Encounters in the financial industry

[IdontKnow]

I noted that banks are more customers oriented nowadays as compared with previously. It used to be once upon a time, when customers had to literally beg bank managers to approve a loan. Back then, there was the 3% man. Thank god with globalisation and the need to be more competitive since the last financial meltdown in 1997, the banking industry has seen many changes especially in their customer service front line.

I was invited to a banking event recently where it is supposed to be a meeting between some of the banks big shots, eg like those sitting on the loans committee, regional managers and so forth. The location was a 5 star hotel somewhere in Kuala Lumpur. Man, these events will always, yes ALWAYS be manned (or womanned) by many pretty young things. I remembered once at another gathering for a different bank, where majority of those present were senior bankers and hence when they asked me where they could improve, I remembered vividly saying, "should bring more pretty bankers". It drew laughters but following then, the bank really tried to get more junior bankers to such gatherings.

This event that I went to was a medium sized event with about 100 or so of their nastiest customers whom they probably need to wrestle to get more loans out of them. Frankly, I wasn't too happy with this bank and I had made some smallish threats that I would redeem all my loans due to their new banking policies which doesn't favour the business I am doing. The usual introduction to their approving people didn't seem to interest me much as deep at the back of my mind, I had already asked another bank for financing and to redeem all my loans from this bank.

My phone rang and it was from my office. Sensing it could be an important call, I gave excuse and went to a corner to pick up the call. It was god sent as my girl was telling me that I have to attend that banking event. I told her I was there already. Damm, these reminders do come late. But better late than never. I saw the group that was talking to me had moved on to another victim, so I took the opportunity to grab a drink.

As I was doing that, a pretty young thing moved on to me.

"Hi Mr Bei" quipped the young lass.

Immediately my female body investigating tool (FBI-t) came into play. Standing at 1.70m, with a boob size of the most an A+, with facial features of a newly graduated 20 something innocent looking girl, she suit my taste quite well, though the boobs could have been a little bit bigger.

"Oh hi. I didn't catch your name just now."

"You wouldn't know my name but I saw you talking to my boss just now."

"Ah, I see. And your boss asked you to talk to me?"

"No, but I heard from my superiors that you are not that happy with our bank."

Okay. Now, I could either go on rambling about my woes which this young lass would probably have no inkling on how to resolve them or turn this around and be just sociable.

"Yeah. A bit unfortunate seeing how I have been with your bank for donkey years."

"Actually the banking industry is changing. The rates have been standardised and the central committee are not keen to review cases."

"Well, there are others who are more interested and keen."

Sensing that she can offer no solution, she did the best that she could. There was an awkward silence. I mean, what else can I talk in a professional setting. She knew she could offer me no assistance. I broke some ice.

"So how long have you been working for CCB Bank?"

"Oh, only for a few months and there are so many more things to learn."

"Don't worry, you will get there. The first time I visited a bank to apply for a loan, I got bullied. I guess the experience later on will help."

"I just need to find someone who is willing to teach. Please do not quote me saying this but some seniors are just so unwilling to share experience or their customers. Everyone has their target to meet."

"Oh, so did they ask you to specialise in some field or you do all commercial loans?"

"At the moment, I am doing anything that comes along. Quite pathetic actually."

"You bank is actually quite strong with hire purchase. You should try to focus more on that."

"Even so, most of the customers have their preferred bankers."

"Hmmmm... look I was thinking of purchasing blah blah blah. And perhaps you might want to see me. I will see if I can help you."

"Really?" Her eyes litted up like the christmas trees decorations on orchard roads.

I gave a gentle nod.

Her superior seeing that I was chatting with his junior staff thought he might quickly come and rescue her in case I was giving her a hard time.

"Mr Bei, do look after my junior. She's quite new you know." Tastely joke.

"I have never bullied any bankers in my life and you know that." Tastely reply.

"Oh," giggled this young lass. "Mr Orang Utan, actually Mr Bei said he might be giving me a case to do." She wasn't following proper protocol when she suddenly hold my hands like a little girl gleeing when receiving her birthday present.

"Really?" He must be thinking I am having second thoughts about pulling out from his bank.

The more I see this girl, the more I am captivated by her. Her innocence and possibly lack of experience in the real world, yet to be corrupted the cruel reality of what may come. Even her perfume choice of Issey Miyake exudes that innocence.

Frankly the presence of Mr Orang Utan actually contribute negatively to the yin and yang flow of the group and he quickly excuse himself to look for other potential victims leaving Miss.. err.. errr.. damm. I haven't got her name, with me.

"Sorry I didn't catch you name."

She quickly pointed to the name tag on top of her breast. Damm, how could I have missed that. Maybe I was too captivated with her innocent look and not any other part of her body.

"Shirley. It is really nice meeting you." I extended my hand out for a quick handshake. In return, she generously used both hands to hold my hand even though I have yet to promise her anything.

"I might have to go soon. Would you want to go for some tea?"

"I have to be here till 6pm."

I want her. Hmmm.. maybe I was thinking a bit too far. I want her company. Would be nice to get to know her. Absorb some of her innocence. I have lost my eons ago and would be keen to retrieve some.

I have my hand frantically at Mr Orang Utan and gesture him if I could have a quick talk with him. He nodded as we walked to each other with Shirley trailing behind me.

"Hey Orang, is it possible for me to steal Shirley away for a while and discuss with her my case. You have plenty of staffs here to help you."

