Oh My... Look at It Growing...
“Please read the precautions once, and wash yourself clean.”
“Okay.”
After kindly explaining everything to the first-time customer who’d come with a companion, I shut the door and headed back to the counter. Then I picked up the landline connected to the girls’ waiting room and punched zero.
“Yeah.”
Dambi.
“Dambi, Room 6 in ten minutes.”
“Got it.”
I hung up, sprawled into the counter chair, and quietly lit a cigarette. The clock showed it was just past eleven. Five pussies had come out on a Sunday, but the thing I’d been fretting over never happened, and we were racking up numbers just fine. Once Dambi went in, that would make five pussies going full-service to suck cock. After two months on the job, five felt like something I could knock out without breaking a sweat. Eight or nine would still be a grind, though.
Suddenly a sharp beep cut through the quiet. I glanced over—the number 2 button on the landline was lit. Room 2 was calling the counter on the intercom. Do-yeon was in there right now…
I stood and picked up.
“Yes?”
“Mmm… Manager… can we extend…?”
That fucking bitch—what the hell was she doing? That was definitely a moan.
“One moment.”
I set the receiver down and checked the reservation memo and ledger. Probably the guy who’d specifically requested her… Yeah, it was a Jimyeong for Do-yeon, and he wanted more time. There were two group bookings after her, and it was her slot, but an extension wouldn’t hurt. If the next block had been fully booked with five, one customer would get delayed and it’d be a pain—but as it stood, I could either shuffle one reservation or just refuse the extension.
“You can extend.”
“Okay… nngh… I’ll extend… ahh…”
“Got it.”
I hung up and walked over to Room 2. A knock, and the door cracked open just enough for Do-yeon’s hand to shove a wad of bills at me. She was probably completely naked. I took the cash and headed back to the counter, sprawling into the chair again.
The legendary fire-fox bitch was damn hard to read. Sometimes she acted like she’d spread her legs any second; other times she treated me like some cock she’d never seen before in her life. The way she and Dongpal hyung still bantered like nothing had happened after she’d fucked him and dumped him never made sense either. You could call it cool if you wanted, but by normal standards those two were just nuts. Maybe I needed to learn that kind of cool myself.
“See you, oppa.”
“Yeah, later.”
I took the Jimyeong guy who’d just finished his extension with Do-yeon, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way. I was about to head back to the counter when Do-yeon came up holding a towel rolled around cock-juice. She was wearing a black one-piece dress for her hall outfit, the fucking bitch. Black heels too.
“What is it, noona?”
“What time is it?”
“Right now? Almost twelve.”
“Then… I’m clocking out.”
The twin-faced bitch licked her lips and stared at me with burning eyes.
“Fine… but noona.”
“Yeah…?”
“You know you’re dripping wet right now, right?”
My utility-pole cock was already hard, straining like it was about to punch through my shorts.
“Mmm… you’re a bad manager, aren’t you…?”
Do-yeon’s eyes locked onto the throbbing cock tenting my shorts.
“You moaned on purpose, didn’t you? So I’d hear?”
“Nngh… no…”
“When are you gonna give it up, noona? I’ve been jerking off three times a day thinking about you lately.”
“Heh… careful…”
Do-yeon licked her lips again and threw me a wink. Then she spun on her heel and vanished into the girls’ waiting room.
Fucking cock-teasing bitch.
I went back to the counter, sprawled into the chair, stuck a cigarette between my lips, and quietly lit it. I pulled the ledger over, checked Do-yeon’s numbers, then opened the desk drawer. I took out the bill wad, counted the money from the cocks she’d sucked, folded it in half, and set it on the desk. She’d come in at four and done eight—pretty solid. Three Jimyeong requests among them… that made three hundred fifty thousand won.
Fuck, I needed to live a life where I raked in three hundred thousand a day myself. With a face like mine, sucking middle-aged pussy for cash wasn’t realistic, so the only real options were opening my own handjob joint or full-service place.
A little later Do-yeon crawled out in all-black street clothes. I stood and handed her the cock-sucking money.
“Not bad for a Sunday.”
“Yeah…”
She pocketed the cash and just stared at me.
“Something you wanna say, noona?”
