Fuck It, Let's Just Lay It All Out
“Hello, hyung-nim.”
“Yeah. You eat yet?”
“I did, hyung-nim.”
When I stepped up to the counter, Dongpal hyung-nim was holding down the fort alone. I glanced over the ledger and the reservation memo — only two names written down: Do-yeon and Dambi. Do-yeon had already started racking up sessions from four in the afternoon, so she must have come in early. Hyojin and Eun-ha would show up a little later. For now I needed to start sketching out the plot for the Bbaguri party that would wrap things up tonight.
Dongpal hyung-nim rose from his seat and gave me a sidelong look.
“I’m heading in.”
“Yes, hyung-nim… get some rest.”
I bowed a full ninety degrees to him, then walked him all the way to the elevator. The moment the bastard disappeared, I dropped my ass into the counter chair, kicked my legs up onto the desk, stuck a cigarette between my lips, and quietly lit it. I tilted my head back, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke into the empty air.
Today’s lineup was looking pretty damn good… Do-yeon, who’d come in early, would probably clock out somewhere between twelve and two. I’d find an opening, work on that bitch a little, maybe even get a round of Bbaguri going right here at the counter… A grin spread across my face all by itself.
Out of nowhere a shrill alarm blasted my eardrums three times in a row. I nearly toppled over backward. Animal reflexes let me grab the desk and just barely stay upright. I checked the CCTV — fucking Hyojin was yanking the two exposed wires on the third-floor button and shorting them over and over. Eun-ha was riding up with her.
I stood, hit the round button, and watched the elevator. A moment later Hyojin and Eun-ha’s faces filled my vision.
“You fucking bitch, I almost fell over.”
“Bleh.”
“Oppa.”
Eun-ha flashed a bright smile and waved. I had no choice but to wave back. I watched the two of them trade burning looks with me before they vanished into the girls’ waiting room. Once the bitches were gone I wrote Eun-ha and Hyojin’s names into the ledger. Normally when they clocked in together I put Hyojin’s name first, but this time I put her second. That was the biggest revenge I could manage.
I dropped my ass back into the chair and lit another cigarette. With that, today’s lineup was complete. After I finished the smoke I headed for the bathroom next to the counter to take a piss. Looking at the state of my telephone-pole cock as it sprayed a stream, it seemed to have recovered from the internal injuries of yesterday’s eighteen rounds of Bbaguri. At this level I could freely ram and tear through Eun-ha’s pussy all I wanted.
I shook off my dick, straightened my clothes, and hummed my way back out to the counter. Then something odd caught my eye. On the CCTV a certain pussy was loitering at the first-floor entrance. Looked familiar… I leaned closer, but the image was too blurry to make out clearly. Once she got in the elevator I’d know for sure. I pulled out another cigarette, stuck it in my mouth, and lit it, watching the pussy-bitch hovering at the building entrance. She kept acting like she was about to board the elevator, then turning around and walking back out, over and over. Weird bitch. I decided she was just some crazy and dropped my ass into the counter chair again. More important was plotting out the Bbaguri party that would close the night.
A single short beep of the alarm sounded. I checked the CCTV — the same pussy who’d been pacing the entrance was now riding up. I looked closer. Fuck, it was Mi-ho.
Confirming the bitch’s presence, I stood, hit the round button, stubbed the cigarette out roughly on the desk, and bolted out to wait in front of the elevator with my hands behind my back. The doors opened and that familiar pussy-face appeared.
“Mi-ho-ssi, you’re here for work.”
I beamed at her and gave her a warm welcome.
“Huh? Y-yes…! Manager… hello…!”
Mi-ho stayed inside the elevator and bowed her head in greeting. The doors started to close, so I quickly stuck out a hand to stop them.
“S-sorry!”
The bitch flinched hard in surprise.
“It’s fine. Come on in.”
Mi-ho kept her head down and stepped into the counter area. I walked up and stood face-to-face with her as she turned around, locking burning eyes on hers.
“Kkotnim-ssi didn’t come… Did you come because of me?”
“Huh? Th-that’s…!”
“I was worried you might not show. I’m really glad you did.”
“I-I’ll head inside! Manager!”
