Every Thrust Raises My Wage
My hourly wage went up with every roll of my hips and every downward thrust.
I'd already sucked him off a few times in the store manager's office.
I'd thought about going further, but Min-jae was working the floor alone, and that felt a little wrong.
Closing time was approaching. There were no customers left. Min-jae was clearing the remaining cups from the hall and wiping down the tables. He was the one lifting each chair onto the tabletops, too. I was behind the counter, staring at my phone.
The store manager came out of his office and started prepping for close. He could see me on my phone plain as day and still didn't say a word. People really did get friendlier once you'd slept with them.
Min-jae looked over at me while wiping a table.
"Noona, stop staring at your phone and help clean."
"Yeah, okay."
I set my phone on the counter, picked up a dishcloth from beside the sink, and started scrubbing. The counter was already spotless. I spread the cloth wide and slowly rubbed the same spot over and over.
Min-jae finished the tables, set the chairs up, and even swept the floor. He stopped with the broom in his hands and stared at me.
"Noona, I already wiped there."
"Wiping it again makes it cleaner."
"Help with the hall."
I was about to put the cloth down when the store manager spoke first.
"Hey, Min-jae."
"Yes?"
"The hard work's for the guys."
Min-jae stopped sweeping.
"Says who?"
"You're stronger and taller."
"Why do I need strength to wipe tables?"
The store manager pointed his chin at the chairs stacked on the tables.
"You've got to lift the chairs and sweep the floor too."
"Then I'll just do the chairs and Chae-won noona can wipe the tables."
I sidled up next to the store manager.
"Right, Manager?"
Min-jae looked at me. I pretended not to notice and kept going.
"He keeps dumping work on me."
"Because you don't do any."
"I worked all day."
"So did I."
The store manager took my side.
"Chae-won's been working hard all day. Let her rest."
Min-jae stared at him like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I've been working hard all day too."
"You're young."
I tossed the dishcloth into the sink and rinsed it out. I was done rinsing rags. What I really wanted to rinse was a dick. Later I'd meet up with a guy I knew, get a free meal, and suck him off a bit.
I pulled a stool out from under the counter and sat down.
"Manager said I can rest."
"You two are seriously the worst."
Min-jae grumbled but went back to cleaning. The store manager stood at the POS checking the day's sales. I browsed a shopping mall on my phone. There was a bag I wanted. I could probably afford it once I got my part-time pay — and then I'd be broke again.
There was this older guy I knew who'd hand over cash if I sucked him off a few times in his car. A few visits would cover it. He smelled a little, but you had to put up with that kind of thing to make money. I didn't want to do it often, though. More than anything, money was supposed to be earned honestly. Selling my body wasn't something I wanted. If I ran out of cash, I could just keep working part-time jobs.
Min-jae tied up the trash bags, set them outside the back door, and came back to mop the floor. Every so often I lifted my feet so the mop could pass underneath.
"Noona, lift your legs a little more."
Still looking at my phone, I raised my legs and spread them to either side. My skirt folded up. I hiked my apron up too. My thighs were fully exposed. I didn't bother covering them. He might have even seen my panties.
"Like this?"
"Uh... yeah."
I leaned against the counter while Min-jae mopped under the stool. When I tried to sit back down before the floor had fully dried, he pulled the stool away.
"It's still wet."
"I'm wet too."
"Huh?"
"I'm kidding. Relax."
Min-jae went back to mopping. Once the cleaning was done, he wrung out the mop, hung it up, and took off his apron. The store manager checked the counter one last time and went into his office. Min-jae passed by me, then leaned in close, bringing his face to my ear and speaking in a low voice.
"Noona, let's go grab a drink after this."
His breath brushed against my ear. I didn't take my eyes off my phone screen.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I have plans."
"You going to meet another guy again?"
I looked up at him. His face was a little sulky.
"Yeah."
I looked back down at the screen.
"A guy I know said he'd buy me dinner, so I said yes."
"Why do you know so many guys?"
Min-jae dropped his voice even lower.
"Last time you said you were meeting some guy too."
"Different guy."
"So how many guys are you seeing?"
I gave him a vague answer.
"None. Just you."
