World-Class Pussy

The elevator doors slid open and I stepped out toward the counter, where Jeonghun was taking reservation calls. He waved me over the second he spotted me — looked like he was getting buried.

He jabbed a finger at the reservation memo and barked an order to haul the two girls waiting in the guest lounge up to Rooms 2 and 5. I moved immediately, dumped the clients in their rooms, and hustled back to the counter to keep grinding.

I was tearing through the chaos when the phone in my shorts started ringing. I pulled it out — Dongpal.

I picked up right away.

"Yes, hyung-nim."

"Once Pureum closes out, grab the money and come downstairs. Bring her shoes too."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

The call cut off. I told Jeonghun I needed Pureum's cock-sucking money and he immediately pulled out a bundle of bills and handed it over. I folded the stack in half, shoved it into the back pocket of my shorts, and headed for the girls' waiting room to check the shoe cabinet.

In the waiting-room kitchen, fucking Hyojin had just come out of a room and was furiously brushing her teeth like the toothbrush had personally wronged her.

"Hey. You know where Pureum's shoes are?"

"Mmmph."

"The fuck, bitch... I can't hear you."

"Mmmph!"

The damn girl scrunched up her face, shoved past me, yanked a pair of heels out of the shoe cabinet, and shoved them into my hands. I was about to walk off when the irritating little shit pissed me off enough that I gave her ass a squeeze and then bolted at full speed.

"Ack! You fucking pervert!"

Hyojin's voice exploded through the shop loud enough to shake the walls, and I flinched hard.

Fucking bitch... Jeonghun definitely heard that...

I crept back out to the counter. Luckily the music must have drowned it out, because Jeonghun was just sitting quietly in the counter chair, smoking.

"Gonna go drop this off with hyung-nim."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

I rode the elevator down, stepped out at the building entrance, and lit up a Houss. Without thinking I glanced down at Pureum's heels in my hand and something looked off.

Aren't these heels about to fall the fuck off?

The fronts looked fine, but the backs were worn down to white scuffs all over. The heels themselves were hanging on by a thread, ready to snap off any second.

Girl makes decent money — you'd think she could spring for one new pair of shoes...

I was staring at the heels, lost in random thoughts, when hyung-nim's Santa Fe rolled into view. Instead of pulling into the parking lot, he just laid on the horn.

Son of a bitch... could've driven a little closer to pick this shit up.

I had no choice. I flicked the cigarette wherever and sprinted over, handing hyung-nim the heels and the cock-sucking money.

"Pureum's off for the night."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

"And I gave your number to her little sister."

"Huh? Yes, hyung-nim."

"Says she's anemic, so keep an eye on her. Anything happens, contact the little sister."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

"She'll call you soon. Pick up and don't let anything go sideways."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

"I'm dropping Pureum off at home, then heading in."

"Yes, hyung-nim. Take care."

I bowed a full ninety degrees toward Dongpal and waited until he was completely gone before turning back.

Fucking asshole. Who the hell hands out my number without asking?

A hundred percent chance he just didn't want to deal with it himself and dumped it on me. Getting my number taken by a hot little piece of ass wasn't exactly a complaint — but if that mouth of hers ran off and word got out that Pureum sucks dick for a living, I'd be the only one fucked.

Shit... this wasn't pure good news.

I went back to the counter, dropped my ass into the mesh chair, and sprawled out. A little later, an unknown number called. Had to be Pureum's little sister.

"Gonna take this real quick."

"Yes, hyung-nim."

I grabbed my phone, stepped into the bathroom next to the counter, and answered.

Pureum's voice came through faintly in the background.

The call ended. Friday night was nowhere near over, so I headed straight back to the counter.

Handsome oppa... in twenty-eight years of living, I was pretty sure that was a first. Getting that kind of compliment from a girl with a face that fine — my self-esteem shot right up. I'd heard my dick was handsome more times than I could count, but my actual face?

I caught myself smiling, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. Pure honey.

I'd forced a "you're handsome" out of Dambi before too, but that had been pure courtesy. This girl's voice, though — that had real sincerity in it.

I kept grinding until past three in the morning before the calls finally died down enough for me to drop into the mesh chair. I unlocked my phone and shot Dambi a text.

I killed the screen and quietly lit another cigarette.

I'd already seen some prime pussy at the ER... and pretty soon I was meeting a brand-new one. I'd only managed to fuck one girl from the shop so far, but working in a pussy field meant I just kept getting tangled up with more of them.

Taking the job at Eden was looking like one of the best decisions I'd ever made.

After closing, I sent all the girls home and rode the elevator down with Jeonghun. Do-yeon had said she was sleeping at the shop tonight, so I went to drop off her money and found her already dead to the world.

Jeonghun and I shared a cigarette at the building entrance, then split. I headed for the intersection near the main road to meet Dambi, and we caught a taxi.

"Sanggeum Four-Way, please."

Dambi gave the destination and the cab pulled out. We traded bullshit for about ten minutes until we arrived, got out, and walked maybe a minute before Dambi stopped.