“Do you want to do it with me…?”
Here we go again, fucking bitch.
“Yeah, I already told you I’m rock-hard.”
“Show me that…”
“That? Right here?”
“Yeah…”
I knew exactly what “that” meant. I shoved my shorts and underwear down. I grabbed the half-soft utility-pole cock and gave it a few strokes.
“Can’t see…”
“Come closer, noona…”
Do-yeon stepped in slowly until she was pressed right against me. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my utility-pole cock.
“Oh my… look at it growing…”
“It gets big real fast when noona touches it…”
I reached around and gently stroked her ass.
“Mmm… I like it… I really like it…”
“Heh… look tasty?”
“Yeah…”
Do-yeon stared at the utility-pole cock and licked her lips.
“Just say the word… I’ll let you eat it anytime… and I’ll give you my cock for that pussy of yours too…”
“Mmm…”
Her hand, which had been gently stroking the shaft, finally let go and returned to her side.
“I’m going.”
“Yeah, head home.”
The twin-faced bitch spun around, stepped into the elevator, and vanished. After getting played a few times, I was starting to get used to it. Somehow it always felt like I was the one begging for pussy… but looking back, she’d been the one saying my cock looked delicious first. Before that there’d been a few brush-by skinships in the hallway too. Fuck, I needed to be careful… I kept getting sucked into her pace.
I sprawled back into the counter chair. Four pussies left. Fucktoy Number One, the girl who would become Fucktoy Number Two today, and two more pussies I was going to fuck. Still about two and a half hours until closing… my cock was itching.
I stood and checked the ledger. Dambi would be out in about ten minutes… Eun-ha and Hyo-jin in twenty… Mi-ho had only been in for less than ten, so she’d be last. Once Dambi came out I’d drain the pipe once. I sat back down and chain-smoked.
Exactly ten minutes later the door opened. I didn’t even need the CCTV—I crushed out the cigarette, jumped up, and hurried into the hallway to take the customer from Dambi, who was still in her bikini hall outfit. I shot her a quick burning look, loaded the customer into the elevator, and sent him off. When I turned back toward the hallway, Dambi was already walking toward me.
“Yeah.”
“Gonna fuck.”
“Right now?”
“On the counter chair… the other girls might come out of their rooms.”
“Okay.”
If it was just the girls crawling out it wouldn’t matter, but random cock customers were a different story. I wanted to bend her over the sofa and take her from behind, but given the situation the counter chair was the safer bet. I took Dambi’s hand and led her over. I sprawled into the seat and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my knees. The cock that had been throbbing ever since Do-yeon touched it sprang free like a coiled spring.
“Baby… were you that horny?”
“Yeah. Do-yeon stroked my cock on her way out earlier…”
“Hehe… that fucking bitch?”
“I asked for pussy and she acted like she’d give it, then just left… same shit every time. So I waited for my fucktoy to come out.”
“So I’m the substitute…?”
“Do-yeon’s the substitute for you. Eun-ha’s your substitute too. Stop talking bullshit and let’s fuck before the others come out.”
“Okay…”
Dambi peeled off the bikini bottoms that already had pussy hair peeking out and set them on the desk. Facing me, she grabbed the utility-pole cock, lined it up, and slowly sank her ass down. A slick sensation soaked into the shaft and turned into a sharp jolt of pleasure.
“Mm…”
“Hah…”
Dambi’s watermelon tits pressed against my chest. The bikini top and my short-sleeve tee blocked bare skin, but it was more than enough to feel how firm and springy those tits were. I wrapped both arms around her back and savored the taste of her pussy.
“You fucking bitch… you just got fucked, didn’t you? That doesn’t feel like just pussy juice.”
“Nngh… I said no… but he offered two hundred thousand…”
“You took the money and gave it up? Heh…”
“Haaang… he came in under a minute… that guy… mmm…”
“We’re already fucking so whatever… but wash thoroughly after.”
“Nngh… don’t worry, baby… only yours… I won’t wash it out…”
“Good, you fucking bitch… bounce that ass harder…”
Her ass rose and slammed down like it was trying to snap my cock in half.
