Who Said I'd Give It to You?
"You must really like Sena. You stare at that girl's pictures every single day."
"Yeah, hyung-nim. She's exactly my type... Don't you have a favorite girl group?"
"Me? I like 'em all. No favorites."
A warm little bond was forming between Jeonghun and me. The bastard was an idol otaku — the kind who only went for B-listers. Even when a group was A-tier, he'd zero in on whichever member sat in that awkward middle ground of popularity. Last week he'd even hauled himself all the way up to Seoul for a fan meeting and gotten a handshake out of it. Eden was crawling with bitches who could give any girl group a run for their money, and still he pulled that shit. I couldn't begin to understand it. On top of everything, the bastard had already sweet-talked a twenty-one-year-old civilian pussy into bed, fucked her, and filed the marriage papers. A married man.
A sharp beep cut through the quiet. Dambi, that fucking bitch. She was the diligent type — clocked in five days a week.
"Here."
"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."
These days she already had an Americano pulled and waiting, handing it over the second she stepped out of the elevator. Habits were a terrifying thing. I needed to get her pussy into the habit of taking my cock just as fast — but there was no rush. In three days it would be Friday night again, and another group dinner was already on the books.
"Any reservations?"
"One at nine."
"Cool. Call me."
I followed her into the hallway and reached out to stroke her ass. Today she was in a red miniskirt. Not to be outdone, Dambi stretched a hand back, brushed my crotch, and gave my cock a couple of light taps before vanishing into the girls' waiting room — throwing me a look over her shoulder that said, Go on, keep it up if you dare. I still didn't have the balls to grab her ass in front of the other girls.
I headed back to the counter, dropped my ass into the mesh chair Big Boss had bought for the seat next to Jeonghun, and quietly lit a cigarette. Big Boss and Dongpal still hadn't shown.
A single beep from the alarm. I glanced at the CCTV and spotted Pureum. I'd barely sat down, and now this bitch had me on my feet again, crossing to the round button in the corner of the counter to buzz her in. It was only her fifth day on the job, and she already had a Jimyeong written down on the reservation memo.
"Hello~"
"Welcome, Pureum."
I greeted her bright, cheerful face. Different department or not, she was still my junior at work.
"Here, oppa~ Take this~"
It had felt awkward at first, but after only a few days the word oppa was rolling off her tongue like she'd been saying it forever. Scary how fast the bitch adapted. Pureum came up to the counter, pulled something out of the shopping bag she was carrying, and held it out. An expensive fatigue recovery drink — the kind I'd only ever heard about and never actually bought.
"Isn't this the pricey stuff?"
"Oppa works so hard. This is nothing~"
"I'll enjoy it."
"Manager, you take one too~"
She handed Jeonghun the exact same thing.
Fucking hell, she's loaded... Even at a pharmacy those run five thousand won a pop.
Pureum flashed a smile and disappeared into the girls' waiting room. I had no idea what kind of work she'd done before ending up sucking dick for a living, but she clearly had some real-world experience under her belt.
"You're here, hyung-nim!"
The Daytime Manager appeared from the hallway. This bastard seemed to spend more time loitering in the girls' waiting room than he did at the counter — at least around shift change.
"Heading out?"
"Yes, hyung-nim! Have you eaten?"
"About to."
"What would you like, hyung-nim?"
"Hmm... Jeyuk today, I guess."
Eating nothing but spicy pork and mackerel every damn day was starting to get old. The Daytime Manager picked up the shop phone the way he always did and called the rice-and-side-dishes place.
"Yes~ Auntie, this is Daebak Unyang Bulgogi, third floor! Two jeyuk and two mackerel~"
Apparently a bunch of the bitches had shown up without eating.
"I'll be heading out then, hyung-nim!"
"Yeah, go on."
The Daytime Manager bowed at a perfect ninety degrees and vanished into the elevator. Credit where it was due — the bastard had manners and people skills.
I checked the ledger. The names were written in order: Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Do-yeon, Dambi, Pureum.
Pretty packed for a weekday, you worthless bitches.
On a normal weekday we usually ran with four or five pussies. It wasn't eight o'clock yet, so there was a decent chance a few more would still clock in.
