The Company Dinner Disaster
“Did you bring your towel, Yerim?”
Oh, crap! I completely forgot about Yeongseon’s towel. We’re working the same shift today, which means I’m going to be pestered for hours. She stuck to my side, poking me repeatedly. She was wearing her usual Adidas track pants and an athletic crop top that left her belly button fully exposed. I stole a glance at her, dodging her pokes as best I could.
“Ah, stop it, Noona! I said I was sorry!”
“Hey, do you think I’m a pushover lately? Huh?”
There was no malice in it; it was just the kind of playful bickering a cat does with a mouse it finds cute. She enjoyed watching me twist and turn as she poked at my ribs. Then, her eyes drifted down toward my sweatpants.
“Well, well? You little shit. You haven’t even started working and you’re already thinking about eating. Are you hiding a Big Farm sausage in there?”
Seeing the object dangling beneath my gray sweatpants, she reached out and grabbed my pocket area. Ugh. This was a major disaster.
“Ah, Noona, that hurts! What are you doing! Let go already! Are you a pervert?”
Yeongseon didn’t even realize what she was holding as she played around. “Hey, why does it hurt? What hurts? I’m just holding a sausage, what’s so painful about that?”
“Th-that, Noona. This. It’s... my... cock...”
“Huh? What?”
A cock? She stood there blankly for a second, as if confirming what she’d just heard, before pulling her hand back as if she’d been burned by a flame. She scrambled backward.
“Ha, uh, I mean, you... you’re pretty well-endowed, aren’t you? You little brat. Can’t you keep it under control? You should take it off and store it somewhere else when you’re not using it. Why would you shove something like that in my face and scare me?”
She walked behind the counter, tossing out a joke like she always did, but her neck and ears were bright red. She must be incredibly embarrassed. Even though she makes dirty jokes all the time, she clearly has no tolerance for actually touching the real thing. She suddenly went quiet, and she even went out of her way to re-check the register balance that we’d already finished auditing. Feeling her own face burning, she took it out on me.
“What are you staring at, you brat? Go clean the keyboard, will you? You want to die?”
“I’m on it! Stop being so cranky for no reason.”
My cock, touched by the hands of a pretty woman, tried to twitch, but I suppressed it. Other than that, the rest of the shift went by uneventfully. To dilute her embarrassment, Noona kept talking to me, and since I didn’t want to bring it up again either, we just chatted normally. Then, I suddenly remembered Yerim’s clothing situation.
“Ah, Noona. By the way, do you have any clothes you don’t wear anymore?”
“Oh, you pervert. Trying to pull something again? Hey, who are you going to sell them to? Is there a buyer? If you split the profit with me, I’ll give them to you. Just say the word.”
“Ah, it’s not like that! I just know someone who needs them. Just stuff she can wear at home.”
Yeongseon and Yerim are both around 170cm tall, so they have similar builds. Yerim is much more voluptuous, but she could definitely wear things like lounge clothes, dolphin shorts, or women’s t-shirts. Bras wouldn’t fit, but it would be great if I could get some everyday clothes. I’d love to buy her new things, but my bank account is screaming!
“Who’s going to be wearing them?” Yeongseon stopped joking and asked. Uh, how should I answer? If I say my girlfriend is going to wear them, she might be annoyed.
“Um. My cousin ran away from home. But she doesn’t have anything to wear at my place. And my bank balance is so low that buying new stuff is...”
“Ran away? What happened?”
“Family issues are a bit complicated.”
“Got it. I was actually planning on clearing out my closet anyway, so this works out well. How tall is she?”
“About the same as you.”
“Let’s go to my place after work. I’ll pack some for you.”
As expected, despite all her talk, Yeongseon really takes good care of the people around her! She was a truly good person. If I stop by after work and take the clothes, Yerim will be waiting for me, right? I thanked her and counted down the seconds until the end of my shift.
