So After Closing, We're Doing It in the Room?
The restaurant was packed with couples out on weekend dates. It was a popular spot right in the downtown area near Eden.
"Auntie, two servings of stir-fried squid and a kimchi stew over here."
"Coming right up~"
I grabbed the water pitcher off the table, filled a glass, and set it in front of the person sitting across from me. The bitch took the full glass and sipped from it. Dambi.
I poured water into my own empty glass, downed it in one go, and set it back.
"You been here before?" I asked, looking her over.
She always looked sexy, but next to the other bitches sitting around us she stood out even more. Of course at Eden she was just average with Kkotnim and Hyojin—younger, prettier girls—holding down the fort.
"Once or twice?"
"It's good. We're gonna be busy today, so eat plenty."
"Yeah~ Gotta work hard~"
The fucking bitch stuck her tongue way out and mimed sucking a dick, then raised her right hand and gave it a little wave. Shameless even in a place this crowded.
"Not tired? Bet you didn't get enough sleep."
"Ah~ Some crazy bastard kept calling and texting like a maniac so I had to force myself awake~"
Dambi lifted the corner of her mouth in a prim little expression and looked at me.
"You say I was acting like a maniac, but you still came out, huh?"
"Well~ Just felt sorry for you, hehe."
Nothing to feel sorry about. All I'd done was call once and send two texts. The one who answered was this fucking bitch Dambi.
I'd just woken up early today, was about to polish off some perilla leaf pickles and a bowl of rice from the fridge, then thought of her and hit her up.
It had been two weeks since I'd last stuck it in at her place, and after that the chances just never lined up. All I remembered with this girl was drinking, so I figured I'd call her out for a normal meal.
Hell, in two days it was her day off anyway, and my dick would be buried in her cunt then. Today was Saturday. Two more shifts and I'd be pounding Dambi's pussy all day long.
"No contact, so I figured I wouldn't see you, but you still cleared your schedule?"
"Some fucking guy kept bitching about getting stood up, so I decided to be nice~ Hehe~"
I'd asked her out, and the bitch had dragged her feet forever before finally saying yes yesterday. She'd already tasted pole-dick, so her cunt had to be itching pretty bad, yet the stubborn bitch would rather die than be the first to ask for a fuck.
"Anywhere you wanna go?"
"No, that's something you should've looked into beforehand~ Hmm~? Basics, basics~?"
Dambi crossed her arms and stared at me like I was an idiot.
"Downtown's kinda risky... How about Mokseong-mot?"
Downtown was too close to Eden. Had to prepare for any possible screw-up. Getting caught eating a meal could be brushed off as a quick pre-shift meetup, but getting spotted arm-in-arm like a real couple on a day off was a whole different level of problem.
"Mm~ Okay. What time?"
"Around four?"
"Okay."
That settled it. Day off, Mokseong-mot, fucking Dambi. Three days ago Hyojin and that bitch Eun-ha had stuffed their faces with so much gopchang that the damage to my wallet was real, but this was the first proper outside date with Dambi, so I figured I at least owed her lobster. Roughly twenty of them ought to do it, fuck. I'd only gotten paid three days ago and at this rate I'd be broke in a week.
The stir-fried squid and kimchi stew arrived soon enough, and Dambi and I had a cozy little meal.
"Cigarette?"
"Yeah."
After eating we stepped out. I stuck a cigarette between Dambi's lips and lit it for her. When I put one in my own mouth she leaned her face in like it was the most natural thing in the world. I quietly lit mine off the tip of hers.
"No difficult customers lately?"
"Nope~"
"I'm watching, so don't worry and just work. Every room you go into, I'm staring a hole through the monitor~ Heh."
"Oh for fuck's sake, that is sooo reassuring~ From the bastard who only ever schemes about fucking me~"
"Hey, I ask and you still won't give it up~"
"Whatever. We're gonna be late. Let's go already~"
"Yeah."
Maybe because we'd already promised her pussy in two days, Dambi cut the conversation short. Calling it just a meal was bullshit. A handjob parlor manager and one of the working girls secretly meeting up weren't going to eat and go their separate ways. Both of us already knew the final destination without saying a word.
After the smoke I flicked the butt onto the ground and we walked toward Eden. A little later the big Unyang bulgogi sign came into view. We passed the building entrance, hit the elevator button, and got in. I connected the two exposed wires on the third-floor button and the elevator started moving. About five seconds later the doors opened.
"Hello, hyungnim! Noona! Coming to work together~! Noona, that style is fire today~!"
"Hey, you still haven't clocked out?"
"Killed about thirty already? Guinness Book material, hehe~"
The horny daytime manager greeted us with his usual ninety-degree bow and tossed the same old lines at Dambi. She looked like she was heading for the girls' waiting room, then stopped, dug something out of her handbag, and handed it to me.
"Here~"
"Yeah, thanks. I'll enjoy it."
The usual iced americano.
"Noona! What about me~!"
"Yeah, fuck off~"
After brushing off the daytime manager, the bitch disappeared into the girls' waiting room.
I headed for the counter. Dongpal hyungnim and Jeonghun were there.
"Hello, hyungnim."
"Yeah. Eat?"
"Just did, hyungnim."
Just had a cozy little meal with that bitch Dambi, you bastard.
I glanced at the ledger and reservation notes. Pureum, Do-yeon, Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Nabi—stage names listed in order. I picked up a pen and wrote Dambi next to Nabi. Four group customers already booked for eight o'clock. Bad feeling that today was going to be a fucking grind from the jump.
But damn, why were all the songs ones I didn't know? The thought hit me out of nowhere. Normally after one full loop it would start over and the melodies would get familiar, but the more I listened the more it was nothing but unfamiliar tracks. Something felt off. I needed to check later how many songs that bastard Jeonghun had actually downloaded. He'd already confirmed five hundred and then talked shit about downloading more, so thousands wasn't out of the question.
