The Girls' Waiting Room
"Yes~ Boss~"
"Can I book one?"
"Sure, what time would you like~?"
On the computer monitor, a memo was displayed:
Eden ×5 — Eun-ha, Nabi, Do-yeon, Hyeona
4.15 Eun-ha / 4.29 Do-yeon / 5.13 Nabi / 6.1 Hyeona
Recently registered little shit... five visits to Eden... seen everyone except Dambi, the bastard.
Looking at the ledger and the booking status, it was Eun-ha's turn — but this was a guy who hadn't had Dambi yet.
"Hmm... it'll take about thirty minutes to get there."
The clock read half past twelve. Dambi was currently in a room sucking a customer's cock and would be out in twenty minutes.
"Shall I book you for one o'clock, Boss~?"
"Yeah."
"Just park in the lot and give us a call from the first-floor elevator entrance, Boss~"
"Got it~"
I hung up, wrote 1:00 on the reservation memo, then flipped between the ledger and the booking sheet, sinking into thought for a moment.
Dambi had four sessions... Eun-ha three... There didn't seem to be any particular style the customers preferred.
But of the two girls on shift today, he'd already seen one — and if I went strictly by rotation, he'd get Eun-ha again.
I'd done my share of draining the pipes myself, so I knew damn well how shitty it felt when a girl you'd already had came out again even though you hadn't specifically requested anyone.
Looking at the remaining time, if I forced Dambi in, the session gap would be two...
Two and a half hours left until three o'clock... Giving Eun-ha one more wouldn't be a problem if there were more bookings, but if nothing else came in, we'd have an issue.
On top of that, this was the dead hours between Sunday night and Monday morning.
A one-session gap was fine — Dambi had clocked in first — but if we closed with a two-session gap, and Eun-ha went snitching to Big Boss that the fucking manager hadn't distributed the numbers properly, I'd have no defense even after taking a few punches.
Ah, fuck it. Just go by the book. No point getting cute with the system and catching a beating for it.
Quietly, I wrote Eun-ha next to the 1:00 slot. Then I picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room and dialed 0.
"You've got a one o'clock booking, Eun-ha."
"Okay, Oppa~ But hey—"
"Yeah?"
"Can I clock out a little early?"
A sudden variable.
"I'd have to ask Dongpal hyung-nim about that."
"Then I'll ask him myself, hehe~"
"Alright."
I hung up and sank into thought.
So Dongpal hyung-nim had Eun-ha's phone number. Hell, it'd be weirder if he didn't. I was just the baby manager who'd barely walked through the door, with zero real authority — a glorified errand boy. Dongpal hyung-nim was the de facto second-in-command.
Before long, the landline connected to the girls' waiting room rang.
"Oppa, he said I can leave after the one o'clock~"
"Got it, I'll mark it down."
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
Just as I was about to hang up, Eun-ha tossed out a question.
"Sure, ask away, Eun-ha."
"How many designated requests do the other girls get?"
"Designated requests?"
"Yeah~ I still don't have any..."
Racking my brain over the past few days of work, I couldn't recall a single customer who'd specifically requested Eun-ha. Kkotnim had the most by far, and the rest were roughly even — but normally, once you clocked in for a day, you'd pull at least a couple of designated requests. Even Dambi, who'd only been here a short while, was filling one or two slots with jimyeong.
"Hang on a second."
"Okay~ Oppa."
What the hell should I do... Her thighs did look particularly thick, but depending on taste, plenty of cock-obsessed bastards went crazy for thick, meaty thighs like that. Her face still had some baby fat, looking young without being unattractive. Soft, downy peach fuzz, smooth skin that practically made your dick twitch just looking at it. Her makeup floated a bit, a little clumsy — but that was charming in its own way. Earlier, when she'd been eating pizza in that cat pose, her ass had looked ready to burst and my cock had gone rock-hard in an instant.
So was it a service problem...?
I set down the landline and headed for the girls' waiting room.
"Eun-ha."
"Huh? You could've just said it over the phone~"
"Mind if I drop the formalities?"
"Sure, Oppa."
I parked my ass on the threshold of the waiting room and quietly lit a cigarette.
"You smoke?"
I held out a cigarette to Eun-ha and flicked the lighter to light it for her.
"About the designated requests..."
"Yeah, Oppa."
"I'll be straight with you... The other girls pull about two each once they clock in."
"They do...?"
Eun-ha's face twisted slightly.
"You already asked Dongpal hyung-nim and Manager Jeonghun about this, right?"
"Yeah... They just told me not to worry about it and keep working..."
"Figures. That's why you're asking a guy who's only been here a few days."
"Yeah..."
She was so deflated she needed a confidence boost. I'd hit her with nothing but cold facts.
"From where I'm sitting, it looks like a service issue."
