So, Did You Two Decide to Fuck?

I was just about to hit send on my reply when the sound of a room door opening reached me. I dropped the phone and bolted out in a flash.

With only Dambi watching the rooms, I sprinted all the way down the inner hallway, took the customer, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way.

When I turned back toward the counter, Dambi casually came crawling out holding a towel rolled up with my cum still on it.

"Did you do it with Eun-ha?"

Fucking bitch, is that what she came out to ask?

"We did it with clothes on, you know... just pretending like we were fucking?"

"Heh heh, what did Eun-ha say?"

"Seemed like she liked it... and Hyojin saw us midway, which made it even hotter, heh."

"Ah, I should've seen it too..."

"You shouldn't just watch—you should show us fucking."

"Is that so? Heh."

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"I was thinking of telling her we're dating... or actually showing her, or sending photos... I already told Hyojin earlier."

"You're such a pervert, babe."

"Hyojin said the exact same thing, heh... I'll think about it more and tell you... gotta show her us going at it hot and heavy."

"Heh, okay."

I pulled Dambi in for a light kiss and sent her off.

Then it hit me—I hurried back to the counter, unlocked my phone, and opened the chat window with Eun-ha.

I had been typing the reply when the customer showed up and I never hit send, then got completely distracted talking to that bitch Dambi and forgot all about it.

Better late than never, I finally fired off the message to Eun-ha.

The "1" vanished almost instantly and her reply came right back.

Fucking bitch, didn't she see me going crazy pounding her body earlier...?

The fucking bitch read it, but no reply came, so I just kept going.

The second Eun-ha said she liked me shoving my telephone-pole cock into her panties, I got hard in an instant. I fully erected the thing that looked ready to punch through my clothes, grabbed it through the fabric, turned on the phone camera so it would show clearly, and snapped a shot.

Then I sent the photo into the chat window with Eun-ha.

I finished booking the Habiyot session with Eun-ha and switched over to the group chat, only to find that fucking Hyojin was spamming the chat window into oblivion with rapid-fire messages.

Right then the shop phone rang. I quickly maximized the text-site window I'd minimized on the counter computer monitor, punched in the number, and the screen popped up.

Whether it was once or a hundred times, once I confirmed he was an existing member I answered right away.

I ask how long it'll take and the fucking bastard just ignores it.

I punched in 7655, the number registered as his companion, and three duplicate numbers came up, but only one of those bastards had visited on April 19th.

I clicked it. This guy had only visited about three times total and the record showed he'd never seen Kkotnim.

Something felt off. Both of them had never seen Kkotnim, yet he was asking for her? Better size him up a little.

GoodChoice was short for Good Choice, one of the local nightlife sites.

Fucking bastard even named his nick like shit.

I immediately logged into Good Choice, searched HomeRunHitter, and a few reviews plus posts begging for companions to "break through" with him came up.

That 7655 bastard had probably met him on the site too.

We didn't have any policy of discriminating against site customers or anything, but when a guy like this requested a girl he'd never even seen, accidents inside the room weren't rare, so I stayed wary.

Most of them exaggerated their reviews—claiming the girl gives great head or special service—and when they actually show up and it doesn't match, they turn into problem customers right there in the room.

I added a memo to 7655: site bastard.

Fucking bastard, just pick one instead of talking so damn much.

If he just rode random like me nothing would happen, you retarded fuck.

Kkotnim wasn't even working today, but after repeatedly watching Jeonghun take calls I'd learned the method of making it sound like we had plenty of girls and the place was running busy, so I copied it exactly.

He looked like a total piece of shit at a glance, so I snapped at him in a tone that basically said if you're not coming then fuck off.

I hung up the shop phone and flung it down roughly.

Dongpal hyung used to throw the phone like that sometimes when he took reservations—now I understood it was because of fucking bastards like this.

I pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between my lips, and quietly lit up.

In the group chat Hyojin was still frothing at the mouth, spamming nonstop, pouring every ounce of her energy into getting Eun-ha's pussy wet and horny.

If it was that fucking annoying she could just turn it off, yet that bitch Eun-ha still read every single one—what a piece of work.

She played all coy on the outside but was probably enjoying it deep down... fucking bitch.

I thought about replying, then decided to wait a bit in case that bastard from earlier called back.

The shop phone rang again. The last digits of the same bastard showed up and I answered right away.

I hung up, stood, and glanced back and forth between the reservation memo pad and the ledger.

By rotation it should be Eun-ha's turn, but the customer wanted a good-looking fucking bitch.

Among the three, Hyojin had the best face... it was past 1 a.m. and we had about two hours until closing...

No more reservations after this.

That meant this one bastard could end today's business right here.

If there had been more bookings I could've put Hyojin in first and Eun-ha after, no problem...

