After working for a few days, I gradually got used to it. Ms. Tuyen even praised me for mastering the job faster than she expected. At the end of the month, I even received a bonus; I heard that Mr. Hai saw that business was good and gave the employees money as encouragement.
My mother still did her old job, but since she stopped supporting Ms. Hanh, our family has become much better off. Plus, Mr. Sang takes care of all the household expenses, and my mother and I also have our own savings for emergencies.
Seeing me working in such a complicated place, Sang always advises me whenever he has the chance: “Yes, you need money to live, but don’t forget there’s something else more important than money.”
I wondered: “What is it, brother?”
Sang replied, “Auntie Hai. Working in a place like that, you might sometimes fall into temptation. If you decide to disregard everything to earn money, think of Auntie Hai. I’m an orphan, I can live however I want. But you’re different; whatever you do, you have to make sure Auntie Hai can hold her head high.”
I laughed and replied, “Sometimes I see you acting like a little old man.”
Sang said, “That’s right, I have to use a cane every night!”
I frowned and asked, “Huh? Where’s the cane? Where do I use it to go?”
Sang grinned mischievously, “The cane is in my pants. I’ll use it to push your butt to go to the place of pleasure, of course!”
In the morning, the coffee shop was packed, my feet constantly moving from the counter to one table and then another. The girls behind the counter looked out, clicking their tongues in admiration, “If only all country boys were like Phuc, wouldn’t you say?”
Ms. Tuyen lit a cigarette and asked, “You mean he’s diligent and resourceful? I don’t see any country boy who isn’t like that.”
The other girl, swaying her ample breasts, pouted and retorted, “No way. Oh my God, I know country boys are diligent. But Phuc is handsome, his skin is tanned and healthy, not like those pampered city boys.”
Another girl behind the counter stepped forward and said, “You’re really craving him, aren’t you?”
The other girl pretended to be shy, “Of course you are! Oh my God, look at his butt, and his ample breasts, they’d probably fit perfectly in my hands. Looking at him and then at the customers… oh my God, it makes me shudder.”
Ms. Tuyen snapped, “Watch your mouth. Even if you shudder, they’re bringing you money. Stop that habit of getting all excited at the sight of a handsome guy, or you’ll end up starving someday.”
I’ve heard so much about it for the past month that I’ve gotten used to it, and I don’t really care much about what they say. I’m here to earn money, I do my job, let them say whatever they want, as long as they don’t treat me badly.
I carried my coffee to booth number 5 as Tuyen had just called, and surprisingly, I met an acquaintance. Binh, for some reason, was here as a customer. Seeing me, he teased, “What kind of waitress takes so long to bring coffee? I’ll make you pay!”
I joked back, “The place is too crowded, please be understanding. What do you want me to compensate you with?”
Binh pulled me to sit on the hammock in his lap and whispered in my ear, “Give me a fuck and I’ll let it go. Otherwise, I’ll tell the owner!”
As he spoke, he twitched his penis in his pants, touching my butt provocatively. I immediately “broke character”: “This is a workplace, don’t cause trouble. Why are you ‘released’ today and out here?”
Binh replied slyly, “I wasn’t released. I missed you so much that I snuck out here!”
I knew he was lying, but I couldn’t help but smile with delight. I said, “Sit down and relax, I’m going back to work because the customers are calling.”
I was about to leave when Binh grabbed my hand and pulled me back: “Give me a blowjob before you go! My little brother misses you so much!”
Seeing his pleading face, I couldn’t bear to leave him sitting there with his erection in his pants. I sat down on his heels, and he immediately pulled down his pants to free his screaming lower body.
As soon as I took it in, he exhaled, his eyes tightly closed, showing the utmost satisfaction and pleasure. I gave him a blowjob for about two minutes continuously, then I had to separate to go back to serving customers. I told her that if the shop was quiet, I’d come over to her hut to hang out.
As soon as I poked my head out, Ms. Tuyen urged, “Two towels, two jars of yogurt, hut 64, hurry up, it’s urgent!”
Hearing the word “urgent,” I knew immediately what was going on in that hut. Ever since Lui came up with that idea of eating “penis dipped in yogurt,” I’ve been making yogurt for customers non-stop. But no, it’s the girls who eat it, not the customers.
As soon as I stepped inside the hut, an indescribable scene of lewdness unfolded before my eyes. Inside, there weren’t just one, but three couples naked, having sex. Even though I’m gay, I could hardly control myself, especially since the men weren’t old, but strong, healthy young men.