"Oh, you're leaving now Mr Bei?"

"Yeah, not too keen on the hi-tea but if it is okay with you....."

"Mr Bei, you are our esteemed customers, blah blah blah" more marketing talk. "Shirley, make sure you look after Mr Bei, okay?"

Shirley beemed again as she went to the back area to retrieve her bags.

[pachyderm]

Revelations! Can share the name of the bank? Thanks.

[robinhood]

Again!!! this idiot copy and paste other bro beijing story :mad::mad::mad:

http://www.sammyboyforum.com/showthread.php?t=190493

[RedOmega]

Wats is wrong with tis TS?:mad:
Tink no one can spot his Cut n Paste! :(
Lucky he didnt ask for sarpork!!!!!:rolleyes:

[thomas88]

This mother fucker is a serial copy cat who's wasting the bandwidth everytime by opening new thread with other people's story.

[IdontKnow]

I think there is something wrong with the database. I have posted a second installment and has seen some of the brothers here replied to my second posting. Anyone managed to save a copy of the second chapter? Kindly copy and paste here. Took me quite a while to write each installment. Thanks!

[nstern]

Edited as I realised he cut and paste everything brother Beijing wrote.

This TS is an idiot.

[alan0338]

I think there is something wrong with the database. I have posted a second installment and has seen some of the brothers here replied to my second posting. Anyone managed to save a copy of the second chapter? Kindly copy and paste here. Took me quite a while to write each installment. Thanks!

even the other TS comments u copy and paste :eek: :eek:

[RedOmega]

Really no hope! Dont know what is his purpose!!!!:mad:
Its simply a copy job. he has been exposed!!! yet he has the damn bloody cheek to do it again and again and again!!!!
Best part is not shy. keep requesting for points??????:confused:

[gilagila100]

Zap zap zap and keep zapping loh ...

Sammy shld ban users with -100 ++ points from creating threads.

Waste of bandwidth and database space :mad:

[IdontKnow]

I was a little taken aback by her action. Nonetheless it did feel good. Here I have this innocent young thing who has just issued me a license to do whatever with her. But my sane mind was telling me I need to gauge how emotional she might be. I am not one who would want to carry all the luggage associated with my moment of lust. It was surely more lust than love. I mean right from the time I set my eyes on her till I hugged her then, it was definitely more lust than love. Why else would I have all those dirty thoughts in my mind and my usual protocol of impressing her.

We stood there for a while.

“You got drinks for me? Which is mine?”

I pointed to the alcoholic one. Instead of picking up her drink, she took a sip off mine before taking hers.

“You trying to make me drunk?”

Damm, was I being too honest or too dumb. I nodded as if I was in a trance. You idiot, you are suppose to shake your head! She gave me a wicked smile.

“If I am drunk, it wouldn’t be that enjoyable right?”

The conversation was taking a really dirty twist and I could sense all the sexual pheromones that she was sending me. But yet my final assessment of the entire situation is not done. I do not want to do things that I might regret. Maybe she is innocent and naïve, but hell, the way she talks to me it is as if I was under her control.

I regain some composure.

“Oh, I booked a dinner for the two of us at Shangs. You don’t mind do you?”

“Hmmm… but I have nothing to wear unless you do not mind being seen with me in this dirty smelly working clothes.”

She smelly? God, even if she is without perfume, her entirety would reek of gallons of sweet smelling substances and obviously I was obsessed with that.

“We can go to the shopping centre downstair and grab you something nice if you want.”

She gave a smile. I tell ya I am a master of body language and she was not hiding any hints that she is my girl friend already if not my missus. She launched forward to give me a peck on my cheek.

“That’s for being such a dear.”

The line between lust and love can be so thin. I could tell she was beeming in love and yet I don’t yet have that loving feeling in me. I was still in neutral grounds. If only I am a couple of decades younger, perhaps I would not hesitate to have her as a girl friend.

She drank the alcoholic drink I have made her and perhaps part of her agenda entails her to be in a semi conscious environment.

The salesgirls downstair who recognised me as a familiar faces gave me naughty smiles as if they have approved my latest catch. Hell, you think this is a showing off contest? She quickly picked a one piece black spag strip dress which hugged her body nicely showing off her slim frame though it seems like she is missing some bits on top.

I paid for her dress and immediately she held my hand while we walked out the shop. Truly, I think my reputation has somewhat been tarnished but yet I was certain that the last couple of girls I brought to this shop were decent looking as well. I am definitely not someone who would bring hookers to shop.

We went back up the unit and immediately she wanted to shower. I pointed her to the master bedroom bathroom. She did not close the door to the room and began undressing. She took off everything.

“Bei, do you have a towel?”

Damm, she obviously wanted me to see her nude. Is this like some kind of non-refundable deposit that once taken, I am hers for life?

“It is in the wardrobe. You’ll see it.”

“Awww, come on, be a dear and grab it for me.”

She can be so persistent. I was stealing glances but wasn’t ready to see her in her birthday suit. I looked so much like Stuart Little. Come on, be a man, or rather a wolf, a colourful one at that.

I walked over and grab the towel for her. She looked so nice. No, nice is not the word. Delicious. Yes, so delectable. I want to eat her there and then. Her boobs was smallish but just nice to hold. It looked bigger in nude. There were only a few whisker of pubic hair. Her skin was flawless and fair. I fought very hard not to hug her again. I passed her the towel and straight away went out. I could sense she was laughing at me as I withdrew myself from the battle scene.

