You Fucking Bitch, When Are You Gonna Let Me Fuck You?
"Good evening, hyung-nim!"
"Oh, you still haven't clocked out?"
Stepping off the elevator and into the counter area, that horny bastard of a daytime manager greeted me like we were old pals. He looked full of energy today—must've had something good happen. Probably finally got some pussy. Not my problem either way. I ignored him and turned my head, and there were Big Boss and Dongpal-hyung at the counter.
"Good evening, hyung-nim."
"Yeah. Dinner?"
"I'll have the spicy pork."
"You order it."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Dongpal-hyung handed me the shop phone, and I dialed the number saved under the rice-bowl place.
"Order two extra mackerel."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I'd gotten up late today after pounding Dambi. The fucking bitch hadn't even done her makeup—just rinsed off with water and caught a taxi over. I'd already known about one mackerel order in advance, but apparently one of the cunts already on shift hadn't managed to eat either. I ordered one spicy pork and two mackerel from the rice-bowl place, hung up, and stood waiting with my hands clasped behind my back.
Jeonghun still hadn't shown up for work. I glanced over the reservation memo and the ledger—Hyeona, Hyojin, Eun-ha, Dambi, in that order. There was a designated request booked for Dambi at eight. I pulled out my phone and pinged the group chat with Dambi, Eun-ha, and Hyojin about the eight o'clock jimyeong. The landline would call them when the customer showed anyway, but it was a little courtesy for the fucktoys I'd already claimed.
"Take it."
Big Boss kept his eyes glued to the monitor and stuck out his hand. I looked down—a wad of bills folded in half. Fucking guy... could've at least stuck it in an envelope.
"Thank you, hyung-nim."
"Starting next month, it's one-fifty."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
The second payday I'd been waiting for.
"Count it."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I flipped through the bills one by one and came up with exactly one hundred twenty. "That's right, hyung-nim."
Big Boss shut his mouth and went back to getting his ass handed to him at internet poker. Next month would make three months on the job, and he was finally bumping my pay. Thirty all at once... with the daily stipend thrown in, it'd be just under one-eighty. Eight hours of work for that much wasn't half bad.
A single beep from the alarm. I checked the CCTV—Nabi and Do-yeon were riding up. I walked over and hit the round button. A moment later the elevator doors opened and the two cunts stepped out.
"Hello."
Our eyes met, so I greeted them first. Big Boss, still glued to his internet poker game and getting thoroughly wrecked, flung up a hand and gave a little beckoning flick. Come here. Nabi and Do-yeon approached the counter. Big Boss dug a wad of bills out of his pocket and handed it to Nabi, eyes still locked on the monitor.
"When you're done, take Jeonghun and Jinsik out for a meal."
"......Okay."
Nabi shot me a sidelong glance, then spun on her heel and vanished down the hallway with Do-yeon.
"You should have the job down by now... go get some tips from that one."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"If any fucked-up shit comes up, ask Jeonghun or her. They'll fill you in."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Big Boss zipped his mouth shut. A moment later the alarm beeped again. On the CCTV, the old lady was holding up a tray with newspaper draped over it. I hit the round button and bolted out. When the elevator doors opened I reached out and took the tray from her.
"I'll go eat, hyung-nim."
Dongpal-hyung gave a slight nod of permission. Tray in hand, I headed for the girls' waiting room. A racket of noisy bullshit stabbed at my eardrums. That horny daytime-manager bastard was planted on the threshold, running his mouth with the girls.
"Ah! Let me take that, hyung-nim!"
He jumped up, grabbed the newspaper-covered tray, and carried it inside. I followed him in. Hyeona was laying out the table. Dambi stood up and came over. The daytime manager set the tray down and cleared out back to the counter. I parked myself across from Hyeona and Dambi.
"Just a sec."
I hadn't said a word, but Dambi got up again, went to the fridge, and came back with an Americano for me.
"Here."
"Yeah, thanks."
I looked her over—full makeup. She'd clearly been hard at it. I quietly worked my chopsticks and spoon and put away the meal, trading idle bullshit with the two cunts sitting across from me as I cleaned my plate.
