Mm... Here Too...
“Already wet...”
“Yeah, fucking bitch.”
“Haa... Oppa...”
The wet patch was plain as day on the panty-covered pussy my telephone-pole cock was grinding against. Dambi grabbed my cock right through the clothes and jabbed it against that soaked spot. Eunha’s ass rocked.
“Spit it out, we’re short on time... When are you gonna let me fuck this pussy?”
I drove my telephone-pole cock hard against her ass from behind like I was already mounting her doggy-style.
“Ha... Shall we do it today, Oppa?”
Eunha peered up at me with those lewd eyes.
“Period’s over, huh? Fucking bitch... You said you were on the rag?”
“That was too much... Mm?”
Dambi shoved her hand straight into my shorts and underwear, fishing out my telephone-pole cock that was already drooling precum. Then she guided Eunha’s arm and planted her hand right on it.
Crazy fucking bitch.
“Look at it twitching... Looks like it wants to fuck Eunha’s pussy...”
“Haa... Sorry, Oppa.”
“Forget it. So I can fuck you whenever? Gotta get back to work, so we’ll talk on chat.”
“Yes, Oppa.”
I peeled Eunha’s hand off my cock where she’d been holding and stroking it. Then I poured every ounce of willpower into dispersing the heat that had gathered there until it finally subsided. When I glanced at Dambi, her lips were curled up and her face was flushed pink. Day by day the bitch was turning into more of a pervert.
I headed back to the counter where Jeonghun was waiting and dropped my ass into the mesh chair. Stuck a cigarette between my lips and lit it quiet. Picked up my phone and opened the group chat. Thought about suggesting we fuck today, then remembered the company dinner scheduled after closing. Tomorrow was Friday night, too...
Hmm... tough call. After turning it over I decided Sunday, when I’d be working alone, was the right move.
A moment later the read count dropped from three to one. Hyojin was off sucking dick so she couldn’t check. Since the bitches would be heading in to suck cock any second, I just locked in the reservation and killed the phone. With that, the date for the fuck session was set. Right in front of my first fucktoy Dambi, I was going to drive my cock into Eunha’s pussy and make her my second fucktoy. If we closed early tomorrow or the day after, I might even move the pussy-fucking date up.
A little later the door opened. I checked the CCTV and saw Hyojin seeing a customer out of Room 8. I slipped down the hallway, took the customer off her hands, loaded him into the elevator and sent him packing, then bolted for the girls’ waiting room. Dambi and Eunha were heading out with baskets to go suck cock. I traded lewd looks with the pair of bitches and went over to Hyojin.
“Smoke one and head straight into Room 1.”
“Fuck, more reservations after that?”
“The fucktoy bitches are fully booked... but nothing’s locked for you yet.”
“Heh, so Eunha’s a fucktoy now too?”
“Yeah. Anyway... thanks for covering for me earlier.”
“I didn’t do it for your sake, you know?”
Hyojin looked at me with her toothbrush in hand.
“I know, fucking bitch... Still, thanks.”
The fucking bitch ignored me and kept brushing. Thinking I ought to reward her, I reached out and stroked her ass. She slapped my hand away right off, but luckily she didn’t cuss me out. Fucking bitch, I’ll pay that debt back by fucking you.
I quietly returned to the counter and got back to grinding.
At two o’clock Pureum, dressed in a women’s suit, finished getting ready to clock out and drifted over to the counter.
“Good work. Can you come in tomorrow?”
“Yes. Good work... Manager... Oppa.”
Jeonghun handed her the cock-sucking money and Pureum smiled bright as she said goodbye.
“Your color’s better than before. Good work.”
Ever since she’d collapsed and gotten hauled to the ER while grinding, Dongpal-hyungnim had issued a special order: ignore every other pussy and make sure Pureum alone got one session and a ten-minute break no matter if it was Friday night or a weekday. He’d even added some bullshit about how she never showed when she was struggling, so if she looked ready to drop we could pull her for thirty minutes.
“Yes. Take care.”
Pureum waved and disappeared into the elevator. From the looks of it her body had always been a little weak and she lived with anemia. Something about her felt pitiful, almost sorry. Especially when I thought about that bitch’s little sister... that fine-faced girl. After cranking my middle-school dropout brain I figured both pussies I’d seen on the pair’s phone wallpaper were the little sister. One of them looked in really bad shape, so I could roughly guess why she was working two jobs. The fine-faced one looked twenty at most, so she couldn’t be much help around the house. Feeding a little sister on the brink of collapse and another who’d barely shed her underage skin all by herself had to be brutal. Parents not around? Well, not my problem to worry about. I’d save that heavy bullshit for when Pureum’s pussy and my telephone-pole cock met and the juices started dripping through the gap.
