Practical Training for the Hostesses
Ten days had passed.
Dambi's pussy, which had felt so close I could almost grab it, still hadn't touched my cock.
If I'd just boldly closed up early and asked her out for a drink, I would've fucked her already. But I couldn't. I was dead broke, starting work at the handjob parlor Eden with only a few thousand won in my pocket. The daily allowance of ten thousand won went straight into my pocket, but after cab fare home and cigarettes, I was left with maybe three thousand. Through bone-grinding pain I'd scraped together about thirty thousand. Enough for one night in a shitty motel. Asking some bitch who was already giving up her pussy to cover the motel fee too? My middle-school dropout pride wouldn't allow it. Daytime rates meant I could fuck for about ten thousand in room fees, but I couldn't force a girl to wake up just to hand over her cunt.
I stepped into the elevator and connected the two exposed wires on the third-floor button just once. A moment later the elevator moved, stopped at three, and the doors opened.
"Good evening, Boss."
As always, the Big Boss was ignoring everything. Jeonghun and the Daytime Manager greeted me warmly. Dongpal was nowhere in sight.
"Have you eaten, Boss?"
The Daytime Manager was covering the lines Dongpal usually handled. Affable little bastard, that one.
"Gotta eat now."
"What'll it be, Boss?"
"Hmm... spicy pork."
"Yes, Boss!"
The Daytime Manager grabbed the shop phone, called the rice-and-soup place, and ordered one spicy pork set meal.
Beep~~~~~beep~~~~~
An alarm loud enough to shred eardrums blared twice.
"Ah, that fucking bitch!"
The Big Boss cursed at Hyojin on the CCTV. After two weeks of grinding at Eden I'd roughly learned the girls' styles; Hyojin dressed well. I could pretty much tell who was who just from the silhouette now. After a few rants from the Boss the alarm count had dropped, but her attendance was still shit—she ghosted calls and went dark so often she only showed three days a week. I remembered the Big Boss saying how convenient it was once you turned them into fucktoys.
The Daytime Manager pressed the round button and sent the elevator up.
"Hello~"
"Hyojin, eaten?"
"Yep~ on a diet! Any bookings?"
The Daytime Manager beamed at her. Seeing how consistently friendly he was, maybe my earlier guess that he'd been fucking that daytime bitch Jeongmin was wrong.
"None yet~ take your time getting ready!"
He glanced at the ledger and tossed the line at her. Hyojin shot me a quick eye greeting, then vanished into the girls' waiting room. Luckily the Big Boss didn't call her over to rant today. Two beeps instead of three made it too ambiguous to bother.
I slipped behind the counter chair and quietly lit a cigarette. The Big Boss was deep into online poker. Whenever he was at Eden he was always on poker. When the money ran dry he'd send Dongpal for cash, top up, and keep pouring it in. Right now he was chain-smoking and muttering nonstop curses under his breath—looked like he was getting wrecked.
A single beep sounded. On the CCTV I spotted a familiar pussy. Dambi. She moved with practiced ease, hit the round button, and stood at the elevator entrance.
"Hey~"
"You're here. Looking good today."
"Here."
Dambi flashed a bright smile, pulled an Americano from her handbag, and handed it to me.
"You've got a designated booking at eight, so stay ready."
"Okay~"
"Nuna, you're killing it today!"
That Daytime Manager bastard butted in and ruined the cozy vibe.
"You say that every day. Am I a murderer? Lol. Give me a call."
She cut the Daytime Manager's throat with one line like she was telling a piece of shit to fuck off, then locked eyes with me in a burning stare before disappearing into the girls' waiting room.
Soon the Daytime Manager seemed to clock out, bowed ninety degrees to the Big Boss, and looked ready to leave—then a moment later that bitch Jeongmin and Thumb came out together and rode the elevator down with him.
Working his ass off just to try and fuck them, what a loser.
From two weeks of watching, the Daytime Manager was greasing up to every single pussy, straining to make a move, but the girls treated him like a friendly little brother or oppa at best. Jeonghun, on the other hand, looked far more dangerous. The way he'd handled Kkotnim and Mi-ho at the Friday drinking party just days after I started, their reactions, the way he sometimes slipped into the hallway or waiting room for close talks with the bitches—plus the bastard was a married man who'd already fucked a twenty-one-year-old civilian pussy and filed the marriage papers. Ever since I'd learned that a few days ago, danger alarms about Jeonghun had been blaring in my head. Once a guy's tasted it, the second time comes easy.
"Don't be too nervous, come here, yeah~ that's it~"
Dongpal's voice floated from the customer waiting room, then he and a pussy I'd never seen before stepped out to the counter. Judging by the timing, he'd been interviewing her while I was coming in, which was why I hadn't seen him.
The new girl looked like a typical career woman, office-worker style. Pretty enough, hair length somewhere between bob and long, skin with a few freckles. She gave off an untouched vibe—no one would ever suspect she worked the red-light trade. Her face was stiff with nerves.
