Same-Day Payday
“Unlike other shops, we have one unusual policy — for VIP clients only, we pay out the contract commission the same day.”
After closing Lee Mikyeong’s twenty-million-won contract, I’d asked Shin Iseol about the terms and the commission structure, and that was the answer I got. Same-day payout. Bold as hell. But a condition that generous had to cut both ways.
“If they pay in installments, we hand over twenty percent of whatever the shop receives that month, right away. Mikyeong paid the full twenty million in a lump sum, so that doesn’t apply. Honestly, for a shop, our benefits are ridiculously good.”
“And if a penalty fee comes up?”
“VIP clients don’t generate penalty fees. Of course, there’s always a worst-case scenario. That’s why we tell people not to blow a big payout the second it lands.”
It was a slippery answer. Refunds weren’t impossible, and yet she was telling me not to worry much about penalties. Which meant VIP refunds were almost unheard of. And maybe there were other VIP secrets I still didn’t know.
“Think about it from the client’s side. You sign a twenty-million-won contract and then ask for a refund? The penalty alone would be two million. They’d just switch designated therapists instead.”
“…Do twenty-million-won contracts happen often?”
“Not really. A newbie who just started landing one is completely unheard of. Anyway, I’ve talked long enough. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
According to Shin Iseol, the commission alone I could collect today was a full 5.4 million won. Factor in today’s treatment time and another hundred thousand or so would stack on top.
Choi Wonjae had already sidled up and slung an arm around my shoulder.
“Twenty million? Damn. That Mikyeong lady really was a whale. When she booked with me she barely scraped together five.”
“She left looking extremely satisfied, too. I keep wondering what on earth happened in that room… Park Yuyoung, Lee Mikyeong — with both of them, I have no idea what goes on in there…”
“Park Yuyoung? She re-upped too?”
“Yes! Director, you didn’t know?”
“Nope. Had no idea. How much?”
“Four million.”
“Whoa~ Junhyun’s stuffing himself today, huh? Doesn’t that mean he owes us beef?”
“…You’re the one who hit the jackpot, Director, so you should be buying. Since when does the guy who brought in the money pick up the tab for steak?”
“Hahaha. Get him settled before noon, yeah? A therapist this good has earned it~”
“Still not actually offering to buy the beef, I see.”
Once Choi Wonjae left the counter, Shin Iseol dropped her voice to a whisper.
“He’s thrilled on the inside. He just never hands out praise. That’s how the director always is. Anyway, like he said — a pretty fat deposit’s hitting your account today. What are you going to do with it?”
In a single day, 5.5 million won was about to land in my bank. To some people that might be pocket change. To me it was an absurd fortune. I wasn’t sure my account had ever held that much at once.
There was something I’d wanted to do the moment I got my first paycheck. Paycheck was generous — it was basically a day’s wage.
“I want to send my mom some spending money. I’ve been living on my own, so I haven’t seen her face in a while.”
Shin Iseol propped her chin in her hand and gave a little snort of a laugh at my modest answer.
“What a good son. And?”
That question made me think of my Saturday plans with Lee Yeondo, and I answered accordingly.
“I was going to buy some clothes.”
Shin Iseol’s head snapped up. She narrowed her eyes into flat slits and glared at me.
“Don’t tell me…?”
Ugh. Does she know I’m meeting Yeondo? They got friendly — they wouldn’t have spilled everything to each other, would they?
Getting hit with a workplace-romance suspicion would be a problem.
“Lee Mikyeong asked to meet you outside, or something.”
Honestly, that might have been the better option.
“Ah — no. Nothing like that. I just don’t have anything decent to wear for commuting.”
“I noticed. I kept wondering why you always showed up looking so scruffy.”
“…You sound exactly like my mother.”
“Excuse me? Come on. Anyone would think that.”
“Can I call you Mom, then?”
“…Don’t even dream it. But those heels I lent you earlier — they actually helped, right?”
“Not decisive, but to a degree…?”
“Then I own a stake. No excuses — buy me something good. If you say mix coffee, I’ll kill you.”
The second she finished, she mimed stirring a cup of coffee with one finger.
“Ah, when I make it, it’s not mix coffee — it’s TOP.”
“Ugh. Cringe. Why are you so smooth all of a sudden, seriously?”
“Go on, say it. ‘Kang Junhyun, when did you get so smooth?’ Say that and I’ll answer.”
“Aah! Enough! Get out of here. Go!”
We were still laughing and bickering when the shop door opened.
A welcome face. Jin Ayoung looked between me and Shin Iseol, then gave a sly little smile and waved.
Shin Iseol bowed a full ninety degrees to the woman walking in.
“Hello — you’re Jin Ayoung, correct? You don’t have a reservation today. Just dropping by?”
“I came to see the gentleman standing next to you.”
Shin Iseol stared at me in shock. The question written across her forehead was unmistakable: How many VIPs does this guy even know?
“Do you have a minute?”
“Yes. My schedule’s done for the day. Here for a massage?”
I set a light hand at her waist and walked out with her. I could feel a burning stare on my back. Shin Iseol was probably convinced something was going on between us.
Well — she wouldn’t be wrong. Jin Ayoung and I had mixed skin and mixed tongues. My first sex and my first kiss both belonged to her.
“I’d love to, but I’ve been telling you — we’ve been running a Halloween event for a while now. I have to get back early. I need to check every employee’s costume and makeup myself.”
“Ah, right. So today you’re just here for a quick face-to-face?”
