afternoon-affair-part-time-job

The rain continued the next day. I went to the office soaked.

Despite the downpour, Miss Kang and Kim Nam-oh were already at work in the office.

I entered the office, sat down in the armchair, and blankly stared out the window at the falling rain.

The office seemed quiet, perhaps because of the rain.

Kim Nam-oh stopped by my office, chattered pointlessly, then left for the oriental medicine clinic he managed. Only Miss Kang and I remained.

"Would you like coffee?"

Miss Kang came over and asked me.

"Yeah."

While Miss Kang prepared coffee, I flipped through the newspaper. On the society page was an article titled 'Sweeping Crackdown on Massage Parlors.'

The article reported that some massage parlors, in addition to visually impaired masseurs, employed women called 'guides' who engaged in prostitution.

Soon, Miss Kang brought the coffee.

"Vice President, what are you reading?"

Miss Kang placed the coffee cup on the desk, then came over beside me and asked.

"Nothing special."

"Did you see the article about massage parlors?"

"Yeah. Did you read it too, Miss Kang?"

"Yes."

Miss Kang answered with a smile. I took a sip of coffee.

"Have you ever been to one of those places?"

"No."

I shook my head. I had never been to a massage parlor.

"Vice President, if you're tired, you should try going to a massage parlor."

"I go to the bathhouse for a massage. Why would I go to a massage parlor?"

"Massage parlors give massages, don't they?"

"They have steam rooms too. They even give baths."

"Is it just massage?"

"How would you know about that, Miss Kang?"

I cautiously probed her. Judging by the way she wriggled her backside or the makeup on her face, Miss Kang didn't seem like an ordinary girl.

"I worked there, so how wouldn't I know?"

Miss Kang pouted her lips.

"So you know how to give a massage?"

"The blind people do the massaging."

"Then what did you do there, Miss Kang?"

"You really don't know?" "I don't."

I shook my head. Without having been to one, there was no way to know what a massage parlor was really like.

"I see."

"See what?"

"I'll teach you. Just buy me a drink tonight."

"Sure."

I readily agreed. As if I couldn't afford a cheap drink like that.

"Come here and lie down."

Miss Kang pointed to the sofa. I took off my suit jacket and lay face down on the sofa.

"Just my luck—nothing to do and bored. Close your eyes and stay still."

"Yeah."

I closed my eyes as she instructed.

Miss Kang took off her shoes, climbed onto the sofa, and sat astride my buttocks.

`What kind of girl is this? Even if I'm her boss, how can she sit on my ass to give a massage...`

I was curious about Miss Kang's true nature, but I felt satisfied.

The sensation of Miss Kang's plump, soft buttocks. Then, as her gentle hands began kneading my shoulders, I felt like I was floating.

"The rain is getting heavier."

At Miss Kang's words, I opened my eyes and looked outside. It was pitch dark outside because of the rain.

"Yeah."

"There's not a single person walking outside."

"Yeah."

"It really feels like the saying—'Who'd come to the field during a downpour?'"

"Oh, right."

Miss Kang suddenly jumped up from my buttocks and got off the sofa.

"What?"

"Vice President, you need to take your medicine."

"Medicine?"

"I'll go get it. Wait a moment."

Miss Kang pulled down her skirt and quickly went out. I smiled bitterly.

I was glad she gave me expensive tonic medicine every day, but somehow I felt like I was being raised like livestock.

"Take it."

Soon, Miss Kang returned with tonic medicine in a plastic pouch. I sat up on the sofa and drank the medicine.

"Vice President, how do you feel?"

"What about what?"

"The medicine. Does it feel effective?"

"Hmm. It's medicine, so it should be effective."

"They say this is different from other medicines and works quickly."

"Is that so?"

"Lie down again."

I lay down once more. Then Miss Kang sat on my buttocks again and massaged my shoulders, pressing on my spine.

Then she stood up and began slowly stepping on my back.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror on the wall, I saw Miss Kang had hiked her skirt way up and was stepping on my back.

`Damn bitch. What's she doing, flashing her underwear like that?`

I grumbled inwardly.

"How is it? Does it feel good?"

"Yeah. It feels great."

"Should I do this every day?"

"That would be nice."

"It can't be free."

"I'll buy you drinks whenever you ask."

"How can I live on just alcohol?"

"Then what should I do for you?"

"Hehe...!"

"Why are you laughing?"

"Please grant my requests."

"What requests?"

"I'll gradually teach you."

"Fine. I'll buy you anything you ask for, Miss Kang."

"I'm not Miss Kang."

"Then?"

"I'm Mrs. Kang."},{

"Mrs.? You're married?"

