her sixth.

"You drink?"

"With you? Feels like I'd put away a whole case."

"Heh~ Wanna hang out after we're done?"

"Anytime."

I didn't say much, but anyone could see Dambi was struggling. I mixed in a few jokes, trying to lift her spirits — though it wasn't entirely selfless.

Dambi roughly rinsed her mouth with mouthwash and headed straight back into a customer's room ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to suck cock. I peeked into the girls' waiting room: Hyojin was chain-smoking so hard the place was thick with haze, hammering away at her phone like she was mid-conversation with someone. Didn't seem like the right atmosphere to say anything, so I turned and headed back to the counter.

"Watch the place. Call me when you close."

"Yes, Boss."

Big Boss left with Dongpal, heading somewhere. There was a company dinner planned, so they were probably just stepping out for some air.

Customers kept pouring in right up to closing and we ran ourselves ragged, but mercifully there weren't any nightmare clients — a small blessing in the middle of the chaos. A little past four we finally closed out. Jeonghun, counting the bills, pulled two ten-thousand-won notes, slipped one into his own pocket, and handed me the other.

I'd expected it, but we'd still done roughly double a weekday's volume — in just eight hours. With so many group bookings, customers coming and going overlapped constantly, and more than once my brain short-circuited trying to figure out whether some bastard was finishing a room or about to go in. Every time, Jeonghun covered for me, and we got through without any real disasters. Once I got used to the work, I figured it'd sort itself out.

Kkotnim put on a show again today, racking up ten sessions on designated requests alone. The girl who hit the most was Dambi with twelve. Most of them cleared ten; Hyojin came in last with eight.

"Shall we head down, hyung?"

The girls had already settled up and gone down to the building entrance; the CCTV showed them each smoking a cigarette. Jeonghun and I went down, took a few drags ourselves, and then two cars pulled in. They parked roughly, and Big Boss and Dongpal climbed out of their respective vehicles. Dongpal had brought a Santa Fe; Big Boss's car had a BMW badge on it. If I hadn't known better I might've thought he was showing off — but after a few days on the job, watching a million won roll in on weekday nights and two million on weekends, a BMW almost looked modest.

Nabi seemed to vanish from view for a moment, then she was behind the wheel, honking and waving us over. Do-yeon took the front passenger seat of Dongpal's car; Jeonghun and I climbed into the back. I caught a glimpse of the rear bumper on Big Boss's BMW — it read 750Li. The rest of the girls piled into Nabi and Big Boss's car, and we pulled out.

That fucking bitch Do-yeon in the front seat next to Dongpal ran her mouth the entire ride like she had a motor attached to it. She didn't give a shit that Jeonghun and I were sitting right behind her — just kept chattering away at Dongpal in casual speech. Every time, Dongpal answered with a short, clipped "Yeah."

About twenty minutes later we arrived at a restaurant that was obviously the dinner spot, lit up bright. It was nearly five in the morning, but even at a glance the place looked packed solid, not an empty seat in sight. Outside the entrance, a handful of girls who looked like they worked other shops and a few guys were sharing cigarettes.

We got out and followed Jeonghun inside. He told them twelve, and they led us to a floor-seating private room. Jeonghun ordered like he'd been here a hundred times. A moment later Big Boss, Dongpal, and Nabi came in together. Big Boss took the seat of honor. Dongpal and Nabi sat immediately to either side of him; Jeonghun and I sat next to Dongpal. Beside me sat Dambi, then Hyeona in order. Next to Nabi sat Do-yeon, Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Hyojin, and Eun-ha in sequence.

I hadn't clocked it before, but looking at the way Do-yeon had been talking to Dongpal earlier and the fact that Nabi was sitting right next to Big Boss, it was pretty clear those two were the top dogs among the girls. Having Jeonghun and Dambi on either side of me and Kkotnim directly across the table — I was more than fine with the seating arrangement.

Side dishes came out, beer and soju were set roughly in place, and Jeonghun stood to pour everyone a shot of soju.

"We've got a new member, so look after him going forward."

"Yes, Boss."

"Yes~"

Big Boss gave a short toast and knocked back his soju. After that he made a little small talk and ran through a basic roll call. Soon the table was groaning under grilled short ribs, hot pot, stew, raw beef, and bone chicken feet, all set out in turn. The dinner settled into a free-for-all, everyone talking to whoever they felt like.

"Here~"

"Oh? Sure."

Dambi mixed a soju-beer and handed me the glass. I kept throwing burning looks across the table at Kkotnim, but every time that fucking bitch just lifted the corner of her mouth slightly and never said a word. Goddamn bitch. I swore then and there I was going to fuck her no matter what. The only one still paying me any attention was Dambi.

"Ahh… that's good."

"You're not pouring for me?"

I roughly mixed a soju-beer and handed the glass to Dambi.

"We've only killed one bottle and your face is already red?"