I was spacing out, sorting my thoughts, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I unlocked it and checked. Someone saved as "Fucking Bitch" had sent a message.
I opened the chat with the fucking bitch.
The fucking bitch was none other than Hyojin—the one who'd sworn she'd give me a handjob for seventy thousand and then skipped work for two whole days. Asking about the boss meant she was probably planning to show up today.
She'd gotten what she needed and went silent, so I fired off the next message myself.
I'd texted the bitch two days ago and yesterday. She'd left me on read both times. In the group chat with Eun-ha she was spitting sex jokes just fine, but in the one-on-one she was deliberately ghosting me. Finally, after two days of leaving me on read, she'd decided to come to work and sent that bullshit about whether the boss was around.
I wasn't letting this chance slip.
Once she made up her mind she was pretty damn bold. Same as the gopchang place—she'd said that day then somehow still made the time.
What the fuck was this bullshit now. How the hell was she going to service me at the shop?
Fine for the fucking bitch, but what about me, you crazy girl.
Come to think of it, every once in a while the girls did crash overnight in the waiting room.
Hmm... hearing it like that, it actually made sense. Hyojin sleeps in the waiting room so she never has to leave the shop. I fake clocking out, call her from outside, she brings the elevator up, and I get hot service in Room 1... but what about the CCTV then?
Ah, fuck. This bitch had me by the nose. Even if I got the service, I wouldn't be able to actually fuck her on my own terms. On top of that she knew—without naming who—that I was already sleeping with one of the shop girls.
What the hell was this now. A CCTV that doesn't record—what's the point?
The dick-sucking bitch's brain actually worked pretty well. I checked the CCTV. Just like she said, after closing the fire hydrant where they stashed the shop money was clearly visible. If recording worked properly they'd have caught whoever took the cash for sure.
But what Hyojin was talking about was months ago, and they'd fixed the CCTV not that long ago. So there was a real chance it recorded now.
Hmm... no. I was thinking too normally. This place was an illegal handjob parlor doing quasi-sex acts. Raid risk was always hanging over us. The heavy iron door next to the elevator was locked with chains and a giant padlock and had never been opened. The side door next to Room 8 with the bathtub was sealed with a shutter and padlock too. If the cops ever forced a closed door for a raid, they'd seize the CCTV as well. If they cracked open recorded footage, Big Boss, Dongpal hyungnim, Jeonghun, me, the customers, the girls—everyone could become a target. Especially the counter camera that showed faces clear enough to identify. So deliberately setting the CCTV not to record was actually pretty likely.
The two big heads would never take the hit themselves if a raid came. They'd push some pants-wearing guy forward as the "owner" and clean it up after. They'd never said it to me, but if a raid hit while the two heads, me, and Jeonghun were here, Jeonghun would probably be the one left holding the bag. The two heads would slip out disguised as customers or something.
Still too early to relax though.
Plenty of time left. I needed to make absolutely sure the CCTV really didn't record. Couldn't ask Jeonghun—he'd get suspicious why the fuck I was asking.
Beep~~~~~ Beep~~~~~ Beep~~~~~
Three ear-splitting alarm tones ripped through the air. So that was why the fucking bitch had asked me if the boss was here. Didn't even need to look. I knew exactly who it was, the crazy girl.
I walked over and pressed the round button.
"Who is it?"
Dongpal hyungnim, sprawled in the counter chair, asked Jeonghun in an irritated voice.
"It's Hyojin, hyungnim."
If Big Boss had been here he would've fucked her pussy right on the spot. Because it was Dongpal hyungnim she was getting off that easy. Sneaky fucking bitch.
"Hello~"
The elevator doors opened and Hyojin waved, greeting us like she was happy to see everyone. Nobody at the counter answered her. The fucking bitch hummed to herself anyway and disappeared into the girls' waiting room.
Soon, true to Saturday night, customers started pouring in. Seven cunts sucking dick juice until the whole shop reeked of night-blooming flowers.
The clock already pointed to two in the morning. Partly because we'd been so busy, but I still hadn't given Hyojin a final answer. Finally able to catch my breath, I sprawled in the mesh chair and quietly lit a cigarette.
Dongpal hyungnim had left alone after midnight. Only Jeonghun and I were still grinding. At this rate I'd never decide and just throw away the hot time heaven had handed me with Hyojin. But there was no good way to confirm whether the CCTV really didn't record like she said. If I had even a few hours alone on a Sunday shift I could dig through the computer, but we were so slammed that the only time Jeonghun left the desk was a thirty-second bathroom break. From the desktop it didn't look connected to the CCTV—probably linked to another machine or a separate device.
Either way time wasn't on my side. I had to decide whether to take the room with Hyojin or not.
I steeled myself, unlocked my phone, opened the chat with the fucking bitch saved as Hyojin, typed the message, and hit send.
Hyojin was still in a room, so she'd check and reply once she came out. The die was cast. Even if I got fucked tomorrow, tonight I was taking the room with Hyojin. The rest I left to heaven.
About ten minutes later Hyojin finally finished her room and appeared on the CCTV arm-in-arm with the customer, seeing him out. I bolted over, took the customer from her, hit the elevator button, and sent him down. Back at the counter I unlocked my phone again and opened the chat with the fucking bitch. A moment later the "1" disappeared.
Anyway, the room with Hyojin was locked in. Whatever fucked-up shit came after, I'd deal with it when it hit. More than anything, my pole-dick was already dripping precum and twitching hard.
You've waited long enough, you dick bastard. Tonight we live a little, you fucking thing.