“Kh! Fuck… that’s more like it…”
“Nngh… mmm… baby…”
Dambi stuck her tongue out. I leaned in, kissed her hard, and slid the hand that had been stroking her back down to her ass. I gripped both cheeks tight and drove the utility-pole cock deep into her pussy, matching the rhythm of her drops with upward thrusts.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Kh! Best fucking chemistry for a quickie, no question… I’m coming, you fucking bitch!”
“Nngh! Nnghhh… fill my pussy… baby! Nnghhh!”
The instant her ass dropped and my hips thrust up, the utility-pole cock buried itself to the hilt inside Dambi’s pussy. Her ass clenched and locked up. I felt the load surge from the base of my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard.
“Kh!”
“Haaang!”
I pumped a thick load deep into the fucktoy pussy that the premature bastard had just creamed minutes earlier.
“Hoo… fuck, that hits the spot.”
“Nngh… me too… baby…”
“If you’re gonna give it up, at least pick a guy who can fuck properly… not that loser just now… heh.”
“Okay… haa… I’m sweating…”
When Dambi lifted her hips and pulled off the utility-pole cock, a gush of cum spilled from her pussy onto my crotch. She grabbed a roll of toilet paper, wiped my groin clean, then cleaned herself. She pulled the bikini bottoms back on, sprawled into the mesh chair, and quietly lit a cigarette. I pulled one out too, lit it, propped one leg on the desk, and took a deep drag.
“Let’s grab late-night food after closing, baby.”
“Yeah, with the money that premature bastard just paid?”
“Hehe… yeah… order something expensive.”
“Fuck, you’re a total gangster bitch…”
“Hehe…”
“Not even denying it, you fucking bitch.”
We shared a cigarette, then I sent her back to the waiting room. One by one the pussies who’d been sucking cock crawled out of their rooms, and the calls finally died down. I picked up my phone and sent Mi-ho a private message.
I put the phone away and closed my eyes to recover some energy for the fuck party after closing.
“Yes, hyung-nim… five girls… thirty total… ten Jimyeong… seven hundred ninety thousand won… Do-yeon clocked out at twelve, night shift five with two Jimyeong.”
“Yeah, good work.”
“Yes, hyung-nim… get some rest.”
“Yeah, you too.”
I bowed ninety degrees into empty air, then put the shop phone back in its place. The clock read 2:40. From the girls’ waiting room on the other side of the counter wall I heard the sound of shoes being dragged. On the CCTV Mi-ho had finished getting ready to leave and was crawling out toward the counter.
“Good work.”
“Yes… o—”
I handed her the cock-sucking money and the bitch started to say something, then clamped her mouth shut.
“Head on home…”
I gently took her hand and stroked her fingers. Her face went bright red in an instant.
“I-I’ll head in…”
“Yeah, go.”
Mi-ho scurried toward the elevator in tiny steps and vanished. Crazy fucking bitch, she was going to get herself completely owned.
“Oppa, rest well!”
Her voice floated out; I looked at the elevator and saw Mi-ho sticking her head out to say it. The doors closed and nearly took her neck off. The bitch who’d been trying to yank her head back in time slammed into the closing door and let out a little whimper, then the elevator carried her away.
I really worried about who was going to end up taking that girl home.
I stuffed the pay for the bitches waiting in the girls’ room into my pocket and headed over. The moment I stepped across the threshold I saw Dambi in her bikini hall outfit, smoking. Flanking her on both sides, Eun-ha and Hyo-jin were sharing cigarettes like a couple of sidekicks. Eun-ha was still in the same hall outfit she’d worked in. Fucking Hyo-jin was wearing a hooded pajama set in the middle of summer.
“Hey, you trying to sell the inside? Your hair’s all sticking out.”
Pussy hair was poking out between the bikini bottoms Dambi still had on. If she planned to keep working looking like that, as her boyfriend I was going to have to shave her. Dambi’s pussy hair grew nice and neat, but the bottoms barely covered anything, so there was no helping it.
“Then I’ll just take them off.”
Dambi shot to her feet and stripped the bikini off in one smooth motion. Completely naked, she locked burning eyes on me, planted both hands on her hips, and gave her ass a little wiggle.
The blazing fuck party had begun.