Min-jae didn't even pretend to buy it. He clearly didn't believe me. I gestured for him to come closer. He leaned his ear in.
"...I'll take care of you next time."
I blew a soft stream of air into his ear. His whole body shivered.
"Huh? Uh..."
His cock had probably snapped right to attention. Min-jae didn't say another word. He picked his apron back up, went into the staff break room, and changed clothes.
I texted the guy who'd promised to buy me dinner.
I took off my apron. I was digging a cosmetics pouch out of my bag when the store manager came out of his office, phone in hand, and stepped behind the counter. He saw me getting ready to leave and stood right next to me.
"Chae-won."
"Yes?"
"What are you doing after this?"
"Going out to eat."
"With who?"
"A guy I know."
The store manager looked down at my phone screen.
"Cancel and come eat with me."
"Why?"
"I'll buy you meat."
I put the cosmetics pouch back in my bag.
"What kind of meat?"
"Beef."
"I only eat Hanwoo."
"Of course it's Hanwoo."
"Okay."
I answered immediately, picked up my phone, and texted the guy I'd been planning to meet.
I turned off the screen the second his reply came in. It was only going to be dinner and sex anyway. I could just do that with the store manager.
"You cancel?"
"Yes."
The store manager looked at me for a moment, then finished tidying the counter and shut off the shop lights. Min-jae left first. He glanced at me on his way out, but with the store manager standing right there, he didn't say anything.
I dropped my apron in the laundry bin and grabbed my bag. I waited beside the store manager while he locked the front door. We walked to the Hanwoo Restaurant five minutes from the cafe.
The store manager opened the menu and checked the prices first. I looked at the pictures and picked the combo that looked the most delicious.
"Let's get this."
He looked back and forth between the menu and me, then finally ordered the combo I'd chosen. The second the meat arrived, I grabbed the tongs and laid every single piece on the grill.
"Hey, you can't put it all on at once."
"We've got to eat fast."
The store manager flipped the meat. I picked off the pieces that were done and ate them — some dipped in salt, some in sesame oil. Wrapping them in lettuce seemed to hide the flavor, so I just ate the meat plain.
"You eat well, Chae-won."
"Yes. It's good."
"You're gonna have plenty of energy tonight."
He grinned as he poured soju into my glass.
"You should eat a lot too, Manager."
I set a well-done piece of meat in front of him.
"You'll need the energy for later."
"Yeah, I should eat too."
He put the meat in his mouth and glanced at the menu again.
"But this stuff's expensive. Can't really order much more."
"Come on, how much could it be?"
It wasn't my money, so I felt zero pressure. When a server walked by, I ordered the same combo again. The store manager swallowed the meat in his mouth and stared at me. I put the second plate on the grill too. We had a few more drinks. By the time we walked out, I was full.
I stood in front of the restaurant and pulled out a cigarette. The store manager lit one beside me. We stood there in silence for a while before he leaned toward me.
"Want to head straight to a motel?"
"Yeah, let's go."
I linked my arm through his. After we finished our cigarettes, we walked toward the alley lined with motels. It was Saturday night, so the streets were fucking packed. I was leaning into his arm as we walked when my sister suddenly crossed my mind.
Today was Saturday. She might bring her boyfriend home.
Ah, right. Fuck.
If I went to a motel, I wouldn't get to watch my sister and her boyfriend have sex.
I stopped walking and pulled my hand free of his arm.
"Manager, give me a second."
I took out my phone and called my sister. She picked up after about two rings.
"Unnie, are you home?"
"Yeah, why."
I could hear the television in the background.
"Did you bring your boyfriend over?"
"Yeah, why."
Just as I'd expected.
"Got it. Bye."
I hung up before she could ask anything else, stuffed the phone back in my bag, and turned straight to the store manager.
"Manager, want to come to my place instead? It's close."
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine."
It was my house too. I linked my arm through his again and turned us toward home. Our place was less than a ten-minute walk. He'd save money on a motel, so it worked out for him too.
I climbed the stairs with the store manager and opened the front door. Television noise and voices drifted from the living room. My sister was sitting on the living room floor drinking with her boyfriend. Beer cans and delivery food sat on the table.
