Fuck Those Bitches, Then Fuck Me Last
"Hold up a sec."
I went over to the counter, grabbed the shop phone and my own, then dropped back onto the sofa by the massive table and spread my legs. I set both phones down on the table, reached out, and shoved my hand straight into Dambi's sweatpants. The bitch, for her part, slipped her hand right back into my shorts, grabbed that telephone-pole cock, and hauled it out into the open.
"If somebody crawls out of the waiting room right now, we're fucked."
"Heh. Weren't you the one who said you were gonna show it off anyway?"
"That was only to Hyojin… I did say I'd introduce you to Eun-ha too, but if she sees this, she's gonna lose her mind."
"Let her. We're dating anyway… what's she gonna do about it?"
"You're really okay with me doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Messing around with other girls besides you… for you it's just work, but for me it's not."
Dambi spat on my cock, locked her fist around the shaft, and started pumping faster. My fingers were already teasing through the damp forest of her pussy.
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me… you remember the motel?"
"Yeah… how the hell could I forget that?"
"Everything you did for me there… I remember every single bit of it… the way you washed me… it was the first time… the first time a man ever said those things to me…"
"First time for what… ah… washing your body and saying I understood you still had to do that stuff with customers?"
"Yeah…"
Dambi leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. Truth was, that night I'd gotten swept up in the mood and scrubbed her down until even her toes squeaked clean — something I hadn't needed to do. Ever since, the bitch got hooked on it, and now I did it every time we showered together.
"It wasn't like I hadn't thought about it before… you know, after sleeping with you… how big this thing is… how good it feels…"
Dambi cranked the speed on that telephone-pole cock even higher.
"Mm… so?"
"Any girl who's taken this once… she can never forget you… I know, because I know… even if you go after other women… I still can't forget you."
"Sounds like a compliment… or is it an insult?"
"Those two girls in the waiting room… once they take you once… they'll never forget either… you said you did it with Eun-ha earlier with your clothes still on… she'll be the same, right? She even asked you to introduce me… she knows perfectly well you've got a girlfriend, and she still can't let you go…"
"My one and only claim to fame… this cock… heh."
Dambi clamped down hard and jerked that telephone-pole cock like a maniac.
"I can't forget you either… I know you're a bastard… I know you're a piece of shit… but I like you too much… so… it's okay… baby…"
"I'm not giving my heart away… not to anyone but you… I don't think I'll ever meet another bitch like you either…"
"I won't give mine either… baby… every guy I ever met before… they all told me to quit this job… even when I was just drinking and talking with customers… not a single one of them understood… guys I met as customers… guys I met through introductions… every last one of them was the same… knowing everything and still understanding me… you're the only one… and… the only person who washed me like that and told me I wasn't dirty… that's you too… I'm so happy right now… meeting you… I love you…"
"Nngh… I'm about to cum… hey… from now on, don't you ever put the word 'dirty' in your mouth… not in front of me… got it? You fucking bitch…"
"So… you can fuck other girls… those two in the waiting room… other bitches too… I know how good this cock tastes… they'll never be able to forget you… I know because I know… fuck those bitches… and then, at the end… fuck me…"
The second Dambi finished saying she wanted me to fuck her last, she dove down and took that telephone-pole cock into her mouth. My lower body locked up for a second, and then I felt something blast up hard from my balls. The bitch shoved my cock down her throat like she meant to swallow it whole, gagging and choking as she took it to the root and caught every drop of cum.
"Hah…"
Dambi lifted her head, opened her mouth wide, and proudly showed off the load she'd caught before gulping it down in one swallow.
"Jesus… fuck, what a bitch…"
I pulled out two cigarettes, stuck one between my lips and the other between Dambi's, then flicked the lighter and lit them both.
"Feels like I was the only one who got off today… I'll make it up to you plenty when we get home."
"Pfft~ You said you were doing it with Hyojin after closing…"
"She's asleep… I'll wake her up with my cock. Heh."
