Dirty Talk
Just as I was about to call out to Pureum the moment I spotted her, that bitch came trotting over with quick little steps, flashing a bright smile as she greeted me.
“Hello~ Manager Oppa~”
I hastily flicked the cigarette I’d been smoking onto the ground without a second thought.
“Yeah, heading in for your shift now?”
“Yes~ You can keep smoking if you want~”
As far as I knew, Pureum was the only girl in the whole place who never let herself be seen lighting up. The entire shop was already thick with cigarette smoke as it was—no way I was going to stand outside and wrap myself in even more of that shit that was bad for you.
That fucking bitch Hyojin had blown smoke right in my face once when she stepped out for a quick drag during a company dinner, but that was another story.
“It’s fine. I’ll smoke later. You don’t smoke anyway, Pureum.”
“Yeah~ I’ve been thinking about learning lately~ Hehe~”
Even a non-smoker, staring at a world completely choked in cigarette haze, would naturally start craving one every now and then. Pureum still hadn’t shaken off that regular-person vibe—she looked like she’d only just set foot in the red-light world—so how filthy and fucked-up must the world feel to her? How badly must she want to beat every last person to death and go on a serial-killing spree?
“Still, hold off if you can. It’s bad for your health.”
“Okay~ Hehe~”
I walked side by side with Pureum toward Eden. We passed the main road and turned into the alley. Any second now the sign for Daebak Eonyang Bulgogi would come into view.
“Work not too hard on you?”
“No~ Manager Oppa helps me a lot~”
“If it gets tough, don’t feel pressured—just say so right away. If you wreck your body over it, you’re the only one who loses. Reservation times can be adjusted, so tell me or Jeonghun straight up. You can even tell the hyungnims.”
“Thank you for looking out for me, Manager Oppa~”
There was the Daebak Eonyang Bulgogi sign up ahead. I wanted to dig a little deeper with Pureum, create some opening where cock and pussy might eventually meet, but it still felt too soon. Later, when the chance came, I’d lure her out to some decent drinking spot, share some honest talk, and set things up so I could start pounding her then.
I gave Pureum a quick once-over. She was tall like Dambi, on the big side, but her frame was slender enough that her tits didn’t exactly jump out. Her face was the puppy-like type similar to Doyeon’s, with a strong gentle impression—closer to a classic East Asian beauty. Thick eyebrows, features overall sharp and defined, skin with a few freckles but still pretty clean. Her hair sat right in the middle between short and long, giving her that neat career-woman look. Even her clothes were a clean matching set that anyone would take for office-worker formal. Nobody looking at Pureum would ever guess she was a girl who sucked cock for a living.
“How tall are you? You’re pretty tall…”
I asked as we stepped into the building and I hit the elevator button.
“One-seventy~ What about you, Manager Oppa?”
“One-ninety. Didn’t I tell you last time?”
“Oh~ Did you? Sorry, hehe~”
I vaguely remembered bringing up height on Pureum’s first day because she’d been late cleaning her room, but the details were fuzzy. Fuck, it wasn’t important anyway.
I rode the elevator with Pureum and connected the two dangling wires for the third-floor button just once. A moment later the elevator moved, and about five seconds after that the doors opened.
“Hello, Hyungnim.”
“Hello~”
Stepping behind the counter, I saw Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal Hyungnim. No sign of the daytime manager punk, so he’d already clocked out. Or was today his day off? Whether that dickhead was resting or left early didn’t matter one bit.
Pureum and I both bowed our heads to the bosses at the same time, then that bitch left me behind and headed straight for the girls’ waiting room. Jeonghun, who’d been beaming with happiness over downloading five hundred girl-group songs, was off today.
“Eaten?”
“Yes, Hyungnim. Already ate.”
Truth was I hadn’t eaten. Sometimes you just don’t feel like stuffing your face. Sundays the rice-and-soup places were closed, and when I went looking for something else everything had shut its doors, so I’d ended up grabbing bread and milk—I remembered that much.
