The First Target
"Hello, hyung-nim."
As I stepped behind the counter I bowed at a full ninety degrees toward the hyungs.
"You eaten yet?"
"I'll have the spicy pork."
Dongpal hyung-nim picked up his phone, called the rice place, said "One spicy pork," and hung up without another word.
Keun-hyeongnim was, as always, planted in the counter chair, staring at the monitor and clicking the mouse.
Jeonghun, who was always the first one in, was nowhere to be seen. Only the daytime manager kept bustling up and down the hallway.
"I'm heading out~"
A cunt appeared from the hallway and showed herself at the counter—a bitch I'd never seen before.
"Yeah~ sure, sure, go on in~"
Dongpal hyung-nim answered the new bitch in a ridiculously cute voice that didn't match his bulk at all.
Is this fucking bastard high or something?
The unfamiliar fucking bitch disappeared, and right after that I heard the click of heels leaving a customer's room and heading for the girls' waiting room.
Looks like they're already grinding from early evening.
There were two entries in the ledger, and it seemed the daytime shift still hadn't closed out. Eomji, Jeongmin… The fucking bitch who'd just left was probably the one called Eomji, and the other entry said a bitch named Jeongmin had clocked in at three. Both names also appeared on the night ledger, so they were apparently running them as a half-day, half-night middle shift.
Today was Dambi the fucking bitch's day off. After sending me that photo of her panties flooded with cunt juice this morning, she still hadn't texted again.
"Dongpal, did hyung drink a lot last night?"
"Yes, hyung-nim… He put away a ton."
"Ah~ fuck, why don't I remember any of it?"
Dongpal hyung-nim shot me a quick glance in passing. I understood exactly what he meant and quietly nodded. It was about the night he'd confessed to Nabi and gotten thoroughly roasted with a "go crawl back to your shitty hometown."
Speak of the devil—Nabi clocked in right on cue.
"Hello~"
She greeted the counter in a brighter, livelier voice than usual. Dongpal hyung-nim and I both made a point of welcoming her warmly. Keun-hyeongnim, however, gave no answer at all. An awkward silence hung in the air as Nabi simply vanished into the girls' waiting room.
"How many heads today?"
Keun-hyeongnim suddenly stood up and peered at the ledger.
"Five, hyung-nim."
"Who's off?"
"Dambi… Hyojin… Kkotnim… Mi-ho… all off, hyung-nim."
Dongpal hyung-nim answered after flipping through something on the shop phone for a moment.
"Why the fuck is that bitch Hyojin off?"
"She was supposed to come in today, but she just called a little while ago saying she had plans, hyung-nim."
"That dog-shit bitch~ Call that fucking whore back right now and tell her to get her ass in even if she's late, the fucking bitch!"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Even without Hyojin there were already three others off, yet Keun-hyeongnim seemed to have a special grudge against her alone. Then again, those other three had only been here three days and were already ace-level bitches who racked up numbers without a single complaint. Mi-ho, of course, was just the package deal that came with Kkotnim—basically her shuttle.
"Sorry I'm a bit late, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun arrived and greeted everyone. It wasn't eight yet, so he wasn't actually late.
"Keep calling Hyojin. She's not picking up."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Dongpal hyung-nim kept dialing Hyojin on the shop phone, but the fucking bitch was completely ghosting him. The hot potato got passed to Jeonghun with a clear "you handle this shit."
"Let's go hit the sauna."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Get Hyojin in even if it's late."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal hyung-nim left soon after. From the hallway I could hear the daytime manager laughing and chatting with someone.
"I'll be heading out, hyung-nim!"
"Yeah, good work."
The daytime manager came back to the counter with a big grin, finished the settlement in a flash, and was about to leave.
"See you tomorrow~"
The unfamiliar fucking bitch poked her head out from the hallway toward the counter and waved at the daytime manager. He waved right back. That had to be the bitch named Jeongmin. The daytime manager looked pretty close with her—close enough to send her off with a casual hand wave like that.
Those fucking bitches are already fucking each other, aren't they…
Standing there about to actually start fucking Dambi myself, watching the daytime manager and a daytime-shift girl act that intimate still made me a little jealous for no good reason.
I fired off a text to Dambi. The photo of her red panties still soaked with cunt juice was still sitting there. The "1" disappeared and a photo of booze and side dishes came through.
