Handjob in Room 1

"Pureum, Room 3 in five minutes~"

After dumping three group customers into an empty room, I bolted straight for the girls' waiting room and barked the order at Pureum, who'd just come out.

Besides the three-man group, there was still one more customer who'd been sitting alone in a room for twenty minutes with his dick already hard, desperately waiting for a pussy to show up. The right call would have been to send her in immediately—but Pureum was an industry NF, a New Face, so I was cutting her a little slack.

"Okay~"

Pureum answered bright and cheerful as always, all guts and sunshine. She'd just finished brushing her teeth and hadn't even sat down yet. She started to settle, then stood back up and came over to me.

"Manager oppa~"

"Yeah?"

"Um... do you have a cigarette, by any chance?"

Huh... what the hell kind of situation was this supposed to be? As far as I knew, Pureum didn't smoke. A while back, when I'd run into her outside on the way to work, she'd muttered something about maybe needing to learn how to smoke—but that was it.

"I've got some... but mine are pretty strong. You sure you're okay with that?"

"Yeah~ If it's alright, just one, please. Manager oppa~"

Normally I should've talked her out of it, but looking at her face—smiling or not—I could tell she was struggling. I pulled out a Huss and held it to her mouth. Pureum looked confused for a second, then I gave a little gesture and she finally got it, opening up so I could stick the cigarette between her lips.

I flicked the lighter, quietly lit her up, then parked myself on the threshold, pulled out one of my own, and lit that too. Besides Pureum, the other six girls were all still in rooms, so I had a little breathing room. If a pussy came out of a session, I could just jump right up and go.

"Cough—hack—achoo~"

I turned my head. Pureum couldn't handle the harsh hit of the Huss—she'd barely taken one drag before she was coughing and covering her mouth. Hell, even I got nauseous off these things when I was in bad shape. For a first-timer like Pureum, it had to be brutal.

"Pretty strong, huh?"

"Ah... no, I'm fine... really... cough—"

She did not look fine, but she finally got her breathing under control and took another drag. The girl had some serious willpower, I'd give her that. But was she really so wrecked she needed a cigarette she never smoked?

"If you can't handle it, just put it out. Later I'll buy you something milder and teach you how."

"Yeah... it is pretty strong... I'm sorry, though—you gave it to me, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Manager oppa~"

She couldn't bring herself to just toss the cigarette I'd given her, so she handed it back. I thought about putting out my own and sticking the one that had been in Pureum's mouth between my lips—then decided that would look way too much like a pervert move, and just snuffed it.

"Alright, catch your breath and head in~ This is the last customer for you."

"Okay~ Thank you, Manager oppa~ I really appreciate you looking out for me~"

I didn't have time to hang around. I got up, went to the kitchen sink outside the girls' waiting room, ran the tap to kill the cigarette, and crawled back out to the counter.

I was about to park my ass in the mesh chair when I heard a door open and shut. I checked the CCTV—Kkotnim was walking out, seeing a customer off. At the same time, Mi-ho came out of her room too.

"This way, sir~"

I hit the elevator buttons so the two customers wouldn't overlap, sending them down one at a time. If they'd been in the same party it wouldn't have mattered, but complete strangers stuck in a box together always got awkward as hell.

After shipping both of them off in turn, I went back to the counter, picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room, and hit 0.

"Yes~"

Pureum picked up.

"Tell Kkotnim Room 1, Mi-ho Room 8—go in right away~"

"Okay~"

I hung up and dropped into the mesh chair. Fuck, today was going to be nonstop hustle right to the end. The clock was past three-thirty. Kkotnim would probably come out last, so once this round of rooms finished, we wouldn't be closing until at least four-thirty. Hyojin had promised to drain me after we wrapped, but these goddamn customers were not cooperating.

Soon Do-yeon appeared on the CCTV, finishing her room and walking a customer out. I got up again, took the customer off her hands, hit the elevator, and sent him down. Do-yeon still hadn't reached the girls' waiting room, so I hurried after her and spoke up fast.

"Do-yeon, Room 2 right away, please~"

I'd said it at a perfectly audible volume, but she didn't seem to hear and kept heading for the waiting room. I closed the gap faster and spoke again right behind her.

"Do-yeon, Room 2 right away, please~"

"Huh~?"

She spun around and her upper body collided with mine. Her soft tits pressed against my chest, that plush give spreading through my whole body. Her vicious perfume stabbed straight up my nose.

"Ah... Do-yeon, Room 2, right away."

"Yes... Manager..."