According to the rules, I couldn’t stay long; I just needed to deliver the goods and leave as quickly as possible. Despite my regret, I had no other choice. Before I could even get over my sadness, Ms. Tuyen’s voice boomed in my ears: “Another cold towel, and a jar of yogurt from stall number 5, please!”
I thought I’d misheard. Could it be that Bình, a complete gay man, had suddenly changed his taste to “eating mussels”? Curious and confused, I picked up the tray and walked away, almost bumping into someone. A woman walked in from outside.
She was elegantly dressed, seemingly having arrived in a car. She wasn’t looking where she was going, walking and tapping on her phone, then holding it to her ear as if calling someone, her eyes darting around nervously.
Seeing her, Tuyen immediately rushed over to greet her. I don’t know what Tuyen said to her because by then I had already reached hut number 5.
Entering, I didn’t see any girls. On the hammock, there was only Binh, his erect penis dangling in front of me.
I clicked my tongue: “I thought you ordered yogurt to eat with some girl. Turns out you’re eating alone?”
Binh shook his head: “No way, how could I eat alone?”
With that, he jumped up, poured the thick yogurt onto his penis, and said to me: “Eat, what are you waiting for!”
I smiled and shook my head because he really was full of tricks. I never imagined I’d be eating dick dipped in yogurt in this shop, and during my working hours too! Binh couldn’t help but groan, the icy sensation gradually turning into a warm heat, making him gasp for air.
He poured the remaining half-empty yogurt into his mouth, then pulled my head up to kiss me, conveniently pushing his yogurt and saliva into my mouth for me to enjoy. Below, his hands squeezed my butt like dough, so aggressively that they left marks on my trousers.
I was so aroused, I almost forgot I was working. I tried to pry Binh’s lips away, then picked up the tray and was about to leave. Just then, I heard a woman’s voice echoing: “You slut! You’re trying to seduce my husband, aren’t you? If I don’t ruin your life today, I’m not Huyen!”
Following that, sounds of pain rang out, and I frantically peeked out the door to see what was happening. I saw the woman dragging a girl out of the hut into the open space in the middle of the restaurant, the girl not even having time to put on any clothes.
I was stunned; it turned out to be a pre-planned fight. The woman wasn’t alone; she was surrounded by a group of young men, each holding a five-inch-long iron pipe.
Even Ms. Tuyen stood watching from a distance, not daring to intervene, fearing a misstep would send her to the hospital for orthopedic treatment.
The woman was hitting and cursing: “Damn you! Are you an orphan? Didn’t your parents teach you anything? Why are you destroying other people’s families?”
The girl, her hair disheveled from the slaps, sobbed and begged: “Sister, I beg you! I made a mistake, I didn’t know he was married! Please, sister, forgive me…”
In response, the woman roared: “Forgive you! Forgive me!”
Each time she said, “Let it go!”, she slapped the girl with tremendous force.
I watched from afar, trembling all over, then suddenly realized I was trembling more and more as a sudden wave of pleasure washed over me.
While I was distracted, Binh pulled my pants down to my knees and licked my anus. I don’t know if Sang had taught him anything, but his tongue was incredibly skillful. I almost lost my balance, my testicles tightened, and my penis was rock hard with lubricant.
Outside, the torture continued. After the girl, she had her two henchmen drag her husband out of the shack. He was tall and handsome, completely naked. I don’t know how long his erection was now, but it seemed to have retracted inside, impossible to pull out.
The woman cursed, “You enjoyed fucking her so much, didn’t you?”
Behind my arm, a voice replied, “Yeah, it feels so good… Mmm…”
By the time I recognized the voice, Binh was thrusting his dick into my ass.
She cursed again, “You texted me saying her pussy was so tight? That it felt so good to fuck her? Keep going, now you fuck me, let me see?”
Inside, Binh whispered, “I’m doing it… So tight… So good… Mmm… So good…”
Binh held onto my waist tightly, thrusting and gasping continuously. Following his thrusts, my whole body swayed. My lips were dry, each breath becoming heavier. My anus tightened around Binh’s dick, every centimeter of contact inside making me incredibly horny.
Out in the yard, the woman had pulled up a chair and sat in front of the couple. She ordered, “You like fucking her so much, don’t you? Now fuck her, let me see?”
The man mumbled, “Please… please forgive me this time… I won’t dare do it again…”
The woman’s expression remained unchanged; she sneered and replied, “How many times have you said that? Do you remember?”
