Audiovisual Education
"Hyung-nim, I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Once Jeonghun disappeared into the bathroom next to the counter, I found myself sitting in the counter chair for a moment. It didn't look like much, but this seat was the absolute peak of power that ran the whole place — a throne only the biggest bastard in the building got to occupy. Basically, Big Boss always sat here. When Big Boss was out, Dongpal-hyungnim took it. When Dongpal-hyungnim was out, Jeonghun got it. And dead last, that seat fell to me.
I kicked one leg up on the desk and savored the feeling, like a emperor who'd just seized the throne for a few precious minutes. A glance at the clock told me it was already past two in the morning. Even though it was a weekday, seven pussies had clocked in, and Kkotnim's Jimyeong client had brought a whole group with him for a party booking, so the place was running busier than expected.
Then it hit me like a lightning bolt — something important I'd completely forgotten. I snatched up the shop phone and started flipping through it.
Eun-ha... Eun-ha... There she is.
I opened my phone, cross-checked the number stamped on the shop phone, saved it, then set the shop phone back in its place like nothing had happened. Eun-ha was currently in a client room sucking dick. Whether the training had paid off or not, she'd already pulled one Jimyeong client today. Compared to the other girls she still had a ways to go, but it was solid, encouraging progress all the same.
I opened KakaoTalk and checked the newly added profile. A photo of the pussy wearing sunglasses against some exotic overseas backdrop jumped out at me.
Fucking bitch must be blowing dicks to fund her international vacations.
I typed out a message and hit send.
I casually killed the screen and shoved the phone back in my pocket. Now all I had to do was wait for Eun-ha to finish sucking dick, check her messages, and reply. If I'd cold-contacted any of the shop girls out of nowhere, all kinds of fucked-up shit could've blown up in my face — but Eun-ha had already come to me first, asking for my Talk ID. Play this right, and there might just be a way to fuck this bitch too.
A little later Jeonghun came out of the bathroom looking refreshed, and I reflexively stood up, vacated the counter chair, and parked my ass in the mesh chair Big Boss had bought me. I lit a cigarette.
Fucking pathetic.
The landline connected to the girls' waiting room started ringing. I'd just sat down, and now I had to get up again and press the receiver to my ear.
"Yeah."
"Can I clock out early?"
It was that fucking bitch Dambi.
"Why?"
"I'm not feeling well..."
"Alright, get ready and come out."
"Okay~"
I'd been about to say I should check with Dongpal-hyungnim first, then dropped it. If I couldn't even grant a small favor to a pussy I was about to fuck, she'd tell me to get lost even if I offered. More than that — I hadn't known Dambi long, but she showed up to work, handled every difficult client without complaint, and was more diligent and lively than any other fucking bitch in the shop. And that girl had called the counter herself saying she felt bad and wanted to leave early.
Is the fucking bitch really that sick?
I was about to ask her over Talk when something more urgent came to mind, and I turned to Jeonghun instead.
"Dambi says she's not feeling well and wants to clock out."
"Yes, hyung-nim. Calls are dying down now, so it's fine."
Thankfully it got sorted without the word even reaching Dongpal-hyungnim up the chain. Jeonghun glanced at the ledger, then opened the desk drawer and started counting out a stack of bills. Looks like he was pulling Dambi's dick-sucking pay in advance.
I opened my phone and fired off a Talk to Dambi.
This fucking bitch... I was genuinely worried, and even in a serious moment she was still going on about dicks.
A little later Dambi dragged herself out to the counter looking utterly exhausted, her face aged about ten years past mine, barely any strength left in her.
"Good work today, Dambi-ssi. Go home and rest early."
Jeonghun handed her the money he'd already pulled and offered a polite goodbye.
"Okay~ See you tomorrow~"
"Go on."
Dambi waved and disappeared into the elevator, vanishing from sight. Coming in to suck dick even on her period — she really was one hell of a fucking bitch. I felt pathetic for rubbing my cock against her ass for no good reason.
Time kept rolling, and closing was almost on us. A vibration buzzed in my pocket.
Dambi?
I opened my phone and found a weird Talk waiting for me.
That fucking bitch Eun-ha. The same bitch who'd asked me for my Talk ID first, and now she was acting like I'd gone hunting for her number.
This fucking bitch. My head was already a mess because of Dambi, and she kept spouting nonsense.
Bullshit deserves bullshit — that was just the natural order of things.
