I was driving my Kia up a car park in the CBD area for a client meeting. In front of me was a big BMW SUV that was literally crawling. It was going up the narrow ramp slowly, maybe at 5km/hour or less. There were no cars behind me and I was not in a hurry. So I did not high beam or honk the slow driver.
As the beemer made the tight turn from the slope to flat ground of the next level, it drove forward slowly but still, the right rear door of the car brushed against the pillar, leaving a slight dent and scratches on the car. The driver didn’t stop on the slope to check and continued driving up to the next level. Once it was on flat ground, it kept to the left and switched on its hazard lights.
I still wasn’t annoyed and started to slowly drive past the parked car in the narrow space when the door of the beemer opened. I had to jam on my brakes immediately to prevent hitting into the door. The driver inconsiderate action had just made my blood boil. I put my car to “P” and angrily opened the door.
Right at this moment, a very beautiful woman stepped out of the other car. She had smooth, fair skin, bright expressive eyes and long silky hair. She was wearing a blue mini bodycon dress with 3 inch heels. The garment wrapped tightly around her body and I could see that she had rather sizable boobs, a slim and slender, not skinny body, and a perky, well-shaped butt.
She was absolutely stunning but to be brutally honest, the first thought that came into my mind was that she was a kept woman of some millionaire or billionaire.
Mesmerized by her sudden beauty, my anger had dissipated and I couldn’t decide if I should get out of the car or stay where I was. She made the decision for me.
She opened the door of my passenger seat, bend down at her hips and looked into my car. Still attracted by her, my eyes automatically roam down to her cleavage before I quickly averted them away. She spoke before I did
woman: Hello….
Her expensive womanly perfume drifted into the interior of my car and I didn’t expect myself to stammer.
me: er… Hi…. what… what is it?
She looked uneasy and scowled as she asked the question
woman: I’m sure you saw the knock…. and now I’m stuck. I…. Can you drive the car out of the carpark for me?….. I don’t want to scratch the car further…..
It sounded to me as if she was unwilling to admit that she was having issues, and the way she was asking for help, didn’t appear that she was asking for help willingly.
She seemed like a bitch but I wasn’t offended and almost laughed. She must be a person that always felt high and mighty and probably this was one of the only time whereby she was reaching out to ask for help.
me: hmm… ok…. I can “help” you….
I emphasized on the word “help” and the furrow on her forehead deepened. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at the expression on her beautiful face. I quickly composed myself and continued
me: …. but I can’t leave my car here…. would you mind if I park my car first and then come back down to help you?
She nodded.
woman: ok….
She closed the door of my car and moved aside but I still couldn’t start driving yet. I wind down my window and spoke loudly.
me: you’ve to close your car door so that I can go and park my car…
She looked confused for a second before she realized what I meant. She quickly turned back and seemed embarrassed as she closed her car door. I drove up to the next level, parked my car and walked down the ramp to look for her.
She was already seated in the passenger seat and I opened the door on the driver side. As I got into her car, her perfume enveloped me again. She had a bitchy attitude but she smelled nice. I also wouldn’t mind burying my face in her pair of tits. However, I shook these lecherous thoughts out of my mind and I closed the door.
me: so where do you want me to drive your car to?
woman: is there some carpark nearby that is not so narrow?
me: yes…. there is….. is it ok to proceed?
She nodded and I started driving.
Her car was a lot bigger than mine but it wasn’t an issue for me. I drove slowly and stole peeks at her smooth sexy legs.
I exited the carpark and drove into the basement carpark on the opposite side of the road.
The ramp on this side were alot wider and she looked relieved.
I found an empty lot and parked her car. I was early for my meeting but after helping her, it was now close to my meeting time and I prepared to leave.
me: I think you should be good now….
I was about to open the door when she stopped me.
woman: I’m Emilia. what’s yours?
me: I’m Sam…..
Emilia: Give me your number….
Giving how stuck up she was earlier, I was surprised that she asked me for my number. I hesitated for a second as I was not sure why she wanted it. If she was going to say that I had bump the side of her car, I had video evidence from my dashcam that I wasn’t responsible for it. After deciding that there was no harm giving her my number, I replied.
me: sure….
I just gave it to her and watch her saved the number into her phone. She looked up.
me: if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first…
She nodded. I got off the car and went for my meeting. I didn’t even get a word of thanks from her.
I didn’t expect it but she whatsapp me 2 hours later.
Emilia (WA): Hi Sam, I’m Emilia
me (WA): hello.
Emilia (WA): are you free this Friday evening? I want to treat you to dinner for your help.
She looked snobbish and her attitude sucks. So I had never expected any offer from her. On the other hand, I was never invited out by such a pretty woman before. It made me curious to find out what she wanted.
me (WA): sure. where shall we meet?
Emilia (WA): MBS ok?
me (WA): ok
We set a time and agreed to meet on that day.
There was a slight jam and when I arrived at the location on Saturday, Emilia was already waiting.
Wearing a shimmery bareback dress, she looked even more stunning compared to the last time I saw her. A little of her side boobs were showing but I could see the black corset that she was wearing underneath. Her skirt was even shorter than the one I saw earlier this week and she was again wearing 3 inch heels.
Her dress sense was daring, yet it didn’t feel cheap or slutty and instead, she looked chic and sophisticated. In comparison, I was wearing an old pair of jeans and T-shirt. As a couple, we got a lot of stares from strangers and she didn’t look too pleased.
I wondered if it was due to the vast differences in our dressing or maybe she was not used to waiting for anyone. Regardless of which, I was late and wanting to be polite, I decided to explain myself.
me: sorry, I was caught in a jam…
Her expressions didn’t change as she replied.
Emilia: we’re late for the reservation…. let’s go….
She started walking away. I could have walked away but I was curious as to where she would bring me for dinner since she didn’t say anything in the messages. I just followed her.
She led me to a fine dining restaurant, which I’ve heard was rather expensive. I was a hawker center guy and did not feel at ease in such a place but I thought that it would be rude for me to reject her offer of a treat. As such, I continued keeping quiet and a waiter showed us to our table.
Once we were seated, the waiter gave us each a menu and left us alone. As I looked down at the menu in my hands, I was stuck. It was littered with words of either Italian or French and I didn’t understand a single word of them. I was contemplating to ask Emilia but I didn’t want to be seen as a country bumpkin and took out my phone to check the meanings.
Across the table, unexpectedly, she smiled. It was not in a rude way nor was she mocking me. It was a genuine smile and it lighted up her beautiful face. I could not help but to stare at her for a brief second.
Emilia: The first one on the menu is chicken. It’s chicken baked in…..
She went on to explain each dish to me patiently and then gave me her recommendation. I took her advice and ordered the fish.
Over the course of the dinner, she asked me questions first. There wasn’t a tinge of bitchiness in her questions and I answered them truthfully.
I told her that I was 30 and working in sales for a local SME. I was a polytechnic graduate and currently living with my parents in an HDB flat in Toa Payoh. I had an elder brother who was married and moved out of the house.
She then shared that she was 27, also in sales, but with an MNC. I was surprised that with her nasty attitude, she was doing sales but I guess that her good looks probably equalized her attitude to some extent.
She continued to explain that she was an overseas graduate and lived with her parents in a private estate near South Buona Vista Road. Unlike me, she was a single child.