As I walked to the living area, my mind was filled with nude images of Shirley. How could a cat reject fish? That I do not know. And these fishes nowadays are damm brave. She would swim right in front of a swimming cat.

She did not close the shower door as I could hear the water raining down. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her showering herself. She quickly finished her shower.

*Please note that my apologies for not re-writing the second installment. I have just done up the third installment. Maybe when the whole story is done, I will do a quick summary of the second installment. Sometimes it is weird that once written, you cannot just return and rewrite.*
“Bei, can you be a dear again and help me wipe my back?”

This fish is really pushing it. I would go in and rape her. Since she is asking for it, why should I be a gentleman? I would push her down in bed hold her legs up and shove it in her. I would let her scream and wail until the folks up at the 88th floor of Twin Towers could hear her. I would make her orgasm over and over again. Yes! That’s what I will do.

[RedOmega]

Walao! Bro beijing just post, u straight cut and paste! really so thick skin meh? Please la heed advice la! use ur head n not ur butt!:(

[IdontKnow]

Just a short summary for those who had missed out on the second installment.

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Basically I brought Shirley back to a very nice unit (which my friend used as a getaway entertainment joint) at Bukit Bintang area. Got to know her better and somehow I overheard her conversation on phone with her boy friend and she would not go out with her boy friend on his birthday and would rather spend time with me. I made the first impulse move by hugging her. But end up, she hugged me.

If I really have the mood and the time, might rewrite the entire second installment

BROTHERS PLEASE SUPPORT AND UP MY POINTS THANKS

[Astroboy77]

Walao! Bro beijing just post, u straight cut and paste! really so thick skin meh? Please la heed advice la! use ur head n not ur butt!:(

i just zap him... seem like he never learn.. or not intend to learn his mistake....:mad:

[RedOmega]

i just zap him... seem like he never learn.. or not intend to learn his mistake....:mad:

i zap him already. too bad can zap him again!!!!!!:D

[cleanfreak]

LOL. what an ass. Just ban him!!

[PEACELUVER]

i zap him already. too bad can zap him again!!!!!!:D

why wanna zap him when he dont know?:rolleyes: :D he just want to disturb all the promising stories la so that some thread starters sian liao and dun carry on writing ma, think 1 of this days, he will copy and paste all the stories and whole adult discussion is full of his threads :D

[tomvoyeur]

Just a short summary for those who had missed out on the second installment.

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BROTHERS PLEASE SUPPORT AND UP MY POINTS THANKS

This is a funny statement. To cap it off - it is written in bold. :p

[omnihard]

He already told us the he doesn't know. Maybe he should change his nick to Iwon'tchange.

[IdontKnow]

I really appreciate all the nice and kind words you folks have written here in support of the story. Really, this is one reason why you fellas spur me on to write more. Thank you.

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Bloody hell and a bloody nose. I went in and face my challenge. But I chickened out a bit. I was suddenly morphing into a more innocent person than she is. Maybe saintly too.

She was drying her hair with the towel I gave her earlier.

“You want me to help?”

She smiled and passed me the towel. Suddenly she transformed herself into a little baby awaiting for her mummy to wipe her dry.

“You know, you are such a dear.” She was beeming smiles when she said that.

I don’t think I did a good job as my mind was more focused on the curvature of her body. No doubt I had many more bodies that are better built than hers. But hers will always remain a body of innocence. So flawless the skin, so smooth like those you seen on SK II ads.

“You looked as if you are so afraid of me.”
“No la. Just focusing on work.”

“I don’t know why but I feel so good being with you.”

I didn’t smile nor gave any other response. I was still lost trying to finalise my actual objective in this whole thing.

“Before I scare you away, don’t worry. I am not asking you to look after me for the rest of my life and neither would I ask you to be my boyfriend. I am not intending to replace my boyfriend with you although I am still keen on breaking up with him.”

It wasn’t much of an assurance. I have heard horror stories of how clingy a girl can get once you possess her body. I mean I do like her but love is a totally different proposition.

“I don’t know if you believe it or not but I have not let anyone other than my mother seen me nude.”

AMAZING! GREAT! Now you are telling me as if I am the ONLY man of your life. All the studies I have majored in my psychology classes have just been thrown down the drain. I just cannot psycho analyse this girl. And, really, where is the hunter spirit in me? Shouldn’t I just fuck and forget like some of the cases I have done in the past. A player being played. Just great, a great start to a supposedly great evening hunt.

“Aren’t you feeling a little cold?”

She decided to go braless this evening. I doubt it will make a difference as her assets are just not large enough to make any impact. But nonetheless she appeared like the innocent goddess I was fantasising many hours before. Almost as if she is the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden.

Dinner was great as always. French cuisine as always been one of my favourite choice in capturing girls heart. The food is great but seriously, I am a sucker for great chinese food. But you will lose many pussy points if you bring a girl out even if the dinner consists of an abalone dinner coupled with Buddha doing the Nike jump soup in a loud and brightly litted chinese joint. French and candlelight is just too romantic for any sane girls to reject and Lafite has always done well.

“Do you want me to send you back to your home in Cheras after dinner?”

“Bei, I hope you won’t get the wrong idea, but I do like spending time with you. Can we go back to XXXX and drank more of the drink you made me?”