Mi-ho bolted straight into the girls’ waiting room. What a crazy bitch. I ignored it, went back to the counter chair, and dropped my ass down. Then, as if I’d just remembered, I stood again and wrote Mi-ho’s name next to Hyojin’s in the ledger. Hmm… Do-yeon, Dambi, Eun-ha, Hyojin, Mi-ho… five of them on a Sunday… The session count might be a concern, but that wasn’t my problem. The one who’d get fucked over was Big Boss. I’d only tossed out the Sunday-shift talk at the company dinner as a casual probe… Never thought they’d actually show up. Shame Kkotnim hadn’t come with her, but a chicken instead of a pheasant would do. Since she’d crawled out here on her own, I might as well cook her properly… How to go about it.
Looking back at everything she’d done so far, she seemed extremely introverted, and she was basically Kkotnim’s errand girl. It was clear she already felt something for me beyond just “Manager”… A girl who lived for Kkotnim had come to work alone for my sake. If I used her right, I could fuck her easy and turn her into a joj-jib. Whether a pair of gum-wrapper tits and that fucking face were even worth the effort was another question. But more pussy is always better. When a girl is sending signals that she’ll give it up, you don’t just throw it away. I’d try her once and decide after.
I pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in my mouth, lit it, and started turning over plans for how to handle the fucking bitch.
Ssshhhhh…
Ah, fucking refreshing… Now I finally feel alive.
I let the water pouring through the holes in the showerhead soak my body. Hope this works… I’d just sent Mi-ho a private message. Said I was showering in Room 2 without washing first and needed her to bring a towel because there wasn’t one. Of course I had zero intention of actually using a towel — I was going to drag the bitch into the room and show her my throbbing telephone-pole cock.
After running my middle-school dropout brain over it, I’d weighed the personality of the pussy I was about to fuck against everything she’d done so far. Fastest, surest way to test the waters. Given how introverted she was, even if she didn’t have feelings for me she wouldn’t go around blabbing that she’d seen my cock. If she did have feelings, well, that was obvious without words. Talking or texting an introverted bitch like her into bed would take forever. So I’d gone with shock therapy — the telephone-pole cock.
I roughly wet myself, stepped out into the room, and stood facing the door straight on. Please come… I stroked my throbbing telephone-pole cock until a bead of precum oozed out. Even I had to admit I’d been born with one hell of a dick.
A knock sounded.
Knock knock.
I didn’t answer, just waited. Another knock. I ignored that one too. Open the fucking door already, bitch. I shook my telephone-pole cock like a madman until it stood straight up toward the ceiling.
“Manager?”
“Yeah, Mi-ho-ssi… water got in my eyes… could you bring it in?”
For a moment only the soft sound of girl-group music filled the air, and the bitch’s presence vanished. She was probably hesitating. Suddenly the door creaked open slowly. Mi-ho poked her head into the room. Her eyes went wide like they were about to pop out of her skull. She’d just taken the full majesty of my telephone-pole cock straight into her retinas.
“What are you doing? Come in… Mi-ho-ssi.”
“M-Manager…”
I stepped toward the door. Her eyes were shaking like crazy; she had no idea what to do. I reached out, opened the door fully so her head was free, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside.
“M-Manager…!”
I gripped my telephone-pole cock, still drooling precum, stroked it, and locked eyes with her.
“I told you to say something if things got hard… The towel thing was a lie, as you can see… I called you here for this.”
Her face went red in an instant. She snuck a glance at my cock, then whipped her head away again.
“You might think I’m a crazy bastard… but I’ve jerked off a lot thinking about you, Mi-ho-ssi… with this.”
“……”
“If you’re okay with it, you don’t have to do anything. Just stand there for a second?”
“M-Manager…!”
“If you don’t want to, you can leave… But watching you always go check the guest rooms made me feel like shit…”
I shook my telephone-pole cock like a maniac.
“If I wasn’t working here as manager, I’d have been a customer looking at you, Mi-ho-ssi… and then—”
“M-Manager…!”
“I’m about to cum, Mi-ho-ssi.”
“……”
I attached a motor to my hand and shook it like crazy; the urge to shoot rose fast. Suddenly something erupted from the tip of my cock. A powerful stream of cum rode up the shaft, past the head, and shot toward the ceiling.