Upon hearing her background, I knew she wasn’t a mistress. Her parents were wealthy enough to send her overseas for her studies, and she lived in an upscale neighborhood. Since she was a single child, I had a strong suspicion that parents had probably spoiled her all these while and that was where she had gotten her attitude.
Somehow, with that realization, I was no longer annoyed with her for her bitchiness and despite that she was better than me in terms of looks, finances and education, I pitied her a little. From that point onwards, I began to relax and spoke freely.
I didn’t mince my words and asked if she always had an attitude. She looked at me and seemed stunned for a second as she had not expected me to ask her such a question. After a moment, a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth and she replied without getting offended.
She was fully aware of her attitude and explained that she held high expectations for everything and everyone, including herself. There were many things she couldn’t tolerate and made sure to list them for me: sloppiness, laziness, carelessness, incompetence, excuses, and a general lack of accountability.
I didn’t ask but she went on to explain that when I first saw her in the carpark, she was annoyed with herself for being incapable of driving her car properly. And earlier while waiting for me, 2 of those guys whom I saw staring at us, had actually approached her, thinking she was a working lady. That was why she looked so pissed when I saw her.
At this moment, the waiter brought our desserts and as he was setting her ice-cream down, he accidentally brushed the cup against his sleeves, causing it to overturn. The ice-cream spilled onto the table cloth but not on her dress. He instantly apologized profusely and his manager, who had seen his clumsiness, came over to apologize as well.
After what she told me a minute ago, I thought she would blow her top at the server’s carelessness but to my surprise, she didn’t. She told them that it was an accident and she was fine. After they cleaned up the table and left us alone again, I asked her about it.
me: I thought you couldn’t tolerate carelessness?
Emilia: yes but this is clearly an accident…. and he’s just trying to earn a living…. if I told him off, he might lose his job…
I didn’t probe further and it seemed to me that underneath her bitchiness, there was another softer side to her.
When dinner was done, we took the same lift down to the carpark.
me: thanks for the dinner…. it was nice….
Emilia: it is to thank you for helping me….
It felt a little strange that she didn’t hesitate this time and thanked me readily.
We didn’t speak further and I walked her to her car. Standing next to her car, I didn’t open the car door for her and I could see that she wasn’t expecting me to. She reached for the handle and then paused, as if she was thinking about something. A few seconds passed and she turned back to face me.
Emilia: are you free tomorrow?
me: ermm…. yes…. why?
Emilia: can you accompany me to the new birdpark?…. I haven’t visited that place yet….
me: birdpark?
Emilia: yes…. my treat….
I stopped to think. It had been advertised as an interesting attraction and I haven’t been there myself since I was not attached currently. I had nothing on tomorrow and didn’t mind to accompany her.
me: hmm…. ok.. but I’ll pay my own….
She didn’t complain about that, smiled happily and nodded.
Emilia: ok. great… text me your address later. I’ll see you at your place at 8.30am….
With that she got into the car and drove off.
The next morning, I was waiting under my block when Emilia arrived.
Since she had driven to my place, I assumed she was going to pick me up and drive, but instead, she got out of the car.
When I saw her, I was a little surprised.
She was wearing just a plain singlet, a pair of denim shorts and sports shoes. She had a cap on and tied her hair in a pony tail behind to expose her slender neck. She looked very different from last night and the previous time that I saw her. Now, she looked like a fresh faced graduate rather than a successful career woman.
There were also a few things that I realized.
Without her heels, she was only 1.6m tall and was actually rather petite. That said, I also confirmed that her boobs were not small. Her singlet did not have a low neckline but her cleavage was showing. I suspected that she was somewhere between a large C and a D cup.
She frowned when she saw me looking at her. Thankfully, she did not catch me staring at her breasts.
Emilia: what is it?
me: er…. no… It’s just that you look…. different….
Emilia: I’m not attending an event today and since we’ll be in the sun and I’ll be sweating. So this works better. Let’s take my car…..
She passed me the keys to indicate that I should drive.
me: er…. ok….
Over the course of the day, she was still impudent with most of her replies but I could feel that she was trying to tone down a little. I didn’t mind too much and once I overlook her attitude, there were actually a wide range of subjects to talk to her about. There was not one moment where we were stuck without a topic.
When we were done for the day, she asked me to drive back to my place first. After I dropped myself off, she drove the car and went home.
The following week, she whatsapp me and asked me out again. It was a dinner and she was wearing a dress again but it was a lot more tone down version. She didn’t look too difference from those OL that you would see during lunch time in Raffles place.
That Saturday, we went out to Universal studios and she was back in her T-shirt and shorts.
For the past 2 weeks, she was the one who was reaching out to me. As her attitude towards me had toned down, I didn’t mind going out with her. Afterall, she was a pretty woman. Despite that, I had no expectations as the status between us were too huge. During this period, I had also found out from her that due to her attitude, she didn’t have many friends and was just looking for someone to accompany her.
Over the next few weeks, I learned a few more things about Emilia. At first glance, she might have come across as a picky bitch but that wasn’t really it. She was protecting herself as she didn’t want others to try to take advantage of her. Thus she had learnt that to keep people at arms length, having a nasty attitude was the way to do it.
On the 3rd Saturday that we went out, it was after our dinner and we were sitting on a bench outside MBS and facing the body of water when she popped the question.
Emilia: Sam, let’s date….
I almost spilled the bubble tea that I was sipping. In the past, it was always me who popped the question to my ex-girlfriends. This was the first time any woman had dropped the question on me. Moreover, she was not any woman. She was a stunning and wealthy woman who was way out of my league.
I knew she was single and unattached but I was not sure if she was pulling my leg. My heart was beating rapidly as I looked at her. I found that she was looking into my eyes directly.
me: er….. I… I want to… but will your parents object?
Emilia: it’s my life. I make my own choices….
I still couldn’t tell if she was making fun of me because it made no sense to me. If she were to throw a stone into a crowd, it would hit any guy who would be more qualified than me to be her boyfriend
me: but…. but why me? I’m sure you have a lot of suitors….
Emilia: hah, those guys. Most couldn’t stand my character and as for those that pretended they could, they just want to get under my skirt. But you are different. You are sincere and kind…..
me: but….
She furrowed her brows and cut me off
Emilia: tsk…. are you so uncertain of yourself or do you not want to be with me?
me: no…. I want to be with you but there are many better options for you….
Emilia: to me, you are the best…
me: best?
Emilia: yes…. even though you knew that my family was wealthy, you didn’t try to suck up to me…. you are the first person who dared to ask me about my attitude….
With that, she slipped her fingers into mine. I haven’t agree but neither did I pull away.
Emilia: we are now a couple…..
She didn’t give me a choice to choose and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, as if to stamp her mark on me. Appearance wise, she was more than what I looked for in a woman. However, she had a nasty attitude. I knew that she had been trying to tone herself down in front of me and I appreciated that. I decided that I would give the relationship a go and see how it turned out.
The first month was sweet. We didn’t meet everyday as she was busy and would only go out when she was available. We went to various places and she still showed her attitude at times but I generally enjoyed her company. We would always use her car and she insisted to pay for almost 80% of everything but I didn’t mind since I was a lot poorer than her. Perhaps I was a SIMP but I didn’t have an issue with that.
So far on our dates, she had kissed me only on the cheek and we had only held hands. I was definitely very interested in her body but I left it to her to make the first move since she had been the more proactive one in our relationship. However, she never did and I thought that she was not interested in getting intimate physically. I was planning on how I should make the first move when she took action first.