"You bastard… even if you drop dead, you still won't say you're coming straight home. Heehee."
I reached out and gave Dambi's ass a smack.
"Baby, I've been curious about something… why didn't you ever get a girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend? I made you one."
"Besides me… when I asked you at the coin karaoke, you said it'd been about three years… I didn't get it then, but with something like this hanging off you, I wondered why you never made one… is it weird to ask?"
"Nah, it's not really weird… just… how do I put it… she was a little too clingy? Changed my phone, moved apartments, so… that about covers it… after that, whenever I had cash I'd hit a place like this, drain the tank, and call it done… easier on the heart that way… nothing to stress over."
Back when I was fucking my ex during the day, I'd felt something crawling through my pubic hair. I shoved the bitch off me, hauled ass to a urologist, and found out it was nothing serious — just an STD. The doctor figured it was crabs. Once I realized the bitch might've infected me with pubic lice, we agreed to focus on treatment. I spent three months getting ultrasound cock therapy and practicing my breathing exercises. Even mid-treatment, my ex kept demanding sex. I turned her down every time, but she got worse — showed up at my place, stood outside the front gate, and screamed at me to fuck her itchy pussy. That was the last straw. I decided to dump the bitch. I went dark for a few days, found a new place to live, and on D-day I changed my number and skipped town overnight. The last text I got from that bitch before I switched phones was her saying she'd shaved her pussy bare so please fuck her. After that, radio silence — and I never planned on seeing her again. No need to spell out every detail of that dark history to my current girlfriend. The upside was that the whole mess got me in the habit of getting my cock checked once a year, which is how I managed to reinvent myself as a premium-grade, clean-as-a-whistle dick.
"Heehee… so she was climbing the walls for your cock, huh… got it… I won't cling, baby…"
"It's fine… you can cling as much as you want… I'll fuck you as much as you need… wash that pussy good tonight too…"
"Okay… I'll be waiting, baby…"
Dambi leaned in for a light kiss, then disappeared into the girls' waiting room.
I sprawled out in the counter chair and checked the clock — just past two. Looked like we were going to close out clean, so I hummed a little tune, picturing a handjob from Hyojin. Then the shop phone rang, and I cursed into thin air without thinking.
You fucking bastard… if you show up early it's fine, but if you're late, fuck, that's overtime for me…
I checked the number on the shop phone and punched it into the text-lookup site. Instead of a customer history memo, all it said was Daytime Manager. What the hell — Hoyeol?
I picked up.
"Hyung-nim, it's me."
It was that horny Daytime Manager bastard.
"Yo, isn't today your day off? Why are you calling the shop phone?"
"I don't have your number, hyung-nim… I'm nearby — mind if I come up for a bit?"
"Yeah, come on. I'll send the elevator."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I hung up and waited about ten minutes. The CCTV showed the Daytime Manager bastard walking in through the building entrance. Once I confirmed he was in the elevator, I hit the round button and brought him up. A moment later the Daytime Manager bastard appeared, face already flushed like he'd had a few. He'd brought a black plastic bag stuffed full of god-knows-what.
"Good evening, hyung-nim!"
"Yo, what's the occasion?"
I forced myself up off the chair I didn't want to leave and greeted the Daytime Manager.
"I'm gonna sleep here and go straight to work, hyung-nim."
"Ah… okay…"
You fucking bastard, sleep at home if you want a real rest, for fuck's sake. I've got a room to hit with Hyojin in a bit — ah, you son of a bitch.
"Care for a quick drink?"
The bastard opened the black bag, pulled out two bottles of soju, and set them on the massive table by the counter. He lined up a pack of jerky, a bag of snacks, and a few chunks of cheese too.
"I'm still on the clock… I don't know about that."
"Come on… closing time's basically here. It's fine."
"CCTV's running. If the hyung-nims see it, we're fucked."
"It doesn't record, I don't think? I come by for a drink like this sometimes and nobody's ever said a word, hyung-nim."