I'd never seen this guy before. His face was decent. He was sitting, so I couldn't tell his height, but his shoulders looked broad. His body looked good too. Judging by his build, his dick was probably big as well.
I took off my shoes and greeted my sister's boyfriend.
"Hi, oppa."
I'd never met him, but I always introduced myself like that. If he was my sister's boyfriend, he was oppa. Most guys got a little flustered. This one was no different. He set down his beer can and looked at me.
"Uh... uh, hi."
My sister introduced me with an annoyed look on her face.
"My little sister. Her name's Chae-won, but just call her the crazy bitch."
I pretended I hadn't heard a thing, took the store manager's hand, and headed for my room. My sister gave him a quick once-over but didn't ask who he was. It wasn't the first time I'd brought a guy home. She went back to drinking and watching TV with her boyfriend.
I led the store manager into my room and shut the door. The television from the living room came through faintly. With him inside, my room looked even smaller. The bed was a super single — narrower than a motel bed.
I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to him.
"Want to shower first, Manager, or just do it?"
"Uh, let's just do it. But... there are people outside."
He looked at the closed door and lowered his voice. I stripped everything off in one go and tossed it on the floor. The bra came off with my T-shirt; the panties went down with the skirt in a single motion. The store manager swallowed hard.
"Who cares. We're adults. They're gonna do it themselves in a bit anyway."
I pulled his T-shirt up over his head, then yanked his pants and underwear down together. I started by sucking him off. I'd noticed it last time too — he got hard fast even if he was small. The problem was that even fully hard, he was still fucking tiny. Still, I'd freeloaded on Hanwoo, so I couldn't half-ass it.
I gripped his thighs and sucked harder than before.
"Nn... ngh..."
His body tensed. I pulled my mouth off for a second and looked up at him.
"Does it hurt, Manager? Feels fucking good, right."
"Yeah, fucking good. Keep going."
I did as he asked a little longer, then climbed on top of him. He hesitated for a moment before asking,
"Is it okay without a condom?"
"We didn't use one last time either. Just do it."
I took his cock, lined it up with my hole, and pushed it in. It was a little small, so it didn't go very deep. I still sank down as far as it would go.
"Aaah! Haaang!"
It didn't actually hurt much, but I moaned like it did. The second I was on top of him, he grabbed my tits with both hands. I'd noticed last time too — this guy was fucking obsessed with my chest. He buried his face in them, alternating between biting and sucking each one, working especially hard on my nipples.
"I wish my wife had bigger tits too."
He even compared me to his wife like it was nothing. I wondered if he was going to divorce her and propose to me. He seemed to have some money, so marrying him wouldn't be the worst idea. Live with him a few years, divorce, collect the settlement. Though the odds of me getting caught cheating first were higher. For now, better not to marry him and just squeeze him for everything I could.
"Just have more of mine, then."
"Yeah, fucking delicious. Seriously."
He answered without even lifting his head. I wrapped my arms around his head and brought it up.
"Manager, raise my hourly wage a bit."
He pulled his mouth off and looked up at me.
"What are you gonna do for me?"
"What do you mean, what. I'm doing it right now."
I rolled my hips like crazy. My hourly wage went up with every roll of my hips and every downward thrust. Sweat poured off me. There was no air conditioning in the room.
I pulled off him and opened the door. The television from the living room got louder. You couldn't see straight into my room from the living room — but you could hear everything.
The store manager freaked out.
"Huh? Why are you opening the door?"
"Who cares. We're grown adults. We're allowed to have sex."
My sister's voice floated in from the living room.
"Ugh, that crazy bitch is at it again."
I didn't care. I climbed back on top of the store manager and worked my hips hard. His cock was firmer than before. For all the complaining, everyone really did like this kind of thing.
Cool air from the living room AC drifted into the room, touching my sweat-soaked back. The sweat started to dry a little.
"Aaang! Aaaang... haang... fucking good..."
His dick was so small it wasn't actually that good. I just had to put in this much work after freeloading on Hanwoo.
My sister's boyfriend glanced over as he headed for the kitchen. To get there, he had to pass right by my door. He'd probably gotten curious from the sounds. He would've seen my ass. Looking at that might make him want my sister more — or maybe it would make him want me even more.