On the Saturday night of the anniversary of our first month, she brought me to a hotel in Orchard for dinner. At that moment, I still didn’t suspect anything.
After dinner, we had some drinks at the bar and about 9pm, she paid and we left the bar. We had drank quite a bit and she looked a little tipsy. I knew that neither of us were in no condition to drive. I asked if she wanted to take a PHV or get a valet to drive her car back. She wagged a finger and smiled.
Emilia: nope…. that’s not the plan….
She reached into her bag and pulled out an access card, holding it up and waving it in front of my face.
Emilia: tadah!…. I’ve booked a room, let’s go up…..
I was frozen for a moment as I wasn’t expecting this. My heart started to thump rapidly in my ribcage. She tilted her head to one side and looked at me curiously.
Emilia: you don’t want to?
I shook my head instantly.
me: no…. no…. I want….
She grinned and slipped her hand into my arm as she led me to the lift.
We took the elevator up and she opened the door to the room. I was surprised that it was a suite and obviously she had not spared any expenses to this.
Once we were inside, I closed the door. As I walked into the living area of the suite, she did not follow me and stood at the entryway, just inside the door. Suddenly, all her earlier confidence had disappeared and she looked stiff and tense. I was a little concerned.
Me: are you ok?
She bit her lips and nodded without answering me but still didn’t move from her spot. I went over held her hand and led her in.
When we were in the middle of the room, I looked at her curiously.
For the first time since I knew her, her eyes were shifty and she looked unsure of herself. I could sense that she was definitely nervous and I was stumped. I couldn’t understand what was happening. She was the one who had booked the hotel and led me up into the room. However, now, she had turned all weird and I wondered if something happened to her previously.
I didn’t know what to do. All I did was to make her sit on the sofa and then poured her a glass of water before sitting down next to her.
I did not touch her and just sat there, looking at her worryingly. I did not speak because I knew that sometimes she preferred to have some moments of silence between us. Not the kind of awkward silence but rather a peaceful silence.
A minute later, she took a shy glance in my direction and spoke in a tiny voice.
Emilia: are we going to just sit here all night?
She felt like a completely different person and it made me even more concerned.
me: what’s wrong with you?…. I’m really worried….
She pursed her lips and blushed. yes. She actually blushed. This was not the Emilia whom I had known.
Emilia: I… I swear that I’m completely fine…. and are you not going to do anything?
I didn’t understand what was happening but slid myself closer to her. She was wearing a halterneck dress that came with a short skirt which ended 1/2 way down her thighs. Without thinking, I put my hand on her knee. She gasped and I instinctively retracted my hand, realizing what I had done and thought that she was offended.
me: oops…. sorry….
Emilia: no… no… I’m fine… I’m just too nervous….
She reached out, held my wrist and placed my hand back on her thigh.
We had not spoke about this before and the thought that she might still be a virgin suddenly crossed my mind. If that was the case, then I could understand why she was behaving so shyly.
Me: Is this your first time?
She shook her head and spoke slowly.
Emilia: no… I had a ex-boyfriend when I was in the UK….. but it was many years ago….
me: did you had a bad experience then?
She shook her head meekly. Her usual assertive and confident self was not there. Instead, I saw an innocent girl who looked like she had just graduated from college and was in a hotel room with a guy for the first time. She didn’t specifically mentioned it but from what she said, I deduced that it had been a while since she got intimate with a guy and was feeling awkward. Since she was the one who led me here, I decided that it was my turn to take the initiative.
I leaned forward and kiss her lips softly. I pulled back and waited for her response. She parted her mouth slightly and licked her lips. I kissed her again, this time, I did not move away and gently stuck my tongue into her mouth. It took 3 seconds before she reacted. Her tongue suddenly came out to meet mine apprehensively at first but it took a few more seconds before we started our passionate tongue fight.
I still had one hand on her thigh and put my other hand around the back of her waist but did not dare to proceed further.
We kissed for 5 minutes before we parted, both of us breathless.
After our lips moved apart from each others, we were just sitting there and looking at each other, not saying anything. A moment later, she leaned over and whispered into my ear.
Emilia: Sam….. I’m yours tonight… just do what you want with me…..
When Emilia moved away from my ear, she was blushing brightly and didn’t dare to look into my eyes.
Even though I had started the ball rolling, I still had my doubts as to whether she was teasing me because she was behaving so differently from her normal self now. Previously, she had told me before that she didn’t like guys who tried all ways to get into her skirt. As such, throughout the past month, I was lusting after her body but I had been restraining myself because I was starting to have some feelings for her.
With those words that she just said, this was the chance I had been waiting for. I decided to bite the bullet and go for it. I was afraid that if I didn’t try to touch her and she broke off with me the next day, I would regret it for life.
I moved my hand up from her thigh and towards her breasts. During that few seconds, I still kept a close look on her face. If I spotted any adverse reactions, I would stop immediately.
She watched my hand all the way and I could not tell if it was desire I spotted in her eyes but when I closed my palm around her breast on the outside of her blouse, she exhale audibly. I had not realized that she was holding her breath.
She was trembling slightly but didn’t show any unwillingness.
I let go of her breast and placed both my hands behind her neck and to untie her blouse. Once I had finished untying it, I let it go and the fabric fell away to expose her strapless black bra. I reached behind and unclasped it to expose her beautiful breasts. They were full and as fair and as creamy as the skin on the rest of her body, without any tinge of green veins on them.
Her nipples, even though they were of the lightest brown, the contrast in shades with her breasts was striking. They were already hard and I teased them using my fingers.
Emilia: aaahhh….
She purred softly in approval and made such a wanton face that I almost cum in my jeans. I tried to pull down her dress but she was sitting on it. Without speaking, she stood up and allowed her dress fall onto the carpet. She picked it up and put it on the coffee-table in front of us.
As she straightened up, she subconsciously covered her breasts with one hand while the other went down to her crotch, covering the front of her black lacy thongs.
I didn’t speak and our eyes met for a second before she looked away shyly. Slowly, she removed her hands from the front of her body. She was still feeling shy and awkward but I wasn’t going to let it affect me. I reached up to the waistband of her thongs and pulled it down her thighs.
Her pussy came into view and this time, she didn’t cover her modesty. It was not clean shaven but she had cleanly trimmed into a tiny rectangular shape that looked like a tiny airstrip on her pubic area. I knew that it was not easy to maintain the shape and she had definitely prepared it for tonight.
She saw where I was looking.
Emilia: do you like it this way or do you prefer me to be clean?
me: I like it either way….
She smiled shyly
I stood up and started to remove my shirt, jeans and underwear.
Emilia: can I touch it?
I saw her looking at my erected dick
me: sure…. but shall we go over to the bed? it’s easier…
She nodded.
We went into the room and laid on the bed next to each other.
The look in her eyes were still shy but I could see the desire in them now. I kiss her and our lips locked in place again. Concurrently, I slowly traced my hand lightly from her neck down her shoulder and over one of her tits. When my finger tips brushed against her nipple, even though I didn’t tease the erected nub, she arched her back and moaned.
Emilia: mpphhff… unnn…..
It seemed like she had rather sensitive nipples and I would be investigating my assumption in future but not now. The prize was further down below.
My hand slid passed her tits, down her flat tummy, across her immaculately trimmed bush until I reached her clit. When my finger landed on her swollen clit, she shyly spread her legs for my hand.