"Service...?"
"Yeah. From a customer's point of view, you're not bad."
"How would you know?"
From that bouncy ass and those smooth thighs, you fucking idiot.
"I'm a guy too... You've been around enough places yourself, right? Your look is solid."
"Have you been around a lot, Oppa?"
"Not like a maniac or anything... Just looking at you, yeah — face and body are fine."
I considered mentioning how her ass had made me hard the second she dropped into that cat pose, then thought better of it.
Before I knew it, Eun-ha had scooted up in front of me, settling cross-legged. Those denim short-shorts left her soft, smooth thighs completely bare, and the sight of them was scrambling my eyes.
"Hehe... That makes me feel better, Oppa."
"You know Kkotnim's fully booked with designated requests, right?"
"Unnie's just ridiculously pretty. You can't even compare~"
"Even as a woman you'd say she's gorgeous, sure... But is that alone enough to lock down full jimyeong?"
"Ah~ So that's why you brought up service?"
Time to get to the real point.
"You know what Kkotnim does in the room?"
"Do you know, Oppa?"
"Yeah... I got curious and looked up some reviews. Full jimyeong will do that to you."
"Ah~ I thought—"
"What were you imagining~?"
"Nothing, hehe~"
Nothing my ass, you little bitch... You were picturing Kkotnim sucking my cock.
"Anyway — what kind of service do you give the customers?"
"Um... It's kind of embarrassing, but just... my chest and... um... down there..."
"Nothing else?"
"Nope... Hehe~"
Now I understood why she had zero designated requests.
"Eun-ha."
"Yes~ Oppa."
"Kkotnim does the anus, massages your back with her tits, works the nipples, does down there, does the balls hanging off it, presses her own stuff against the customer's face, and finishes with a facial."
"..."
Eun-ha's eyes went wide with shock, her mouth hanging open, unable to close.
"After he cums, she goes back down there again, washes the customer's body clean, and then leaves."
"Is that real?"
"Yeah. So of course she's drowning in designated requests... That face, that body, and that service."
"Wow~ How does she even do all that?"
The fucking girl just kept gasping in admiration even after I'd spelled it out.
"Eun-ha. You've already got a booking and you're clocking out right after — want to try what I'm about to tell you?"
"How?"
"You don't need to copy Kkotnim exactly. Just use your tits and your ass."
"Whaaat~~?"
Playing innocent when she knows damn well what I mean, the little bitch.
"Doing the anus would be great, but if you can't, whatever... Have the customer lie face-down and just rub him all over with your tits."
"With my chest?"
Yeah, you fucking girl — wreck his entire backside with those bouncy milk jugs of yours.
"Yeah. From his back down to his ass, thighs, legs, all the way to his toes — rub everything with your tits."
"Ah~ That's so dirty~"
Says the girl who sucks dick for a living. Give me a break.
"Stop fantasizing and just do it... Once you're done, flip him over and rub him all over with your tits again."
"Is that all?"
"No. After you've done front and back with your chest... press your ass against his face."
"Ahh~~ That's a bit..."
"Specifically, press down there against his mouth. After that, the customer will take care of the rest himself."
"..."
"Just start with this. It's not that hard... You've got to maximize your assets."
Now it was up to Eun-ha.
"...I'll try it, Oppa."
All that time running my mouth like a motor had paid off.
"When the customer leaves, I'll ask how it went and give you feedback."
"Ah~ That's a little..."
Just then, the sound of a door opening and closing echoed from the hallway.
Shit — I'd completely forgotten to put in the first call.
"See you, Oppa~"
"Yeah~ Good work~"
I shot out into the hallway at lightning speed. Dambi was seeing a customer out of a room.
"This way, sir."
I overtook the customer, hit the elevator button, and sent him down. When I turned my head back toward the hallway, Dambi had poked her head out of the entrance, watching me.
"Sorry, I forgot."
"Why were you coming out of there?"
She meant the girls' waiting room — the one with only Eun-ha in it.
As I stepped further into the hallway, Dambi stood with her arms crossed, holding a towel stained with cock residue.
"I told you I was just talking to her."
"Talking about what? You didn't do anything weird, did you?"
"Hey, I'm not some psycho..."
"You even forgot to put in the call. What the hell were you talking about so intensely?"
"Look, let's talk over text. People are gonna get the wrong idea."
Dambi twisted her face into a smirk, then vanished into the girls' waiting room.
Fucking girl — people make mistakes. The way she was grilling me like some jealous wife interrogating a cheating husband was pissing me off. If she was putting out, maybe I'd understand.
I went back to the counter, dropped into the chair, and quietly lit a cigarette.
Just then the shop phone rang, and on the CCTV a cock-carrying bastard stood at the elevator entrance with his phone out.