"She's decided to work, Boss."
"P-please take care of me...!"
Dongpal brought the pussy over to greet the Big Boss.
"Yeah, look after her well."
"Yes, Boss."
Dongpal led the new girl into the waiting room.
"What do you think?"
The Big Boss looked between me and Jeonghun.
"Seems decent, Boss."
I jumped in with a bland answer first.
"Yes, seems decent, Boss."
Jeonghun copy-pasted my reply, the fucker. We all had similar eyes, so maybe that was fair. She looked fairly tall, style was fine, but nothing that really jumped out.
Soon Dongpal crawled back to the counter.
"She say she's done this before?"
"Completely new to this side of the business, Boss."
"Teach her properly so she doesn't get shocked."
"Yes, Boss."
A genuine industry virgin, the rare kind. Bitches cycled around so much that plenty came from other shops and plenty left Eden for elsewhere—those were the usual "industry NFs." But handjob parlors were high-intensity entertainment work, so true industry virgins were hard to come by.
"Any empty rooms?"
"Yes, Boss... Room 6T is free."
Jeonghun glanced at the ledger and reservation notes and told Dongpal. Room 6T was at the far end of the hallway, farthest from the counter. Something felt off.
Dongpal picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room and hit 0.
"Put Do-yeon on."
What I was dreading seemed about to happen.
"Bring the kid to 6T, tell her what to bring... yeah."
He hung up, bowed to the Big Boss, and vanished down the hallway. A little later I heard a door open and close—Dongpal had gone into 6T.
Fuck, is this the 'practical training' I've only heard about?
Not long ago that bitch Haneul at B&B had mentioned getting "trained" by the owner. Rumors floated around all the time about fucking a girl once while teaching her the services. It happened more often at full massage parlors, but handjob places were copying the hardcore massage services these days, so there was a depth you just couldn't cover with words alone. Watching something I'd only heard about unfold right in front of me started getting me rock hard. Especially since Dongpal the bastard hadn't told Do-yeon to "bring her in alone." From how casually Do-yeon talked with him, it looked like Dongpal and Do-yeon were about to strip naked, get his cock hard, and teach the new interview pussy every handjob parlor skill live—blowjobs, rimming, titjobs, 69, the full blue-dragon train—while she watched in real time.
A little later heel clicks and murmuring girl voices drifted from the waiting room, echoing off the ceiling. The rhythmic clacking finally stopped with another door open-and-close.
Fucking bastard, I'm so jealous.
I wanted to cut Dongpal's throat in one swing, then fuck both Do-yeon and the new girl myself, but there was nothing I could do. Time just kept flowing.
Soon Dambi's eight-o'clock designated customer arrived. I dumped him in a customer room, came back to the counter, picked up the landline to the waiting room, and hit 0.
"Dambi-ssi, designated for 2T."
"Hey! Wasn't that you going in?!"
It was Dambi, the bitch. I understood exactly what she meant but had to play dumb—Big Boss and Jeonghun were right there.
"What are you talking about?"
"Hey! I thought you were the one training the new girl~! You trained Eun-ha too~!"
Giggles from a bunch of bitches leaked through the receiver.
"Get ready and go in ten minutes."
"Just kidding, Manager, hahahaha~!"
Dambi hung up. I stood behind the Big Boss with a stiff face. The bitch had deliberately raised her voice so everyone could hear; Big Boss and Jeonghun had no choice but to catch every word. Luckily they didn't seem to care much—zipped their mouths and stayed buried in their own shit. When I finally fucked that dog of a bitch I'd have to show her exactly how scary a utility-pole cock could be.
But did the bitch tell the other pussies about the Eun-ha thing... she wouldn't have blabbed about the blowjob too, right?
Anxiety slammed into my skull. I almost texted her right then, but since I had to go suck cock soon I decided I'd properly educate her once I came out of the room.
A little later Nabi showed up late, greeted the Big Boss, and he just raised a hand in reply. The fact that she'd shut down his confession cold seemed to have already faded into the past. Nabi, Do-yeon, Dambi, Hyojin, plus the new pussy—not a bad lineup for a weekday.
Time drifted by while I spun filthy fantasies about what was happening in 6T. Still no sign of Dongpal, Do-yeon, or the new girl coming out.
Soon Dambi finished her room and saw the customer off.
"This way, sir~"
She hit the elevator button, loaded him in, and as I headed back to the counter she poked her head out and stared at me.
"What?"
She beckoned me closer. I stepped into the hallway and stood right next to her—out of sight from the counter. I reached out and gently stroked her firm ass.
"That customer just now—first time seeing me."
"Wasn't it a designated?"
Her whisper tickled my ear. I slid the hand under her dress and stroked inward along her crotch. The silky feel of her skin spread through my whole body.
"Never seen him before."
"Yeah?"
I pushed deeper; the damp heat of her mound traveled through my fingers. I used a finger to nudge her panties aside and slip in... the feel of her pussy lips shot straight to my cock and I went rock hard enough to punch through my pants.