As I began to rub her clit, she closed her eyes and moaned sensually.
Emilia: mmpff… ahhhhh……
At the same time, she curled her manicured fingers around my cock and started to stroke it gently.
About 30 seconds later, I slid my finger down along her slit until I reached the entrance of her vagina. She was already very wet. She looked into my eyes seductively as I parted her nether lips. Slowly, I began to insert the tip of my finger into her pussy, she moaned again.
Emilia: mppfff…. aaanhhhh…..
It was just a single finger and I could feel that she was tight. I continued to push in slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt her. Once I got my finger fully in, I commenced the exploration of the inside of her pussy, feeling all her ridges and crevices within her.
About 2 mins in, her pussy became more relaxed and I started to insert a 2nd finger into her. Once both my fingers were in her pussy, I began to finger fuck her.
Emilia: mmmppff…aaahhhh….. aaaaahhhhh….
About 30 seconds in, she suddenly broke off from our kiss, let go of my cock and grabbed my shoulder tightly. At the same time, I could feel the inner walls of her pussy constricting against my fingers.
Emilia: aahhhh!!!….. aaahhhh!!!!
My fingers continued to thrust into her pussy for another 5 seconds or so before I stopped. She was breathing heavily and I could not believed that I had just gotten her to orgasm within such a short time.
Our eyes met and this time, she did not look away. Instead, she pushed me back on the bed. When I was laying with my back on the bed, she got onto her hands and knees and positioned herself on top of me. We were in a 69 position with her pussy just a few centimeters in front of my face.
Unlike some girls who I slept with in the past, the area around Emilia’s pussy was not much darker than the rest of her body. Thus, the pinkish colour of her pussy was amplified. As for her pussy, it was shaped perfectly. After being invaded by my fingers, its outer lips were now slightly apart, allowing her nice wrinkled inner lips to be visible.
Her pussy was caked with her juices and I could smell her sweet womanly fragrance. Basically the scent of a woman who in heat and waiting to be bred.
While I was looking at her pussy, she wrapped her hand around my cock and gently pulled back my foreskin before she stuck her tongue out to lick my pee hole.
Me: arhh…..
I shivered. She licked it again and I groaned once more.
Using her tongue, she licked the entire length of my cock and then moved up to my cock head again. The next moment, she put my cock into her mouth and began sucking me.
Her sucking skills was not the best I’ve experienced but when I looked between our bodies and see how my beautiful and bitchy girlfriend was sucking my cock for the first time, it was too much for me. I didn’t have time to lick her pussy.
me: Emilia, wait!…..
She didn’t stop and it was too late. I let loose.
I had expected her to cringe, turned angry and get her mouth away from my cock the moment she felt the first shot firing into it. However, she did not. Instead, she worked harder and her head bobbed up and down rapidly on my cock, milking me until I was completely empty.
When I was done, she got up and hurriedly went into the toilet.
At that moment, I was afraid. Afraid that I had pissed her off badly and she would just slap me and leave the room. I haven’t fucked her yet. I got up from the bed and quickly followed her in.
I was in time to saw her spitting my sperms into a tissue and throwing it into the toilet bowl. She realized that I was in the toilet with her and looked surprised.
Emilia: sorry….. I spat it away because it’s really alot…. the next time I’ll make sure I swallow them…..
I was stupefied by her answer.
me: are…. are you not angry that I shot into your mouth?
She shook her head and spoke as a matter of fact.
Emilia: why should I be?
me: I thought that it’s rude….
My ex-girlfriend had told me so. She said that she was doing me a favour by sucking my cock. In turn, I should respect her and inform her way in advance before I had my ejaculation as she did not want to taste my sperms.
Emilia: no…. it’s not… I’ve told you earlier that you can do anything to me tonight…
I furrowed my brows and looked at her intensely. She didn’t seem to be joking or teasing me.
Emilia: let’s go back out….
She held my hand and led me out of the toilet.
We went back to the bed and just laid next to each other under the blankets. I leaned over and kissed her again. Her tongue responded hungrily once I probed mine into her mouth. After kissing passionately for about a minute, our lips finally broke apart but we remained cuddling in bed quietly.
We were just hugging and a few minutes later, I felt her hand down at my flaccid cock. I looked up into her eyes and she was slightly blushing as she spoke.
Emilia: you haven’t put it in me yet…..
I raised my eyebrows. She was basically telling me that she needed a fuck.
My cock was flaccid but my tongue was not. I got up from my laying down position and knelt down on the mattress near her foot. Without speaking, she knew what I wanted and automatically spread her legs for me.
The love nectar around her pussy had dried but I knew that I could get her wet very quickly. I had not tasted her earlier. So I stuck out my tongue and gave her pussy a good lick. She moaned instantly.
Emilia: aahhhhhhhh……
I began to lick her pussy manfully and within seconds, her juices started flowing. At the same time, I started rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb. After about a minute, I stuck a finger into her pussy and it slipped in easily. I began to explore the depths inside her tunnel once more.
Emilia: aahhhhh…… aaahhh….
By now, her breath were quick and shallow and she was already lubricating profusely.
She looked down at me and spoke seductively.
Emilia: aahh….. are you ready?…. aaahhhhh
I knew what she meant but I wanted to tease her for a bit because even after she had climaxed and I had ejaculated, she was still rather shy. I hoped to get her to feel more comfortable with me. I stopped licking her and replied.
me: ready? what do you mean?
She blushed again.
Emilia: your… ermmm…. tool….
me: tool?
She didn’t reply and looked down at my cock. She could see that it was hard now.
She bit her lips and eventually said what I wanted to hear.
Emilia: can you fuck me now?
It didn’t sound like she was commanding me. It sounded like she was asking me for permission.
I didn’t need a 2nd invitation and stopped licking her. I got up from her pussy and she opened her hands to welcome me.
As I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, I realized that I had not worn a condom.
me: do you have any condoms?
She didn’t answer my question and instead encouraged me to fuck her.
Emilia: it’s ok… I need you now….
None of my girlfriend ever looked at me with such desperation before. It boosted my ego and suddenly made me feel like I had the most desirable manhood in the world.
My thoughts for the condom evaporated and I started to push the tip of my cock into her vagina. Her pussy was tight but she was well lubricated and my dick head had no trouble entering her. Without pre-empting her in advance, in one action, I suddenly pushed my cock deep into her pussy.
Emilia: uuuNNNNN!!!
She moaned loudly.
Immediately, I put my arms under her thighs and lifted her butt upwards so that I could penetrate her even better.
She licked her lips and looked at me lustily as I began to thrust my cock into her.
I had already cum earlier but because her pussy was so tight, it was giving a lot of pleasurable sensations to my cock.
After about 3 mins of fucking her this way, I could sense that I was about to cum again. I quickly stopped moving and withdrew my cock so as to give myself a breather.
Me: turn around…. I want to fuck you from the back.
She willingly complied.
Once she was on her hands and knees, I began to fuck her from behind in a doggy style position.
A few minutes later, I could feel the sensation again and had to change position again. This time I got her to move to the sofa outside and I fucked her on it. It didn’t take long before I had to change to the next position. I made her stand and hold the backrest of the armchair and I took her from behind once more.
At this point in time, I couldn’t hold back any more. I quickly withdrew my cock from her pussy, with the intention of shooting my sperms onto her butt cheeks. However, at that moment, she turned around, dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. For the 2nd time that night, I shot my sperms into her mouth.