But thirty minutes before closing, the boss showed up. Something felt ominous... and my intuition wasn’t wrong. He put his gold-ringed hand on my shoulder and dragged me out to the stairs.
“Hey, we’re having a company dinner tonight, so you need to convince Yeongseon to come. You two are close, right?”
I hid my discomfort. Yeongseon avoids you precisely because you keep spouting bullshit at drinking parties. She absolutely hates your guts. But it wouldn’t be great if we both just ran away. He’s a self-proclaimed local big shot, and he has a lot of "brotherly" relationships with the local thugs and delinquent high schoolers. If it got out that Yeongseon and I skipped the dinner and went to my place together, who knows what kind of shit he’d stir up? It was better to just eat and leave.
“Alright. I’ll try talking to her.”
“Oh, thanks! You know I like you, right?”
Like me, my ass. He’s old enough to be my uncle. I grumbled to myself and approached Yeongseon.
“Noona, the boss wants a company dinner. What should we do? If he catches us skipping out, he’s going to be a total nightmare later.”
“Tsk. Let’s just say we’ll eat the free food and leave after the first round. If he gives us shit, I’ll just quit. I was planning on quitting next month anyway. Ugh. That piece-of-shit boss. He keeps glancing at my belly button and thighs lately, I want to gouge his eyes out.”
“What was your friend thinking when she recommended this place to you?”
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about cutting ties with her anyway.”
After finishing our conversation, I sent a text to Yerim. I’ll be home a bit late, so use the debit card to buy some dinner. She’ll see this text once her phone is activated, right?
After work, we grabbed a spot at a nearby all-you-can-eat pork belly restaurant. The boss said he’d invited the day-shift worker and the manager, too. Huh, I guess he didn’t plan on hitting on her while the three of us were there. But I had underestimated the boss.
He sat the day-shift worker at the next table and made sure I, Yeongseon, and the manager sat at his table. The manager is thirty-five, a career PC-bang part-timer, and a Lineage addict. He’s a pushover who just nods at whatever the boss says.
“Hey, Kangmin and Hojun, you two sit on the inside. I’ll sit here, so leave the seat next to me empty.”
He’s planning to make Yeongseon sit next to him when she comes back from smoking. I swallowed my disgust. But Yeongseon, who walked in just then, was one step ahead. She sat right next to me and shoved me with her hip.
“Hojun-oppa! It’s too cramped here. What are you doing! Get over to the boss’s side! You should be pouring him a drink!”
“Oh, uh. Should I?” Like the weak-willed pushover he is, he moved without a word. The boss frowned at Hojun, then glared at me. Why are you glaring at me? It’s because you act like a piece of shit all the time. And there’s a twelve-year age gap between you and Noona, have some shame!
“Alright, everyone, cheers!” Yeongseon pulled the workers from the next table into our conversation, effectively blocking the boss from spouting any more nonsense. The boss, clearly frustrated, downed several shots of soju by himself.
Once the boss stopped talking, the part-timers were already having a blast. Everyone had downed more than a bottle and a half of soju each.
“Ha, but doesn’t everyone have something they want from their partner?”
The tension, already high from talk of crushes and dating, accelerated rapidly until we were discussing everyone’s sexual fantasies. One of the part-timers said he wanted to try it outdoors or on a staircase, then turned the question to Yeongseon.
“Noona, do you have any fantasies?”
“Oh, I have a fetish. I like hitting people. It gets me really excited.”
Is that why she does boxing?
“So, while we’re having sex, I get on top of the guy. And then I take out what I’ve prepared.”
Oh, what is she taking out?
“I take out a hammer and just smash the guy’s forehead with it. Until he dies. That gets me so turned on.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake, what is that!
Everyone burst into laughter at Noona’s joke. She laughed her head off, too, and stared straight at me sitting next to her. “What about you?”
