Why Are There So Many Crazy Bitches?
"Aren't you going in?"
"You go first."
"It doesn't matter anymore. We can walk in together."
"Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it sure as hell does to me."
"Why?"
I pulled a cigarette from the pack and quietly lit it. The bitch snatched another from my pocket, stuck it between her lips, and used the tip of mine as a lighter.
"There used to be a manager who hooked up with one of the girls for a while. At a company dinner she spilled everything to the boss—said they'd been fucking."
"So there was another bastard like me... Wait. The manager didn't snitch? The girl did?"
Dambi crossed her arms, one corner of her mouth curling up as she eyed me with open interest. Sexy fucking bitch. She was still wearing the same see-through mesh top and micro-miniskirt from yesterday at Mokseong-mot; her panties were on full display.
"Yeah. After she talked, the boss apparently rearranged the manager's jaw. Said it was hanging sideways."
"Pfft—hahaha... What the hell is that? Good to know, though."
"What?"
"If things go south I can just tell the boss myself, right~? You better behave~?"
"I'm trying to have a serious conversation here..."
"And a guy like that is the one groping me and hitting on every other bitch? That's what scares you?"
"Having my jaw spun around does make me a little nervous... but I need to stick around here for a while."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Like you said, at first I only came because there were lots of girls and I figured I'd try my luck... but every day I watch the sales roll in. Real money."
"You want to be the boss?"
"Not right now—I'm still busy just covering my own ass... but learning the ropes and making a go of it in this business doesn't sound half bad."
"Doesn't have to be this place, does it?"
True enough—if my jaw got rearranged I could just bounce somewhere else. But from what I'd seen of massage parlors, walking into some half-assed joint wouldn't teach me the system the way this place did, you stupid bitch.
"Yeah, but if I'm going to learn, better to learn somewhere that actually makes money... and right now I'm flat broke. Can't even buy you a single outfit."
"You bastard... Did I ever ask you to buy me clothes? Ohhh, so you're gonna make bank and buy me designer shit and bags?"
"No, fuck—it's just a figure of speech... Honestly, I'm stretched thin."
This dog of a bitch actually likes luxury brands. Fucking hell.
"I get what you're saying. If you do well, I'm happy."
"Right. Being careful never hurt anybody... and the way you're dressed right now is kind of a problem too... We're late. You go in first. I'm gonna smoke one more."
"The way I'm dressed? Heh. Walk in arm-in-arm and that jaw's spinning for sure. Fine, hurry up and come in~"
Dambi shoved her face forward, planted a quick kiss on me, then disappeared from view.
I squatted down, lit another cigarette, and took a long drag.
Fuck me, I suddenly turned into a serious guy... I never planned to go this far—just got swept up in that bitch's pace...
That was the truth. I'd only met her to fuck, but after eating alone with her, drinking coffee, drinking booze, and ending up at a motel, the mood carried us straight into a full-blown pure romance. On top of that we'd even spouted bullshit about loving each other and fucked eight goddamn times... I really shouldn't let her get her hooks in me...
Or maybe getting hooked is better?
Worst case, even if my jaw ends up sideways, she makes good money—I could just stick a straw in her and suck her dry, right? She already gave me the house code. Might as well be a free pass to her pussy. And she even said she doesn't care if I fuck other girls.
Ah, fuck it. Live day by day and something'll work out.
I flicked the cigarette away, stood up, and headed for Eden.
"Good evening, hyungnim."
When I stepped behind the counter, Keun-hyeongnim, Dongpal hyungnim, and Jeonghun were all there. Daytime Manager bastard was nowhere in sight—probably still snickering around the girls' waiting room or already clocked out.
I glanced at the reservation memo and the ledger. Listed in order: Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Eun-ha, Do-yeon, Dambi. No reservations yet.
"Dinner?"
"I'll have the spicy pork, hyungnim."
Dongpal hyungnim picked up the shop phone, ordered "two spicy porks," and hung up. Silence settled in the way it always did. Fucking always.