It was the one o'clock booking. I took the call, hit the round button to open the door, and shoved him into a customer room. Then I picked up the landline to the girls' waiting room and dialed 0.
"Yes~"
Dambi.
"Eun-ha, Room 5."
"Got it. Any bookings after her?"
"Not yet."
"Okay~ Got it~"
Come to think of it — once Eun-ha went in to suck cock, Dambi would be alone in the waiting room. I considered continuing over text, then dropped it and waited for Eun-ha to clear out fast. For the next forty minutes, it would be pure Dambi-and-me time.
Soon the click of Eun-ha's heels faded down the hallway, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. Full of dirty intentions, I headed for the girls' waiting room.
"Hey, what did you tell Eun-ha?"
I walked in as naturally as breathing. Dambi, who'd been lying down, sat up and glared at me. The fucking girl had already changed into a baggy white short-sleeve tee and sweatpants.
"Told her to wreck the customer with her tits and ass."
"You psycho, lol. That's your 'knowledge'?"
I scooted right up next to her, parked my ass, and quietly lit a cigarette.
"I asked her what she does for customers and she said she only works the chest and down there."
"So?"
"So I told her how Kkotnim does it."
"How does Kkotnim do it?"
I stretched out my left hand and rested it on Dambi's thigh.
"She slathers gel all over his back, then rides her tits down smooth and slow — ass, thighs, legs, all the way to the toes, taking her time with a thorough massage... Then she spreads the customer's ass cheeks wide and licks his anus with the tip of her tongue."
I moved the hand on her thigh in a gentle caress.
"And?"
Dambi turned her body, and those watermelon-sized massive tits pressed against my left arm. The fucking girl was completely ignoring the part designed to turn her on and only cared about how Kkotnim worked. Her eyes were sparkling.
"While she's working his anus, she slips a hand under his crotch and rubs his cock and balls."
"Kkotnim does that?"
"Yeah."
"Have you gotten service from Kkotnim?"
"No."
"Then how do you know it in that much detail?"
"I'm talking about the reviews?"
The mere suggestion of getting service from Kkotnim set my imagination running, and my cock suddenly swelled to bursting. It had already been growing while I gently stroked Dambi's thigh, of course.
"Reviews? There are reviews of the girls?"
"You didn't know?"
The fucking girl was trying to derail the mood just when things were heating up.
"Hey. You hard?"
"Huh?"
Dambi pointed a finger at my cock, which was throbbing like it was about to punch through my pants, and looked at it with the expression of someone examining a bug.
"You pressed your tits against me, so yeah, I got hard."
"Not from imagining Kkotnim?"
"I got hard on purpose while touching your thigh."
The conversation had already left the original topic and was rocketing toward Andromeda.
"Ha... You get hard at the drop of a hat. Even looking at me in sweatpants turns you on?"
"Yeah. Fucking turns me on."
I moved the hand that had been stroking her thigh and gently cupped the crotch of Dambi's sweatpants.
"Hey, get off — are you crazy?"
"Yeah, my cock's going crazy. Keeps twitching."
Dambi sighed like she was pissed, raked her hand back through her hair, then forcefully peeled my hand off her crotch.
"Hey. Pull your pants down a little."
"Huh?"
I wasn't sure what she was getting at, but I caught her intent fast enough — I yanked my pants down to mid-thigh, grabbed a pillow that had been tossed carelessly nearby, and lay back with it under my head.
"Underwear too, you bastard."
"Okay, but are you mad?"
Before I'd even finished speaking, Dambi roughly grabbed the waistband of my underwear with both hands and yanked it down in one motion.
"Ah..."
The moment my raw, bare cock sprang free, Dambi lowered her head and took that telephone-pole dick straight into her mouth.
Slurp... slurp...
"Hey~ Too fast~!"
Dambi was bobbing her head up and down at a maniacal pace. When I let out a complaint, she raised her middle finger and flipped me off.
"Aaaah... Dambi, fuck, slow down a little!"
"Just stay still, you bastard!"
Clamping onto that telephone-pole cock and sucking it up and down like a woman possessed, Dambi was giving me a masterclass in what a real mouth-pussy was. She pulled off for a second, spat out a string of curses in a voice that sounded genuinely pissed, then plunged my cock back into her mouth.
"Okay, okay, just a little gentler..."
Being on the receiving end of a sakkasi, I had no choice but to obediently follow Dambi's orders. True to the fucking girl who'd bragged about taking fifteen cocks in a single day, she was working my telephone-pole dick with total free rein. Sucking at a blistering pace, she was forcibly milking the cum built up in my cock like a machine — and I could feel it rising from below against my will, completely beyond my control.