Fair enough. Every time I walked into the girls' waiting room, that fucking bitch Eun-ha was sprawled out flat on her back hammering away at her phone.
Hmm... so she was getting comfortable wrecking clients with her suck-hole and her ass now.
With Jimyeong requests starting to stack up one by one, she seemed to be getting a taste for it — almost excited.
I'd almost said "paizuri," then figured she might not get it, so I deliberately went with the crude word. The read receipt vanished, but unlike her lightning-fast replies from a second ago, she seemed to be stalling.
This fucking bitch had definitely heard of it and was playing dumb again. Cute, in its own way.
Fuck, trying to sanitize the wording was giving me a headache.
Put it that way and she'd figure it out on her own.
Time to throw the straight pitch.
The read receipt vanished the second the message went through, but the fucking bitch stalled again.
Of course. True to form for a dick-sucking bitch, she already knew everything and was just playing coy.
A brilliant idea suddenly hit me. I pulled up the internet on my phone and searched for titjob GIFs. Sure enough, a whole cascade of gorgeous paizuri shots came up — short looping clips that played like tiny videos. I picked the most explicit, rawest one I could find. In less than a second of loop time, it packed in a simultaneous titjob and Sakkasi, cum spraying off a cock and painting a face.
Full of anticipation, I uploaded the image into the Talk window connected to Eun-ha and hit send.
The read receipt vanished the moment I hit send, but again she stalled.
A strange, unnameable thrill ran through me, and I felt my cock tingle and start to swell. I swapped the face of the bitch in that GIF — the one doing the paizuri, sucking cock, getting her face painted with cum — with Eun-ha's face in my head. I pictured Eun-ha's suck-hole clamping my massive utility-pole cock between her tits, rubbing and working a Sakkasi, and me blasting a thick load of cum all over her face.
"Good work tonight, Manager~"
"Yeah, head on home~ Make sure you come in tomorrow, alright?"
Closing was done, and the girls were collecting their dick-sucking pay from Jeonghun one by one, saying their goodbyes and clearing out. Do-yeon's unreadable, half-lidded gaze seemed to brush across my eyes for a second. The moment she turned, she was already chatting with Pureum beside her like nothing had happened. Probably just my imagination.
Eun-ha shot me a playful little smile and a nod before disappearing. Once every girl was gone, Jeonghun picked up his phone and dialed somewhere.
"Yes, hyung-nim. Seven girls came in, forty-one sessions... one million won... Yes... Yes... Have a good night, hyung-nim."
After hanging up, Jeonghun pulled two ten-thousand-won bills from the stack, slipped one into his own pocket, and handed the other to me. Big Boss and Dongpal-hyungnim never showed up at the shop tonight.
"Good work, hyung-nim."
"Yeah, you too. See you tomorrow."
I walked out of the building, pulled a cigarette, and quietly lit up.
Is that fucking bitch's body okay...
Walking toward a taxi, I opened my phone on autopilot and sent Dambi a Talk.
By the time I hit the main road, the read receipt still hadn't cleared. She was probably off in dreamland sucking my cock. Feeling deep in my bones just how fucking hard it was to bag even one pussy, I climbed into a taxi headed home.
Burning Friday was back. This was only my third fiery Friday, but every time I clocked in, the shop crackled with a warlike tension. Big Boss was chain-smoking and playing internet poker, and Dongpal-hyungnim sat beside him watching. Jeonghun was buried in the shop phone, eyes locked on the screen as he checked which girls had clocked in.
A single short beep of the alarm went off. I checked the CCTV and spotted Dambi. I moved with practiced ease, hit the round button, and stepped up to the elevator to meet her.
"Here."
"I'll enjoy it~"
Same as always — Dambi pulled an Americano out of her handbag and handed it to me. Something about her looked different today. She was wearing a black sheer mesh T-shirt that left her shoulders and arms completely bare, paired with white skinny pants. Anyone who saw her might've thought she was headed to a club to get railed.
"Any reservations?"
"Jimyeong at eight."
"Okay, give me the call~"
Dambi's condition looked especially good today. Her period had probably ended. Seeing her in a good mood blew the tension right off me, and my own mood lifted right along with hers. I was about to follow her and cop a feel of her ass when that fucking Daytime Manager bastard's face swam into view.
"Noona! You're killing it today! Where you headed?!"