Unlike the first time when she went away to spit out my sperms, this time she stood up once I was done and showed me her empty mouth.
This was our first night together and she had readily swallowed my sperms without me asking her to do it. My legs suddenly felt weak as I thought that she liked to drink sperms. Back in school, I had heard some urban legends that drinking sperms will help a woman’s complexion. As such, I asked her about it and she giggled.
Emilia: hehe…. no lah…. I did that because I thought you might like it…. or is it that you don’t?
Her reply was mind blowing compared to what I had thought. My girlfriend who was normally so demanding was now so eager to please me. It was almost unbelievable and I could only muster a quick reply.
me: I see…. but I don’t want you drinking my sperms all the time….
Emilia: er… in this case, when you want me to, just let me know, ok?
I didn’t know what else to say and only nodded.
With that, we went back to the bed and cuddled under the covers.
We didn’t speak alot but just laid there and enjoyed each others company. After 10mins, I felt her hand on my dick again as she tried to get my flaccid cock hard once more. 20 mins later, it woke up and we had sex once more. This time, I fucked her until she had her orgasm and shot my sperms on her tummy.
About 1.5 hours later, I could not believed that she managed to get me erected again. Since this was my 4th round, I only managed to produce a tiny trickle of semen.
After that, she stopped trying to get me aroused any more and we slept next to each other.
The next morning, I was woken up by a blowjob. Once I was hard, she rode my cock. After a night rest, I had restored 90% of my strength. I fucked her so hard that she had 3 orgasms. In a moment of passion, I lost control and before I realized it, I emptied my sperms in her pussy.
I panicked because if I had done this to any of my ex-girlfriends, they would be furious.
Me: sorry…. sorry….. I don’t….
Emilia was not angry at all and instead smiled and put a finger on my lips.
Emilia: don’t be…. it’s fine…. I’ve some pills and will take them once I’m home…. so don’t worry
I was glad and relieved.
Breakfast was sent to our room and after that, she initiated to have sex again. After that, we showered and checked out of the hotel.
Back at home, I recalled the event that happened over the course of the night. I had found out a few things that I didn’t know about my girlfriend previously.
Firstly, during our sexual escapade, she was a completely different woman compared to normal days. I had never known that she was so submissive in the bedroom.
Secondly, initially she was shy to express herself and would go on around about way to request what she wanted. By the end of it, she was completely comfortable with me and willing to explore. In fact, I found out that she was a really horny woman.
Thirdly, I was wrong. Just like her neck and clit, her nipples were very sensitive but they were not the most erogenous zone on her body. The most erogenous zone on her body was her mouth, or rather whenever she was kissed on the lips. When we frenched, it was like a flick of the switch and it didn’t matter where I touch her after that. She would get aroused really quickly.
Over the next 2 weeks, after work, we met up almost every alternate day and had sex. Each time, she was the one initiated and was also the one who booked the hotels. Even though we only spent a few hours in the rooms, she didn’t want to have sex in the love hotels and would rather book a proper hotel for us. I didn’t complain since she was the one paying for it.
Despite having sex so many times, when we were outside, she didn’t show her affections readily. However, once we were behind closed doors, she would turn into a sex vixen. She was horny and yet submissive. I could do things to her which I never thought she would allowed me to.
One example was to swallow my sperms and the other was to allow me to ejaculate into her pussy.
These might not seem much but based on her character, they were already surprising to me. That said, we were still early in our relationship and I believed that there were many other things which I have yet to find out about her.
I was working as a sales person for a local SME in the marketing and advertising industry in West Coast area for 2 years already. There were 2 other sales colleagues in my same team. They were Mark and Benson.
Mark was my mentor when I joined the company. He had just turned 42 this year and had been with the company for more than 10 years. Benson was 36 and had been with the company for 5 years. Although I was only 32, I could click with them but I didn’t tell them that I was now attached because the both of them were still single. I didn’t want them to think that I was boasting about my new found relationship. So whenever Emilia did not meet me after work, I would go out for drinks with them.
Uncle Loh, 65, was our manager. He was a very good boss and had been working here since the company started its business on day one.
One Monday afternoon, Uncle Loh announced to us that he was retiring. We asked him to stay but he insisted that it was time for him to take a break. He also told us that after he submitted his resignation, the big boss, Mr Sim, had given him a sum of money. He would be using this money to fulfill his dream of traveling around China with his wife and look forward to that. When we heard that, we did not persuade him to stay.
We didn’t know that Uncle Loh had actually submitted his resignation a few months back. He only told us a few days before his last day because he didn’t want us to be too sad. Anyway, he cleared his room and left the company on Wednesday. Mr Sim told us that our new manager would be coming in the next day.
On Thursday morning, I was stunned when I saw Emilia walking into our office. She was wearing a white blouse, blue jacket and blue skirt with her signature 3 inch heels.
Somehow, my gut instinct told me not to call out to her. When our eyes met, she seemed equally surprised to see me as well but she quickly suppressed her shock and looked away as Mr Sim went over to her. They spoke.
Mark and Benson had also seen her and came over to me.
Benson: wah…. she’s fucking chio… who is she?…
Mark: I don’t know man… but look at those legs…. I wanna run my hands on them and pushed my face between her legs….
The guys were behaving normally. This was how we talked when the 3 of us were out for drinks and unsurprising to me. They were talking crudely about Emilia but they didn’t know that she was my girlfriend and I couldn’t tell them now.
The guys were guessing if she was a customer but I was suspecting that she was our new boss even though we were not told yet. I made the educated guess because of how Mr Sim was talking to her.
A minute later, Mr Sim then led her to our area.
Mr Sim: hey guys, this is your new manager, Emilia….
Mark and Benson immediately greeted her enthusiastically.
Mark: Hi Emilia… good to meet you…. I’m Mark
Benson: HI Emilia…. I’m Benson… Welcome to the company….
Her eyes met mine and I instantly understood that she didn’t want me to reveal our secret just yet. It was easy to see why. If my team members found out I was in a relationship with our manager, it could put her in a difficult position. Any issue that arose might be seen as favouritism on her part. I was glad I didn’t called out to her earlier.
As the thoughts ran through my mind, I was standing there frozen like a statue until Benson prodded me.
me: Oh… Hi Emilia…. I’m Sam…
She smiled.
Emilia: hi guys, I hope that we will be able to work together as a team…
Mr Sim: come Emilia… I’ll show you where you’ll be sitting …..
He led her to the room next to our area, the one that Uncle Loh had vacated.
Benson whispered softly so that they would not hear him.
Benson: I think she quite “dua liap”….
Mark: haha…. like that you also can tell?…. she’s wearing a jacket lei….
Benson: I have the eyes to see through everything…. beep beep beep… I know you are not wearing any underwear today….
He spoke in a mysterious voice and Mark rolled his eyes.
Mark: you’re full of shit, bruh….
Benson laughed and Mark turned to me.
Mark: oei… Sam…. what’s wrong with you? you don’t seem interested in her….
Me: er…. I am…. er… but I need to submit an urgent proposal now…. Let’s talk later….
I went to my laptop and pretended to work so that they would stop bothering me.
Mr Sim closed the door and they chatted for about 30 mins. After that, he brought her to meet the rest of the colleagues.
When she came back, she asked Mark into her room. They closed the door and spoke for maybe 10 mins. After that, it was Benson’s turn. When it was my turn, I suddenly didn’t know what to say.