The Daytime Manager bastard sprawled onto the sofa by the big table and quietly lit a cigarette. I hadn't meant to dig into it, but the CCTV talk had come up, and this bastard also thought it wasn't recording. That bumped the odds a little higher that the CCTV really didn't record. The way he said "I don't think" told me he didn't actually know either.
I grabbed the shop phone and my own, sat down across from the bastard, and quietly lit a cigarette.
"Have a drink, hyung-nim."
"Yeah."
Hoyeol stood up, held the soju bottle with both hands, and poured a shot into the paper cup in front of me.
"How many girls came in, hyung-nim? Pretty quiet, huh?"
"Three showed… Sundays are always like that."
"Yes — pour me one too, hyung-nim."
I picked up the soju bottle one-handed and poured a shot into the bastard's paper cup. We clinked cups — barely touching — then I knocked mine back and tore off a strip of jerky.
"Looks like you've already had a few… you okay?"
"Yes, hyung-nim… met some friends for a drink."
"Still, you should sleep at home… it's gotta be uncomfortable crashing here…"
"I'm used to it. I sleep fine here, hyung-nim… haha."
The bastard patted the sofa and beamed. Read the fucking room, you son of a bitch. That's why Jeonghun reamed your ass and demoted you, you rock-brained idiot.
"The hyung-nims haven't said anything, have they?"
"Nah, what's there to say… I'm the newbie."
"But you know how the shop runs by now, don't you?"
"Well, I heard it all from you… even if I dig into it, I still don't really get it… heh."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
The sound of slippers dragging came from the hallway, and a moment later Hyojin appeared at the counter in her pajamas.
"You here?"
"Oh, Hyojin~ What brings you in on a Sunday?"
Hyojin said hello to the horny Daytime Manager bastard, then shot me a sidelong look with a faint smile — the kind that said, so what are you gonna do about our room date with this guy here?
"Why are you in pajamas?"
"I was gonna sleep here… are you sleeping here too?"
"Yeah! Sleeping here and going straight to work!"
"Then I'm going home to sleep~"
The bitch shot me another look, grinned, waved, and vanished. Translation: closing's done, so go home and fuck your joj-jib.
"She could've just slept here… maybe it's because I'm around? Haha."
Yeah, you fucking bastard… you're making it awkward for me and everyone else… you son of a bitch.
I picked up the soju bottle and poured the bastard another shot. He poured one into my cup in return.
"Where's your place?"
"Near Bak-ji-rang, hyung-nim."
Hmm… not that far if you take the subway.
"Live alone?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
This place is full of solo operators… makes sense, I guess.
I downed the soju in my paper cup in one shot, and the bastard drained his too. Then the son of a bitch filled his own cup to the brim again.
"Already finished a whole bottle, hyung-nim."
"Yeah, you hold your liquor pretty well."
An alert lit up on my phone sitting on the sofa. I'd left it on silent, but a quick glance showed a message from Hyojin — saved under "Fucking Bitch." I unlocked the pattern and checked. Private chat.
I thought about leaving her on read, then snuck a look at Hoyeol's face. He looked pretty wasted…
Hoyeol downed the full paper cup of soju in one shot, cracked open another bottle, and filled it to the brim again.
"Busy, hyung-nim?"
"Nah… just checking what came in."
The bastard looked at me, then drained the soju in his cup in one go and filled it right back up. Half a bottle left now.
I killed the screen, tossed the phone onto the sofa, and poured a little soju into my own cup.
"What do you do on your days off, hyung-nim?"
"Me? Just meet friends, rest, go hit a room… same as anyone."
"Got a girlfriend?"
Hmm… I am never telling this bastard.
"Nope. Heh."
"Chasing girls is hard, right… costs a lot of money… takes a lot of time…"
The bastard suddenly dropped his head, let out a sigh like the floor was caving in, and downed the soju in his cup in one shot. Then he grabbed the bottle and polished off the remaining half in a single gulp.
"You okay?"
"Kh… yes, hyung-nim! I'm fine!"