I glanced at the ledger; only Hyeona’s name was written down. I picked up a pen and added Pureum next to it. Being Sunday, most of the pussies seemed to be taking the day off. Whether more would show up remained to be seen.
“Jin-sik.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
For once Keun-hyeongnim quit his internet poker and looked straight at me as he spoke.
“The girls are working trusting you, so keep an eye out and don’t let anything go wrong.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
Ah, fuck, here we go again. Same shit over and over, same shit over and over—was this the first time this bastard had said it? Fuck if I knew.
“Pussy work is filthy as hell, Jin-sik.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
“But what can you do? If you want to eat and live, you’ve got to do at least that much.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
“You little fuck, huh? Is ‘Yes, Hyungnim’ all you know how to say?”
“Yes, Hyungnim?”
“Heh heh heh.”
Beside us Dongpal had been listening and put every ounce of strength into holding back his laugh, but in the end the zipper on his mouth split open and the sound leaked out.
“Never mind, fuck— is this funny to you?”
“Heh heh… No, Hyungnim.”
That bastard Dongpal instantly wiped the grin off, dropped his voice low, and answered like nothing had happened. What a hilarious piece of shit. You fucking dog, you think that’s funny, you son of a bitch?
“Anyway, look after the girls a bit… but don’t get too deep with them either.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
“It just gets messy.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
After that Keun-hyeongnim shut his trap and logged back into internet poker to start getting his ass handed to him. That last line he’d dropped felt oddly loaded. “It gets messy”… Well, Eden had been running for about ten years, so how many pussies had they fucked, dumped, and gone through in that time? But this fucking bastard was the same guy who’d poured his heart out begging Nabi for her pussy, only to get flat-out rejected in front of everyone with a “go fuck a country girl instead” and end up looking like a total clown. Hearing that kind of bullshit from a guy like him suddenly made me question every word out of the bastard’s mouth.
Time rolled past eight, and from the looks of things it seemed like we’d have to make do with just the two of them today—Hyeona and Pureum.
“How many we got?”
Keun-hyeongnim, who’d just gotten thoroughly wrecked at internet poker, shot up and started glancing back and forth between the ledger and the reservation memo as he spoke.
“Yes, Hyungnim. Two hea— people.”
The words came out and something felt like it was sliding the wrong way. Then I realized the slip. Answering right away without even needing to check the ledger, just because there were only two, had been the problem. I used to call people “people,” not “heads,” but somewhere along the line that knife-scarred bastard’s way of talking had brainwashed me into thinking of them as animals.
“Huh, fuck, really, Jin-sik? Huh?”
Keun-hyeongnim let out a hollow laugh, then settled his ass back into the counter chair and stared at me with an expression that said he couldn’t believe it.
Ah fuck, today they’d decided to pick on me. No Jeonghun around, so I was getting double-teamed by the two bosses alone. What a shitty day.
“Yes, Hyungnim. The words just came out wrong.”
“No, fuck, you call people ‘heads’? Huh?”
“Yes, Hyungnim. I misspoke.”
Beside me that bastard Dongpal was covering his mouth with both hands, putting his whole soul into holding back laughter. But you son of a bitch, you’re the one who always sings “how many heads, how many heads” every damn day. It’s fine when you do it and not when I do, you piece of shit?
“Get your head on straight, you.”
“Yes, Hyungnim. I’ll be careful from now on.”
Luckily Keun-hyeongnim didn’t push any further and went back to getting his cock thoroughly beaten at internet poker like always. Having gotten my ass handed to me twice in a row by those bastards, I had no choice but to stand there stiff as a board, hands clasped behind my back, tense as if I were sitting on a bed of nails.
Then suddenly Dongpal held the shop phone out to me. They’d really decided to fuck with me today. No wonder those two bosses had crawled out on a dead Sunday with zero customers just to nitpick over useless shit—it had felt off from the start. What could I do? I was the junior manager. If they said jump, I jumped; if they said take the hit, I took it.