In my mind I was hoping that maybe she will be drunk, so drunk that I will rape her. Or unless she is planning to make me drunk and rape me. But who am I to complain.

I nodded in agreement to her suggestion. I am horny but my brain for some reason is sane and look as if he was in the bossing position that night.

“Have you watched Notting Hill before?”

“I have heard great stories about it but never got a chance to watch it. Do you have that DVD in your place?”

“Yes! Great movies. Maybe we can watch it together”

That’s a chick movie. It will never fail to send girls into tail spinning love adventure. Though I was thinking to myself if it was a good move to get her emotional as if she was not emotional enough.

[RedOmega]

fucking pest who doesnt understand english!!!!:(

[Elliot]

I really appreciate all the nice and kind words you folks have written here in support of the story. Really, this is one reason why you fellas spur me on to write more. Thank you.



Dude, why do you go on when all you are doing is irritating everyone ? Or is that what you wanted to achieve in the first place. I find you more of a joke instead. You are wasting a lot of bandwidth here.

If you have nothing to do, can you do it someplace else ?

[Johnston]

I really appreciate all the nice and kind words you folks have written here in support of the story. Really, this is one reason why you fellas spur me on to write more. Thank you

In future all stories started by IDontKnow should be viewed ONCE. If u find the story interesting, copy paste and then Search for the rest of the story. :rolleyes:

[IdontKnow]

I must thank all of you that has given me points. I have yet to be zapped except for one who was trying to up me since he left his nick, but have accidentally zapped me. I don't really mind since my intention has never been writing for points.

Do stay tune. I may be reviving some of my older stories in another thread and to continue each of them on separate threads.

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I don't know how much you guys love Hugh Grant. I love him as he would always get a girl all emotional and suddenly need as much love as they could absorb. Notting Hill has always been one of those movies that has such power.

As I play the movies, Shirley asked for more hard liquor. I brought the whole bottle in. Though I was opting for the pussy option of warm water. Didn't want to get myself drunk in case Shirley does something out of my expectation. She has been rather a nice surprise for the day so far.

My assessment to date of her behaviour. I doubt she is doing for the sake of closing business. To be honest, what I have given her is really peanut. For someone who claims to be close to breaking with her boyfriend, I somewhat am very close to believe her when she said she doesn't want to in any relationship with me. Perhaps she has not been shown how she could have fun in life. Perhaps with me, she managed to see another part of life.

Whatever it is, she was settling herself well by snuggling up to me, putting her head on my chest. I couldn't help but respond by playing with her hair. I could have sworn to have hear her purred.

Without realising how my body has become independent off my brain, my little brother woke up and stirred.

"Oh, someone seems to enjoy my presence" she purred.

"Hehehe... sorry."

"Why say sorry? Maybe you should say please.."

Who am I to reason with her. The actions on screen though great seem to be of less relevance now. Her hands and fingers were coordinating among themselves and were busy stroking my little brother from outside my pants. Man, this is really killing me. I don't have to make much moves as she took control of the entire situation.

I ain't letting myself to be a free loader. We have enough of them in my country. I decided to earn my keep as both my hands slipped into her top. Since she was braless, it makes things easier for me as both I used my fingers to flipped her nipples. She was letting out small gasps of moans.

"Bei, I love you..."

That turned me off than turn me on. I am afraid of commitment. But I ain't gonna let one small statement ruin my entire night. I chose not to reply her and I know she should have by now know that I am not looking for a longer term relationship.

She turned around and put her lips onto mine. She looked very deep into my eyes and into my soul and couldn't find any love. I responded a bit coldly by kissing her and hardened my lips a little. Her tongue decided to do some work and was pushing for my lips to open up. My lips weren't much of a barrier as they were soon parted. Her tongue found mine and soon we were locked in a wrestling match. Her saliva was sweet and nice. Beautiful girls tend to have nice saliva.

"Bei, I am not asking to be your girl, but do take good care of me... I will give you everything I have and anything you want..."

Now, I am a firm believer of no free lunch but this girl is really pushing it. Have the gods (since there are so many religions) up there decided that I have been a good boy and decided to send me a free lunch or are they actually testing me by putting this delectable fish right in front of a hungry cat? I don't know but I really felt that she was sincere and that she does not mind being my fuck buddy. But hang on, in my many years of playing around, I have yet to see a virgin so open. So unless she is lying about her virginity state or I just cannot phantom what might be the final outcome. And most importantly, I think I was just being dumb. Come on, I play her, what have I got to lose? If she cries rape, I would probably counter sue and cried I was the one that was raped. It is not easy for her to prove rape as there are just too many CCTVs around the area to show how she was going into the lion's lair so willingly.

With her blanket approval, I decided to be more aggressive. I clumsily pulled her dress up leaving her cladded only in her panties. She was so busily unbuttoning me, so much so it seems like if it was really rape, surely she is the rapist and me, the victim.

"My boyfriend was keen to ask me to take his peepee in my mouth but I have refused him, maybe you can teach me how. I know it will make men happy."

Hey, this girl is talking. She's good. At least her theories are good. Now, she knows that blow jobs exist and she is willing to learn. Okay A+ for her. She didn't even request me to wash it before hand going to show some of her innocence. But I wasn't too dirty.

"Treat my peepee as if it is a delicious Baskin Robbins cone. You try to lick the top as much as you can as it is the sensitive part."