“Heehee. That would feel a little incomplete, wouldn’t it?”
“?”
“I figured if I just showed up empty-handed you’d be disappointed, so I brought my card. If we’re switching your designation and renewing the contract, we’ll need it.”
“Oh — you really don’t have to…”
“Aigoo~ Junhyun, you are terrible at lying. I can feel how happy you are right now.”
I grinned sheepishly, and she took my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world, lacing her fingers through mine.
Thump—
My heart kicked hard, and heat flooded straight down between my legs. Wow. Just holding hands and I was this worked up?
“Want to go in my car? I’ve got about thirty minutes free.”
Thump— thump— thump—
Thirty minutes? Five would have been plenty!!
A short while later I was at Jin Ayoung’s car. She’d driven a K7.
Blunt as anything, she’d come without underwear, and she confessed that the moment I put my hand on her waist her inner thighs had already gone wet. So all I had to do was drop my pants and I could slide straight in.
She tried to lay me down across the back seat; I caught her by the waist, flipped her, and pinned her under me — the reverse of our first time.
“Oh my!”
Giggling as she settled beneath me, Jin Ayoung looked up with eyes completely different from a moment ago.
“This time I’ll take the top.”
“Are you going to narrate every single move that politely?”
She lifted her face and pressed a soft peck to my lips. I flushed, embarrassed. Maybe too much explanation backfired. She must have found that cute, because she came in for another kiss — and I seized her mouth hard. Her tongue pushed in as if it had been waiting. This time I didn’t stay still; I shoved past her tongue and drove mine deep between her lips, stirring her thoroughly.
“Mmm…”
Jin Ayoung’s eyes drifted shut as she poured every nerve into the kiss.
While we kissed I got my pants open, my cock already long and hard, and guided it toward her crotch. She shook her head, pulled a condom from her pocket, and rolled it down over me.
Then I pushed in.
“Haaah…”
From the entrance alone she was packed full, and a soft, broken sound spilled from her mouth.
Car sex! Actual car sex!
Different place, different flavor. The thrill of doing something forbidden hit hard and the urge to finish came rushing in fast — but I wasn’t the man I used to be. Not the tricks I’d learned from jerking off. Real experience. I’d been with three women now, and I gritted down on the rising climax, controlling the pace.
I slowed my thrusts, buried myself deep, and savored the feel of her — and from underneath, Jin Ayoung whispered,
“Has it… gotten a little bigger than before?”
She set a hand on my chest like she meant to push me away. Pleasure-drunk face, pushing hand — the contradiction was almost funny.
She wasn’t wrong. I had gotten bigger. Harder than made any sense, too, so the fullness inside her had to feel different.
I shut her up by claiming her mouth again and drove my hips hard. Our pelvic bones knocked together with a lewd, wet sound.
Thump— thump— thump—
The car rocked and creaked under us and I flinched. Anyone looking in from outside would know exactly what we were doing.
I still had no intention of stopping. Worst case, I’d fall back on the job. We were just doing a massage in here. Massage made a perfect excuse for anything.
“Ah… it feels so good. Junhyun… I think I’m going to come.”
This fast? I was close myself, but I’d figured that was a guy thing. Did car sex hit women harder too?
She crossed her legs around my waist and squeezed down like she was the one taking me. The long, rigid length of me flexed deeper, driving in until it locked against her like a latch just short of her womb and refused to pull free.
Hah — fucking incredible.
The grip was unreal. Hundreds of tight little folds clung and begged to be rubbed raw.
A little pre-cum slipped out, but it didn’t matter. The thin barrier was doing its job — I could empty myself as hard as I wanted without worrying about a kid.
I slowly shoved her sweater up and grabbed her breasts.
“Hnn— aah… you’re so good…”
Was being told I was good always this intoxicating? I felt the cum, thick with pure male triumph, start to climb from under my balls. I tried to ease off a fraction — and Jin Ayoung yanked my hips back in, urging me to keep thrusting.
“Don’t stop… if you want to come, come.”
“Is that okay? I still want more, and… if I finish early I was worried you’d think less of me…”
“Pfft. Ah, you’re adorable… you were holding back over that?”
“Yeah…”
“Come as much as you want. I don’t think that at all. And if we’re still hungry for it, we push a little and go again.”
Hah… Jin Ayoung was an angel.
So perfect I wanted to rip the condom off and just do it — a lovable, dangerous angel.
That was all it took. I couldn’t hold back. I crushed my mouth to hers in a fierce kiss, and her hands came up to cradle my face.
Lips grinding against lips, the climax hit its peak, and a sound tore out of me through the kiss.
“Khhnn…”
“Ah — me too… hnn!”
Still sheathed, I locked onto her waist and hammered through the final stretch.
Slap— slap— slap— slap—!
For a second I couldn’t breathe. Neither could she. The frantic grinding below was so good it blanked the mind; her mouth moved against mine in a frenzy. After that it was bite, suck, nibble — no pause, devouring everything we could reach.
Then at last — spurt— — the cum poured out, and I held her tight while my hips shuddered.
“Huuuh…”
Jin Ayoung broke the kiss and licked her lips, eyes soft and rolled with pure bliss.
I checked my watch and asked in a rush,
“It’s nine-thirty. How much time do we have left?”
“Mmm, about ten minutes?”
“Got another condom?”
“Heh. Yes. Plenty right here.”
After that I took her two more times in her car. Thump. Thump.