Can You... Take Me Home?
Hyojin's sudden, unexpected move made my pole-hard cock jump in surprise and rapidly stiffen.
"You perverted fuck... what? Just suffer a little?"
"You fucking bitch..."
I tightened my grip on Hyojin's ass. In no time my pole-hard cock was fully erect, straining against my shorts like it was about to punch through, and Hyojin clamped her hand around the shaft.
Right then the door opened. The sound of a dick and a pussy laughing and chatting drifted in—looked like a girl seeing a customer out. The voice sounded like Eun-ha.
"Let go, you fucking bitch."
"Get your hand off, you bastard."
I released Hyojin's ass and put my hand back where it belonged. Her hand left my cock and returned to her side as well.
"You slut, you're on sixth."
"I know already!"
Jeonghun's voice came through, so the useless junior runner kid still hadn't shown up and he was greeting the customer himself. My cock still hadn't gone down; I poured every ounce of will into dispersing the energy gathered there.
Soon Eun-ha appeared, showing off that delicious body of hers.
"Oppa."
"Yeah, you go straight into seventh."
Eun-ha eyed the still-bulging front of my shorts. That fucking Hyojin was brushing her teeth like she was furious.
"Is it hard, oppa?"
"Huh? No."
You fucking bitch, this is not the time. Thankfully the pole-hard cock finally subsided and I crawled out to the counter. I parked my ass in the mesh chair and quietly lit a cigarette.
Fuck, that was embarrassing as hell. On a normal day I'd have welcomed it with open arms, but right now we were grinding through Friday-night hell. Just wait till Sunday, you fucking bitch.
"Gonna hit the bathroom real quick, hyung-nim."
"Ah, sure."
Jeonghun stood, stuck a cigarette in his mouth, and disappeared into the bathroom beside the counter. From the girls' waiting room on the other side of the counter wall, the pussies' voices murmured. Probably Hyojin and Eun-ha talking shit.
I checked the CCTV: Hyojin walking off with a basket, heading to suck dick. Right after her, Eun-ha appeared carrying a basket too. I slipped into the hallway fast and planted myself in front of Eun-ha. She jumped at my sudden appearance and brushed her hand down over her tits. I reached out and kneaded her ass.
"Oppa."
"Yeah. Jeonghun went to the bathroom... I got hard earlier... turn around for a sec."
Eun-ha hesitated, then turned her back. I pressed my hips tight against that bitch's ass, grabbed hold, pulled back, and thrust like I was fucking her from behind.
"Ah, fuck... after the dinner tonight, wanna get railed? I'm going crazy."
"Oppa..."
Eun-ha desperately held back her moans while taking my pole-hard cock through her clothes.
"Wash that pussy real good and come out on Sunday... I'm gonna cum at least ten times."
"Yes, oppa..."
I pulled my hips back and let go of her ass. Eun-ha glanced at my eyes for a moment, then walked off to suck dick. I returned to the counter and kept grinding through the shift.
"Yes, hyung-nim... eight girls... eighty-seven rounds... twenty-six designated requests... two million three hundred thirty thousand won... Yes... Yes... Understood... hyung-nim."
Jeonghun put the shop phone back and pulled two ten-thousand-won bills from the cash bundle. One went into his own pocket; the other he handed to me. True to a Friday night, the numbers were fucking insane. Thanks to that, I spent most of the time on my feet grinding without a single free moment to try anything.
Even Pureum, who'd only worked five hours, pulled nine rounds with three designated requests and walked off with thirty-nine bills. The pussies who'd diligently sucked dick started crawling out one by one.
"Count your money."
"Noona, you crushed it today."
Nabi tied for first place. She'd sucked a full twelve dicks with two designated requests and pulled fifty bills. Do-yeon came next to collect her dick-sucking pay. I'd run into her a few times in the chaos, but unlike yesterday she hadn't pulled a single horny stunt. Hard to believe it was the same bitch. The one who'd been moaning and spouting nonsense about how delicious a cock looked...
She also sucked twelve dicks with two designated requests and matched Nabi at fifty bills. Seeing her drop lines about how tasty a cock looked, she must've been too busy sucking those twelve other dicks to bother hunting for my pole-hard one.
Next was Kkotnim—ten rounds, all ten designated, fifty bills. Mi-ho eleven rounds with two designated for forty-six. Dambi eleven with two designated for forty-six. Hyojin the same—eleven with two designated for forty-six. Last, Eun-ha eleven with three designated for forty-seven bills.
After paying out every pussy, the bitches left in little packs on the elevator. Once every last one was safely gone, Jeonghun stashed the counted cash in the fire hose cabinet by the elevator and we rode down together.
Out at the first-floor entrance the bitches each stuck a cigarette in their mouths and sucked. Jeonghun and I traded war stories from the grind while sharing a smoke when Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal's car pulled up at the parking entrance. A honk, and Jeonghun and I piled into the back seat of Dongpal's Santa Fe. Do-yeon parked her ass in the front passenger seat.