She nodded as she pulled my underpants down. She licked my head forcefully using her tongue. I remembered many years ago, I taught another girl how to blow. The first time that girl did it for me, it was painful. She couldn't control the strength and I had teeth marks on my dick. But with practice, she perfected the art of blowing and in fact is still the best blower in my ENTIRE life.

Shirley skills didn't remind me of that girl except the fact she was doing it for the first time. Shirley's was soft and easy almost couldn't feel a thing as my little brother had many better blowers.

"Now gently slide the rod in and out of your mouth. If you can tighten your lips around the rod a bit but no teeth. Teeth can be painful." I reminded her.

It was a good feeling nonetheless being blown by a virgin. She does look as if she was doing it for the first time as she gagged herself a bit.

"Sorry." She smiled. Damm.. air stewardess, smile while servicing even though she fucked up. I love this girl.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, addicted to eating this ice cream."

No doubt, little brother was standing tall and strong that evening, enjoying her oral cavity. But no girls would enjoy blowing compared to being eaten. I decided to reward her a little. I carried her to the master bedroom. Boy she is quite light. While carrying my little present to bed, she was looking at me again. Her stares can be quite a killer. I was like her knight in shining armour. But as for me, I was like a caveman bringing home the bacon. It's time to celebrate!

I lay her down and pulled her panties down. I am about to start my lecture on 69. Rather than having one of us down, I decided to do the sideway 69. I told her to continue blowing me and I will attack her little sister.

She smell a little musky. Normally virgins are musky as they pay less attention in cleaning themselves down there. But since I had not had a musky girl for a while, it was a pervertedly welcome change. I gave her clit a welcoming lick. She was like gasping for air. Touched for the very first time. She stopped all her activities on me as I went for the second lick. I could tell she was like in heaven. Was I going a little too fast for her? I don't know but with every tiny lick, she looked as if she was lacking oxygen. She was concentrating on having fun as she moaned rather loud.

"Don't stop Bei, this is really nice. I didn't know sex could be so nice....."

I decided to lick her vagina opening. It was a bit salty, probably some remnants of her going to the toilet at dinner. But her juices were free flowing out and soon it actually taste a little sweet. She was wetting the bed and she felt embarassed about it but not enough to stop me. In fact she was spurring me on to bring her to kingdom cum.

She begin to lie down comfortably on bed as I moved to the end of the bed and dive into her muff. Her thighs were at times clenching my head as I could feel all muscles within 2 feet of her vagina hardened. She was no longer moaning but screaming. Yes! This innocent girl has now become a wild animal!

BRADDAHS PLEASE UP MY POINTS 4 MY EFFORT THANKS

[IdontKnow]

That night Shirley and I slept together. We did not have another round as she was rather sore. There were spots of blood confirming the fact she was a virgin. I felt guilty as per usual after taking yet another innocent blood. My only worry now would be if she might be pregnant or she might be clingy. Either one would be a big problem. That's my problem. Never plan properly and always rely on instinct to fuck around. The session earlier though not as intense as it could have been was a rather nice session. I know all of you love virgins but taking virgins is like teaching a baby how to walk. It does take time. And depending on your tutoring skills, the girl could turn out to be a gem later on or if you are less impressive, she would not enjoy sex much.

Turned out Shirley did enjoy the session though she was in pain. She took out her phone and saw there were godzillion messages left on her phone.

"Your boyfriend?"

"My ex-boyfriend..."

I muster a small smile, maybe slightly faking it. Does that mean I am the new boyfriend?

"Bei, I don't want you to think that I am loose. You took my virginity but I will not force you into a relationship. But promise me, you will be there for me when I need you. If you have a wife or a girl friend, I will not step in your way. I do not mind standing silently behind you, cheering you in all your achievements."

Wow, a dream come true. Will she keep her words? Is she like one of those higher class fuck buddy. Or is she hoping that over time, I might grow to love her. I might you know. Fate can be such a twisted thing. God can be so abrupt. Even if she is my girlfriend, I wouldn't mind. Could be a trophy girl friend in some sense. I can see the fire in her eyes she would be a great banker one of these days. Probably need a lot of guidance.

We didn't get to see much of Notting Hill that much. There are many instances of silence as we both ponder where this will bring us. I am keen to keep her as my personal fuck buddy like I have kept a few others. It is a matter of time before she discover I have more than one fuck buddies.

"Oh, I came in you just now. Would you mind if I get you to take the morning pill after?"

"Don't worry, I have just finished my period two days ago. Should be safe."

Ah... yet another risk taker. I am a responsible person but yet I should respect her. Honestly, having played around a fair bit, I have been asked by a girl to marry her because she was carrying my kid. I have offered her to either abort (though I prefer not to) or to ask her to carry the kid to term and then I will pay for the necessary things to raise the kid up (my preference). I do not want to get marry for the sake of getting a girl pregnant. But however, it wasn't a issue as she had a miscarriage shortly after. It was sad. I felt sad. I had been careful thereafter, but you know, moment of lust comes really quickly and you lose all sense of intelligence.

We hugged one another to sleep that night.