If there was a bitch completely insane for alcohol, this had to be her.
I deliberately sent it like I was looking after her. Just shoving dick at a girl never gets the job done.
There was progress. I'd sprinkled a little garnish on the already-cooked rice. Now all that was left was to plant the taste of the utility pole deep inside Dambi's cunt when I finally fucked her. The only thing a middle-school dropout with a bird brain could take pride in was a cock thick enough to be called a utility pole—that was just the nickname, of course. I decided I needed to get that cock into 120% condition. No more jerking off for a while.
Soon all the girls clocked in, and starting with Jeongmin—who'd been sucking dick since three in the afternoon—Nabi, Do-yeon, Eun-ha, and Hyeona made five cunts total. The whole place reeked of cock juice as we ground through a nonstop shift. Hyojin completely ghosted dozens of calls and texts and never showed.
Then Sunday arrived. When I clocked in, Keun-hyeongnim was nowhere in sight. Dongpal hyung-nim was sitting in the counter chair watching TV.
"Hello, hyung-nim."
"Yeah. The rice place is closed today."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Jeonghun's off today too."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Dongpal hyung-nim pulled a ten-thousand-won bill from his wallet and handed it to me.
"Go buy something to eat."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I'd come to work hoping for the mackerel set meal, but of course today was their day off. I had no choice but to step outside the building and look for something edible. Nothing really caught my eye, so I ended up grabbing two packs of bread and a 500 ml milk from the convenience store and headed back.
In front of the elevator inside the building I spotted a familiar cunt waiting. It was Dambi.
"Hey."
"Oh, Manager. Just getting in?"
Dambi was wearing a cool-looking yellow sleeveless shirt and tight jeans.
"Rice place is closed, so I bought some stuff."
The elevator doors opened and Dambi and I stepped in. I connected the two exposed wires for the third-floor button with a single twist.
"I haven't eaten either."
"Want some of this?"
I opened the bag and showed her the bread and milk.
"A guy built like a mountain and that's all you're eating?"
"Why the hell not?"
The elevator started climbing toward the third floor.
"Hey, let's just order something."
"Anything besides the rice place means I have to go down to the first floor to pick it up."
"Then you go get it."
"Already trying to work me, huh."
When we reached the third floor Dambi greeted the counter in a high-pitched voice and vanished in a hurry. Because of what she'd said, I still hadn't touched the bread and milk and just waited beside Dongpal hyung-nim.
My phone buzzed with a new text. When I checked it I nearly lost it. The fucking bitch had ordered pizza without even asking. At the same time the landline connected to the girls' waiting room started ringing. Dongpal hyung-nim shot me a look. I walked over and picked up the receiver.
"Manager, I ordered pizza! Any reservations after this?"
"One second."
I set the phone down and checked the ledger. Luckily nothing was booked.
"Nothing yet."
"Then I'll call you in a bit, so go down to the first floor and pick it up. Let's eat together!"
The fucking bitch was deliberately talking loud enough for Dongpal hyung-nim to hear every word.
"Okay, text me when it's here."
"Will do~!"
The call ended. Dambi and I had put on a deliberate little performance. She'd probably figured that if we just texted and then suddenly went to grab pizza, Dongpal hyung-nim might get suspicious, so she struck first. I picked up on her intention and played along perfectly with a dry, businesslike tone.
"Only two today."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Being Sunday, most of the girls were apparently off. Soon Eun-ha clocked in looking half-asleep, and no reservations came in until the pizza arrived. Hyojin didn't show up again today either.
"Would you like to join us, hyung-nim?"
"Go eat. Don't worry about the counter."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I took Dambi's call that the pizza had arrived, brought it up, and figured I should at least ask out of courtesy. Luckily the bastard took the hint on his own, so I headed for the girls' waiting room.
"Manager, over here, over here."
"…Yeah."
Unlike when Dongpal hyung-nim had been listening, she dropped the formal speech right away and talked like we were ball-buddies.
"You ordered a lot."
"I haven't eaten a single thing today~"
Dambi rubbed her empty stomach and winked at me, as if to say she'd ordered all this for me to eat. Fucking bitch… There was a reason she'd emphasized it. It wasn't just one pizza—there was fried chicken, oven spaghetti, fries, corn cheese, and even cola.