"She's coming out. Let's smoke."

"Yeah. What is this place, anyway?"

The building where Dambi had stopped looked completely out of place compared to everything around it. The first floor was ordinary enough — a real estate office, a convenience store — but the second, third, and fourth floors had no signs at all. The exterior finish was modern and clean.

"It's the bar I used to work at."

"No sign?"

"I told you. Membership only... you can't get in without registering... even your guests have to get vetted."

"Jesus..."

Eden put on a show of screening people too — asking dumb shit like whether you'd ever been to a handjob parlor when booking a group reservation — but this place was clearly on another level. In other words: no riffraff allowed.

Dambi and I were sharing a smoke when a single piece of ass stepped out of the building.

"Unnie~"

"You're early."

An unfamiliar voice. I looked over — and just like the first time I'd laid eyes on Kkotnim, a sculpted fucking goddess with a halo around her filled my vision. The first thing that hit me was how impossibly small and delicate her face was, then the long light-brown hair... the razor-thin jawline... a body line that looked like it'd been carved by hand...

Everything about her was so perfect it called Kkotnim to mind. A genuine world-class pussy.

She even looked younger than Dambi, and yet Dambi was calling her unnie... Dambi didn't look old, either. This girl just looked abnormally young. If she put her mind to it, she could pass for early twenties no problem.

"This him?"

"Yeah."

Both bitches suddenly looked at me and started talking, and I didn't know what to do with myself. The world-class pussy walked right up, rolled her eyes over me, and gave me a full once-over from head to toe.

Up close, she might've even had Kkotnim beat. Not quite "flawless enough to call airbrushed," but her face was so clean and pure white it almost felt alien — not a single blemish anywhere.

"Hello. Nice to meet you."

"Hello. Cute. Little thug piece of shit."

"Excuse me?"

"Unnie~"

"Let's go."

Dambi slid in beside me, linked her arm through mine, and whispered in my ear.

"Unnie's always like that, so just ignore it, babe..."

"Yeah... still fucking annoying though. Calls me a thug the second she sees me..."

I walked alongside Dambi, following the world-class pussy, and a moment later a beep-beep sounded. She climbed into a car and I was about to drop my ass in the back seat when I noticed the ride looked seriously high-end. I stepped around to the rear bumper and checked — Audi A8.

A bitch who pours drinks for a living, driving a car this expensive. As a guy who hoofed it and rode the bus, I felt myself shrink a little as I settled in next to Dambi.

But fucking hell — she pours drinks for a living. Had she been drinking?

Ah, goddamn it... even that knife-scarred bastard drove drunk. Guess anyone rolling expensive cars is just like this.

The car pulled out and soft music filled the cabin.

"No car?"

I didn't realize she was talking to me and blanked, so Dambi jabbed me in the side with her finger.

"No."

"At your age, what the hell have you been doing? So you just walk everywhere? Pathetic."

"...I'm gonna start making money and live properly from now on."

I swallowed the string of curses climbing up my throat and forced my mouth open into a soft answer. Her mouth was rough as hell, but she wasn't exactly wrong.

"By leeching off a woman? I hear you're shacking up. What a load of shit. Little thug piece of shit... where the hell did you dig up this bum? I'm disappointed."

"Unnie... he treats me really well. Don't be so harsh."

I'd never been humiliated like this in my life. And the world-class pussy was laying into me with point after point that was dead-on accurate, so all I could do was keep my mouth zipped shut.

"You don't even date guys without cars, do you? You like him that much?"

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"Yeah, unnie..."

Dambi linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder.

Hold on. This ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠girl doesn't fuck guys without cars?

Shit. Felt good and felt like shit at the same time.

"He doesn't suit you at all... still, I'm curious."

"Heehee..."

Dambi laughed and the world-class pussy let out a little snort of amusement too. Good thing I'd kept my mouth shut and held my temper.

The car stopped soon after. Dambi and I got out while the world-class pussy drove off to park.

"This the place?"

"Yeah, babe... you were pissed, right? I'm sorry."

"Nah. She wasn't wrong about any of it... whatever... I should make some money and at least get a used car... I didn't know... that you don't date guys without cars."

"No, you don't have to buy one... if you need one, I'll get it for you."

"Trying to turn me into a real thug piece of shit, huh... don't embarrass me, fuck."

"Okay, babe... heehee."

A sign for what looked like a specialty beef restaurant sat right in front of us. We waited a bit until the world-class pussy joined us, and the three of us went inside. She'd apparently made a reservation — we were led to a floor-seating private room, where Dambi and I sat together and the world-class pussy took the seat across from us.

A short while later, raw Hanwoo beef, side dishes, and what looked like expensive traditional premium liquor were set out. Dambi poured a round into each of our glasses.

I was about to pick up my glass when the world-class pussy dumped the drink sitting in front of her straight into the ashtray.

"Pour me one, thug piece of shit."