The sudden, accidental feel of her tits made my dick swell so hard it felt ready to punch through something—and the tip lightly brushed her belly. Do-yeon didn't pull away. She looked up into my eyes and gave me a sly, knowing look. My cock was rock-hard, throbbing, jabbing into her stomach. Unlike a second ago, even the densest bitch on earth couldn't have missed what was happening now. But the little slut just stood there.

Startled by her nerve, I took a step ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back and looked at her. For a split second her sultry gaze locked with my clearly rattled eyes. Then she turned and vanished from sight.

The whole unexpected mess threw me, but I got my head back on straight, returned to the counter, and parked myself in the mesh chair. Hah... every now and then I felt it—that burning look she hid behind her sweet face, the kind that looked ready to rip a dick clean off. It was enough to rattle even a horny bastard like me. I couldn't even begin to imagine what fucking a girl like that would feel like. If it ever happened, it might just be funeral day for this telephone-pole cock of mine.

Time rolled on. Before I knew it, it was nearly four-thirty. Jeonghun started prepping the close. After counting stacks of bills for a long stretch, he set aside each girl's cut, picked up the shop phone, and dialed somewhere.

Jeonghun finished the close, reported to Brother Dongpal, hung up, then pulled two ten-thousand-won notes from the stack—slipped one into his own pocket and handed the other to me. Today the session count was solid, but the Jimyeong numbers were even better. Pureum, who'd only just started, already had two designated requests. Hyojin had three, the rest two each, and Kkotnim—of course—was full Jimyeong across the board.

Soon Dambi finished getting ready to leave, changed into street clothes, and came out to the counter.

"Good work today~ You better show up tomorrow, no excuses~"

"Good work."

"Yeah~ See you tomorrow~"

Dambi took the money she'd earned sucking dick, shot me a sidelong look, winked, and left. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠No matter how many times I saw her, the girl always looked good enough to eat.

A little later the rest of the girls filed out one by one, traded the usual goodbyes, and clocked out. Every girl except Hyojin was gone. Jeonghun headed for the girls' waiting room—apparently the bitch had said she was going to crash for a bit and bounce, so he was delivering her cut in person. Or, you know, the piece of shit could've just come out, taken her money, and gone back in. What a spoiled little brat.

A bit later Jeonghun came back out. We rode the elevator down together, lit cigarettes, said our goodbyes, and split. Then I headed out to the main road—didn't grab a taxi, ducked into a convenience store instead. I stood there deciding on snacks, then grabbed cheese the young ones would like, stir-fried gopchang, frozen jokbal, and two bottles of soju, and checked out. I was about to head back when something important hit me. I turned around, went back in, and bought a pack of 0.1-milligram cigarettes. Those were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for teaching Pureum. For a beginner, anything over 6 milligrams like my Huss was basically poison; 0.1 would be easy enough for her to handle.

I went in through the first-floor entrance of Daebak Eonyang Bulgogi, hit the elevator button, and called Hyojin—saved in my phone as Fucking Bitch. The ringtone just kept going. The goddamn girl wouldn't pick up.

Ah, fucking bitch, why aren't you answering if you're even here—

I wedged the phone against my ear with my shoulder, then connected the two exposed wires sticking out of the third-floor button and held them there. If she was asleep, maybe the noise would at least wake her up—assuming the alarm even reached the girls' waiting room.

A moment later the elevator started moving. I let go of the wires and shoved the phone in my pocket. The doors opened on the third floor and I stepped out.

"Ah, fuck, oppa! That's so loud~!"

Hyojin was parked in the counter chair, bitching in that high-strung voice of hers.

"You fucking bitch, if you'd answered the phone I wouldn't have had to~ And hell, that's what you always do anyway."

"Fuck off~ Oppa! Heh~ Ah, did you already open them? Or do I have to?"

"Forget opening shit—in a bit you're gonna be sucking my dick~"

"Fuck, who said I'd suck it? I said I'd jerk you off, oppa~!"

I set out the snacks and soju from the convenience store on the big table next to the counter, dropped onto the sofa, and quietly lit a cigarette. But what the hell was this bitch even talking about?

"Hey, you little slut, you said you'd give me the full service!"

Hyojin got up, came over to the big table by the counter, and parked herself on the sofa across from me. Then she calmly pulled out her own cigarette and lit up. Something was off, though. The voice was definitely Hyojin's, the trashy personality was definitely Hyojin's—but her face looked different.

"Did you fucking take your makeup off?"

"I said I was sleeping over, oppa~ Sleeping in makeup is bad for your skin~"

"Ah, you fucking bitch—if you said you'd service me, you should've put your makeup on nice and worn something sexy."