I thought it over for a moment, then wrote "1:10 Eun-ha" on the reservation memo.

Eun-ha was in good form lately—she could probably cook most bastards.

Her face was ordinary, sure, but factoring in that young taste she was more than passable.

I picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room and pressed 0.

"Yeah~"

It was Dambi.

"Eun-ha's got a reservation customer coming soon. Tell her to get ready."

"Yeah~"

I hung up and was about to sit when the shop phone rang again.

Last digits matched the bastard I'd just booked.

I checked the CCTV—there he was, pacing in front of the elevator with his phone out, that cock-sucking bastard.

I answered immediately.

Fucking bastard said ten minutes and showed up in one?

The bastard got on the elevator and the doors closed; I pressed the round button to bring him up.

Then I snuffed out the cigarette I'd been smoking and dashed out, hands clasped behind my back, waiting for the son of a bitch.

Soon the elevator doors opened and a young cock-sucking bastard appeared.

"This way, boss."

"Uh... who am I getting?"

Fucking bastard, if I tell you the name would you even know her, you son of a bitch?

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"Eun-ha."

"Is her face pretty?"

"Yes."

Just go in and see instead of talking so fucking much, you bastard.

I shoved the bastard into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Room 2, came back to the counter, picked up the landline to the girls' waiting room, pressed 0, and told them to have Eun-ha crawl in and suck the customer's cock in ten minutes.

Feels like this one's gonna be a problem customer... the vibe's off as fuck.

After eating enough handjob-parlor rice I'd developed a pretty good sense just from a guy's face and way of talking whether he'd turn into a problem or not.

He had that nerd look, nitpicked about everything—exactly the type of fucking bastard who, nine times out of ten, causes a scene, gets blacklisted, and ends up banned.

At that level you needed flexible girls like Dambi or Kkotnim who knew how to match a customer's mood; if a bitch like Hyojin went in it might turn into a fistfight.

But with no other calls I couldn't just refuse.

My prediction might be wrong, so I took him anyway, yet I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling. I lit a fresh cigarette and was nearly finished with it when the sound of heels came from the girls' waiting room across the counter.

I checked the CCTV—Eun-ha was swaying into Room 2 in a light-blue floral skirt dress.

The door closed and the shop fell into silence.

Please just let it pass without incident, fuck.

I took a few deep drags and stared hard at Room 2's door on the CCTV.

My bad feeling hit right on target—less than a minute after Eun-ha went in, she appeared on camera coming out with the basket.

I sprinted after her and planted myself in front of her.

She was already one step out into the hallway toward the counter.

"What did he say?"

"He wants a different girl, oppa."

"Ha... fuck, what a piece-of-shit bastard..."

"Hehe."

"Got it. Go rest."

"Yes, oppa."

I almost told her not to take it too hard, then stopped myself.

Getting rejected and swapped out was common as dirt anyway.

Unless you had a world-class hexagonal pussy like Kkotnim, even Dambi and Hyojin got rejected from time to time.

Every cock has different tastes—what can you do?

I went back to the counter, picked up the landline to the waiting room, and pressed 0.

"Yeah~"

Dambi again.

"Tell Hyojin to go into Room 2 as soon as she's ready."

"Got it."

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I hung up, flopped into the counter chair, and chain-smoked.

Fuck, the mood was good today and this piece-of-shit bastard is ruining it.

Soon the sound of heels came from the waiting room behind the counter wall. On the CCTV Hyojin appeared walking with the basket.

A moment later she entered Room 2, closed the door, and the shop fell silent again.

Among the pussies out today she had the best face, and shop-wide she was second only to Kkotnim.

If that bitch got rejected there was no need to send Dambi—just refund him and kick him out.

Luckily five minutes passed and Hyojin still hadn't come out. Only then did I relax a little and feel some breathing room.

I unlocked my phone and checked the group chat with Hyojin and Eun-ha—it was pure chaos.

That fucking bitch, no matter how shameless she was, had crammed every single sex joke imaginable into the chat.

She was in a room working anyway so ranting would get no reply; I just left it and turned the phone off.

No more reservations, just trading random bullshit over text with Dambi, when suddenly a door slammed open with a bang.

I didn't even need the CCTV—I shot out immediately and found Hyojin standing at the counter entrance, face seething.

"Blacklist that bastard."

"Ah, fuck... what happened?"

"He said I was 'meh' and wants a swap, that fucking bastard."

"It's been a while—why only now?"

"I don't know! Ugh, so annoying!"

Hyojin stomped off to the waiting room still fuming. I knocked on Room 2 and stepped inside.

The room still held that steamy heat. The cock-sucking bastard sat naked on the bed staring at me.

"Something not to your liking, boss?"

"Change the girl."

"Service started about twenty minutes ago... if you'd said so right away maybe, but now it's difficult, boss."