The toilet flushed in the waiting-room bathroom, the door opened, and Eun-ha crawled out. Spotting me, she gave a little smile and a nod; I returned it. As always, she had on a yellow crop top that made her tits pop and a pair of denim shorts. She sprawled out in the corner of the waiting room, pulled a summer blanket over her stomach, and started hammering away at her phone.
Come to think of it, that bitch's period should be about over...
She still hadn't said anything, so I left it alone. I'd ask her myself later if the timing worked out. Worst case, I'd just ask straight-up in the fucktoy group chat. Give me that pussy.
The waiting room was buzzing—cunts busy prepping to suck dick—so I focused on finishing my food. Once I'd scraped the bowl clean I got up, parked myself on the threshold, and quietly lit a cigarette. I took a hit of the Americano Dambi had given me and smoked, and it was pure honey. When the cigarette was done I turned on the faucet at the kitchen sink in the waiting room, rinsed, shut it off, and tossed the butt in the trash.
I turned to grab the tray again and found Hyeona already coming out with it.
"Oppa, here."
"Yeah."
I took the tray from her and headed out into the hallway. Still needed to work on that fucking bitch too... Having already sweet-talked Eun-ha into a bang session at some undetermined future date, my eyes kept drifting to the other cunts. Plenty of pussy left to claim.
I passed down the hallway and came back out to the counter. I was standing there after hitting the elevator button when I heard Jeonghun's voice. The guy who always came in early was finally acting human and showing up a little late today. I rode the elevator down, left the tray at the building entrance on the first floor, and came back up.
Big Boss and Dongpal-hyung were still planted there with no sign of leaving. No choice but to stand with my hands behind my back and grind it out.
Past nine, Pureum clocked in, and the clock was racing toward ten. Big Boss and Dongpal-hyung still hadn't given a single thought to Jeonghun's legs or mine and just kept sitting there. Then something off showed up on the CCTV.
"Hyung-nim."
I spoke while looking at Dongpal-hyung. When the bastard glanced over, I pointed a fingertip at the CCTV feed covering the building entrance. Dongpal-hyung turned his head and looked. On the entrance feed, two uniformed cops and one dick of a guy were hanging around. Dongpal-hyung stared hard at that screen.
A moment later the shop phone rang. On the CCTV, the young dick was holding a phone to his ear too. Jeonghun picked up the shop phone, got Big Boss's okay, and pulled up the text-lookup site. He punched in the number—site handle (GoodCho), nickname HomerunHitter, saved as blacklisted. That fucking bastard. Jeonghun's eyes flicked between the CCTV and the shop phone. It looked like the same shithead who'd gotten tossed on Sunday when I was working alone—the one who'd fucked around with Eun-ha and then Hyojin back-to-back.
"Hyung-nim, I think this is the guy calling."
"Who the fuck is this asshole?"
Big Boss checked the memo up on the monitor, then stood and looked us over one by one.
"Customer from two Sundays ago, hyung-nim."
I had no choice but to answer.
"Something happen?"
"Yes, hyung-nim... He'd only been once, and he asked for Kkotnim, so I told him she was fully booked."
"And?"
"Something felt off, so I asked how he knew about her. He said he saw it on the site, so I made a note and took the reservation."
"Keep talking."
Big Boss dropped into the counter chair, quietly lit a cigarette, glanced at Dongpal-hyung and Jeonghun, then looked at the CCTV.
"That guy?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
The shop phone that had been ringing forever finally cut off, then rang again a moment later. Jeonghun hit the button and put it on silent.
"Eun-ha went in first and bounced. Then Hyojin went in."
"And?"
"She was in there a while, then came out and asked me to blacklist him. I went in and he wanted a different girl."
"Fucking piece of shit."
"I told him there were no other girls and sent him packing, hyung-nim... He'd already gotten the full service and still wanted a swap."
I left out that I'd asked Hyojin and that she'd refused to go back in.
"Wipe that bastard's whole memo and leave only the blacklist."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun got Big Boss's okay, deleted every note on the shithead, and left only the blacklist mark.
"They're coming up, hyung-nim."
Dongpal-hyung said it while watching the CCTV. The two uniformed cops and the dick were on the elevator. Any second the doors would open, they'd step off, and show up on the fourth-floor motel entrance camera.