I couldn't just end this getting one-sidedly wrecked by Dambi. I urgently grabbed both of her tits with my hands. She responded in kind, keeping my cock in her mouth as she pulled her shirt up and draped it over her breasts. True to form, the fucking girl wasn't wearing a bra — and I kneaded those watermelon-sized massive tits to my heart's content. Dambi's breasts were incredibly soft.
"Ha... Fuck, they're so goddamn big."
Dambi spit out the cock she'd been sucking so deliciously, lifted her head, and cursed. She'd been about to pull out one last stroke and wrap it up — but I wasn't going down that easy. How could I just get milked dry and call it a night when I'd finally gotten this chance? The fucking girl had underestimated her opponent.
"You okay?"
"Hey. Take your top off."
At Dambi's command, I obediently peeled off my shirt and tossed it. At the same moment, Dambi came crashing down on me with those watermelon-sized massive tits.
"Khh..."
Dambi stuck her tongue out long and coiled the tip around my nipple from bottom to top, flicking it. Then she rolled her tongue in circles centered on the nipple, stimulating my chest. My hands were kneading Dambi's tits and ass. Soon a soft sensation reached my telephone-pole cock — Dambi's hand.
"Ah... ah... ahh~~"
With my chest and cock under simultaneous assault from Dambi, moans spilled out of me without permission. Her ass was firm and soft at once. The hand stroking it moved faster and faster. Then I felt the cum I'd been fighting with everything I had start rising again.
"Aah... Dambi, I'm cumming...!"
Dambi abandoned the nipple she'd been destroying, lifted her head, and took my cock back into her mouth. I raised both hands from her tits and ass and grabbed her head. My hips lifted slightly off the ground as my lower body locked up with tension.
"Kraah... aah... ah... ah..!"
In an instant, something deep inside me exploded with force and surged forward.
Gush... gush...
Dambi felt something powerful shooting from my cock too — she drove her mouth all the way to the root and let out a shallow moan.
"Ha... aah... ah..."
"Ssssuuup..."
Dambi slowly lifted her head, seemed to look for something, then pulled out a few tissues, pressed them to her mouth, and spit.
"Ugh... You came a lot."
White liquid was smeared around Dambi's lips, leaking out. My proud cock juice.
"Hoo..."
"Hey. Feel good?"
"Yeah... Feels like all my energy just got sucked out."
"Bullshit, lol. Hey, put your clothes on already."
"Yeah... Just a sec."
Dambi pulled her shirt back down over her bare tits, then headed for the bathroom in the corner of the waiting room with the cum-stained tissues in hand. Soon came the sound of a toilet flushing, followed by the abrasive friction of her thoroughly scrubbing out her mouth with a toothbrush.
I pulled up my pants and underwear, put my shirt back on, parked my ass, and quietly lit a cigarette.
Didn't get to taste her pussy — that's a shame. But there'll be another chance.
Even while getting the sakkasi, a corner of my mind had been uneasy. It was rare, but sometimes a girl mid-session would leave the room to grab a drink or supplies. Normally they'd use the intercom connected from the customer room to the counter and ask for it to be brought over — the problem was I hadn't been at the counter.
"Hey, read the room a little. You get hard at the drop of a hat?"
Dambi was walking out, having thoroughly brushed every last drop of cock juice out of her mouth.
"Still, something good came of it, right?"
"Ha... Just forget it."
"Sorry for putting you on the spot."
"If you know, be careful from now on. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
"So you couldn't put in the call because you were teaching Eun-ha?"
Ah... Right, we'd been talking about why Eun-ha had no designated requests. Before I knew it, Dambi had parked her ass across from me, facing me.
"Yeah. I remembered some of Kkotnim's reviews and told her a few things to try."
"Tits and ass?"
"Yeah. Told her to rub him front and back with her chest, and press her ass against the customer's mouth a bit."
"You psycho, lol. So is she doing it?"
"Yeah. She said she'd try."
I pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between Dambi's lips, and quietly lit it for her. She'd drained me nice and clean — this much was only fair.
"Hey, don't teach the kid weird shit."
"Weird? Eun-ha's a kid? She already knows everything she needs to know. Then you teach her."
"Hey, who teaches who — that's trade secrets... Heh heh."
"Is there still stuff I don't know?"
"Hmm~"
"Ah, fuck, now I'm curious."
Dambi's sakkasi skill was practically a vacuum cleaner. Now I was desperately curious about her rimming skill.
"Hey, you working or what? You gonna sit here all day?"
"Yes~ Yes~ Understood!"
"I'm gonna lie down, so if a call comes in and I don't pick up, come wake me~"
"Yes~ Yes~"
I'd already gotten thoroughly drained, so I'd been about to clear out anyway. I headed back to the counter with a light step.
Still no booking calls — and I was curious how the customer coming out of Eun-ha's room would react.