"Yes."

"So you have a husband?"

"I do."

"Is it okay if your husband finds out about this?"

"It's just a part-time job. What's the problem?"

I was dumbfounded. I finally realized Miss Kang wasn't an ordinary woman, and I tensed up.

"Lie down."

Mrs. Kang made me lie down. I lay on the sofa.

Mrs. Kang brought over a chair, sat down, and like a barber shop woman, placed my arm on her thigh and began kneading it.

"I've been doing part-time work for a long time."

"What does your husband do?"

"He's unemployed."

"Unemployed?"

"He does laundry at home, takes care of the kids, and cooks..."

"How old are you, Mrs. Kang?"

"Twenty-seven."

"You married young."

"I got married at nineteen."

"That young?"

Mrs. Kang lifted my hand and tucked it under her armpit. My hand accidentally brushed against her firm breasts.

"We dated in high school. When we graduated, the boy and I went to a love motel and I got pregnant."

I closed my eyes and pictured the love motel.

As students, Mrs. Kang and the boy probably went to a cheap motel and hastily mingled their young bodies in passion.

"So that's why you married."},{

"Yes."

"Why did you start part-time work?"

"My husband went into the military."

"Tsk tsk..."

I clicked my tongue. When her husband went into the military, Mrs. Kang went to a vocational academy and learned barbering.

There, they taught not only shaving but also massage techniques.

After learning how to shave and give massages, Mrs. Kang moved from one barber shop to another.

But although barber shops were profitable, they were heavily monitored.

Her husband would probably not approve if he found out she was giving massages after being discharged from the military.

Mrs. Kang went to an event company.

The event company arranged part-time prostitution for her.

The job only required a pager, so Mrs. Kang could easily do it.

While doing the dishes at home or taking a nap, when a call came, she'd quickly wash her face and rush to the designated place.

The next day, the boss would deposit money into her account.

"I learned massage techniques at the barber shop too."

Mrs. Kang gave a faint, self-mocking smile.

"When were you at the massage parlor?"

"Until recently."

"How much do they charge there?"

"About 100,000 won. Some places charge more..."

"But what happens when you go?"

"First, you take a shower, then a visually impaired masseur gives you a massage."

"Then what?"

"Then a girl comes in and has sex with you."

Mrs. Kang now began massaging my legs.

She alternated massaging each leg, deliberately brushing her hand against my penis. It felt just like getting a massage at a sleazy barber shop.

"Mom!"

Mrs. Kang widened her eyes in mock surprise.

"What?"

"It's getting bigger!"

"How can it not get bigger when you're touching it, Mrs. Kang?"

"It's probably because of the medicine."

"Medicine my ass..."

I slapped Mrs. Kang's buttocks. My penis was already fully erect.

"Vice President."

"Yeah?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"What can't you do?"

"Looking at this, I can't hold back anymore."

"Mrs. Kang, just do what you want."

"Ah!"

Mrs. Kang stroked my penis over my pants.

I tightly closed my eyes. Mrs. Kang unzipped my pants and grabbed it with both hands.

"Oh my!"

Mrs. Kang opened her mouth in astonishment.

"Is this the first time you've seen one?"

"Y-yes, first time. H-how can it be this big?"

"Still, no woman's died from it yet."

"I... I'm going to get sick today."

"Try it once."

"Yes."

Mrs. Kang quickly pulled down the underwear she wore under her skirt, then climbed onto the sofa and lowered her buttocks toward my penis.

"Ugh... ugh...!"

Mrs. Kang's mouth gaped open. Outside, thunder and lightning now raged violently.

A blue flash struck, then distant thunder rumbled and a bolt of lightning crashed down.

"Save me!"

Mrs. Kang began shaking her buttocks and crying.

"Vice President, please save me!"

"Are you okay?"

"I can't do it!"

"Then get up!"

"No! Keep going! Vice President, keep going!"

"Mrs. Kang, you can't take it."

"Ugh... ugh...!"

"Mrs. Kang!"

"Vice President, I don't care if I die! Don't worry about me. This is the first time I've felt anything this good. Don't stop. P-please... Mom... Mom...!"

Mrs. Kang suddenly started crying out for her mother.

"Mom... I'm... going... to... Hong... Kong...!"

Mrs. Kang's face was soaked with tears like a rag. I didn't miss that moment and fiercely thrust into her.

"Ah!"

Mrs. Kang screamed and shrieked. Then her eyes rolled white and she collapsed limply.

"Damn it! What am I supposed to do if you pass out alone?"

I laid the limp Mrs. Kang down on the sofa.

Mrs. Kang only groaned weakly, like a dying animal.