"Kill the music."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun moved the mouse and shut off the music player. Instant silence swallowed the shop. There were still three customers and three girls working rooms in T. On the fourth-floor motel entrance feed, the two uniformed cops and the dick who'd been hanging around vanished from the CCTV. Big Boss and Dongpal-hyung chain-smoked and watched the situation.
Out of nowhere came the sound of someone pounding on the heavy steel door beside the elevator. At the same time, the CCTV caught Hyojin coming out of a room in T2, linking arms with her customer and walking him out. I carefully went over, took the john off her hands, and dumped him in the customer waiting room. The elevator probably didn't matter, but I did it anyway. Hyojin must have sensed something was off—she poked her head out of the hallway toward the counter and looked over. Our eyes met and I gestured.
"What is it?"
Hyojin whispered in a mosquito voice.
"Cops outside."
"Fuck."
She seemed to get that this was no time to mouth off and bolted for the girls' waiting room. I was heading back to the counter when the shop phone's ring tore through the dead-silent shop. Jeonghun hurriedly flipped it back to silent.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The pounding on the heavy steel door got rougher. I worried for a second they might actually break through. It looked solid enough, but from what the daytime manager bastard had said before, there were gaps. They didn't seem to have brought any door-breaching gear, though, so it didn't look like they'd come to raid the place. Suffocating tension hung over the counter as Big Boss and Dongpal-hyung blew smoke and stared at the steel door.
A little later the pounding stopped, and the two cops and the dick reappeared on the first-floor entrance CCTV. They seemed to talk about something, then crossed the parking lot and disappeared completely from view.
"That everything you said earlier?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Big Boss took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air.
"Eun-ha and Hyojin on shift?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Call them out for a second."
"Yes, hyung-nim... I'll send the waiting-room customer down first."
"Yeah."
I went to the customer waiting room, loaded the guy who'd been cooling his heels in the back onto the elevator, and got rid of him. Then I came back to the counter, picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room, and hit zero.
"Yeah."
Hyojin.
"Come out with Eun-ha for a minute. Big Boss wants to see you."
"Why?"
"Just come out."
I hung up and waited with my hands behind my back. A little tense. If Hyojin ran her fucking mouth about something useless, the fallout could hit me.
A moment later Eun-ha and Hyojin came out to the counter in their floor outfits.
"Sit over there."
Dongpal-hyung spotted the two bitches and told them to sit on the sofa by the big table. Big Boss looked at Dongpal-hyung; he nodded, then walked over toward the two of them with his hands behind his back. I swallowed and watched Dongpal-hyung and the two bitches. Dongpal-hyung sat down across from them and quietly lit a cigarette.
Suddenly a door opened in the hallway. I checked the CCTV—Dambi was seeing a customer out. I sprinted over, took the customer off her hands, loaded him on the elevator, and got rid of him. Normally I'd manage things so a girl who'd just done a room wouldn't cross paths with another girl, but there was no helping it. I came back and stood at the counter.
"You remember the customer from two Sundays ago?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
Hyojin and Eun-ha answered at the same time and shot me a sidelong glance.
"What'd he say?"
"The second I walked in he asked for a different girl."
Eun-ha answered Dongpal-hyung's question. Not like that bitch had much to do with any of this...
"He got the full service and still asked to switch girls, Uncle."
Hyojin opened her mouth first. That matched what I'd said.
"You come straight out? Jinsik not tell you to go back in?"
Dongpal-hyung took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air. Hyojin glanced at me, then turned her head.
"I said I didn't want to."
Dongpal-hyung looked at me and gestured. Come here. I walked over and stood in front of him.
"He ask for a refund?"
Dongpal-hyung stared straight through me as he spoke.
"Yes, hyung-nim... I told him no refunds."
"Mm... nothing else?"
"Yes, hyung-nim... He was running his mouth pretty hard, so we went back and forth a few times."
"He curse at you?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Why."
"He said he'd report us to the cops, so I cussed him out some."
"He cussed out the manager, that bastard."
Hyojin jumped in.
"You see it?"
Dongpal-hyung stared hard at Hyojin.
"Yes. He cussed at the manager and grabbed him by the collar."