Looks like one of the cunts asked for food too.
"How many of them?"
Keun-hyeongnim, who'd just gotten wrecked at online poker, shot to his feet and peered at the ledger.
"Five, hyungnim."
"Let's hit the sauna."
"Yes, hyungnim."
Even though Hyojin hadn't shown up for work, Keun-hyeongnim didn't explode. He just rode the elevator down with Dongpal hyungnim and vanished. Five girls on a weekday—apparently not worth the tantrum. If it had been the weekend he'd have frothed at the mouth and ordered us to call that fucking bitch immediately. Thank Christ for small mercies.
"Pureum's only working till two for a while, hyungnim... and she'll be late today. Just so you know."
"Got it."
From the way Jeonghun said it, something was clearly going on with Pureum. I'd find out sooner or later.
The spicy pork arrived soon after. The old lady slammed a huge round tray onto the massive table in front of the counter, muttered under her breath, and disappeared.
"Who's the extra one for?"
"Yes, hyungnim—Dambi asked me to order it. Go eat with her."
"Alright."
So that fucking bitch had asked for it. Fair enough—we'd fucked all night and it was past five when we finally got up, so she hadn't eaten either. We'd just rushed out.
I carried the tray of spicy pork toward the girls' waiting room.
"Over here, over here."
"Hello~"
"Hi, oppa. Did you rest well?"
Eun-ha, sprawled out like a starfish scrolling her phone, lifted her head just enough for a lazy eye greeting, then dropped it again and went back to whatever she was doing. Fucking bitch had zero manners. When an adult greets you, you jump up and bow ninety degrees or at least offer your pussy face-down. The other girls answered with half-hearted "yeah"s and kept doing their own thing.
Dambi spread out a little table, set the tray of spicy pork on top, then parked her ass right across from me and quietly picked up her spoon.
"Any reservations?"
"Nope. Not yet."
"Then do me a favor and run to the pharmacy for some ointment."
"You hurt somewhere?"
"My lips are cracked... and it's stinging down there."
Dambi stroked the crotch of her sweatpants and grinned. What the fuck was this bitch doing right now? Luckily the other cunts around us didn't seem to notice.
"Ah... fine."
"Thanks~"
Dambi paused mid-bite, pulled out her second phone, tapped away, then set it down. My pocket buzzed. The bitch had sent a text—while sitting right in front of me.
I unlocked the pattern and opened her chat.
I looked around. Mi-ho was leaning back against the big mirror like it was a pillow, legs together, fiddling with her phone. For a second her eyes met mine; she immediately dropped her head like she'd been caught doing something wrong. Now I felt awkward for staring.
What the hell is that bitch's problem?
I typed back.
After locking in the fuck appointment I picked up my spoon again, finished the spicy pork, and carried the empty tray downstairs. I set it by the entrance, squatted, and quietly lit a cigarette.
Hmm... so my joj-jib looks the other way when she has to give up her pussy, and her pillar boyfriend looks the other way when he fucks other girls...
I hadn't planned it, but things were working out nicely. From the perspective of a guy who'd sucked cock for money and done the water-draining circuit myself, I knew full well you couldn't protect your pussy every single time—sooner or later you had to give it up. Just the other day that girl Haneul from B&B—first time I'd ever seen her—had almost gotten fucked. Any guy with a dick would rather pound pussy than settle for jerking off; that's instinct. After seven or eight rooms a day, even the best defense has limits. You figure you'll give it up at least once. A proper pillar boyfriend has to understand that much about a cock-sucking girl. Him fucking other girls is a completely different issue, of course. Looking at it that way, this bitch must be so drunk on my charm—and so in love with this utility-pole cock—that she's willing to let me fuck other pussies.
I shut down the random thoughts, stood up, and headed out to buy the ointment Dambi had asked for. Luckily a pharmacy nearby was still open at this hour. Of course it had to be a female pharmacist. Fucking perfect.
"Um..."
"Yes~ Looking for something?"
"My lips are cracked—something to put on them... and also... something for, uh, down there..."