“Khh! Mi-ho, you fucking bitch!”
Mi-ho watched the scene of me blasting cum and covered her open mouth with both hands. Her eyes were locked on my telephone-pole cock.
“Khh! Ugh!”
One thick stream shot out, then two more, and it stopped. An insane amount of cum splattered all over the floor of the room.
“Hoo… how old are you?”
“Huh? T-twenty-four… Manager…”
“I’m twenty-eight. Mind if I drop the formal speech?”
“Yes…”
“Since we’ve already established I’m a crazy bastard, let’s cut the pointless honorifics… you too.”
“Huh?”
“You can drop them. You saw it, right? Even Hyojin, who’s younger than you, cusses and talks casual.”
“B-but still…!”
“No ‘but still.’ We both know everything already, so fuck it — let’s just lay it all out.”
“……”
Suddenly the lid blew off. After all this she should have just said she wanted to give Manager her pussy.
“You fucking bitch, you’re pissing me off so bad.”
“Y-yes…?”
“Just say your pussy’s itching and you’ll give it up. Why the hell are you dancing around it… You watched me jerk off all the way to the end, didn’t you?”
“Th-that’s…”
“Quit the bullshit and wipe up some of this cum. I’ve left the counter empty too long — I need to get back out there.”
I rolled up some tissue, wiped my cock, roughly dried my wet body with a towel, and started pulling my clothes on. The fucking bitch was wiping the cum stains off the floor with tissue.
“That’s good enough. Let’s talk outside.”
“Huh…?”
“I said drop the formal speech… Damn, you really don’t listen… Fuck.”
I grabbed her hand and led her out to the counter, then guided her to the sofa next to the big table and let go. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the counter, dropped my ass down across from her, pulled out two, and held one out. She took it neatly between her lips. I stuck the other in my own mouth, lit the lighter, and quietly lit both. I took a deep drag and blew the smoke straight into her face.
“Cough…”
“You like me, don’t you?”
“Huh…?”
“Don’t just keep saying ‘huh.’ Say it straight… I already laid everything out.”
“Th…”
“Who’s gonna eat you? Even a bastard like me doesn’t force it… There are plenty of people around… Tell me what you really feel.”
Mi-ho took a deep drag, blew the smoke into the air, and looked at me.
“When you were rambling about hard times at the company dinner I roughly figured it out… Just now I was sure. You like me.”
“Yes…”
“Hey. If you act like that, every guy runs away.”
“Huh…?”
“You hang around Kkotnim all the time, so you should know. Even you can see you’re lagging behind, right? Be more aggressive.”
“……”
“Well, you’ve lived twenty-something years like that, so fixing it overnight is hard… But if you keep that shit up, nothing that should work will work.”
“……”
“My wording’s fucking terrible, but I’m not against it either… That’s why I jerked off in front of you.”
“Yes…”
“My cock’s usable, right? We already know everything, I’m not against it, you like me — isn’t that basically done?”
The bitch slowly lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes.
“I… Manager…”
She started to say something more, then her mouth closed. High-maintenance fucking bitch.
“I know. I roughly got the hint…”
“I’m sorry…”
“Yeah, it’s fine… You know how I feel, I know how you feel, so that’s enough… Take it slow.”
“Yes…”
“The order’s a little off, but I’ll contact you, so tell me more… about you… not Kkotnim. Mi-ho. You.”
“Yes…”
“Alright, head inside… We dragged this out too long.”
Mi-ho stubbed her cigarette out in a paper cup, slowly stood, and bowed at a forty-five-degree angle. Then she disappeared into the girls’ waiting room. I went back to the counter and dropped my ass into the chair. I hadn’t needed to go that far, but the bitch had been so flustered the lid blew off and I just emptied my brain and ran my mouth on pure stream of consciousness. But it actually turned out well. Sometimes not running the middle-school dropout brain and just emptying it out seems okay. Felt like I got lucky, but the handling went smooth, so now I needed to start planning how to cook this bitch and use her to fuck Kkotnim.
I stuck a cigarette in my mouth and quietly lit it. The eve of the blazing Bbaguri party had been successfully weathered.