“Answer the phone once.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
A reservation call came in right away. After getting Keun-hyeongnim’s okay I opened the window and typed the number showing on the shop phone into the system. We managed a database of about thirteen thousand members for texting purposes. The main use was blasting discount events to all thirteen thousand whenever the numbers got thin for too long, or sending “new girl just came in, come drain your water” messages about someone like Pureum—but so far we’d never actually sent any texts.
When I punched in the number it showed: “Eh 148 Bitna Doyeon Areum Hyeona Nabi Dambi Hyojin Uhyeon Kkotnim Mi-ho Eun-ha.” Originally we’d write a few visit dates and the pussy stage names next to them, but this guy clearly came to Eden every few days like it was his personal joj-jib, so there was no point writing it all down. He’d registered relatively long ago, visited Eden 148 times, and had tasted every pussy except Pureum. Seeing stage names I didn’t even know listed meant he’d been a regular for quite a while.
In that case the line I needed to hit was obvious. I picked up the phone, pressed the button, and answered.
“Yes~ Boss~”
“Yeah, what time works?”
“Just one of you?”
“Yeah.”
“You can come right now, Boss.”
“Okay.”
“Call us from in front of the first-floor elevator, Boss~”
“Okay~”
After hanging up I wrote “8:30 Pureum” on the reservation memo. He hadn’t asked for anyone specific, so he didn’t seem picky, but I figured it was better to show him the new pussy if I could. It was just past eight, so by order Hyeona—who’d clocked in first—should go in, but since there was plenty of time left I could send Pureum first and then give Hyeona two rooms back-to-back.
Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal Hyungnim, who’d been watching me with hawk eyes, didn’t say a word. For all I knew, recovering a bit from the two consecutive ass-kickings and leaving a decent impression might help.
I kept taking reservation calls and adjusting the times right in front of the hyungnims, and before I knew it it was past eleven.
“Wait till three and if there’s no more calls, close up.”
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
Dongpal Hyungnim left that instruction, then rode the elevator down with Keun-hyeongnim and disappeared from view. True to a Sunday it had been dead quiet; the pussies had only done three each so far. And even those had just gone into the customer rooms to start sucking cock.
I watched the CCTV until the hyungnims were completely out of sight, then settled my ass into the counter chair and quietly lit a cigarette. After that I picked up my phone and called Dambi. Taking Sundays off wasn’t abnormal, but I hadn’t heard from her and had been curious.
“Yeah~”
“You feeling okay? You were off today so I got worried and called.”
“Bullshit~ Heh, you called because of that, right~”
“Because of what?”
I’d already sucked and fucked her every which way—softening the words now was pointless.
“You know damn well~ I’m eating now. Got body aches because of you.”
“I fucked you hard enough to give you body aches?”
“You know it~ Fuck, that cock of yours is filthy huge~”
“Yeah I pounded your pussy raw with that huge cock, heh heh. Fucked you while staring at your ass too—you liked it, didn’t you?”
“I’m trying to eat and you keep talking about that~ Aren’t you working?”
“Yeah, two girls came in but they both went to see customers, so I called~”
“Gonna eat and sleep some more~ Go jerk off or get some other girl to shake it for you, heh.”
“Aw~ I wanted to fuck you again while looking at that ass of yours~ Guess I can’t help it. Maybe I’ll ask Pureum to jerk me off.”
“You crazy bastard, heh.”
“You sucked my cock in the waiting room too~ Other girls can do it, right~”
“Hey, you were the one who stood it up without even picking a place~”
“Ah, just hearing your voice is making me so fucking horny right now, what the fuck do I do? Heh heh.”
“Figure it out yourself, you son of a bitch!”
“You gonna put out if I come to your place?”
“Crazy bastard~ Heh, then go get Pureum to drain it for you. Hey~ the manager’s going nuts because he can’t touch the girls! You fucking bastard~”
“Joke, joke. If you won’t put out I’ll just drain it myself~”
“You’re the type who’d actually do that~ Heh.”