"This kid says that every single day. lol"
Thanks to that fucking Daytime Manager piece of shit, I had to stop mid-pursuit, smack my lips, and turn back. The Daytime Manager cleared out soon enough, and the clocking-in pussies arrived one after another ready to suck dick.
"How many today?"
Big Boss, after getting thoroughly wrecked at internet poker, smacked the desk with a sharp thwack, stood up, and peered at the ledger as he asked Jeonghun.
"Seven, hyung-nim."
"Who's off?"
"Hyojin and Hyeona are off, hyung-nim."
"Why the fuck is that bitch Hyojin off?"
There was another girl off besides Hyojin, but Big Boss didn't give a single shit — he only cared about his precious Hyojin.
"She said she had plans when she left last night, hyung-nim."
"Call that fucking bitch."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun started working the shop phone hard. Big Boss quietly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and watched him.
"Fucking bitch not picking up?"
"No, hyung-nim."
"That dog-fucking bitch~ worthless cunt!"
Big Boss was properly pissed — he slammed his fist into the counter with a heavy bang.
"Keep calling that fucking bitch. Call until she picks up, that dog-shit bitch~ Make damn sure she comes in!"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Big Boss took Dongpal-hyungnim straight into the elevator and left. He'd hit the counter so hard that a call came up from the girls' waiting room asking what the hell had just happened. He was short as hell, but with that knife scar across his neck he was unmistakably a gangster — and his jaw strength was fucking terrifying. Still, the odds of Hyojin actually showing up looked slim. From everything I'd seen of her so far, she was the type to ghost work without a word half the time. If she'd actually given advance notice she was taking the night off, the probability of her showing was basically zero.
And then a miracle punched straight through that zero probability.
Beeeep~~~~~ beeeep~~~~~
The ear-shredding alarm blared twice, and I didn't even need to look to know who it was. I hit the round button, checked the CCTV, and there was Hyojin.
"Hi~"
"You able to work?"
Jeonghun rushed out to greet her.
"Yeah~ But how many times are you gonna call me?!"
"Big Boss is really pissed."
"I don't give a fuck~ What's he gonna do if he's mad~!"
At that point she was basically running wild. The clock had already passed midnight.
"Any reservations?!"
"You've got one in ten minutes."
"Ugh, so annoying for real! Give me the call!"
That fucking bitch Hyojin vanished straight into the girls' waiting room. If Big Boss had been here, she wouldn't have made a peep — zipper locked on her mouth, tears streaming, sniveling the whole way. But the second that bitch stepped out of the elevator, the first thing she did was scan the counter, and her entire attitude flipped a hundred and eighty degrees depending on whether Big Boss was around.
"Hyojin's really something else."
"Yes, hyung-nim... she's always like that."
"Must've been rough on you."
"Yes, hyung-nim..."
As Burning Friday hit its peak, clients kept pouring in without a break. With Hyojin clocking in late on top of everything, an already busy night turned into pure chaos — we were getting run ragged.
Past two o'clock, Big Boss and Dongpal-hyungnim came back up to the shop.
"Hyojin show up?"
Big Boss walked into the counter, eyed the ledger, and asked Jeonghun.
"Yes, hyung-nim. She clocked in a little after midnight."
"Well I'll be damned, that fucking bitch."
Big Boss must've gotten some air and relaxed — he cursed her out with a calm face, then parked himself back in the counter chair and quietly lit a cigarette.
Bang.
All of a sudden a door slammed hard out in the hallway, and someone's footsteps came pounding fast. Sounded like a girl coming out of a client room. But there shouldn't have been any girl ready to leave a room yet. The first call shouldn't ring for at least another fifteen minutes. Something was off. Those running footsteps headed straight for the girls' waiting room.
"What the hell was that just now?"
Big Boss looked at Jeonghun and asked.
"I'll find out, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun moved to pick up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room.
"Go check yourself."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun's hand, about to hit zero, froze at Dongpal-hyungnim's order. He set the phone down and disappeared quickly toward the girls' waiting room. I had a bad feeling about this. Murmuring voices from the waiting room seemed to carry through the counter wall, then went quiet. Jeonghun came back to the counter and reported to Big Boss.
"Dambi's got a problem client, hyung-nim."
"What kind?"
Big Boss's face was already flushed with rage.
"Looks like he tried to force it in, hyung-nim."
In that instant it felt like the sky was caving in.
"This dog-fucking piece of shit~!"
Big Boss shot to his feet, roaring curses, and something big was about to go down.