Beeeeeep—beeeeeep—
An alarm loud enough to blow out an eardrum blared twice. I didn't even need to look. I hit the round button in the corner and checked the CCTV — Hyojin and Eun-ha riding up.
"Hello~"
Eun-ha greeted the counter with a smile on her face.
"No reservations. Take your time getting ready."
"Okay, oppa~"
Hyojin, though, didn't say a word. She blanked us completely and disappeared straight into the girls' waiting room.
That fucking bitch...
Big Boss and Dongpal still weren't in, and with only Jeonghun and me at the counter, she'd decided she could get away with it. Eun-ha trailed after her and vanished from sight.
So that's seven today? Fuck me.
A lineup that usually only filled out on weekends had locked in on a dead weekday. And it still wasn't eight. More of the bitches could still crawl out of the woodwork.
"A lot of girls came in today."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun didn't seem particularly bothered and let the conversation drop.
A little while later the food arrived. I parked myself on the sofa beside the counter, ready to dig into dinner — and nearly lost my mind.
Ah, what the fuck is this.
Two orders of jeyuk and two of mackerel, dumped onto two-person plates and stacked on a single round tray. The two servings of jeyuk sat on one tray; the two mackerel rode on the one stacked on top.
Can't even portion it out. Fucking ridiculous.
Figuring I should at least get the bitches their food before it went cold, I grabbed the two newspaper-covered round trays and hauled them toward the girls' waiting room.
Jesus, these are heavy as shit.
When I reached the waiting room, the space — walled in by oversized mirrors — was packed wall to wall with the bitches.
"Hey, over here."
Dambi, that fucking bitch, greeted me the way she always did — sloppy white short-sleeve tee and sweatpants. It had been days since the word "Manager" had dropped out of her vocabulary when she talked to me.
I struggled over the threshold, took a few more steps, and set the round trays on the floor.
"Eun-ha, set up the table."
"Yes, unni~"
Do-yeon barked the order and Eun-ha shot to her feet, unfolding the table and getting everything ready. The bitch had thighs thick enough to crush a skull and the strength to match.
"Wait, this is four servings?"
Dambi looked up at me.
"One of the jeyuk's mine."
"Then sit down and eat with us."
"Yeah."
I dropped my ass and quietly picked up a spoon. It hadn't been the plan, but somehow I'd ended up sitting face-to-face with the girls, sharing a meal. Second time since the company dinner.
Dambi and Eun-ha sat across from me. Do-yeon took the seat beside me.
Fucking hell, her perfume is lethal.
A thick wave of scent rolled off Do-yeon. She was one of the older bitches, and her tastes ran eccentric to match. She was wearing a black mesh dress. From the first day I'd met her she'd stuck exclusively to black — a crazy bitch obsessed with the color.
"Manager, your thighs are really thick... Do you work out?"
I'd just gotten a spoonful into my mouth when Do-yeon started talking.
"Huh? Ah... not really. I guess I'm just built big."
"Nice body, too... and tall... The girls must love you."
This bitch is talking absolute nonsense in the middle of a meal.
"Thank you."
"Hehe. Eat up, Manager..."
Dambi watched the exchange between Do-yeon and me with a strange, unreadable expression.
"It's not just his thighs that are thick, unni."
"Hm?"
Dambi, that fucking bitch, suddenly started running her mouth again. I was too panicked to curse out loud, so I just stared at her and mouthed the words you fucking bitch.
"I saw before — his forearms are huge too~ And his head's big~"
Eun-ha caught what my mouth was saying, looked at Dambi, and burst out laughing.
"Really? Mmh..."
"Puhhihit~"
I felt it in my bones — when it came to these cock-sucking bitches, I still didn't have nearly enough mileage to handle their internal energy.
"What? You already showed me first, didn't you? Show unni too~!"
"Hey, the food's getting cold. Let's eat!"
I steamrolled right over Dambi's words, fixing her with a stern look and begging her with my eyes to please, for the love of god, shut up. Thankfully the bitch's bullshit stopped there. We finished the meal trading bits of idle chatter here and there.