The man could only lower his head in silence. The woman growled, “You two have sex for me to watch, or you won’t be safe with me.”
So, right in the middle of the yard, two naked people were forced to have sex. The woman didn’t even let him use a condom, but of course, she didn’t mean to let him experience pleasure from unprotected sex.
The girl struggled to get the man to get an erection. He lay motionless on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, clearly showing his helplessness. The girl, meanwhile, was thrusting herself on his penis, but her face showed no sign of pleasure, only tears streaming down.
The scene outside was too gruesome to watch, so Binh quickly pulled me inside to finish what we were doing. Binh was sitting on the hammock. My back was arched back, and I was thrusting my dick into him while my clothes were still on, only my trousers had slipped down to my knees.
Binh whispered in my ear: “Damn, this feels so good, Phuc, Sang was right. Keep thrusting, Phuc, thrust until my dick feels so good… Mmm… So good…”
While I was thrusting, Binh suddenly pushed his dick up hard, making the base of his dick touch my anus while the head of his dick hit the wall of my intestines. I let out a loud moan. Seeing this, Binh continued, making me moan a few more times despite my attempts to restrain myself.
Outside, the man couldn’t take it anymore. He shouted: “I’m about to come, let me pull out, baby…”
The woman snarled: “Shoot into her pussy! You usually text her demanding to shoot into her pussy so much! Shoot it in!”
Binh, behind me, nodded: “Yeah, I’m about to shoot inside her pussy. Mmm… so good… I’m going to shoot inside your pussy, Phúc… Ah… Ah…”
Outside, a girl’s cries could be heard: “Sister, I beg you… Please let him shoot outside… If I get pregnant, it will be so hard for me and my child… The baby is innocent, sister…”
The woman showed no compassion: “If you feel sorry for your child, why did you choose this profession? Hypocritical, trying to fool me? Shoot inside!”
It turned out that the woman wanted the man to have sex with her naked and then shoot inside her pussy so she would get pregnant. And if that happened, it would be the end of the prostitute’s life.
While I was still thinking, a burning sensation spread through my insides. Binh hugged me tightly and ejaculated repeatedly: “Ah… I’m shooting, Phuc… It feels so good… So satisfying… Ah… Ah…”
Binh trembled behind me; even through my clothes, I could feel his body drenched in sweat.
Outside, the man was also ejaculating into the girl’s vagina, screaming like a madman at the thought of soon becoming the husband of a prostitute.
Only the woman was gloating, “mobilizing her troops” after threatening to shut down Hai’s shop one day.
I pulled up my pants to get ready to go back to work. The semen in my anus kept leaking out, wetting my pants and making me extremely uncomfortable. And by some twist of fate, Binh fucked me right when the shop was being attacked, as if he had timed it beforehand.
Only then, after everything was settled, did I calm down and ask, “Hey, do you know who that woman is? She looks like a real troublemaker.”
Binh said, “She dared to cause trouble at Uncle Hai’s shop, so you know. She’s the boss of the neighboring district. Uncle Tu Tai even told us that whatever we do, if we mess with her, he won’t be able to save us.”
I clicked my tongue, “Damn, why would someone from the neighboring district come here to play with girls and get my shop into trouble?”
Binh grinned mischievously, “Sneaking around like this is the best! Just like you and me!”
I shushed him, “Damn it, keep your voice down.”
Binh went home, and I cautiously returned. Sister Tuyen, sighing, saw me and asked, “Where have you been?”
I replied, “I was so scared I hid in the shack, I didn’t dare come out.”
The girl behind the counter clicked her tongue: “Hue is so unlucky, she’ll probably leave the country for good this time, she won’t stay here any longer.”
Another girl chimed in: “I told her, that guy is obviously a gold digger preying on those old women who are obsessed with men. If she gets involved with him, she’ll be screwed, but she never listens. Every time he comes, she tries to snatch him up.”
Ms. Tuyen cursed: “Shut your mouths, you two. If it weren’t for him trying to snatch him up, the one who would have been exposed to the public earlier would have been you two, not her.”
The two girls fell silent. Ms. Tuyen continued: “Take the food outside and perform a ritual to ward off bad luck. It’s only morning and we’ve encountered some kind of evil, ghostly customer.”