"Yeah. Next time he asks for me, can you say I'm not here?"
"Something happen?"
I kept stroking her crotch, savoring the pussy lips.
"No... just kinda... yeah."
"Got it."
Something had clearly gone down, but Dambi didn't look ready to spill. A girl at her level only talked like that when something real had happened, but even a pussy that had already sucked my cock had things she didn't want to say.
"I'm counting on you."
"Yeah, don't worry."
She turned, casually pulling away from the hand that had been enjoying her crotch and lips.
"Hey."
"Hm?"
Out of nowhere she shot a hand out, grabbed my cock like she was wringing it, and flashed an evil smile. Then she slapped my ass and disappeared into the waiting room. Competitive little fucktoy bitch who couldn't stand losing.
Back at the counter I told Jeonghun that a first-timer had designated Dambi. After getting the Big Boss's okay I ran the number—sure enough, just like she said, he'd seen other girls but Dambi was new. The notes read "Hyojin BLACK (tried to put it in) Hyeona BLACK (talks like a pain in the ass)," so he was clearly a major piece of shit.
"Don't take this bastard."
"Yes, Boss."
The Big Boss saw the notes too and immediately handed down the ultimate sentence: shop BLACK. Shop BLACK meant he could never set foot in Eden again. Every note on Dambi's designated customer was wiped; only the number stayed, marked BLACK.
Time passed, and finally I heard heels walking after a door opened and closed from 6T. Over an hour since Do-yeon and the new pussy had gone in for Dongpal's "training." But that cock-sucking bastard Dongpal still hadn't shown his face at the counter.
Did the fucker drown in pussy and die?
I fired off a text to Dambi.
For a second it felt like the sky was falling.
I exhaled in relief and at the same time cursed my middle-school dropout brain for getting played by that dog of a bitch again.
Even over text she casually tossed out "fuck me" about some other guy. Starting to show her true colors, the bitch...
I almost typed "pussy" but dropped it. After I planted the taste of utility-pole cock deep in Dambi's cunt I'd test the waters.
So that meant Dongpal the bastard and the new pussy were still in 6T. Ah, that fucking piece of shit...
The bitch was cornering me again.
Honestly, with someone like Eun-ha I genuinely wanted to give her detailed hands-on training—how to suck cock, rimming, vacuum blowjobs, titjobs—the full practical experience, plus sincere advice. Purely out of wanting her to do well, of course.
I kept texting Dambi for a while until bookings piled up and we naturally stopped. Dongpal the bastard and the new pussy finally came out of the room around ten.
"It's Pureum. Pureum."
"Yes, Boss."
Dongpal spoke to Jeonghun in a deliberately low, stiff voice. Everyone knew exactly what he'd done, yet the bastard still tried to hide it. The new girl's stage name was set as Pureum.
"Keep it light for now. Just three today."
"Yes, Boss."
"Ask the customers how she was when they leave."
"Yes, Boss."
Suddenly Dongpal looked straight at me.
"We did it with clothes on, just talking. Just talking."
"Yes, Boss."
I almost burst out laughing and barely held it in with every ounce of willpower. Honestly, even if he'd stripped her naked and made her suck his cock, everyone already knew—who the fuck would say anything? Yet the bastard still insisted "clothes on, just talking."
Like always, the Big Boss took Dongpal and left for the sauna. Pureum's feedback wasn't bad at all. Especially the part about her body being really good—heard that twice in a row. Suddenly I wanted to see Pureum naked.
"Take care~"
"Yeah~ good work~"
A customer came out beaming after Pureum saw him off. Dongpal's promised third customer. I hit the elevator button and asked him.
"How was Pureum, sir?"
"Yeah~ she's working hard. Body's nice too."
The bastard gave me a thumbs-up. She was adapting pretty fast.
"Come again, sir~"
I sent him down and headed back to the counter, but the light was still on in the room Pureum had just left. The bitch hadn't turned it off.
"I'll clean up, you go on in."
"Ah, Manager, sorry."
She hadn't left the light on—she was cleaning the room. Just slap a fresh towel on the bed and wipe roughly, but she still wasn't used to it.
"Take your time. Leave the dirty work to me."
"Ah... thank you, Manager."
Even I thought that was a cool line. Maximum possible line for a junior manager with zero real authority.
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"Ah... twenty-seven."
"Younger than me then. I'm twenty-eight. Call me casually."
"Huh? Ah... okay."
Just as I was about to finish and leave.
"How tall are you?"
"One-ninety."
"No wonder you look huge..."
"You're pretty tall yourself, Pureum-ssi."
"Yeah... thanks, Manager."
"Don't mention it. All cleaned up, let's go, Pureum-ssi."
"Yes... Manager oppa."
She'd adapted to sucking cock fast, so she'd already picked up a few tricks for cooking a cock too. She gave me a little smile and eye greeting, then I returned to the counter.
And that was how a day that only made Dongpal the bastard happy came to an end.