Time rolled on to three-thirty and Jeonghun started prepping to close. He counted the bills and laid out the cock-sucking money for each pussy on the desk. Then he picked up the shop phone and dialed somewhere.
“Yes, hyungnim... seven girls... fifty-one sessions... thirteen designated... one million three hundred eighty thousand won... Yes... Yes... Go ahead, hyungnim.”
Jeonghun bowed ninety degrees into empty air, then put the shop phone back. He peeled two ten-thousand-won bills from the stack, slipped one into his own pocket and handed me the other. Pretty solid numbers for a weekday. If I’d been born a pussy I’d probably have ended up sucking cock or selling pussy myself. For a middle-school dropout bitch, a cock-sucking job was about the highest output you could expect.
Shoe sounds drifted from the girls’ waiting room on the other side of the counter wall. I checked the CCTV and watched the pussies file out in a line like sausages. Dambi and Eunha shot me lewd looks as they took their money and left. The rest of the pussies seemed happy about how many cocks they’d sucked on a weekday; they waved and chirped high-pitched goodbyes as they disappeared. Only Nabi and Do-yeon stayed behind, quietly lighting cigarettes.
“Anywhere you want to go?”
Nabi took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the air.
“Not really... If it’s okay with you, want to hit a gopchang place?”
I remembered the gopchang joint Nabi and Do-yeon had gone to before when they’d schemed with Eunha and Hyojin to close the shop early.
“Still open?”
“I think they run late... or if you know somewhere else we can go there.”
“Unnie, let’s go there.”
“Okay.”
Do-yeon was craving gopchang enough to pester Nabi until she got the green light. It was late, so they chain-smoked and crushed the butts. Two cocks and two pussies rode the elevator down to the first floor. Nabi pulled something like a button from her handbag and pressed it. A beep sounded and a car door unlocked. We piled into Nabi’s car, which looked a few years old, and took off. Do-yeon took the seat beside Nabi while Jeonghun and I sat in back.
Fuck, if the point was to get friendly they should’ve paired one cock per pussy. Nothing seals friendship faster than putting cock and pussy face to face.
The roads were wide open at that hour of the night. About ten minutes later we rolled into Bakjirang Gopchang Alley. Luckily they hadn’t closed yet. Inside, empty seats dotted the place; we parked our asses in a corner. Nabi ordered roughly and two bottles of soju plus side dishes hit the table. Jeonghun stood and poured a shot into each glass. Even sitting, the two cocks and two pussies had stuck together again. Zero fucking sense, these bastards.
We gave the glasses a light clink and slammed them back in one go.
“Heard there was a problem customer, Manager?”
Nabi knocked back her soju and spoke. She’d probably heard it from either Hyojin or Eunha.
“Yeah, nothing major but it got a little big... You can drop the formal talk.”
“This is the first time we’re talking like this, right? You chat fine with the kids... felt a little left out.”
“Yeah, well... kind of.”
“Kind of what?”
“Ah... because you seem close with the Big Boss.”
“Let’s not talk about that oppa.”
The moment the Big Boss came up the bitch poured herself a shot and slammed it. Seemed this pussy wasn’t exactly on cozy terms with the Big Boss either.
“You drop the formal talk too, Do-yeon.”
“Yes... Manager.”
Fucking bitch still using formal after I told her to drop it.
“I’ll just eat a little and head out.”
Jeonghun, who’d kept his mouth shut, finally spoke.
“Got plans?”
“No, just... if I don’t get home on time it gets awkward... and there’s another dinner tomorrow.”
Hmm... tomorrow’s Friday night... so this bastard gets advance notice. Why the fuck doesn’t he tell me? From the way he talked he looked like a whipped little shit living under his younger wife’s thumb. Pathetic bastard.
“Manager, pour me one... please.”
Do-yeon held out her soju glass. Those eyes of hers always felt heavy whenever they met mine. Probably just how she was born... perfect for cock-slingers to get the wrong idea. I lifted my glass and filled her empty one. The bitch slammed it back. She was a lightweight; her eyes were already a little unfocused and her cheeks flushed pink.
“Can I call you Noona?”
I worked up the nerve and tried it on both bitches. Tonight’s whole point was building rapport between me and these two head pussies. I needed to get friendly for the sake of future life at Eden, and I had to take the Big Boss’s bullshit seriously.
“Sure, drop the formal talk.”
“Yeah, Noona.”
“Heh... ‘Yeah, Noona,’ he says.”
Do-yeon snorted a laugh and fixed me with burning eyes. I’d already mixed words with the ultimate crazy older world-class pussy, so calling them Noona didn’t feel awkward at all.
“Do-yeon Noona’s a bit of a lightweight, huh?”
“Yeah... Mana... ger...”
“I said drop it, Noona.”
“Yeah...”
