A Day in the Life of OP Prostitute Yeon-woo (1)
Academy closing time is 9 p.m. But instead of heading straight home, I hop in a taxi and head to Hew Office-tel, just ten minutes away.
"7,500 won."
"Here you go."
Before getting out of the taxi, I slip on my sunglasses and a mask—just in case someone recognizes me, even though COVID's long gone. Once I'm out, I habitually scan the surroundings before heading toward the towering 35-story office-tel building.
I push open the gilded brass front door, which gives off a somewhat luxurious vibe, pass through the neatly kept lobby, and press the elevator call button.
Waiting for the elevator to rise slowly from B2, I glance around furtively. It's become a habit to watch out like a meerkat, worried someone might be staring at me strangely.
Ding!
The doors open. Ah, I wanted to ride alone. But today, of all days, there's already a passenger who got on from the underground parking lot.
"What floor?"
The guy inside is a 40-something in a suit. His nose is bright red like a strawberry—he's clearly had a drink or two. He quickly scans me up and down, then strikes up a friendly conversation.
I reply in a deliberately curt, chilly voice.
"Hit 30 for me."
"Ah... haha... sure."
"..."
But the uncle doesn't press the button. It's already lit up for 30.
"..."
"..."
He's going to the same floor as me. The atmosphere turns awkward in an instant.
"Ahem... ahem."
Maybe feeling embarrassed or noticing the vibe, Strawberry Nose Uncle clears his throat awkwardly by himself. He pretends to check his reflection in the mirror while stealing glances at me. Especially at my lower body—my tight jeans clinging to my duck-butt ass, which juts out plump and firm. He thinks he's being sneaky, but women have a radar for men's gazes. We instinctively catch eyes heading for our chests or asses.
That middle-aged uncle's sticky gaze keeps landing on my waistline and hips.
This is what they call gaze rape, for fuck's sake.
Getting annoyed, I cross my arms and edge toward the corner, putting some distance between us, but Strawberry Nose Uncle starts staring more openly.
Ugh, you male scum...
"..."
"..."
He doesn't say anything, but he picks up on my body's clear signal of disgust and averts his eyes.
...But not for long. He sneaks another peek at my waistline soon enough. The already tense air grows even stuffier, the silence suffocating.
I pull out my phone to check Instagram messages, pretending to ignore him, while Strawberry Nose Uncle fakes fiddling with his phone but keeps ogling my body like meat on display at a butcher shop.
"..."
It feels longer than it is, but the elevator finally reaches 30.
"Oh, go ahead first."
"..."
I coldly ignore his fake politeness and head to room 3001, unlocking the door and slipping inside. Before closing it, I glance back—chills run down my spine as Strawberry Nose lingers, still eyeing my retreating ass with a lecherous glint.
"Fuck."
A curse slips out unbidden. He didn't even say anything to me, but it sours my mood anyway. I slam the door shut like he's chasing me.
"Phew."
Feeling safe at last, I let out a sigh of relief and step into the office-tel room.
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It's a roughly 300-square-foot one-room office-tel. There's an inner soundproof door; open it, and you get a bathroom and a single bedroom space. The bedroom has a fridge, washer, drying rack, and bed. Lewd red lighting dimly illuminates the room, and a thick scented candle burns to mask the cum stench.
This is my workplace. On weekdays, I spend two to three hours here from 10 p.m. until midnight or 1 a.m.
I kick off my heels and step in—damp towels are scattered on the floor. We have to shower with every client per session, so we use a ton of towels, but the girl from the previous slot left them tossed everywhere without cleaning up.
"Goddamn bitch didn't clean up again."
Does she do it on purpose? Every time, that cunt leaves the towels for me to deal with. I chuck them into the laundry bin, then head to the closet. I strip off my jeans and blouse, hanging them up, and grab the hall outfit from the hanger.
You know, the cheap scraps of fabric whores wear to turn clients on.
"Eww, fishnet today."
Today's hall outfit is a full-body fishnet stocking. I strip naked, underwear and all, then struggle into the mesh that's more net than fabric.
The cheap Chinese-made fibers cling tight to my firm body, digging in slightly. I check myself out in the full-length mirror.
170 cm tall, slim build. Natural 70G-cup tits. Below them, a smooth 22-inch ant waist on a sleek young woman stares back. And in stark contrast to that cinched waist, wide 38-inch hips and a perky, taut ass. My cola-bottle figure traces a seductive curve, and like always, I fall into self-admiration.
A premium body anyone would want to fuck. Honestly, I'm secretly proud. This has to be top 0.001% in Korea, right? Even I, a woman, think it's stunning.
Guys who get to fuck me are lucky as hell.
And draped over my pale skin, the black full-body fishnet stockings. Embarrassingly, there's a huge hole in the crotch for easy access to that.
A vulgar, slutty design made solely for sex. But seeing my lewd reflection gets me aroused, and my hand drifts down below.
Squelch...
I'm the type who gets super wet anyway, but excitement has my pussy already slick! Imagining men going feral at the sight of my body makes me heat up on my own.
"Mmm... not bad at all."
Lost in self-obsession, I grab my phone, angle it so my face is out of frame, and snap a mirror selfie. Checking the time: 9:55 p.m. Business starts at 10, so five minutes to go.
I flop onto the bed in the corner and, habit kicking in, idly rub my pussy while texting the Manager with my other hand.
"Another uncle..."
Tch. Money's money, but I'd prefer a young, ripped 20-something...
Oh, quick OP rundown: The Manager—aka pimp—manages "managers" like me, the OP girls. True to the name, we rent office-tel rooms and slot girls in per schedule. Clients find us via promo sites online, and we hook them up.
Clients pick from promo site profiles like ordering off a menu: Ji-hye +3, Da-hee +2, etc. What's +3, +2? Like RPG weapon levels. Base is 150,000 won; +3 adds 30,000. Hotter/more demanded girls get steeper adds—big tits, pretty face, killer skills.
Me? +150,000. Clients start at 300,000 to fuck me. Feels objectifying, but +50k+ is premium top-tier; +150k is insane.
Of course, I don't pocket the full 300k—house take. So options add up. Base 300k: 1 hour, one creampie—condom mandatory.
Extras: +50k for two pops in 60 min, +100k for two in 90, +30k for client costume, spanking/SM play, etc.
Finally, creampie option. Riskiest due to pregnancy/STDs—most girls skip it. I do it for +100k with fresh 12-panel STD test within a week.
The more I make, the better, but why drop that much at once? First client too.
With that, I finish prepping for the client.
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"...Huh?"
"...Huh?"
I crack the door at the quiet knock and freeze.
"The girl from the elevator earlier?"
It was Strawberry Nose Uncle from the elevator.