Fucktoy
I quietly peeled Pureum's hand off and set it back where it belonged.
I gave a slight nod toward that horny Daytime Manager bastard, and he grinned like he got the message. He put a finger to his lips and mimed zipping them shut. Jeongmin stayed quiet too, reading the room without a word.
"I'm heading in... oppa."
"Yeah."
Pureum flashed a triumphant little smile and sauntered off toward the girls' waiting room.
When I walked up to the counter, Jeonghun was sitting in the chair, smoking.
"Hey."
"Yeah, hyung... reservations are stacked, so take a break."
"Got it."
I glanced over the reservation memo and the ledger — a full ten pussies were out in force tonight. Meanwhile the Daytime Manager bastard and Jeongmin exchanged a cozy little goodbye and disappeared together.
I dropped my ass into the mesh chair, settled in, and quietly lit a cigarette. Jeonghun, sitting right there at the counter, must have heard every bit of Pureum's bullshit, but he didn't say a word. He was quitting soon anyway — probably figured I could handle my own mess however I wanted.
The reservation memo showed bookings packed tight from eight o'clock on. Summer was winding down and Chuseok was coming up, so we were hitting the busy season. I steeled myself and started grinding through the dick work.
Fuck, my feet were on fire.
It was already past eleven, and I'd been on my feet nonstop since eight. I ducked into the customer waiting room, rounded up the three guys cooling their heels, and brought them out into the hallway. Then I stuffed each one into a room that had just finished getting its cock-and-pussy workout. Hot air and shampoo scent hit me in the face.
Usually when a group comes in, one guy collects the money and pays for everyone — but these bastards were settling up one by one. I shoved the last guy into a room, took his seventy thousand won, jammed it roughly into my back pocket, and headed for the girls' waiting room.
At the kitchen just past the threshold, Dambi was brushing her teeth. She was still wearing that bikini hostess outfit that left her pussy hair completely on display.
"Room 1, go in five minutes. Reservations are backed up behind you."
Dambi gave a little nod of her head. Normally she'd be rubbing up against me all affectionate, but something about the vibe felt off.
Looking past the doorway into the waiting room, I caught Pureum and Hyojin fixing their makeup.
"Pureum, Room 5. Hyojin, Room 8. Five minutes. You've got bookings after, so finish them off quick and get back."
"Okay, oppa."
"Okay, oppa."
Two pairs of eyes snapped toward me at once, staring straight at my handsome face.
Heh.
But...
What the hell was wrong with Hyojin's eyes?
I caught her giving Pureum a sidelong look that said she was about ready to commit murder. Dambi's mood had seemed off too... Pureum's face was all smiles, bright and cheerful. What the fuck had that bitch been stirring up in the waiting room?
I was curious, but there were still two guys waiting, so I swallowed the regret and turned back.
The second I got back to the counter, the shop phone rang. It was the number for a two-guy group reservation on the memo. I checked the CCTV — two guys standing by the elevator, making the call. I picked up right away, confirmed they were getting in the elevator, and hit the round button to bring them up.
I sprinted so hard my soles were smoking, grabbed the two customers, and guided them into the waiting room that had just freed up. At the same time, I heard a door open. I spun and bolted back down the hallway.
Kkotnim was walking a customer out, arm in arm. I took him off her hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way. I flipped the lights on in Room 2 that Kkotnim had just left, gave it a quick once-over, then went to the waiting room and immediately stuffed one of the guys inside.
I raced back to the counter like hell, grabbed the landline connected to the girls' waiting room, and hit zero.
"Yes?"
Pureum.
"Kkotnim, Room 2, Jimyeong. Five minutes."
"Okay, oppa... do you have time after we close tonight?"
"Huh?"
"You worked hard at the motel... I've got meat at my place. Come eat."
"Ah... let me think about it."
"I'll take that as a yes, then. See you after... oppa."
I hung up and quietly lit a cigarette.
That fucking bitch...
The waiting room was full of pussies right now. She'd said it loud and clear, shoulders squared, making damn sure everyone heard. She was holding a serious grudge. And not the good kind.
I took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air. They say a catfight is like cutting water with a knife... That explained Dambi and Hyojin's reactions earlier. That bitch had been sitting there with her innocent face, needling the fucktoys and rubbing salt in the wound.
Suddenly I heard a door open and checked the CCTV. My fucktoy Eun-ha was walking a customer out, arm linked with his. I hurriedly crushed out my cigarette and bolted into the hallway. I took the customer off her hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him off.
I was about to head back to the counter when Eun-ha stood there staring at me, a cum-stained towel rolled up in her hands. I needed to get the next customer into a room, but I had no choice — I walked over to her.
"What?"
"Oppa, did something happen with Pureum unnie?"
"No, nothing beyond the usual..."
"Haa... did you sleep with her? With unnie?"
"Yeah."
Eun-ha grabbed my arm and shoved me against the hallway wall. What the hell was this now.
"Earlier, Pureum unnie and Dambi unnie got into a fight..."
"What? Then Pureum should've gotten her ass completely handed to her..."
"Hehe... I've never seen Dambi unnie that flustered. She couldn't even get a word out."
Speak of the devil — right then Pureum appeared carrying a tray.
"I thought you should know... Pureum unnie is no joke."
Reading the room, Eun-ha quickly dropped her head and slipped past Pureum into the girls' waiting room.
I was about to head back to the counter when someone grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"Hey. What did that bitch say?"
Oh, for fuck's sake... Calling my fucktoy "that bitch"?
"What's there to say? She told me you threw a fit... Watch yourself, you fucking bitch."
"I'll be at the intersection after we close... If you don't show, I'll spill everything... to the boss."
"What?"
"I'll be waiting then... okay, oppa?"