The following days, she was teased by her manager who asked her what happened that day and on why I insisted that she becomes my contact point with CCB Bank. As she is quite new to the industry, my accounts are normally being cared by more experienced banker. I told her manager I believe Shirley would go a long way. The manager probably sniffed a few things which might warrant my change. I did not move any of my loans out of CCB. Shirley didn't sleep with me to grab my accounts but somehow I feel I owe her that. But in return, I believe I could trust her and she would be more on my side than the bank's since she's my woman.

"Bei, I am being harassed by my ex-boyfriend."

"What does he wants?"

"He said I was unfaithful to him."

"You told him you slept with me?"

"No, I told him I got a new boy friend."

"And he is pissed?"

"Yeah..."

"So what does he want?"

"He wants to meet up with you... I don't think that's a good idea.."

"No, we can meet up.. make it at ZZZZ Golf and Country Club 7.30pm. I will drive you from work. Tell your mum not to cook for you okay?"

"You sure? I don't want to create more trouble for you."

"In someway, you are my girl. I do need to look after you."

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The server said I was too long winded and hence I had to break the story into two. Once again, thank you to all kind brothers for your support.

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I went around to her building to pick her up. She is really my little angel. So sweet and innocent. Her dressing can be so conservative. If she tells me she is still a virgin, i would have bought her story. She's that angelic.

"Really sorry to trouble you to come all the way."

I lean over to give her a kiss on her lips. Almost wanted to do a french but the traffic at the back filled with uneducated people made me move my vehicle.

"No problem. I hope we can settle this once and for all tonight."

"He is a little lunatic but I think overall he is harmless." She said. "I cannot believe he accused me of sleeping with you."

We have slept many times after that night and Shirley has been improving her skills. She even went online to research on positions and how to make men happy. Her blowing skills both theories and practical have improved tremendously.

I held her hands as I head towards ZZZZ. He was already there when we reached. He saw me hold Shirley's hand tightly as we moved towards him. I took my hand out to shake his but I could see the anger in his eyes and since he didn't take out his hand, I retracted mine.

He was keeping quiet. We went to our table.

"Can you please... I really beg you, give me back Shirley? We have been together for so many years... I really beg you.."

"Simon.. don't.. you know it is not because of Bei. It had always been a problem. You kept clinging on when there was no relationship."

"I promised you I would worked harder and make good of myself."

I wasn't given much of a chance to talk. I was like the referee, only to be significance when I need to take the yellow card out and say, "let's order something to eat."

The waiter came and took order. For a person who is out of love, Simon was eating well. Ordered a nice juicy steak. I mean I would think people in those position would not even think of food.

"Look, Simon. I don't know you that well but let's say that there are plenty of fish in the ocean. You just need to scout around and maybe market yourself a little. There is really no point clinging on to something that's so one sided."

"Bei... I know I am not much of a successful person like you.. but Shirley is all that I wanted."

"Simon, I am far from successful but if you keep looping yourself silly over a dead relationship, you will only market yourself as a loser. You need to buck up and have more confidence. You are still young. Don't even think of having a relationship. Career is far more important." I counselled.

"To think I did not even start any relationship until I was way over 30 because I was truly focused on my work." I lied of course. I was a horny bastard like everyone else. Frankly I take my cap off Simon in that he didn't even attempt to take Shirley's virginity and left it to me for the picking. He can be construed either as a gentleman or a loser.

He seems mellow and rather a soft guy. I really felt sorry for him. I am part of the man's team. I don't like to see another fellow man so down and out. Being the loser hero that he is, he seemed resigned to the fact he might lose Shirley.

"Do help me take good care of her. Since I cannot have her, I do hope you will help me look after her for the rest of her life."

I am not a good liar. And I do want to give Simon some hope.

"Look, let me be completely honest with you."

Shirley gave me a weird look. But I was persistent to say my piece.

"What I have with Shirley is something magical and what I can promise you is that I would look after Shirley for the rest of her life provided that I could but in what capacity, I don't know. And you know, you know very well why Shirley cannot accept you anymore. If you change and become better, who knows one day, she might be able to accept you. But until that day come, I will look after Shirley and you need to work hard and quick. If another person come and took Shirley away from me, then you have even more work to do."

I felt a bit bad saying that because it did sound as if Shirley is a commodity to whomever would be best looking after her. I know Shirley wasn't happy because I gave Simon options to take her away but she didn't protest. Simon seemed litted up upon hearing what I have to say.

"Do you mean I still stand a chance with her?"

"Not in a million years if you are still you. You need to change."

"I will. I really hope Shirley could give me a chance."

I know you guys will hate me for saying this, but hell, this Simon is a loser. How low can you get? No point saying. Just do it. I don't go around bonking almost anything that move by talking. I progress with actions at every stage of play.

Shirley wasn't happy at all. Her plate of pasta was half eaten. She was quiet and at times seem sulking. Simon, on the other hand seem to be the glutton for the night even ordering dessert. Man, if it was me, I would not have even eaten and go off to make myself the better man.

When Shirley got into my car, I tried to kiss her but she rejected me.

"Why did you give him a chance? I didn't even force you to be my boyfriend." She cried when she said that. She must have held back her tears at the dinner table.

"No, I just want to help him change. Whether or not down the track you want him, that's another matter."

"But you made it sound like you are only taking care of me temporarily and that when he made good, you would return me to him. I have no chemistry with him, Bei."

You know, you cannot win all. The dinner tonight was supposed to be one that cleanly cuts their relationship but it wasn't so. I gave a loser a chance in life. What he will do next, I don't know. Maybe join the ruling party and become some important fella in politics? Or climb Mount Everest and plant a Malaysian flag up there? That loser suddenly have a lot of ooomph in him.