Already getting tipsy off two shots of soju made her look cute. If I set my mind to fucking this one I could turn her into a fucktoy on the spot... Still, like Seong-uk-hyungnim said, better to test the waters first.
A kitchen kid appeared carrying the gopchang and set the main dishes down. I grabbed the tongs and started grilling the gopchang so it was easy to eat. Jeonghun asked for another pair of tongs and prepped a feast for the head pussies. Once it was ready I portioned two pieces onto each small plate and set them in front of the head pussies.
“How long have you been working, Noona?”
I looked at Nabi as I spoke. Honestly, if I had to pick which of the two bitches to fuck, this one had better style and looked fine... classic flashy red-light-district vibe oozing off her.
“A while.”
“Got a boyfriend?”
I lobbed the question that cut straight to the core.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just asking.”
The fucking bitch went straight into defense mode. I backed off a step.
“You got a girlfriend?”
Do-yeon asked in a boozy voice.
“Yeah, I do.”
I couldn’t reveal fucktoy Dambi’s existence, but I still had to say I had a fucktoy. Claiming I didn’t when I did wasn’t my style.
“Would’ve been weird if you didn’t, hehe...”
Do-yeon looked at me with lewd eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Nabi hurriedly shut Do-yeon down. Atmosphere was good and the fucking bitch had to ruin it. We were supposed to trade sex jokes and get friendly while we ate, right? Jeonghun just kept tapping away on his phone like he didn’t give a shit either way.
“Do-yeon Noona, you really can’t hold your liquor, huh?”
“Yeah... pour me another...”
Do-yeon’s hand had no strength; she tried to lift the glass and dropped it. Animal reflexes kicked in—I snatched the soju glass before it hit the floor and set it back. I poured her another shot, then called the kitchen kid over and ordered two more bottles of soju.
“You take one too, Noona.”
I filled Nabi’s empty glass and she slammed it. The bitch poured one into mine and I slammed it right back. Opposite of Do-yeon, she’d already put away nearly a whole bottle and her face hadn’t changed one bit.
“You can hold your liquor?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“Got a mean drunk side?”
“Nah, nothing like that... not really?”
I’d never gotten drunk enough to cuss people out, smash shit, or go off on a pussy.
“I like that.”
She was probably thinking of the Big Boss when she said it—the time at the first Eden group dinner when a drunk Big Boss had demanded Nabi’s pussy.
“I like you too, Noona. Watching people get drunk and trash the place pisses me the fuck off.”
“Yeah, plenty of those bastards around.”
Nabi and I traded shots while we demolished the gopchang. Do-yeon shoveled gopchang into her mouth and muttered to herself. She didn’t look in great shape.
“Well, I should head out now.”
“Leaving already?”
Jeonghun stood and said his goodbyes.
“Yeah, I think I need to get home... Thanks for the meal.”
“Go on, Manager.”
“Go carefully, Mana... ger...”
“Gonna grab a smoke.”
I followed Jeonghun out of the restaurant. Even if this dinner was meant to build friendship with the head pussies, I hadn’t mixed nearly enough words with Jeonghun. I pulled out two cigarettes, stuck one in Jeonghun’s mouth and one in mine, then flicked the lighter.
“Wife keeps a tight leash, huh?”
“Yes, hyungnim... She doesn’t know I work here... If she finds out I’m fucked...”
“Parents live with you?”
“No, just me and the wife... and one kid...”
Hmm... that actually made a kind of sense.
“Must be rough.”
“Yes, hyungnim... Nowhere else pays like this... so yeah.”
I could feel the weight of being a breadwinner.
“You can’t hide it forever... Eventually you’ll have to come clean, right?”
“No, then I’m fucked... Honestly she already doesn’t like me working nights...”
“Tough spot...”
“Yes. I managed to slip out of it somehow but I’m worried about the future.”
“Better get home quick before she gets suspicious.”
“Yes, hyungnim... See you this evening.”
“Yeah, take care.”
I walked Jeonghun out to the main road, then headed back toward the restaurant. Do-yeon was parked on a chair by the entrance, smoking. I dropped my ass into the seat beside the bitch and quietly lit a cigarette.
“Noona, you okay?”
“Yeah...”
Do-yeon, head bowed while she smoked, forced it up and looked at me. Hmm... she looked pretty tasty. The mole on her left cheek made her face even more delicious. Classic puppy-faced East Asian beauty... From the way she dressed she didn’t look like a cock-sucking bitch. Always wrapped in black, the fucking bitch...
Maybe test the waters a little.
Just as I opened my mouth, Do-yeon’s hand suddenly landed on my thigh.
“Feels strong... hehe...”
Fucking bitch, getting bold now that she’s drunk.
“You’ve seen plenty while we work, Noona...”
“Yeah... here too...”
Do-yeon’s hand kneaded my thigh, then brushed across the cock area.