"Haven't drank in a while, that's all."

"Earlier you said you'd put away a whole case with me?"

"Just a figure of speech… But how the hell are you still fine?"

"Heh heh… I haven't even started yet."

A chill ran down my spine for a second.

"Aren't you exhausted?"

"I was exhausted, so when it's time to play, you play hard and shake it off~"

"You're something else."

"I've done fifteen before~"

"Insane…"

Dambi turned her body so her back was to Hyeona and faced me fully. In that instant, the bare skin of her thighs — she was sitting cross-legged in a short skirt — hit my eyes dead-on. A strip of red panties was showing too. She didn't seem to realize her underwear was visible, but there was no mistaking it: the center of her pussy, the hole pressed flat against the fabric of her crotch.

Fucking hell, that bitch is so goddamn hot…

In under a second my cock was fully hard, ready to punch a hole through my pants. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Thank god I was sitting cross-legged on the floor — if I'd been standing I would've made a complete ass of myself. Judging by the direction of Dambi's gaze, she had to have seen the bulge. But she didn't react at all, just kept talking while staring straight into my eyes. I was losing my mind with how badly I wanted her. Big Boss, Dongpal, Jeonghun, the other girls — fuck all of them. Right then it felt like only Dambi and I existed in that room.

"Want another?"

"Yeah. Feels like the alcohol's finally kicking in."

"Heh~ Really? Should we go for it tonight?"

"It's already morning. Go for what?"

Dambi mixed another full soju-beer and handed it over. I downed it in one shot, mixed her the same, and we went back and forth a few more times. After dumping god knows how many soju-beers down my throat, I got my head back on straight — and noticed Dambi's short skirt had ridden up a little more. Her crotch and those red panties were now fully on display right in front of my face.

"One more~"

"Yeah, sure."

I mixed another full glass and handed it to her. The fucking bitch must've been a bottomless pit — her complexion didn't change at all as she kept pouring them down. Her eyes were burning, staring at me like she wanted to eat me alive. My cock had been straining against my pants for ages, ready to tear free, and there was no way it wasn't in her line of sight. Unless she deliberately looked away, she had to see it at least once. But the bitch didn't so much as flinch.

I could feel the alcohol climbing higher. If I kept this back-and-forth drinking going without stopping, I might actually ruin my life. The urge crashed over me — to push her down right there, rip those panties off, line my cock up with her pussy hole and just bury it. I had to hold on. Had to endure. First thing was stop the soju-beer exchange. And get my cock to calm the fuck down. I recited every Buddhist sutra and prayer I could remember under my breath with everything I had.

"I'm gonna step out for a cigarette, Boss."

"Yeah. Your face is pretty red."

I told Big Boss and got up, slipping out of the restaurant. The moment the night air hit me, everything that had just happened felt like it belonged to decades ago — strange and distant. This was reality; the dinner table felt like a dream. I squatted quietly and lit a cigarette.

"Give me one too."

In no time that fucking bitch Dambi had followed me out and snatched my cigarette. Goddamn her.

"You really can drink."

"Heh~ You said you'd put away a whole case, so I came out expecting something. You're just okay."

"What'd you do before this?"

"Why?"

"You drink too well. Just asking."

"Guess~ Heh heh…"

"Street work?"

"Nope."

"Then?"

"Hmm~ Heh heh…"

"If you don't want to say, forget it."

"I worked at a bar."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"The same thing, my ass!"

The fucking bitch flipped into full explanation mode, motor-mouth running nonstop. From what I gathered, she hadn't been some cheap call girl hopping between jobs — she'd been a regular hostess at a fairly high-end members-only room salon. After about two years of grinding, her alcohol tolerance ballooned, her health tanked, and her skin went to shit, so recently a noona she knew hooked her up and she switched over to a handjob parlor. The first place she tried had no calls and she couldn't adjust, so she quit within days. Eden was her second shop — calls came steady, the managers and the other girls were decent, and she was satisfied. She volunteered, without me asking, that she'd never once gone for a second round with a customer. Her pride about having worked a high-end room salon was pretty intense. She even said a lowlife like me would never get through the door — and then offered, as a joke, to get me in if I wanted.

"Let's hit karaoke after this."

"Karaoke at this hour?"

"Coin karaoke. Coin. Karaoke!"

"Those are tiny… How are twelve people supposed to fit in a coin karaoke booth?"

"Just the two of us, then. I wanna sing!"

"You're something else… We'll see how it goes."

"That's a yes, right? Manager!"

"…"

I was about to tell her to fuck off with that noise, but the idea of the two of us alone in a coin karaoke booth got the better of me and I ended up agreeing. I wanted nothing more than to drag the bitch to a motel and fuck her senseless, but there was an order to these things. This time I'd settle for playing along just enough and getting her number — goal adjusted downward.

Dambi and I finished our shared cigarette with satisfaction, stood up, and headed back into the restaurant.