"Shirley, you know I will look after you forever, whether you are someone's girl friend or wife. We are not just friends, definitely more than friends... but you do know how I am afraid of commitment. I want to stay single for the rest of my life."

She kept quiet and was sobbing softly. It wasn't a good night. I don't know where to bring her. I was lost. Really, I don't think I had treat her good. Our relationship can be so blurred that I don't know what we are. True, she never forced me into any relationship but yet I shouldn't have treated her as if she wasn't my girl. She has given all that she has to me.

Bros who enjoy please up my points thanks

[IdontKnow]

There are still more twist to this story. But if readers are less interested in this story, I could revive some of my older ones. Do let me know.

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"I am sorry. You do know you mean a lot to me."

"But you will 'give me back' to Simon. I am like transiting with you."

"You know I don't mean it that way. At least he promised you he won't be bugging you for a while."

"I am really at a lost. I am not asking you to love me but at least don't push me around. When you need me, I am at your beck and call. Otherwise you would be too busy for me."

"I have never been too busy for you."

It was silence after that. This is the first argument we had since we started our romp. It left my heart bleeding a little. I don't think sending her home would be a good idea at this moment.

"Can you take leave tomorrow?"

"No."

I dial Orang Utan number.

"Hey Orang. How is it going?"

"Yeah.. I was just wondering if I could ask Shirley to go for a site visit down in Johor Bahru tomorrow."

"Yeah, that factory we had been talking about."

"Aiya, next time I bring you la."

"Aiyor.. where got bring Shirley out to play. You know when it comes to business I am serious."

"Okay, you make the necessary arrangement. I will drop by her place later tonight to pick her up."

"Thanks. See you around."

Shirley was shocked that I tried to teach her how to "ponteng" work. Less than 30 seconds later, her phone rang.

"Hello. Yes Mr Utan."

"I have some work I need to rush. That Mr Lingam's case. He wants to import 10 container loads of video cameras."

"Correct, correct, correct."

"Can't you go on my behalf?"

"Okay. I understand. He can come to my house now."

"Yeah he sent me home once. He knows."

"Bye."

In another 30 seconds, my phone beeped. Orang Utan said I could go pick Shirley up anytime. With that I enter ELITE on my way down to Johor Bahru.

"Hi, this is Bei Jing."

"Tongkat Ali Ooomph Sdn. Bhd."

"Can you prepare a room for me? Tonight. Yeah. Usual."

"Thanks."

It was still pretty much silence for most of the journey.

"Hungry? Toilet? Want me to stop?"

She shook her head.

We checked into the Pulai Springs Resort that night. It is a perfect getaway. Tomorrow I have to bring her to the site to take some photos at least to show that she is really working.

"I have no clothings, no charger for my phone."

"Don't worry about those. You don't need clothings here nor your phone. Switch it off so you have some residual power left for tomorrow. Make sure you call your mum that you won't be back tonight."

Her mother was quite happy to see her with me, though she might be thinking I am the potential son in law. In all honesty, I would really look after Shirley whether she is single or married.

I went and prepared the tub. Though she was rather quiet, she no longer was angry. I could sense that I might be able to turn things around. Soaking in the tub at midnight. That would do wonders.

I gave her a hug and in return I could feel her hugging me back. All seemed well. I helped her undress. And led her to the bathroom. I settled myself into the tub first then asking her to sit in front of me. It was generously big enough for both of us.

I gave her a shoulder massage. She seemed more relax.

"I love you, Shirley." Damm where did that come from. I don't think I have said it in such a way to her that I almost feel I meant it. I mean I do love her a little but not those crazy wanna get married type love.

She froze and suddenly began sobbing. Bad move.

"Sorry."

She was silent. I just hugged her from behind in the water. It seemed awkward.

"Bei, I love you more than anything else in this world." she continued sobbing. "But I know deep in your heart, you will not be committed. It's okay. As long as you allowed me to love you, I don't mind and don't ask for anything."

What she said seemed genuine.

"But I do. I hope you understand that we may not be together, but I do love you and will care for you."

"But will you return me to Simon?"

"Don't say it that way. If Simon is no longer a loser, I can tell his love for you seemed genuine."

"But I do not love him."

"If you do not love him, then don't accept him. When he is no longer the loser that he is now, perhaps many more girls will want him."

"Please do not push me back to Simon ever again!"

"Okay.. I promise."

She turned her head around a little and placed it on my chest.

That night we had many rounds of wonder sex though it was different from her usual wild self. It is more like having it to reduce the tension in the air and maybe in her perspective, to keep my sex hormone level down.

[IdontKnow]

Thank you all for your continued support. Really appreciate that people occasionally do like to read more of a "love story" than total romp. I must admit, in the past, my stories do not describe the romp as much except for that one encounter I had in the VIP house. There is actually a sexual twist to all this. To reward some of the campers here, I have decided to do a second installment for today. By the way, all these happened only in the last few months. Not that long ago so there are on going elements.

Stay tune. Will write my other stories when I come back from my overseas trip later.

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The following day, I got some room service and ate in the room. We weren't really dress for the occasion to be seen by others. We had to wear our used clothings for the day's activities. I actually have an apartment in Taman Molek where I kept some of my belongings but it was quite a distance from Pulai Springs.