I went into her room and closed the door before sitting on the seat across her.
Emilia: we’ll talk about us after work….
I understood what she meant and nodded.
Emilia: now tell me about what are the customers you are working with…..
We spoke for 10 mins before I went out.
That evening, when we went out for dinner, she told me that she was as surprised as I was. We had never discussed much about our work previously and didn’t know where each other was working. She told me that at least for now, she needed me to keep our relationship a secret as she didn’t want anyone to think that she was biased if she made some unfavourable decisions.
There was one other thing that she revealed, she was Mr Sim’s daughter. This surprised me even more. But then I recalled that the boss had not put the more recent photos of his daughter on his desk. The only 1 photo which he had was from almost 20 years ago and I had not recognized that the young girl in the photo was Emilia.
She instructed me not to tell anyone about both matters and I agreed to it.
When I was laying in bed that night, I was still unable to get over the surprise that my girlfriend was my boss. Despite that, I knew that she would not give me special privileges. If I did something wrong, she would definitely be the first to let me know.
Over the next week, when Emilia came to the office, she was wearing the same outfits that she wore when I met her for dinner on the weekdays evenings previously, nothing outlandish or sexy. What she wore were common professional business attires such as formal buttoned shirts, midi dresses, pencil skirts, plain Blouses or knit tops. She was mainly covered up but I noticed a few things though.
She never wore pants and her skirts never go below the knees but of course, those skirts were never shorter than half way up her thighs. Her tailored shirts were rather fitting and always buttoned up to the last 2nd button at the top. Some times when she was seated, the shirt would be stretched. Holes would appear at the buttons area and at times, her bra would be exposed.
I was not the only one who took notice of her dressing.
Benson would secretly take photos of her when she accidentally exposed her bra or Mark would take pictures of her legs and butt whenever he had an opportunity. They would share the photos in our whatsapp group and were lusting after her blatantly.
On days, Benson would say something like that to us:
“wah… bruhs… tell you something, I think she’s wearing a padless bra today… her boobs were bouncing so much….”
“she so fair, I think her nipples should be pinkish right?
“I wish she would dress something low cut so that I can see her cleavage”
For Mark, it would be:
“I see her long legs, I buey tahan…. "
“wow…. today no VPL… must be wearing Gstring!”
Yes, they were lusting after my girlfriend but they did not know that she was my girlfriend. That’s why I didn’t feel angry about it. In fact, hearing other guys lusts after my girlfriend, despite that they were both my colleagues and friends, made me feel proud that she chose me. But of course I didn’t tell her anything about their remarks.
The first week had been interesting for my colleagues and on the 2nd week, Emilia started to go out with us for client meetings. She wanted to have a better grasp of how her dad’s business was ran as well as what we were doing. That was when the guys found out that she was very blunt and brash.
Mark and Benson were good at their jobs and had no issues meeting their sales target every year.
Mark managed the SMEs and immediately she found 2 issues with his work despite that he had very good rapports with his customers. He was never meticulous and was always bad in documentation. As such, his paperwork were always in a mess. Moreover, since his customers were SMEs, most of his discussions were done during his dinner or drinks with the customer. So there were no electronic records of them but she wanted him to do something about it.
When he didn’t take any actions, she started to pester him even more and he started to complain about her to us.
Mark: fuck lah…. chio so what?…. come here only 2 weeks and start to pick on me about everything…. cheebye…
me: like what?
Mark: she will complain that I didn’t have emails records on the conversation with the customers… fuck lah…. some of these bosses are in their 60s and 70s…. they don’t bother with emails and the discussions are through phone calls… so how to record?… as long as I get the contract in and the customer pay up when we invoice them is the most important part right?….. Uncle Loh was fine with it…. why is she so fucking picky?
me: bruh, if there’s no proof of a discussion and there’s any dispute that happen, it could turn out to be messy…
I went on to explain to him but he brushed me off.
Mark: argh…. whatever…..
Benson also got into trouble with Emilia. He was working with our partners which were the main-con for projects. These partners would sub-con out the smaller bits to us. Just like Mark, he had a close relationship with these partners and were able to meet his sales target. However, Benson was forgetful. He had lost his IC twice and his phone multiple times. He even forgot his ex-girlfriend’s birthday in the past and that’s what caused them to break up.
Emilia chided him once for forgetting to bring his laptop for a presentation and another for forgetting to bring the contract for the client to sign. This became an issue because of his forgetfulness, he forgot to take action on her demands.
As for me, she had no issue with my work because I was handling only corporate clients and had to do everything professionally. All my negotiations and discussions with the clients had proper email trails for audit purposes and the contracts were done in accordance to the paperwork.
When we were having dinner on one of the evenings, Emilia also complained to me about them. She said that if Mark and Benson were like me, she would have an easier time in the office. Perhaps it was because this was her first time managing someone, she was feeling stressed about it. In her previous role, she told me that she was an individual contributor and did not have these employees issues.
Knowing her stubborn and unyielding view, I didn’t dare to tell her that the methods she was using for the team members were not the best way to solve the issues. I knew that those guys would only take the soft approach but each time, she went down hard on them and criticized their work. It didn’t sit well with them and they were unhappy.
On the 3rd week, my team members didn’t know that Emilia was Mr Sim’s daughter and complained to him about the issue. He only told them that since she was their new manager, they should find a way to work with her. They had no choice and there was an uneasiness in the office.
1 week later, something unexpected happened.
Mr Sim had 2 companies, the one that we were working in, which was in advertising and marketing, and the other one on the ground floor unit, which was essentially a printing house. Companies that wanted to print AGM, marketing brochures and anything else would go to them directly. If our customers needed to print something for their advertising collaterals, we would go to this sister company.
Since they had more contracts, their revenue was larger but the margin was tight due to the raw materials that they needed to buy. On the other hand, we made larger profits but our revenue was lesser. Either way, both companies needed each other.
From what I heard from Uncle Loh previously, Mr Sim had set up the printing business first. As time went back, there were more and more customers that needed advertising and marketing as well and so, he set up the other company.
He didn’t have time to look after both companies. Since the printing business was stable at that time, he decided to focus on the new company to make it successful. So he asked one of his staff to handle the operation of the printing company. Mr Sim initially appointed Uncle Loh but Uncle Loh rejected the offer. Uncle Loh wanted to help him with the new company.
As such, the printing business was passed to the 2nd choice, Kuek, to manage. Kuek was the GM of the printing business and we all knew who he was as at times we needed to go downstairs to the printing house to explain what our clients were requesting for.
It was on a Monday morning and just as Mr Sim’s weekly meeting session was about to start, Kuek walked into the meeting uninvited. None of us spoke and only Mr Sim did.
Mr Sim: hey Kuek, what is it? I’m going to start my meeting
Kuek: have you forgot what’s the date today?
Mr Sim: what about today’s date?
Kuek: I knew you’ll forget….
He took out a file and put it in front of Mr Sim. The older man opened the file, looked at it and frowned. He put the file down and turned to Kuek.
Mr Sim: Let’s talk in my office…..
He got up from his chair and turned to us.
Mr Sim: Suzy and Emilia, you all go ahead with the meeting first….
Upon saying that, he left the meeting room. Suzy, our Finance / HR manager, told Emilia and the Project Manager to lead the meeting.