"Then refund me."

Is he insane, this fucking bastard?

"Refund's also difficult. The girl already did the work—how am I supposed to refund you? Looking at the time, service is almost finished."

"Then tell the girl from just now to come back in."

"Boss."

"Yes."

"If you were her, would you want to come back in? I'll ask, but she's not going to want to."

"Then what do I do?"

"Wait a moment."

I stepped out of Room 2 and headed for the girls' waiting room.

"He wants you to come back in. What do you want to do?"

I looked at Hyojin as I spoke. The fucking bitch who'd been lounging and smoking shot to her feet and stomped right up to me.

"Tell him to go fuck himself~ Ah, I already did him once, fuck~ I'm not going! I'm not going, that fucking bastard!"

"Yeah, figured as much... rest."

As expected, that bitch Hyojin refused to go back into the room. I returned to Room 2 and stepped inside.

"I talked to her—it's not happening, boss."

"Then what do I do?"

"Get dressed and come out."

"No refund, no girl swap... you're just telling me to leave?"

"Get dressed first and come out, boss."

"I don't want to."

Is this son of a bitch testing my patience?

"Boss."

"Yes."

"Like you said, I already swapped the girl once... and you got good service, right? You take everything and then demand another swap—what more am I supposed to do? You know how this works, boss. Keep pushing and you're the only one who loses."

"Are you threatening me right now?"

"You're the one threatening, boss. Tell me then... the girl doesn't want to come back in—should I force her? And if she quits over it, who's responsible?"

"That's not my problem. I paid and you're not refunding, I didn't even get to finish, and you're just telling me to leave."

"If you're gonna talk that fucking shit then it's not my problem either, you whore son of a bitch."

"What?"

"No, you fucking bastard, if I ask nicely just leave... no business ethics, no fucking business ethics... hey you fucking bastard, if you don't want to get your ass beat then put your fucking clothes on and come out, you whore human garbage trash bastard... huh? Or stay here and get beaten to death... huh? Think I'm joking?"

I clenched my fist and stepped toward the bed.

"I'm calling the police."

"You son of a bitch, you think you're a law-abiding citizen? You come here paying for pussy and then talk so fucking much because you're in a bad mood... go ahead and report it, you fucking bastard... I'll give them your number and we can both go... hey, don't even put clothes on, just report right now, want the address? Huh? You fucking bastard!"

"This place is a mess..."

"Why? Can't report because it won't work, right? Huh? You fucking piece of shit... leave a review too, I'll bury you instantly... if you think I'm joking go ahead and post one... post it, you fucking whore bastard! Huh?! Put your clothes on and get the fuck out, you fucking bastard!!"

I slammed Room 2's door shut before he could finish speaking, crawled back to the counter, lit a cigarette, and took a few deep drags. The lowlife bastard finally put his clothes on and crawled out.

"This way."

I pressed the elevator button and pressed it again before the bastard even got on, sending it away.

The cop talk made me a little nervous, but the second you roll over for a bastard like that you get branded a sucker shop and end up dealing with hundreds or thousands more of those sons of bitches, so I made the hard call.

I was sure that even if Jeonghun or Dongpal hyung had been here they would've handled it the exact same way, and I finished the cleanup with confidence.

A little later Dambi crawled out to the counter in a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Something happen?"

"Nah, why?"

"I heard a bang... I worry about you, babe."

"Nothing big... one customer said he didn't like the girl and rejected her, so I swapped, then after he took the whole service he demanded another swap... I said no, he asked for a refund, so I just told him to put his clothes on and fuck off."

"He didn't say anything? What if he tries something?"

Dambi sat down on the sofa next to the huge table like she owned the place and lit a cigarette.

I sat across from her, stuck a cigarette in my mouth, and leaned in so she could light it for me with hers like a lighter.

"He already felt like shit from the moment I took the reservation... nitpicked about everything... I only took him because there were no other calls, and sure enough he was a problem bastard... if he hadn't taken the service I would've just refunded and sent him off, but finishing everything and then throwing a fit isn't right... if I start giving in to that shit it gets hard for me and hard for you girls too... plus he's a site bastard so he'll run around spreading rumors everywhere... if he tries something, he gets what he gets."

"You're starting to look like a real manager now... when I first saw you you seemed clueless... heh."

Dambi slowly stood, sat right next to me, and pressed herself tight against my side.

"I can't go physical like the Big Boss or things could blow up... but I at least have to be able to do this much so you can work easy and trust me... right?"

"Mm~ the other girls will trust you and take care of you too, heh."

I put my hand on Dambi's shoulder and pulled her in close.

"We've got about an hour till closing, so let's just kill time here shooting the shit."

"Yeah."

Dambi's left hand slid slowly up my thigh, slipped inside my shorts and underwear, and wrapped around my telephone-pole cock.