"Oppa, have some. It's good~"
Eun-ha tore off a slice of pizza, shoved it into her mouth, and looked at me while she spoke. The pizza sat on the little table and the sides were just dumped on newspaper spread on the floor, so Dambi and Eun-ha's sleek bodies were right in front of my face across the way. Dambi had already changed into a baggy white short-sleeve T-shirt and sweatpants, but Eun-ha was different. Same short-sleeve T-shirt, yet it clung so tight her tits stood out, and she was wearing denim shorts that left her thighs completely bare, constantly scrambling my eyes.
"Yes, please eat a lot, Eun-ha-ssi."
"Just call me Eun-ha. You're being too stiff, oppa."
"Okay, I will."
"You can drop the formal speech too~"
Come to think of it, today was the first time I'd spoken casually with Eun-ha.
"Work treating you okay?"
"Yeah… The hyung-nims help a lot, and Jeonghun too… The girls all seem like nice people."
"How do you know the girls are all nice people?"
I'd just said it out of politeness, but Dambi the fucking bitch latched onto it.
"Yeah… just a feeling."
"Do I seem like a nice girl too?"
The fucking bitch was steering the mood somewhere weird. Eun-ha, though, was completely focused on demolishing pizza—one hand holding a slice, the other shoveling spaghetti.
"Yeah… Friday was packed with customers. You could've gotten pissed, but you worked hard."
"Worked hard at what?"
Dambi raised her hand and waved it—exactly like she was waving a cock. Eun-ha looked at Dambi and immediately burst out laughing.
"…"
"Hehehehehehe~"
"Hihihi~"
Dambi and Eun-ha, the two fucking bitches, were kneading the innocent manager however they pleased. If I felt like it I could fuck both of them at once, yet here we were.
"Your face is all red."
"Ah… is it? Bathroom for a sec…"
"Yeah~ hehehehe~"
There was a bathroom right next to the counter, so I was just about to leave the waiting room.
"There's a bathroom right here, oppa."
"Ah~ okay."
I followed the direction of Eun-ha's pointing finger and saw a door in the blind corner of the waiting room. I opened it and found a bathroom fully equipped with a shower. I thought about texting Dambi to give her shit, then decided against it. It was fucking annoying, but thanks to her noble sacrifice the mood didn't look bad.
I splashed water on my face, crouched down for a smoke, then walked back into the waiting room.
"Manager, it's all getting cold~"
"Okay."
I sat down in front of the TV and properly started demolishing pizza, using Dambi's watermelon tits that looked ready to burst out of her baggy T-shirt and Eun-ha's soft, smooth thighs peeking between her denim shorts as side dishes. Eun-ha stopped eating, pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, then crawled on all fours toward her handbag looking for something. The perfect cat pose showed off her ass that looked ready to explode, and in one second my appetite vanished and pure lust detonated. My cock was already hard.
"Something wrong?"
"Huh? No, I'm fine?"
Eun-ha pulled out cigarettes and her phone from the handbag, locked her eyes on the screen, and immediately disappeared into the waiting-room bathroom.
"Hey, you crazy bastard."
"They keep being right in my face, what am I supposed to do?"
I raised my hand and pointed at Dambi's tits. Luckily she hadn't noticed that the hard-on had actually come from staring at Eun-ha's explosive ass.
"Hey, get it down, fast. What if Eun-ha sees?"
"If she catches me, oh well."
"You finished eating, right? Get back to work already."
"You're the one who kept waving your hand like that."
I waved my hand the same way—like I was waving a cock.
"Hey, just shut up, finish eating, and leave."
"Yeah, just this last bit and I'm gone, hehe…"
A little later Eun-ha came back out. I finished the delicious meal while admiring the two bitches who competed with their tits, then slipped back out to the counter.
Sunday was truly quiet. Reservations came in now and then, but with only two girls the maximum was two customers per round, so plenty of rooms sat empty. After the Friday-Saturday cock-grinding marathon my body felt genuinely comfortable. I finally understood why Jeonghun always took Sundays off.
"You learned how to close, right?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Stay until three. If there's no reservation, close up."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Put the money in the fire extinguisher over there."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Probably won't happen, but if the phone rings, pick it up once."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Alright. Close and then call me."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
After midnight Dongpal hyung-nim clocked out. At last I was watching the counter alone. In this wide-open space there was only Dambi—who I was about to start fucking for real—Eun-ha with the ass that had made my cock hard, and me.