45 minutes later, Kuek came into the meeting room and told us to stop the meeting and go into the main office. He said that Mr Sim had something to announce. No one knew what it could be and when I looked at Emilia, she just shook her head briefly, apparently not sure of what was happening as well.
I noticed that the staff from the printing company was also in our office and all of us looked perplexed.
When everyone was outside and standing in front of Mr Sim, Kuek went over to stand beside him.
Mr Sim: Firstly, I want to tell all of you that everyone in the company is like my family. I thank you for your service to make it a successful one…. so, the company will be giving an additional 2 weeks of bonus for those who work more than 5 years and 1 additional month for those more than 10 years…..
There was a cheer among the old timers. He made a gesture to calm everyone down before continuing.
Mr Sim: For those that didn’t know, yesterday was my birthday… I’ve turned 65….. so I’m retiring….
There were surprise gasps and chatters suddenly started among the staff. Emilia was shocked as well and she looked at her dad.
Suzy: boss, why?
Someone asked “boss, please continue to lead us”
A designer asked “then what about us?”
Mr Sim: don’t worry both companies will continue operating and you’ll all have a job…..
There were chatters amongst the staff and he waited for silence.
Mr Sim: I’ve forgotten all about a promise I made many years ago…. Kuek came to remind me about it….
He pointed to the file in Kuek’s hand.
Mr Sim: Back then, I had given 50% of the printing company to Kuek so that he would have the drive to make it successful…. and as part of the agreement back then, when I reached 65, I will need to give him an opportunity to proof if he was capable to take over both companies…
He gestured to Emilia and she hesitated for a second before going over to stand next to her dad.
Mr Sim: Anyway, for those who do not know, Emilia is my daughter….
There were some “oohs” and “ahhs” in the crowd. Mark and Benson looked at each other in surprise. I had to pretend that I didn’t know about this and looked at them the same way as well.
The boss waited until the noisy chatters amongst the staffs subsided before speaking.
Mr Sim: We all know that the printing company makes more revenue but the profit is low….. the advertising company has better profit margins but the revenue is low….. so moving forward, we need to balance these….
Kuek didn’t say anything and Emilia looked even more confused. The boss continued
Mr Sim: So Kuek is going to take up this test…. if within 6 months, he can increase the total profits, not margins, of the printing company until it surpass the advertising company, then I’ll hand over the reigns of both companies to him….. if not, he will remain a shareholder of the printing company and agree to let Emilia takeover both companies….
Emilia looked shock but quickly recovered.
Emilia: dad, does this means that if I can make the advertising company’s revenue surpass the printing company, then the same applies to me?
Mr Sim shook his head.
Mr Sim: no… this is only for Kuek to prove himself….. but I’m very sure that you’ll need to defend your turf….
Emilia frowned
Emilia: what do you mean?
He didn’t show any expressions but Kuek was smirking.
Mr Sim: you’ll find out in time…..
He didn’t say anything else and made some other announcements. Eventually we were dismissed.
Emilia remained behind to speak to her dad while Mark, Benson and I went back up to our own desks. The rest of the staff also dispersed back to their workstations.
Benson: WTF bruhs…. she’s the boss daughter…. never expected that….
Mark: now I understand why she is so cocky…..
He didn’t look too happy when he said that.
That evening, even though I was curious to find out what was happening, I didn’t bother her and went home alone. Later that night, she called me and told me what had happened.
Emilia: The file that Kuek brought in, it was some handwritten scribbles on a note which my dad and Kuek had agreed many years back during one of their drinking sessions….
me: har?? scribbles??….
Emilia: yes…. He promised Kuek that when he was 65, he would give Kuek a chance to proof his worth… if Kuek manages it, he would handover the company to Kuek….
me: but your dad can deny all those right? I won’t like to work under Kuek…. I’m sure you know the reason….
Kuek wasn’t a bad person but it’s just that he didn’t have a good reputation as he was a very stingy boss. He didn’t give his staff a lot of benefits and we’ve heard some of the staff from the printing company complaining before.
Emilia: my dad’s signature is on that note….. he spoke to a lawyer and Kuek has a case there….. that’s why he has to keep to his promise…. fortunately, the bit where Kuek needed to proof himself was also in the note…..
me: is there no other way?
Emilia: this morning, my dad offered a 6 figure sum to Kuek to buy back his shares but Kuek didn’t take it… he wanted both the companies and that’s why there is such an issue now….
me: can’t your dad do anything to spoil Kuek chances?
Emilia: no he can’t…. hais…. I can’t lose the company to Kuek…. it’s my dad’s lifelong work…..
me: I know…. I’ll do what I can to help you….
Emilia: thanks…. I just hope that we can stop Kuek…..
later then update again.
now gota go help do housework and put kids to bed first. if not CO kan me 9696
A few things happened in the next few days.
Firstly, there was a major upheaval in the printing company. Kuek sacked both his sales staff with immediate effect. One was a young local guy who had been with the company for 2 months whom I didn’t know much of. The other was a more experienced salesperson, Ashley, whom I’ve spoke to her a few times before as she was taking care of the projects which I passed to the printing company for printing. She had been with the company for about 2 years.
Ashley was about 1.68m, had nice long legs and a pretty face, but from what I had seen and heard, she was a butch. She had very short hair, like a guy, wore guy-style shirts, and no one had seen her in skirts before. She spoke in a masculine way; direct, confident and with a tone that wasn’t delicate or soft. She also carried herself in a way like she was always in control with a no-nonsense attitude. I’ve heard that she almost came to blows with one of the operators before. On top of that, she rode a sports bike, something most women were not interested in doing.
Anyway, despite her gender preferences, she was a good salesperson and I was surprised that Kuek had also sacked her.
The next day after they were sacked, 2 new staff joined the company. When I heard them speak, I knew that both of these new girls were foreigners. I couldn’t understand why Kuek would sack both locals and replaced them with these foreigners at that moment but a few days after, the reasons became apparent.
Mark managed the SMEs clients and basically had longstanding relationship with them. Some of these SMEs had signed long termed contracts and others go to him recursively for projects. For these recursive projects, each of them were by project basis and they were not really worth a lot of money since he had to give deep discounts. The long term contracts were the ones that were precious to the company.
Mark came back to the office one day and shared with Emilia that a few of these long-termed customers called him with the intention of cancelling their contracts with us. He met them and found out that these customers had been approached by the new salespeoples that Kuek had hired. They had promised that they could deliver the marketing designs in half the time we could and at a lower price. Mark tried to convince them but these customers were still intending to cancel our contracts and move to Kuek’s company.
It was obvious what Kuek was trying to do. If these long-termed customers move to the printing company, our profit margin will drop and go to his side of the company. This would be the easiest way of meeting the goals that Mr Sim had set for him.
Upon hearing what Mark reported, Emilia wasn’t happy and immediately led him down to the printing house to confront Kuek.
When they came back, Emilia asked Mark into her office. Through the glass panel, Benson and I could see what was happening inside. The 2 of them were standing in the room and gesturing angrily at each other. They were shouting so loudly that from our cubicles outside, we could slightly hear their voices even though we could not hear the words.
5 minutes later, Mark opened the door and stormed out of the room. He was obviously fuming. Without speaking to us, he just headed straight for the exit and left the office.
Still in her office, Emilia was sitting by her desk and I could see that she was also furious.
I was currently working with the corporate customers. Corporations would come to me on an Ah Hoc basis whenever they have certain requirements. However, they would also need 3 quotes for these requests and award the project to the best suited vendor. So even if Kuek’s team approached my set of customers, I would not have too much of an issue since 3 quotes were needed. During that process, I just need to make sure that my proposal would be better than theirs.