I grabbed the aluminum basin and took a bunch of burnt paper from the counter and carried it to the front. Actually, this wasn’t the first time the shop had encountered something similar. But in previous instances, no one had been so violent; Ms. Tuyen had either threatened or persuaded them to keep the shop from getting involved. This time I’ve stumbled into a hornet’s nest; I’m afraid that woman won’t let it go so easily.
I carried the basin out to the street, and Ms. Tuyen called out again: “Lan, take this out and burn it. Phuc, bring the coffee to hut number 6 for me.”
So I went back inside to get water for the customers. Hut number 6 was the one next to Binh’s hut earlier. Inside, a customer was sitting there. His obese appearance suddenly reminded me of the man who, along with Ms. Hanh’s mother, came down to burn my house on the 28th of Tet.
I put down my coffee and waited for the money. As I turned away, he called out: “Hey kid, what’s wrong with your pants?”
I jumped, frozen in place. As if by reflex, I turned my head to look behind me at my pants. The man unexpectedly approached, reaching out and touching me between my buttocks, saying: “Did you pee in your pants? Why is this spot soaking wet?”
Damn it, Binh’s semen has leaked out and seeped out. Although it wasn’t excessively wet, the slight darkening of that area was enough for anyone to notice something unusual.
I shook my head awkwardly, gently pushing his hand away, and replied, “No, it’s not that, it’s just sweat from walking around so much.”
He replied, “What ‘uncle’? Calling someone ‘uncle’ at a coffee shop is ridiculous. Calling them ‘brother’ makes the customers happier.”
Just hearing that made me nauseous, and even more so when I heard the two women… His restless hands groped around my waist. But his hands were incredibly quick; in an instant, he unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. The next second, he grabbed both sides of my pants and pulled them down, exposing both my buttocks to him, including my anus which was still dripping with semen.
I screamed, “What are you doing?” As I spoke, I pulled my pants back up, my eyes filled with fear.
He whispered, “What are you pretending? Just now you were letting a guy fuck you over there, moaning softly here. Now you’re acting so innocent? Oh dear… I really like this…”
I pulled my pants back up, saying, “I’m a waitress, I’m not selling myself. Don’t talk like that.”
He sneered, “You’re a prostitute and you’re still playing hard to get. You’re cute and attractive, so I’m letting you off the hook. Otherwise, someone else would have been slapped by now. So, how much do you want? Name your price!”
I didn’t bother to reply, turning around and heading outside. Seeing this, he immediately lunged forward, grabbed me, pulled me back, and started kissing me repeatedly. Terrified, I immediately punched him in the face.
A scream rang out. Unexpectedly, even with just a light punch, his nose started bleeding. I didn’t know what to do and tried to run out, but he couldn’t hold me anymore, so he grabbed the coffee cup on the table and threw it all over me.
I rushed back to the counter, and he immediately came out with his bloodied nose, demanding an explanation. He slammed the table and yelled angrily, “What kind of staff training is this place? A customer accidentally spilled a little coffee on themselves and you punched them? Call the owner out to talk to me. Otherwise, you won’t get away with it!”
Ms. Tuyen stepped out to mediate, “Sir, what’s the matter?”
He gestured towards me and said, “Ask your staff what it is.”
Ms. Tuyen asked me, “What is it, Phuc?”
I felt cornered, so I didn’t hesitate to say it all: “He groped me first, that’s why I punched him.”
He jumped up in protest: “There, she admitted she punched him! Now, what are you going to do about it?”
Ms. Tuyen asked again: “So, did you do what this girl just said?”
He denied it: “Nonsense, when did I grope her? I only spilled coffee on her; she’s covered in coffee, can’t you see?”
I yelled furiously: “Do you dare swear you didn’t pull my pants down? Swear it! If you did, a car will run you over and you’ll be dead. You’ll lose everything you do and be poor for three generations. Swear it! Or let me swear first as an example for you?”
Everyone in the shop poked their heads out to see what was happening. He wouldn’t dare swear, especially since he looked like a businessman.
Seeing he couldn’t falsely accuse me, the old man pointed at my face and said, “Remember my face!” then stormed off.
I slumped into a chair, breathing heavily. This coffee shop was even more complicated than I’d imagined. Ms. Tuyen reassured me, “Next time you encounter a customer like that, yell loudly, call me, or Lan, or Lieu, whoever you want. If you punch a customer like that, the shop won’t be affected, but be careful, they might hate you and come looking for trouble at your house, and that would be a real problem.”