Nabi's car led the way; one by one the others peeled out, Dongpal's last. Dongpal and Do-yeon bantered nonsense the whole ride. From what I'd heard yesterday the two of them had been fucking and Dongpal got dumped... yet they chatted like nothing had happened. Maybe they just didn't give a shit about that kind of thing.
About fifteen minutes later we arrived at the same restaurant where we'd held our first Eden dinner. Outside and inside were packed with what looked like people from other shops. Do-yeon hadn't said a single word to me the entire fifteen minutes.
Inside they told us we'd have to wait about ten minutes—bullshit—so we had no choice but to smoke outside. A restaurant runner kid finally crawled out saying a table was free and led us to a floor-seating room. Ten minutes my ass—it opened right up, the bastard.
Inside, Keun-hyeongnim took the head seat; Dongpal and Nabi sat along the side. On Dongpal's line sat Jeonghun, me, Dambi, and Hyojin; on Nabi's line Do-yeon, Kkotnim, Mi-ho, then Eun-ha. Soon soju and side dishes were set, and Jeonghun stood to pour a round into every empty glass.
"Let's eat."
Keun-hyeongnim raised his glass high; we all clinked in gesture and downed it in one shot. Hopefully Keun-hyeongnim would hold his liquor today and I wouldn't get my ass handed to me.
I tilted my glass and shoveled side dishes into my mouth. After grinding all night the food went down damn well.
"How's the OP coming along?"
"Yes, hyung-nim... I found a decent one-room place; construction's underway."
"When'll it be ready?"
"Yes, hyung-nim... about four months should wrap it up."
"And the girls?"
"I've lined up three, still looking."
"Fuck, is that enough? Line up ten."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Talk about the upcoming OP opening. Nothing to do with me, so I tuned out. That fucking Dambi had her back completely turned, staring at Hyojin and Eun-ha and running her mouth nonstop. Her boyfriend was drinking alone... fucking bitch.
Kkotnim sat right across from me, yet she never once glanced my way. How the hell was I supposed to sweet-talk her into even getting her number? Forget fucking her—I couldn't even get a conversation started, fuck.
I was eyeing Kkotnim when I felt another pair of eyes on me. Right beside her, Mi-ho was staring straight at me. The second our eyes met she whipped her head away. Perfect. I stared right back at the bitch. She turned again, met my gaze, held it a second, then dropped her head hard. What a weird bitch.
I traded glasses with Jeonghun and, whenever I had a free second, burned holes in Mi-ho with a look that said I was about to fuck her right there. Not a pussy I particularly wanted to tap, but the way she was acting made it worth testing the waters. More pussies never hurt, right?
As the alcohol hit I kept staring at Mi-ho like I was going to devour her and slowly stood.
"Gonna step out for a smoke, hyung-nim."
"Yeah, your face is red... go get some air."
I got Keun-hyeongnim's permission and headed outside. Dambi started to rise; I casually rested a hand on her shoulder in signal. Thankfully she settled back down—no footsteps followed.
Outside I squatted. I pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between my lips, and lit up. After a few drags someone silently squatted beside me. Mi-ho.
"Want a smoke?"
"Yes..."
I pulled another cigarette, put it between her lips, and lit it. Without a word the dick and the pussy squatted side by side sharing a smoke. I stared at her cheek like I was going to eat it. Mi-ho turned her head and met my eyes head-on. The second she tried to look away I spoke fast.
"Why do you keep dodging?"
"Huh...?"
"Every time we see each other you keep avoiding my eyes... makes me think you hate me."
Lie. From the way she acted it was closer to liking me than hating me. Even a dense dick like me could pick up on that much.
"N-no... absolutely not...!"
"Then why dodge? Last time we smoked you told me to talk to you if anything was hard."
"Th-that's..."
"After hearing that I thought, hey, there's someone who actually thinks about me. But you keep dodging, so maybe I was wrong..."
"I-I'm sorry...!"
Fucking bitch, this one's the exhausting type too.
"Then look me straight in the eye... you said you don't hate me."
I stared at Mi-ho with eyes that said I was about to fuck her. She slowly lifted her head and met my gaze. Her face went crimson in an instant. She tried to drop her head but forced herself to hold; her eyes trembled wildly.
"You're right, Mi-ho."
"Huh...?"
"I thought you hated me."
I snapped my head away and blew smoke into the air.
"I... just..."
"Just what?"
"You looked... so... tired..."
"Yeah, it's hard as hell... grinding every day... that's why my eyes keep going to you, Mi-ho."
I turned back and stared at her with that same devouring look. Her face was already bright red and her eyes shook like crazy.
"Look at the other girls here... no manners... total pieces of shit... the hyung-nims and the customers too..."
"Yes..."
"I want to stay in touch with you, Mi-ho."
"Huh...?"
I unlocked my phone and held it out to her.
"Can we keep in contact?"
"Th-that's..."
"You said to tell you if anything's hard. It's awkward at the shop, right...?"
I gave the phone a little shake—hurry up and put your number in. Mi-ho, not knowing what to do, took it with trembling hands and typed her number with shaking fingers. I snatched the phone back and pocketed it.