"Fuck off, oppa~! Hahaha."

Fair enough—not only had the bitch wiped her face clean bare, she was in pajamas. On top of that, she'd cranked the AC so hard the whole place was freezing. Hell, if she was cold she could've just stripped. Instead she only ever picked the cock-blocking moves that killed the mood, this fucking girl.

Hyojin cracked a soju bottle and poured a shot into the paper cup in front of me.

"Hey, weren't you supposed to suck my dick?"

I knocked back the soju she'd poured, then filled her paper cup in return.

"I clearly said I'd give you a handjob, oppa~! Don't like it? Then just leave."

She downed the soju I'd poured in one shot, then flipped the empty cup upside down and shook it over her head.

"Fuck, so I'm paying seventy thousand for service and you won't even suck dick, and you're wearing panties—what the hell am I even getting a room for?"

"If you want a girl at my level, you deal with it, oppa~ Otherwise quit being a manager and come as a customer~ Heh."

"Fuck, if I come as a customer, you strip naked and suck dick then?"

"Yep—but you're not a customer, oppa~ So quit bitching and either take it or leave it~ Heh."

This goddamn girl kept reeling me in. What a cockteasing bitch.

"I came all the way here—I'm not just leaving. Everything's on the table except dick-sucking and the panties staying on?"

"What's left if you take those out? Just the handjob's fine~ Heh."

"Fuck, then going to a jack shack would be way better—why am I getting this from you?"

"Then go to a jack shack~ Heh."

"Hah... you fucking bitch. You really try to give me just a handjob and I might just fuck you raw."

I picked up a piece of the frozen jokbal with wooden chopsticks and shoved it in my mouth. Ah, fuck—I'd completely forgotten to heat it up.

"Go ahead and fuck me~ I'll just snitch straight to the boss. Heh."

"I'm already screwed either way—might as well fuck you and go full dogshit. Not the worst option."

Hyojin poured soju into the empty paper cup in front of me again.

"But oppa."

"Yeah?"

What the hell was this bitch about to say now? I was getting seriously nervous. Whenever she cut it short like that—"oppa"—she always hit a nerve.

I lifted the cup, knocked it back, and poured one into her empty cup.

"Aren't you gonna tell me which girl you slept with?"

"Fuck, so you can go do what to her if I tell you?"

"I'll keep it to myself~ I'm just curious. Heh."

"Yeah right, just yourself. The second I tell you, the whole shop'll know."

"Even if you don't tell me, I've got a pretty good idea~ There aren't that many girls you're close with, oppa."

Ah, this fucking bitch was digging hard... And she wasn't wrong—inside the shop, the girls I actually talked to casually were few. At most Dambi and Hyojin... and Eun-ha... and if I stretched it, Pureum, who I chatted with now and then. With everyone else it was pure business. Which meant it was painfully obvious who this bitch would suspect.

"You really need to know that bad?"

"It's fun~ Heh."

"Fun my ass... And in a bit when you do a room with me, the only thing we won't do is actually fuck—everything else is on the menu. You'll be just as compromised. Heh."

"Fuck, it works like that? Ah~ so I shouldn't tell Eun-ha, huh?"

"I trust you'll handle that much yourself. Though if you put out once, I might even tell you who I slept with. Heh."

We kept trading soju shots and the mood slowly warmed up. I felt like I was taking a bit of a loss, but sitting across from a face this good and trading sex banter was something I'd always dreamed about. And we hadn't even started the main event yet.

"But oppa."

"What now?"

"If you end up sleeping with me, won't you feel bad for the girl who said she slept with you?"

"Bad about what?"

"Fuck, I'm the idiot for even bringing it up~ Heh."

"So you're thinking about putting out?"

"No. Not even a little!"

"Then why the fuck are you talking about putting out or not... And I still don't even know that girl's name."

"Her real name?"

"Yeah."

"Then maybe you're right~ You don't even know her name. You just locked eyes and fucked. Both of you are something else~"

"Shut up, you fucking bitch. Heh. And isn't it about time we got started?"

"Oho~ Getting hard, are we? Even with the makeup off and the pajamas on?"

Hyojin pointed a finger at the half-hard bulge tenting the front of my pants.

"Either way you're taking the pajamas off and you're giving me a handjob~ Of course I'm hard."

"Fuck, then give me the money first."

Ah, this goddamn girl—true to form for a dick-sucker, she was obsessed with cash. I pulled out the seventy thousand I'd already set aside and handed it to her. The bitch counted the bills one by one to make sure it was right.

"It's correct~? You already had it pulled out—so you came prepared? Heh."