I nodded, indicating I understood, and quickly regained my composure to get back to work. Ms. Lan said to me, “Being handsome is tough, you know, especially since you’re handsome, with a big butt and six-pack abs. Those old gay men won’t let you off easily.”
Ms. Lieu added, “Next time you encounter that, call me. Those gay men are most afraid of vaginas. I’ll go in, expose their vaginas, and make them faint, then you can run away immediately.”
Even though I was sad, I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little warmth in my heart. I never expected that places like this, where prostitution takes place, would have people who cared so much.
Another month passed, and I thought everything was fine, but then something happened that afternoon.
Ms. Tuyen called out, “Phuc, bring yogurt and cold towels to huts 7, 8, 9, and 10.”
As usual, I went in with the items, but there was no scene of sexual activity inside. Instead, I saw Ms. Lan, Ms. Lieu, Ms. Hue, and Ms. Nga wearing handcuffs.
A police officer ate a cup of yogurt and said, “That’s delicious,” but with a sneer.
I rushed back to tell Ms. Tuyen, but at that moment, customers were pouring out of the huts like a marketplace. Before I could understand what was happening, a police officer approached Ms. Tuyen. He handed her a piece of paper labeled “Search Warrant” and said, “We’ve been ordered to search this coffee shop and discovered that it’s involved in illegal prostitution. Please come with us to the station.”
Ms. Tuyen calmly replied, “Is there some misunderstanding, sir? For example, if men and women come to the shop and do whatever they want in the booth, we can’t control it. Are we supposed to stand inside and watch what they’re doing?”
The police officer replied, “Madam, a staff member reported this. We received the information, pretended to be customers, and were greeted by four women, Lan, Lieu, Hue, and Nga. They’re filling out statements inside that booth. Now we just need your statement.”
Ms. Tuyen took a breath and asked, “Who reported it?”
He casually replied, “A staff member named Phuc sent us a letter. Do you still want to deny anything?” Ms. Tuyen glared at me, and I shook my head vigorously to signal that I hadn’t done it. Then, one by one, the police escorted us outside, some onto tricycles, others onto motorbikes, to be gathered at the police station. Surprisingly, the old man from the day before was standing in front of the shop, taking pictures with his phone and smirking.
Ms. Tuyen asked me again, “Phuc, did you do it?”
I shook my head, “I swear, if I did it, may a car run me over.”
Ms. Tuyen cursed, “Damn it, it’s because of that old dog from last month, not anyone else. He looks so cowardly, but he’s friends with the police. If he can’t get what he wants, he’ll ruin it for us.”
I sighed, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”
Ms. Tuyen reassured me, “It’s not your fault, that’s how this job is. If you run into those scoundrels, just consider yourself unlucky. When you go to the station later, if they ask you anything, just say you were a waiter and didn’t know anything.”
After several hours of questioning, we were finally released because Mr. Hai came to talk to us. I felt incredibly guilty because, ultimately, I was the source of everything. I was afraid people would gossip about the shop and that business would be ruined.
Sister Tuyen, however, was different. She just said, “What’s there to be afraid of? As long as men are still horny, the shop can still sell. Once you understand this, you’ll see that it’s not such a big deal.”
Even so, Sister Tuyen still got a scolding from the second son. I heard her reply, “Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I’ll learn from this. If it happens again, I’ll voluntarily quit. You can rest assured, okay?”
Back at the shop, she said to me, “I don’t want you to quit, but…”
I bowed my head and sighed, “I knew this would happen…”
Ms. Tuyen patted my shoulder, “It’s not that Mr. Hai is firing you, but he’s told the staff that they can’t refuse customers anymore. I think you wouldn’t accept that. If that old man comes back, he’ll probably humiliate you so badly you won’t be able to hold your head up again…”
I remained silent, not knowing what to say. Ms. Tuyen lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and said, “Now it’s up to you to think about it. If you’re willing to do what Lan and Lieu did, then keep working. But if you think you can’t do it, then quit, I’m not forcing you.”
At this moment, I probably understood Minh’s feelings better than ever. I’d only encountered the old pervert once in two months of working, and I still found it unacceptable, let alone Minh being forced to do that every single day.
Remembering Sang’s words, I finally made my decision. I still have my mother, and I don’t want her to live off the money I earn from selling myself. I’m not condemning Sang or Binh; it’s simply my choice.
Then, after more than two months of work, I returned to working as a hired laborer. It was indeed a bit physically demanding, but in return, I didn’t have to worry about life’s pitfalls.