"I'll text you, Mi-ho... ah!"
She looked at me like she was asking what was wrong.
"Can you come in on Sunday?"
"Ah... that's..."
Mi-ho, who always moved as a set with Kkotnim, almost never worked Sundays. Never, actually... meaning she followed Kkotnim's schedule. If Kkotnim rested, Mi-ho rested.
"I work alone and sometimes hit stuff I don't know... figured I could ask you if you were around."
"......"
"Looks tough. It's fine... don't worry about it."
I slowly stood. Mi-ho lifted her head, eyes full of trouble, and couldn't get the words out.
"Shall we head back in?"
"Huh? Yes...!"
We went back into the restaurant together. Number secured—now I just needed to cook up a plan to reel her in gradually.
I returned to my seat, parked my ass, and quietly tilted my glass. Suddenly the floor-room door opened and a familiar pussy face appeared.
"Sorry I'm late."
It was Pureum. Hmm... was she off work tomorrow? It was Saturday, after all.
"Yeah, sit over there."
"Make some room."
Dongpal shifted his ass sideways; we had no choice but to pack in tight. Pureum glanced at me, made some unreadable expression, and parked herself next to Hyojin. Dambi's tits pressed against my side. Anyone watching would think I was getting hard, so I scooted tight against Jeonghun. Those watermelon tits still brushed me lightly no matter what.
I grabbed the soju bottle, flipped a fresh glass right-side up, poured one, and handed it to Pureum. She gave a small nod, looking awkward, then lifted the glass and downed it. That earlier incident came back to me. Looking back, I'd run my mouth way too far out of line and it left me uneasy. She'd skipped the dinner and I'd been wondering how to smooth it over... hopefully this glass would settle it.
Something suddenly poked my side. I looked—Dambi jabbing me with a finger. Then the bitch mouthed "talk" without sound. Just fucking say it out loud, you bitch. No choice—I pulled out my phone and checked the messages. The group chat was pure nonsense.
I opened the private chat with Dambi and found a message that made my cock twitch.
I sent the reply and locked in the fuck session with the world-class pussy. My skills still needed work, but this time our couple wouldn't get completely wrecked like before. My cock was still fresh, so I needed to figure out how to turn that bitch into a proper joj-jib. Fuck, now I had to think about this one too—shit was piling up.
The dinner hit its peak and finally wrapped around eight. We poured out of the restaurant in a herd and each lit a cigarette. I eyed Dambi and vowed victory in the upcoming fuck party.
"Good work, head on home."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Keun-hyeongnim pulled out a cash bundle and handed it to Dongpal.
"Give 'em taxi money and send 'em off."
"Yes, hyung-nim... take care."
Dongpal, Jeonghun, and I bowed ninety degrees toward Keun-hyeongnim. A designated driver crawled up and drove off in the boss's BMW. Dongpal handed each of us ten thousand won and told us to get lost, then left alone in his car.
Kkotnim and Mi-ho caught a taxi and left. Then we put Jeonghun in a taxi and sent him off. I stuck another cigarette in my mouth and lit it.
"Um... oppa."
A familiar voice. I turned—Pureum stood in front of me.
"Yeah... what?"
"Can you... take me home...?"
"Huh?"
Nabi, Do-yeon, Dambi, Hyojin, Eun-ha—five pussies all stared at Pureum and me at once.
"Uh... it's not hard, but... it's morning right now?"
"Yes..."
"Fuck."
Hyojin spat a curse.
"What?"
Nabi stepped closer. Do-yeon eyed Pureum. Dambi grinned slyly. Eun-ha watched with a tense face. Every single pussy was staring at me and Pureum. Pureum just stood there silent; I had no idea what to do.
"I'll take you. Let's go."
"Whoa, fuck."
"Heh."
Right in front of five staring pussies I said I'd take Pureum home. No other choice. I'd already run my mouth earlier, after all.
Dambi tapped my shoulder, looked at me, then made a fist and mouthed "fighting." Crazy bitch.
"Where's your place? I'll drive you."
Clueless Nabi butted in.
"Ah, noona... just a sec."
"Pureum, roughly where?"
"North Bus Terminal..."
North Bus Terminal... taxi would cost at least ten thousand, fuck. I spun my middle-school dropout brain for a second. Saturday morning at eight—nothing shady would happen... but those fucking bitches were watching... What the hell was this girl thinking, spouting this shit in front of the other pussies? If I ignored them and went alone with Pureum, who knew what rumors would spread.
"Then let's take Nabi noona's car."
"Ah... okay..."
"Can I come too?"
I said it while looking at Nabi.
"Get in."
Permission granted; Do-yeon climbed into the front passenger seat. I opened the back door and shoved Pureum in first. I looked at Dambi, Hyojin, and Eun-ha—the three pussies—and gave them a signal with my eyes. Nothing's gonna happen.
I'd planned to fuck the world-class pussy, but that was looking tough now. I parked my ass next to Pureum and the car pulled out.