"Heh. How long have I been waiting for this... Room 1 work?"

"Yeah~ Go wash up then. Wash clean~ If you smell, I'm not doing it."

"You know how thoroughly I scrub... Come in ten minutes, you fucking bitch~ Hyojin, Room 1 in ten."

"Heh. Fuck~ Yes~"

I got up, stepped into the hallway, and headed for Room 1. I'd only had less than a bottle of soju, so I was a little buzzed and feeling good. Condition was solid. I walked into the wide-open Room 1, twisted the light dial a bit brighter, and shut the door.

In a little while Hyojin would be in here, working my cock with her hands, draining me dry. I stripped off my T-shirt, pants, and underwear in one go, hung them roughly on the hook, peeled off my socks, and tossed them in the corner of the bed. My fully hard dick twitched toward the ceiling, standing straight up.

Outside I heard a faint clattering—someone moving around. Probably Hyojin heading into the girls' waiting room to get ready. Fair enough. I was dropping a full seventy thousand on this service; of course the bitch should prep.

Completely naked, I went into the bathroom-shower combo, lathered my cock and balls thick with body wash, and scrubbed hard. Just in case, I even worked toothpaste into my ass until it tingled, then rinsed. I soaped my whole body one more time, rinsed clean, roughly towel-dried, and lay flat on the bed with my dick standing at attention, waiting for Hyojin.

I hadn't noticed while working, but lying there I could see a huge mirror on the ceiling. There was another long horizontal mirror mounted along the wall beside the bed. Set up like this, when you got front-side service you'd see every filthy thing the pussy was doing in full detail. Just thinking about it got me filthy hard. Imagining Hyojin jerking me off reflected in the ceiling mirror and the wall mirror made my cock twitch on its own.

A stretch of quiet passed. I was starting to wonder when the fucking bitch would finally crawl in when I heard the faint click of heels outside. The footsteps got closer, then cut off right when they sounded clear—and with the sound of the door opening, Hyojin finally appeared.

Unlike earlier in her pajamas, she was dressed the way I always saw her at the shop—a short red skirt dress short enough to flash panties, showing off that slim body as she came toward me. She hadn't redone her makeup; still bare-faced. But the girl was so naturally pretty it didn't kill the immersion.

Hyojin parked herself on the corner of the bed and quietly lit a cigarette.

"Fuck, oppa, your dick is huge."

The bitch stared at my proud telephone-pole cock and let out a little gasp of admiration.

"Heh. I've fucked girls six times with this thing and they couldn't even think straight."

"No, but this is ridiculously big..."

"Still, you ditched the pajamas and put on work clothes for me. That's why it got even bigger. Heh."

"Haa~ What am I gonna do with this oppa... You're planning to go after Eun-ha too, aren't you?"

"Isn't that obvious? That's why I use 'training' as an excuse to drop sex talk. Heh."

"Fuck, and the other girls too?"

"Yeah. That's why I came to work here. Already fucked one, and now you're the second... I'll fuck Eun-ha too, and the other girls whenever I get the chance. Heh."

"You're a real piece of shit, oppa~ No, you're a crazy fucking bastard. Heh."

Hyojin dumped her cigarette in a paper cup, spat on it to put it out, then stood and slowly peeled off the skirt dress. For all the filthy language coming out of that whore mouth, the corners of her lips were curled up in a little smile.

"You talk all that shit, but in the end you're stripping to give me a handjob... You're just as crazy a bitch. Heh."

"So~? You're gonna fuck every girl in the shop?"

Hyojin finished taking off the dress and hung it on the hook. Then she dimmed the lights I'd brightened. Annoying as the dark was, her body still showed clearly—and it was dazzling. Even with the panties on, those cute, just-right tits, the slim shoulders, the lines of her body—my cock got harder just looking.

"Yeah, if I can... You already caught me, so I'm just laying it all out... I'm fucked either way."

"You bastard... You fucking bastard... You know you're a crazy piece of shit, right, oppa?"

"Yeah, I know I'm crazy... Now get over here, you crazy fucking bitch, grab my cock and jerk it. Heh."

"Fuck, roll over, oppa!"

Hyojin smacked the palm of her hand against my leg and ordered me. I'd thought it was just going to be a handjob—turns out she was going to do the back side too. Without a word I rolled onto my stomach and waited with my legs slightly spread.

Suddenly the middle of my back went ice-cold. The bitch was spreading aqua gel across my back.

"Hah..."

A soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. The soft, plush feel of Hyojin's tits rode up my back and spread through my whole body. Finally—the service I'd been waiting and waiting for from Hyojin was starting.