"Down there?"
"Yeah..."
I pointed at the center of my pants.
"Ah... okay..."
The bitch brought out the usual Fucidin cream everyone uses.
"Can a woman put this on?"
"Excuse me?"
"My girlfriend has to apply it..."
"Ah..."
She finally got it and came back with a different ointment, carefully warning me never to put it inside the vagina—only on the outer lips. God, this was mortifying. Now that female pharmacist was definitely picturing some bastard who'd fucked his girlfriend's pussy raw until the cock-meat had torn it up.
I walked back to Eden, dropped into the mesh chair, and lit another cigarette. Checking the reservation memo, Dambi still seemed to be in the girls' waiting room. I almost went straight over, then thought better of it, unlocked my phone, and texted her.
I had the distinct feeling my nose was already hooked. Bag of ointment in hand, I walked into the girls' waiting room.
"Oh~ You got it? Thanks~"
The bitch pressed herself right up against me and ground her watermelon tits into my chest like she meant to crush them.
"Yeah."
I hurriedly peeled her off and started to leave—then caught Mi-ho's eyes locked on us. Eun-ha was still buried in her phone and hadn't noticed, but from the angle of that bitch's stare she might easily have thought something was off. In that moment I couldn't think of a single way to clean it up. I bolted back to the counter and dropped into the mesh chair.
Ah, is that fucking bitch deliberately trying to cock-block me?
The thought hit me out of nowhere. Inside the shop there were too many eyes; we were supposed to stick to texts whenever possible. The way she was acting now, that wasn't going to cut it. I'd have to go to her place after work, ram this utility-pole cock straight through her pussy, and have a serious talk. For tonight, best to avoid Dambi as much as possible until closing.
A little later Pureum finally showed up for her late shift. She looked exhausted. The girl who always greeted everyone with a bright smile had a dark shadow hanging over her face today—so heavy it made you feel awkward just looking at her.
After ten o'clock reservations started trickling in, and for a weekday the place was running pretty hot. This round all six cunts were already in rooms. One customer had been waiting in an empty room for ten minutes, and his buddy was cooling his heels forever in the customer lounge. In the middle of the scramble I stared at the CCTV hallway feed, dying for a pussy to crawl out already.
"Just send in whoever comes out first, right?"
"Yes, hyungnim."
By rotation it should have been Eun-ha's turn, but there was still plenty of time until closing, so Jeonghun confirmed it didn't matter who we threw in. The bastard always balanced the numbers by the end of the night anyway.
Soon a laughing female voice floated down the hallway; the CCTV showed her linking arms with a customer and walking him out. I sprinted over, took the customer off her hands—Do-yeon—loaded the bastard into the elevator, then chased after her and called out.
"Do-yeon-ssi, please head straight into Room 6."
The bitch didn't hear me again... or was she pretending not to?
I closed right up behind her and repeated it.
"Do-yeon-ssi, Room 6 right away, please."
"Huh?"
She spun around so fast her ass brushed the tip of my little finger.
"Ah..."
Do-yeon let out a soft, suggestive moan and just stood there staring at me.
"D-Do-yeon-ssi... Room 6, please..."
"Yes... Manager..."
The whole thing happened so suddenly that my goddamn utility-pole cock started to swell; I barely managed to scatter the blood and stop it. Fuck, almost got embarrassed again. Why are there so many crazy bitches around here? Not that I'm complaining...
Maybe I should've just let it get fully hard and shown her the full glory of this pole once.
I was crawling back toward the counter when Pureum appeared on the feed, escorting a customer out of Room 2.
"This way, sir."
I smoothly took the customer, mashed the elevator button, shoved him in, and sent him off. When I turned my head Pureum glanced at me, looked like she might say something, then simply vanished into the girls' waiting room. I almost chased after her to ask what was wrong, but then I remembered the bastard still waiting in the customer lounge. I quickly checked Room 2 that Pureum had just left, went to the lounge, dragged the guy out, and threw him in. Then I headed for the girls' waiting room.