You fucking bastard, you do not look fine… From the looks of it, he'd been throwing a fit trying to get laid and it wasn't going well. Whether the bastard got some or not was none of my business — I decided to ignore him.
"Time to start closing up. No more calls coming in."
"Yes, hyung-nim… I'm gonna have a smoke and then sleep!"
"Yeah, lie down for a bit… you look rough."
Yeah, you fucking bastard… hurry up and pass out.
I took the shop phone and my own back to the counter, pulled out the ledger and the reservation memo, and started prepping for close. It was a little early, but between this shitty situation and needing to soothe Hyojin even a little, it seemed necessary. Gotta show the bare minimum of effort if I want that handjob. Not free, of course. I told myself it was all just part of the process of fucking every last pussy.
I pulled out the cash bundles, counted out each girl's cock-sucking pay and set it aside, then checked the sales. Then I picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room and hit zero.
"Yeah~"
"Get ready to clock out."
"Got it~"
Normally I'd call Dongpal hyung-nim, but I decided to wait until around 2:50. That was the fate of the junior manager.
I quietly lit a cigarette, took a few drags, then slowly stood and glanced toward the sofa. The horny Daytime Manager bastard was already sprawled out flat, looking like he was asleep. I crept over carefully — deep snoring confirmed he was out cold. This should be fine…
I went back to the counter chair, sprawled out, unlocked my phone, and texted that fucking Hyojin.
Today Hyojin had done three jobs including that site creep from earlier, plus one Jimyeong, so her total payout was 130,000 won. If I threw her an extra 80,000 for a handjob, it'd push her over 200,000 — worth coming in for. But 130,000 alone was bound to feel light from a cock-sucking girl's point of view.
With the handjob from Hyojin locked in, I closed the phone. A moment later Dambi and Eun-ha appeared at the counter.
"Good work."
"Yeah~ You're off tomorrow, right? Me too. See you the day after~"
I handed Dambi 170,000 won and let her wave goodbye and leave. She'd knocked out four jobs including one Jimyeong, and she made a point of stressing that she was off too — fucking bitch… Wash that pussy good… until you clock in the day after tomorrow, that pussy is my house. Technically, since dawn was breaking, she'd be coming in tomorrow evening — but still.
"Good work."
"Yes, oppa~ Hehe."
I handed Eun-ha 130,000 won, stood up, leaned in, and planted a light kiss on her forehead. She flinched at the sudden move, then broke into a smile and left. Knowing I was going to fuck that pussy soon made her look even tastier.
I walked over to the girls' waiting room and handed Hyojin 210,000 won.
"Giving it to me early? You pervert bastard. Heh."
Hyojin counted the money, then looked up at me with a grin.
"Calling your Jimyeong a pervert bastard… we doing it in Room 1T again today?"
"Yeah. Heh… that way you can't throw a fit like last time. That bastard's sleeping here today too… you try anything weird and I'm calling him right away!"
"Got it, you fucking bitch… I'm hitting the convenience store. Sit in the counter chair while I'm gone."
"Okay. I want tteokbokki~ Get me the cheese tteokbokki."
"You fucking bitch…"
I gave her a light wave, took the elevator down, and stopped at the nearby convenience store for cheese tteokbokki and a bottle of soju. I nuked the tteokbokki in the microwave for two minutes, bagged it up, and headed back to the shop.
"You're sending me up right away today…"
"Oppa~ That bastard's sleeping like a fucking rock. Heh."
Hyojin pointed at the horny Daytime Manager bastard sprawled out snoring on the sofa and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Take this and go wait inside. I'll call hyung-nim and then come."
"You haven't closed out yet? Chicken~"
Hyojin grabbed the bag I'd given her and vanished. I sat in the counter chair, double-checked the sales one more time, called Dongpal hyung-nim to report that we'd closed out, and hung up. Then I opened the fire extinguisher cabinet by the elevator, stashed the money deep inside, and headed for the girls' waiting room where Hyojin was waiting.