“Keep bringing up Pureum and now I wanna fuck Pureum~”
“You crazy bastard! Hang up, you fucking piece of shit!”
“You mad? It’s a joke, heh heh. Just wash that pussy nice and clean—I’m gonna pound it raw~”
“Who said I’m giving it to you? Crazy bastard~ Heh.”
“Got it. Eat and sleep more. Dream about sucking my cock~”
“Yeah~ Go work~ And don’t touch Pureum~”
“Got it~”
This kind of dirty talk was pretty damn good too. Of course, just like Dambi said, I couldn’t actually ask Pureum to drain my water for me. No matter how horny a bastard got, you couldn’t just shove your cock at someone out of nowhere and demand a blowjob or their pussy. With Dambi it was different—I’d confirmed she was into me through skinship first, then put my cock on her. Even with Eun-ha and Hyojin, who could already handle some cock-and-pussy talk, if I shoved my dick at them or tried skinship in the current state, there was a very high chance they’d spread it all over the neighborhood that some horny fucking bastard had tried to touch them and brand me a total dog.
Come to think of it, Hyojin and Eun-ha hadn’t said a single word of nonsense since that group chat message from room 181 that they’d exchanged just between the two of them, leaving me out, when they clocked in earlier. I thought about shooting them a message, then dropped it. Better to take it slow, let Eun-ha gradually get used to the skills, and only make a move once the more explicit gifs and dirty talk had completely killed any resistance. No need to rush at all. Whether I ate it today or tomorrow, it was a pussy I was going to fuck anyway.
Suddenly remembering something important, I opened Dambi’s chat window and sent a message.
I’d been planning to tell Dambi we should fuck on her day off after payday, and it had just come back to me. Odds were that fucking bitch would clear her schedule. Once you’d tasted telephone-pole cock, even if you had plans you’d clear them, you fucking bitch. Wash that pussy good and come ready that day—I’ll fuck you until the cock meat gets combed through.
Time rolled on until it was nearly three in the morning. Just like Dongpal Hyungnim had said, the second it hit three I started prepping to close. Today Hyeona and Pureum had each done five, with one designated request apiece. Not many pussies had shown up for work, but for that it was a solid performance.
I reported the take to Dongpal Hyungnim, hung up, then pulled a single ten-thousand-won bill from the cash bundle and stuffed it in my pocket. Footsteps sounded beyond the counter; I checked the CCTV and saw the pussies who’d worked their asses off today.
“Good work today~”
“You worked hard too, Manager Oppa~”
“Thank you for your hard work, Manager~”
I handed the girls their cock-sucking money for the day and waved them off so they could get the hell out. Unlike Pureum, who was always bright and cheerful, that girl Hyeona always looked like she couldn’t fit into any group. Today she’d worked with Pureum, who’d only just started, so she at least said hello on the way out—but normally she was so cowed she could barely speak. She was pretty cute-looking, and her small height made her compact and adorable; she looked like she’d taste great, but she was also the type that felt hard to approach. In that sense she was the complete opposite of Dambi’s personality. Still, as long as she kept working at Eden, if the chance ever came I was more than willing to fuck her. If she couldn’t fit in with the others, she could just make friends with my telephone-pole cock instead.
I quietly lit a cigarette and stepped into the elevator. Tonight I’d have to soothe myself with a solo jerk-off again, but I let myself imagine the day I’d fuck every girl in the shop, drain my water whenever I wanted, and bury my cock in whatever pussy I felt like, spraying joj-water. Hell, strip three or four pussies, make them get on all fours, dip into this one, then that one, pick the tightest pussy to fuck, take the ass too, and stick a couple of mouths on the telephone-pole cock so they could suck it at the same time.
But reality was a sewer, and so far the only pussy I’d fucked was Dambi’s. Even she, when her man said he was horny as hell, didn’t come running to offer her pussy—she was still testing the waters this way and that. I grabbed my half-hard cock, soothed my shitty mood, climbed into a taxi, and ended another dogshit day.