So we drove up back to Batu Pahat to look at the site. It was a case of liquidators coming in and cleaning up the business. So the property is on offer and quite cheap. It is not a straight forward case as there are problems with the transfer.

Actually I have made up my mind not to buy the property, but I must let Shirley do her job. Took photos and I promise to transmit her a copy of the title later when we reach KL.

Shirley seemed that much happier than the night before. Perhaps she has accepted her position in the entire relationship. She knows that I have enough feelings for her but am not one to commit. Since knowing me, she knows that I do have a few other girl friends whom I see occasionally but since that faithful day, I have been spending almost all my time with her only. She knows I sleep around with the other women so she insist I practise safe sex with them but would still allow me to do her raw. She seemed like the perfect wife who is not jealous of my other affairs. Not possessive and not demanding. I have yet to test it out though. Somehow I am attracted to her though my mind tells me I am not.

Our routine life can be quite monotonous. I would pick her up after work and then head to somewhere for a bite. We have grown to like Imbi for food. Nothing fanciful but quick bites and we would pick another place to chill out. Almost like every other faithful couples. And I thought my appetite for sex is huge. Hers would win me down hands down. She was slowly developing herself into maniac. No, not when we are out in the open. She is still the conservative Shirley. You would think she's the type that would not even think of sex before marriage. My little angel.

But when it came to bedroom olympics, she became a beast. She would never have enough of orgasms but yet would never fail to do her part in blowing me and literally blowing my mind away.

"Hey beibei, tonight I want to bring along my colleague if that's okay with you."

"Okay, you're the boss." Maybe it is good to have another person, more things to chat about.

"You know who I am bringing?"

"Don't know."

"My best friend at work, Julie."

"Oh, I think I have seen her before right?"

"That event.. neh she's one of the seniors. She has been helping me a lot."

"Nevermind la, I will be reminded when I see her tonight."

I am very bad at remembering faces. It is like an in born defect. My facial recognition software must have been manufactured by Microsoft. I always have this frightening thought that I would witness something really big and when the police come asking me what I saw, I would say a man. Then how he looked like. A man, I would reply. That's all I can offer. Bad, right?

"Dear, so you want to bring Julie to somewhere nice or our usual haunt?"

"Mmmmmm... bring her to Shook! I like the food there."

"Okay, might be hard to get a table last minute. Will see what I can do."

It's friday night. Can be quite pack that place but managed to get a table.

I picked her up from her work place. The problem with these 2 door cars is that it is difficult to get into the back. Let me tell you, Julie looks a lot prettier than Shirley. More mature but somewhat my taste of what fine wine should be (though I am not a drinker). I was pleasantly rewarded with Julie's lack of practice in getting into a two doors car. Her short skirt didn't help much as she placed one leg in, I could have sworn, I saw her black panties.

Suddenly my throat dried up. What the hell am I thinking. Here's the senior of my de facto girl friend and I am eyeing her in front of Shirley.

"So sorry that my car is a bit cramp."

"Hehehehe.. never been before in this type of car. A bit kampung, you don't mind hor?"

"As long as you don't mind."

"Jul, too tight at the back or not? Or you want to exchange seat with me?"

"Shir.. no need la.. you are the lady boss of the car!"

Shirley rolled her eyes and sheeshed Julie.

Shirley settled herself in her rightful seat and we drove a short distance to JW Marriott.

"Mr Bei, thank you so much for treating me horr. Never come this type of place before leh."

I got a funny feeling Julie is more of a chinese medium educated person.

"No problem la. Shirley said you looked after her a lot. But do call me Bei."

"Oh, okay la Bei. Bei you order for me can? I don't take beef. Everything else can la."

"Okay."

Julie seems like the season entertainer as she spoke a lot more than my angelic Shirley. Over the weeks I have grown accustomed to Shirley's character and felt peaceful with her. Tonight Julie seemed to be pumping life back into my soul. Quite bad of me to think such way but somehow, Shirley's quiet stance is not helping the situation at all.

We talked about workplace hazards.

"Bei, you know la. People think working as bankers horr damm safe one. But not true leh. Some of the customers hor, think like we sell body like that."

Hello! Little bro woke up upon hearing that. I felt that must be a continuation of that story.

"Got one Datuk hor, always look for me one ask me want to do his loan. Then got ask me visit him in office one. I go hor, and he like make advances at me. Try to hold my hand. So revolting one. I don't like la. No class. Luckily my phone rang and I went out to answer it. I come back told him got emergency in my family and he let me go. I dunno how to handle situation like that. But I don't dare to meet him outside anymore lo."

"Wah Jul, got rich uncle datuk like you, you don't want meh?" Shirley ask.

"Shir, you lucky got Bei la. If I get Bei, I think I would raping him!"

The two girls laughed at my expense. I could muster a smile. My brain was already raping Julie. Her nice big ass. That would be nice for doggie. Her boobs is like Everest and Shirley's like Bukit Timah. I was undressing her with my eyes.

"Bei, what you thinking ah?" Julie asked me.

"Oh, nothing."

"Don't think dirty horr!" Julie warned me.

My god, she can read minds?

"Where got!!! I was thinking work la.. sorry wasn't really listening."

I got a feeling Shirley must have told Julie a bit about our relationship. The fact that she wasn't shy with Julie when these sex topic arises confirm some of my suspicions.