Fucking bitch... that crossed a line.

Dambi looked completely lost, glancing between me and the world-class pussy with anxious eyes. I swallowed the curses climbing my throat one more time and stood up. Then I picked up the traditional premium liquor bottle with both hands and poured a glass for the world-class pussy.

The only reason I was burning every last drop of patience I had was for Dambi. If I flipped the table and started cussing here, she'd be the one in a world of trouble.

Thankfully, she didn't dump the drink I'd poured. The world-class pussy threw it back in one shot. I sat back down in my original seat, lightly clinked glasses with Dambi, and knocked one back.

"You picked a good one this time."

"Right, unnie?"

Out of nowhere the world-class pussy's face completely softened and she tossed out what sounded like a compliment. Color flooded back into Dambi's face and she broke into a bright smile.

"This girl never introduces me to her guys... I've sent her a few myself, you know..."

"Heehee, I wasn't gonna introduce him either, but unnie said she really wanted to see him..."

"Ah, right..."

"You can drop the formal speech... you heard my name? Kim Ji-yeon, thirty... that makes me your noona, doesn't it?"

"Huh? Uh..."

"I said you can drop it."

"Uh, noona..."

"I hear you're that good at fucking? That's why I said I'd meet you... if it's true, I might give it a try myself."

"Unnie... I, I haven't told him yet."

The deadly serious atmosphere suddenly ignited. Fucking? The world-class pussy was spitting dry words out of those dead-fish eyes with a blank expression, and I still couldn't read what was going on inside her head.

Was this another test?

"What about you? Don't you want to fuck me?"

The sudden question ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠threw me. My fucktoy was sitting right next to me — I couldn't exactly say hell yeah I wanna rail you, you fucking bitch...

"I'm horny for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it, but I'm not exactly dying to, noona... I've got my fucktoy right here, and my dick belongs to Yeong-eun... get her permission... if you want a taste."

"Pfft."

"Babe, did you just say fucktoy..."

"It's true though. My fucktoy... from the way she's talking, sounds like you already told her everything... my dick is Yeong-eun's, isn't it? You only fuck with her permission, right?"

"This is fun. You... you tell me. Can I fuck him?"

The world-class pussy looked at Dambi as she spoke. Dambi glanced back and forth between me and her, flustered and scrambling.

"If you say no, I won't. Speak freely, Yeong-eun."

"Babe..."

"Just don't give an answer you'll regret..."

"Let me think a second..."

"Heh... alright."

"Pfft. You don't want to give me to her? Fine... then I won't take a bite either."

Dambi kept turning her head this way and that, looking troubled, her mouth sealed shut. A little later a beef hot pot arrived, and some kid who looked like a restaurant busboy grilled up a plate of meat before disappearing.

We drained our glasses, shoveled grilled beef and hot pot into our mouths, and I gorged myself for the first time in a while. Every so often I glanced at the world-class pussy's face and got a proper eyeful. The more I looked, the more delicious she looked.

Being born with a dick, a man ought to fuck a girl like that at least once...

"You were just thinking about fucking me, weren't you?"

"Huh? Uh, well..."

What the fuck is with this bitch... does she have some kind of mind-reading ability?

"Babe, you're panicking so hard it looks completely real."

"Ah..."

I spun my middle-school dropout brain trying to come up with an answer, but nothing decent came to mind.

"You think you're the first punk like you I've seen?"

"You're right, noona... just now I was thinking I wanted to fuck you like a goddamn dog."

Dambi grabbed my arm and squeezed. The world-class pussy snorted like she was entertained and looked at me.

"I have no intention of getting fucked by a loser."

"You heard it from Yeong-eun, but I'm fucking incredible in bed... want me to show you? If you like what you see, give me a round, noona."

"Babe..."

"You want to do it here?"

"Yeah. When I'm railing my fucktoy, what does the location matter... just answer the question properly... noona."

"Go ahead, then."

The world-class pussy pulled out a cigarette, quietly lit it, and watched. I slowly stood up, looked her dead in the eye, and stripped off my short-sleeve tee, shorts, underwear, and even my socks, tossing everything onto the floor.

My throbbing telephone pole of a cock pointed straight at the ceiling, unveiled right in front of the world-class pussy's eyes.

"Cute."

"I haven't even started yet."

I smirked at her, then pulled a flustered, bright-red-faced Dambi up to her feet.

"Strip, Yeong-eun."

"Babe..."

Dambi looked back and forth between me and the world-class pussy, completely lost.

"We already agreed to put on a show in front of the girls on Sunday anyway, right? Think of it as practice... strip. Now."

Dambi let out a long sigh and started taking off her clothes. She peeled off her sleeveless top and unhooked her bra, then slid out of her white skinny jeans and panties.

"Socks too."

The bitch pulled off her socks, and right there in front of the watching world-class pussy, the two of us stood naked and ready to go at it. I spread both arms, hooked one of her legs over each, locked into a full carrying position, and lined my cock up with her pussy hole.