My tastes are too depraved to say out loud! Inserting it into a girl who’s refusing, giving her deep-throats until her makeup is ruined, dirty talk during sex, roleplay... If I told her about the sex I’d had with Yerim and the things I wanted to do, Yeongseon would definitely be disgusted. I shook my head, saying I didn’t have any.
“I just... I don’t really have any fantasies. Just something like a school uniform date at Everland?”
“Hahaha, what is that. You’re so innocent. But you’re right. It’s weird to have fantasies anyway, right?”
Right. I guess I’m just a weird person. I nodded.
After another round of soju, the boss suddenly opened his mouth. He looked at Yeongseon while pretending to talk to the people at the next table.
“Hey, they say women hate it if it’s too big, is that true? Like, it hurts because it hits the back?”
“Ah, what the hell! Why are you talking about such dirty things? And it’s not like it has anything to do with you, Boss, so why do you care?”
Noona launched a full-scale attack, clearly hating that the boss even brought it up. The boss, his face bright red, frowned and grabbed his elbow, raising his arm.
“I, for fuck’s sake, am this big!”
“Hahaha! Bull~shit. What kind of boss has a cock the size of his forearm. I don’t even have to look to know it’s a tiny, shriveled sea squirt.”
“Hey, have you seen it? Have you ever seen it? Want to check today?”
The next table went quiet. That was a bit over the line.
“Whoa~~~ Is it time for sex? Is it sex time today?” One of the part-timers tried to salvage the awkward atmosphere by making a fuss. But Yeongseon’s expression was sour.
“Fuck, stop talking bullshit. And the biggest person here is...” She was about to point at me, but quickly shifted her finger. Well, if I said I had a massive cock, that would be weird too. “I’m good at reading faces. There isn’t a single person here with a ‘big cock’ face. And Boss, you have the face of someone with the smallest cock.”
Everyone laughed loudly. It seemed like the situation was wrapping up, but the boss clearly didn’t think so.
“Hey, you fucking bitch. Who are you to tell me what to do with my cock? You’re really pissing me off, you know that? Have you seen it? Huh?” The boss stood up, shouting. Suddenly, everyone in the restaurant was looking at us. Oh, fuck, we’re doomed. Why is he having a sudden outburst while drinking alone? He must have had so much that he was swaying on his feet. I glanced over and saw Yeongseon already clenching her fists and standing up. If I left it like this, the boss was going to get his jaw broken.
“Oh, you’re really drunk, Boss! Hey, call a designated driver!” I hurriedly grabbed the boss and dragged him outside. He struggled, shouting, “Don’t touch me! Hey, let go!” but I dragged him out anyway. I practically dumped him into a chair outside.
“Boss. Everyone is looking. Calm down.”
“Hey, that bitch is acting so arrogant!”
Oh, fuck. I wanted to just smack him, but I held it in. Fortunately, the boss was panting and hung his head low. Then, his head slumped forward. He seemed to be completely wasted. I went back inside and sat next to Noona.
“Noona, were you really going to hit him?”
“Ah, that piece of shit was pissing me off.”
“Don’t do that, Noona. You’re the only one who’ll lose out.”
“...I know. Anyway, I’m quitting starting tomorrow, so keep that in mind.”
I sighed. It would be weird to keep working here after this. The atmosphere at the dinner table was already ruined. I signaled the manager.
“Hyung, let’s pay and leave. Hyung, please just make sure the boss gets home safe.”
“Oh, uh...”
“Let’s go. I’ll give you those clothes.” Yeongseon took my arm and led me out of the dinner. The other part-timers left in small groups as well. Once we hit the night air, Yeongseon seemed to sober up a bit.
“...Thanks for stopping me. Ha, I really need to temper my temper. It’s not as easy as it sounds.” Yeongseon’s eyes sparkled under the moonlight. Her pace, which had been fast, slowed down until she was walking in step with me.
“But do you really not have any sexual fantasies?”
Eek, is this a continuation of that question from earlier? I hesitated. How should I answer?