Pureum gave my shoulder a couple of pats, put on a full display of attitude, and crawled off into a customer room to suck dick. I was so stunned I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, staring after her.
"Hyung, you've got a customer to take care of."
Suddenly a familiar cock-brother's voice came from behind me. Jeonghun. Ah, fuck... I'd completely forgotten. I'd been so distracted by Pureum I'd completely dropped the shop work. I scrambled to the customer waiting room, woke up the guy who'd been snoring through a long wait, and stuffed him into a room.
"Yes, hyungnim... ten girls... one hundred four sessions... thirty-one Jimyeong... total two point seven nine million won... Yes... Yes... Good night... hyungnim!"
I bowed ninety degrees into empty air, then put the phone back. Except for Sundays, Jeonghun had always been the one to report to Dongpal hyungnim — but starting today, I'd been ordered to handle it myself.
I pulled two ten-thousand-won bills from the cash bundle, handed one to Jeonghun, and pocketed the other. I stashed the shop's take in the fire extinguisher cabinet by the elevator, then quietly rode down.
I'd just gotten the good news that Do-yeon was heading home to sleep from the waiting room, but Pureum's situation came first. The way things were going, something was seriously off. If I left this alone, it looked like one of them would have to drop dead before the pussy fight ended.
Jeonghun and I smoked at the building entrance, then split off our separate ways.
When I reached the intersection near the shop, two familiar pussy faces were waiting. Dambi and Pureum. The second I spotted the pair of bitches, cold sweat ran down my back. I swallowed hard and quietly lit a cigarette. Hands in my pockets, I walked slowly toward them.
Thankfully, it didn't look like fists or knives were about to fly.
"Babe, you're here?"
"Yeah... what's going on, why are you here..."
"What's going on... can't I come see my man?"
"Did you tell this bitch?"
One line from Pureum, laced with murderous intent, and the whole atmosphere went to shit. Suddenly we were one spark away from a homicide scene. I shook my head at Dambi, urging her to keep her cool.
"This bitch? Yeong-eun is my girlfriend. Watch how you talk."
"Is that so? You thug bastard... a guy with a girlfriend rolling around in a motel with some other woman like that?"
"You fucking bitch, I've been holding back, but what the hell kind of way is that to talk to my man? Huh?"
"Hey, both of you, stop."
Dambi went for Pureum's hair and I jumped in to block her. Dambi's fist — the kind that could actually throw a punch — tore out a chunk of my hair instead. A rough scraping sound, and pain so sharp it felt like my lungs stopped working.
"Hey, you son of a bitch! Are you protecting this bitch right now? Huh? Get out of the way! You fucking bastard!"
"Calm the fuck down, you bitches!"
I summoned superhuman strength, squared my shoulders, and looked back and forth between the two of them with a stern voice. In that instant, the two bitches who'd been about to commit murder froze in place, crushed by the sheer force of it.
"Ah, you goddamn bitches... what the hell are you doing? Hey, you fucking bitch... do you even know what kind of bastard your boyfriend is? I'll—"
"I'm sorry, babe... I think I got too worked up..."
"You too, you fucking bitch, huh? What kind of mouth is that? You're the one who offered yourself up and got fucked... and now you're throwing that around? You damn bitch..."
"Why are you only coming at me?! You fucking bastard! Then don't treat me so well! Waaah! Sob sob..."
Emotions overflowing, Pureum collapsed onto the ground and started bawling.
Ah, fuck... This was shitty.
I quietly approached Pureum and patted her back.
"Let go, you fucking bastard! Forget it, I don't need any of it... I'm gonna die! Waaah!"
"Ah... fuck, hey... don't just stand there, do something... I'm weak to this kind of thing..."
"Why should I? You handle it yourself."
Dambi ignored me and quietly lit a cigarette. Being a main-road intersection, even at this hour of the morning there were still people wandering around. They passed by looking at the sobbing Pureum and me like we were some pathetic spectacle, as if they'd found free entertainment.
I quietly lit a cigarette and sat down across from Pureum.
"Ah fuck, I've completely lost face... Fine... today I'll do whatever you want... I'll listen."
"Hic... hic... Really?"
"Yeah, otherwise you'll just keep crying here... What do you want? Want me to break up with Yeong-eun?"
"You son of a bitch! What did you just say?"
I quickly gestured at Dambi to zip her mouth shut. Meaning: just watch what your boyfriend does. She wasn't completely dense — she stopped pouring out the dual curses and chain-smoked instead.
"If I say break up, will you?"
"Yeah. But then I'm quitting this place too and going somewhere nobody knows me to hole up."
"You bastard! Waaah!!"
Pureum pounded on my chest with completely meaningless little fists. I took the hits without moving and kept patting her back.
After a long stretch of crying and throwing a fit, Pureum's tear ducts finally ran dry. She stopped cold and slowly got to her feet.
"Give me a cigarette."
"Yeah."
I stood up, pulled out a cigarette, put it between Pureum's lips, and quietly lit it. Pureum took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air.
"Go."
"Huh?"
"I said go. It's fine now... This kind of thing won't happen again... I can't quit the job... I need to make money..."
"No, you fucking bitch... what do you take people for?"
I spun Pureum around and pushed my tongue into her smoke-filled mouth. After a light round of kissing, I looked her steadily in the eyes.
"You're my fucktoy too... I know it's disappointing that the cock's shared, but if you can just accept that, you don't need to throw these fits either..."
"I don't like that kind of thing... Let go... I'm leaving."
"If I let go of this hand, I won't hold onto any more feelings for you either... So choose carefully..."
I clasped Pureum's hand and stroked it. She'd been about to pull away, but then she sank into my arms. We held each other tight, confirming our love.
Then I took a taxi home with Dambi.