Suddenly she was talking complete bullshit. That wasn't it at all. He'd asked for a different girl, I said no, he wanted a refund, I said no refunds, and we'd argued—that was it. Looking at the situation alone, I was the one who'd clenched my fist, half-threatened him, and run him off.
"He hit you?"
"What? No, hyung-nim, he didn't hit me."
"Alright, fine... you two go on in."
"Yes."
"Yes."
Eun-ha and Hyojin stood up, shot me a sidelong look, and disappeared into the girls' waiting room. I went back to the counter with Dongpal-hyung.
"Something like that happens, you call your hyungs, huh? You take a beating like a fucking retard?"
Big Boss locked eyes with me in a pissed-off voice.
"What? Yes, hyung-nim... I didn't get hit."
"You fucking idiot! If he grabbed your collar, you got hit, huh?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"You take a beating and it makes your hyung look like shit, you fuck."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Anyway, you took some shit. It's nothing major, so never take that bastard again."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Let's hit the sauna."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Big Boss rode the elevator down with Dongpal-hyung and left. Thankfully I'd wrapped it up without catching any real hell. But why the fuck had that bitch lied?
I rewound what Hyojin and I had talked about in the girls' waiting room after that room last time. By her own words, telling it straight would've made her look bad... The point was that I hadn't browbeaten Hyojin—who'd refused to go back in—into taking it, just felt the situation out and told the customer to leave. She'd said Jeonghun and Dongpal-hyung would hate it if they found out the whole story... So she'd thrown up a little shield for me, huh. Guess I owed her one. Fuck.
Jeonghun sat in the counter chair, stuck a cigarette in his mouth, and held one out to me. Then he flicked the lighter and lit it. The first thing Jeonghun did was turn the music player back on. A girl-group track started flowing quietly through the shop that had been drowned in silence.
"You can tell me, hyung-nim."
"Yeah. I figured it was nothing, but it got bigger than I thought."
"You do this job long enough, plenty of fucked-up shit comes up, hyung-nim... The other hyungs I get—they're hard to talk to—but tell me, at least."
"Yeah. I will from now on."
"We're doing a meal with Nabi and Do-yeon after, so talk to them a bit too."
"Yeah."
So Jeonghun was coming to the dinner as well. Probably figured that since they were the top cunts in the shop, getting strategically friendly made the work easier. Since joining Eden I'd gotten on speaking terms with most of the girls and even fucked a few, but Nabi and Do-yeon were somehow hard to deal with. Do-yeon at least seemed to have some designs on me—there'd been a few charged moments—but that was as far as it went. Nabi looked deeply tied to Big Boss, so every time I ran into her it felt as hard as dealing with him.
I dropped into the mesh chair and smoked.
Past one in the morning, and even on a weekday seven cunts were filing into rooms nonstop. Every night-shift girl was out except Kkotnim and Mi-ho. Once we cleared this current four-man group, the rest of the bookings looked loose. I dumped all the customers into rooms and headed for the girls' waiting room.
Eun-ha had come out of a room and was brushing her teeth at the waiting-room kitchen sink. Inside, Dambi was parked in a seat smoking.
"In ten minutes—Dambi to T5, Eun-ha to T3."
"Okay."
"Yes, oppa."
The cunt I'd already fucked and the cunt I was going to fuck answered at the same time. I was about to head back to the counter when the smooth thighs under Eun-ha's one-piece dress scrambled my eyes. My dick went hard so fast it felt like it might punch through my shorts. I stepped up behind Eun-ha while she brushed her teeth and lightly hiked up the dress. Panties with a cute character on them came into view, and I rubbed my telephone-pole cock into the cleft of her ass.
I felt eyes on me and turned my head—Dambi was watching while she smoked.
"Your period over yet? When are you gonna give me that pussy?"
Eun-ha cranked the faucet hard and rinsed her mouth. I grabbed her ass like I was taking her from behind, pulled her back, and rolled my hips.
"Oppa..."
"You fucking bitch, when are you gonna let me fuck you?"
Dambi crossed the threshold, came over, and grabbed my cock through my clothes—straining like it was about to tear out of my shorts. Then she rubbed it against the crotch of Eun-ha's panties.