I could feel Do-yeon's eyes beside me flicking over my body. Getting attention from a pussy wasn't a bad thing, but with this many people watching — no matter how horny I was — it was pure pressure.
Ah...
I finished eating and started to stand. Do-yeon rose at the exact same moment, and something soft and yielding pressed against my right arm. Startled, I snuck a glance at her — and the bitch was looking somewhere else entirely, like nothing had happened.
Just bumped into me, I guess...
I parked myself on the waiting-room threshold for a cigarette. Around the time I was finishing it, Eun-ha called me over — done cleaning up, wanting me to take the round trays and get lost.
"Oppa~"
"Yeah. All done?"
"Yes~ But oppa..."
Suddenly Eun-ha slid in close and whispered in my ear.
"Can you give me your chat ID?"
She could've just taken my number. Instead the bitch wanted my messenger ID, of all things.
"Not hard, but why?"
"I have something to ask. Hehe."
Service questions, no doubt. But the waiting room had too many eyes.
"I'll tell you later."
"Okay~"
I unparked my ass, stood up, and headed back to the counter. Big Boss and Dongpal still hadn't shown. And how the fuck was I supposed to hand my chat ID over to Eun-ha, that twin-set bitch? I needed to think on it.
Time kept moving. Eleven o'clock was creeping up. It was a weekday, but with Kkotnim — the ace who pulled full Jimyeong even on slow nights — the place was turning over at a decent clip, if not quite weekend pace.
I heard a door open and close in the hallway. I shot out there at lightning speed and found Dambi coming out of a room, seeing a customer off.
"This way, sir~"
After loading the customer into the elevator and sending him down, I turned to head back to the counter — and Dambi was standing in the hallway, staring at me.
"We're out of towels~ Body wash too~"
"Yeah, one sec."
I stepped into the hallway, passed her, and headed for the storage room across from Rooms 7T and 8T. It used to be a guest room, but after the place converted from a massage parlor to a handjob shop, it'd been turned into storage. Rooms 7T and 8T were the biggest guest rooms in the place, both with bathtubs. There was no Room 4T — bad luck — so 8T was the last of the seven rooms.
I grabbed a few folded towels and a bottle of body wash from storage and headed for Room 5T, the one Dambi had just finished with.
Hoo...
The lights were still on. Dambi was bent over the bed, cleaning up the traces of the cock that had been sucked on those sheets. Her moon-round, firm, delicious-looking ass was spread out right in front of my eyes.
Should I just fuck this bitch right now?
I stuffed the towels into the cabinet and dropped the body wash on the floor wherever. My cock, having already gotten a full view of that ass ready to burst, was as hard as it was going to get. I quietly stepped in close and pressed it between her cheeks.
"Ah—! You scared me."
Dambi, still straightening the sheets, twisted her head around to look at me.
"Hehe..."
I rolled my hips, grinding my cock into her ass like I meant to shove it in. A piercing rush of pleasure spread through my whole body. If it felt this good just rubbing against bare skin, what would it be like buried in her pussy? I needed to know so badly it hurt.
"Again~! Again~! Again~!"
Dambi straightened up and turned around. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. My cock, throbbing like it was about to explode, was jabbing into her stomach.
"You're at it again!"
But she wouldn't let the invasion of her mouth stand — she twisted her head away. My cock was still digging into her belly. I reached both hands around, gave her ass one long stroke, then slowly pulled back from her body.
"Sorry. You were bent over like that, and I just... couldn't help it."
"You really do every damn thing, I swear."
The words sounded pissed, but her face said otherwise entirely. That playful, faintly smiling expression made it clear she wasn't actually mad.
"If you're done cleaning, let's go."
"Put the body wash back where it belongs and then come out!"
Dambi left me standing there, scooped up the cum-stained towels, and walked out of the room on her own. I picked the body wash up off the floor, shoved it roughly onto the shower shelf, and had no choice but to head back to the counter.
A little later my phone buzzed. A message from Dambi.
Somewhere along the way Dambi had gotten as close as a ball-buddy. All that was left was to fuck her, and still nothing. Radio silence on that front.
Fucking bitch. Your pussy's already mine anyway.
My cock is your cock.
Keep that pussy in good shape for me, you worthless bitch.