As for Benson, he had 2 sets of customers, one were government projects, which he had to bid for the projects through a government portal. There was no issues that Kuek’s team could steal this set of customers.
On the other hand, the other set of customers that Benson managed also had a potential risk of them moving away from us. These were partners that were large marketing firms. They would get a huge project and outsource the smaller parts to us. As such, these projects were solely dependent on the large marketing firms. If Kuek’s people approached them and build a good rapport, these partners could go to Kuek.
As such, Benson quickly told me that he was leaving the office to meet a partner of his.
I gave it 30 minutes before going into Emilia’s room and closed the door. She was still sitting at her desk and looked up.
me: you ok?
She nodded and seemed to have calmed down.
Emilia: Kuek hired the foreigners because they have contacts to many designers back home….. these designers are cheaper than our staff and he can hire a big team to do the projects…. that’s why they can complete the job in half the time we could….. we can’t compete with them….
I took a few seconds to reply her as I was thinking about what she said.
me: I think I’ve a way to counter the shorter time that they are offering….
Her eyes which were dejected earlier, suddenly brightened up.
Emilia: tell me….
me: They might have more headcounts to do the work but advertising laws in Singapore is rather strict…. Kuek was not involved in the advertising side of business all these years, he wouldn’t know what is not allowed….. so there will be potential pitfalls…. we’ll ask Mark to share this with the customers…..
Upon hearing his name, the earlier hope in her eyes disappeared and she shook her head.
Emilia: no… he had tendered his resignation and even if he retract it, I’ll not be hiring him back….
me: har?? why??? we need him to talk to those customers and….
Emilia: he insulted me and called me a fucking fucking bitch…..
I didn’t know what happened in the room but he must have really lost his cool to scold his boss these words. I knew there was no way back for Mark now.
me: then what about his customers?
She looked at me.
Emilia: you’re the only one whom I can trust…. can you take over them and speak to them? and if you need my help, just pull me into the discussions….. ok?
I was not sure if I could convince the customer but I wanted to help her and nodded.
She gave me the list of the customers that were affected and I found out one of them had the largest long termed contract with us. This customer was a picky customer. As such, it was solely managed by Mark and all liasion with the customer was through him. Uncle Loh knew them but he had retired and was still travelling with his wife. Emilia’s dad knew the customer as well but he was not supposed to be involved in the currently situation. So no one else in our company currently knew this customer.
As such, over the next few days, I tried to reach out to Mark to get more information from him but was unable to reach him. Finally, Benson volunteered to go down to Mark’s place and they managed to speak. Mark told him he had resigned and because he felt that Emilia had treated him unfairly, he wasn’t prepare to give any additional information about the customers.
I had no choice but to head down to the customer’s place to introduce myself.
From the outside, the customer office looked rather dated and if I didn’t do any read up on them, I would not have known that they were very profitable.
I was shown to the boss office. He looked to be around 70 years old but didn’t look frail at all. He told me to call him Mr Yeo. He couldn’t speak English and our entire discussion was conversed in a mixture of Mandarin and Hokkien.
Yeo: so, you’re the one taking over Mark….
me: yes sir…. I’m here to….
He out a hand up to stop me
Yeo: You want to talk about what Mark wanted to…. to ask me to continue to use your company services, right?
me: yes sir….. we’ve been working for a long time together…. so….
Yeo: ….. your boss is ridiculous….
me: Mr Sim?
Yeo: tsk…. not Sim… his daughter….. anyway, Sim is foolish to think of handing his businesses to her….. simi email…. knn…. I don’t even know simi whatsapp…. just pick up the phone or meet for drinks to talk is the easiest to do business….
He suddenly turned and stared straight into my eyes. He eyes were unwavering and it was as if he was staring straight into my soul.
Yeo: It’s not about the price or the service you offer…. it’s about human relationship….. your boss doesn’t seem to know any of these….
me: sir…. I assure you that she does…..
He just continued staring at me without talking for about a minute, studying me. Eventually, he shook his head.
Yeo: I know Mark for some time and how he works but your boss makes him do stupid things…. If your company wants my business, tell your boss to come and see me on her own…. we’ll discuss then….
I wanted to defend my company but he pressed a button and a staff came in. The staff knew what he wanted and showed me out of the office.
When I went back to report to Emilia, she wasn’t pleased. However, she agreed to meet up with Mr Yeo and I went to make the arrangements. He agreed to meet 2 weeks later.
In the meantime, over the week, I contacted the rest of Mark’s customers whom Emilia told me that Kuek’s team had already spoken to. When I met these customers, I was no longer surprised that many of them were in their 60s and 70s. They were obviously in a generation where everything was done through verbal trust and were not used to emails. Most of them don’t even have Telegram or Whatsapp.
Unlike Mr Yeo, these other customers didn’t blame Emilia and listened to me calmly. They told me that they were looking to switch vendor because profit margins were everything to them. So when I explained to them the pitfalls that Kuek was offering them, they were surprised as they had not look into those aspects. I told them that it might take even longer for Kuek to complete the work and also cost them more than what we were charging them currently.
It wasn’t easy but by the end of the week, I managed to convince them to continue with us.
While I was working with these high touch customers, I didn’t have time to work with the corporate customers anymore. Moreover, under Mark’s account, there were still other customers that I have not met yet. As such, after a quick discussion with Emilia, she agreed to replace Mark’s headcount and Suzy, our HR posted a recruitment advertisement.
The following week, we were shocked when Ashley turned up in the office in response to the recruitment advertisement. We were suspicious of her initially but she told Emilia that she was not happy that Kuek had fired her. She wanted to help Emilia to get more sales so that Kuek would not be able to take over the company. Since Kuek would not predict that Mark would resign before firing Ashley, Emilia and I were pretty sure that she was no longer working for him to spy on us.
Emilia employed her and moving forward, Ashley would take over my previous corporate accounts.
When I arranged the meeting with Mr Yeo’s secretary, she told me that her boss didn’t want to meet in his office. She said that normally when he wanted to discuss some serious business, he would do it at the private club as it had a more relaxing atmosphere. She said that her boss had also met Mark there many times previously. As Emilia wanted to win back the business, she agreed.
As per usual, Emilia passed me the keys and I drove her car to the location along Beach Road. The operation manager, a guy called James, whom I met previously in his office, was waiting for us and led us up to the private club.
It looked like a high class KTV with multiple rooms in the premise. We were led to one of the rooms. James opened the door and Yeo was already inside. The elderly man didn’t even stand up to shake hands our hands. Just like previously, I had to speak in Mandarin.
Me: Mr Yeo, this is my manager, Ms Emilia….
He nodded and without smiling, waved us to the seats next to him. The sofa were in a “L” position and he was seated on his own while we were seated on the other side of the L, with Emilia closer to him.
James automatically proceeded to pour us some whiskey and after he offered us the drinks, he sat on a stool next to the older man.
Emilia: Mr Yeo, thanks for meeting us…. Sam told me that you wanted to meet me to discuss about our cooperation….
He nodded without speaking.
Emilia: that’s great…. I heard that Sam didn’t have any chance to explain why your company should continue to work with us instead of other company….
She took the file that I was carrying and held it towards the elderly man.
Emilia: Mr Yeo, this is the file that we have prepared and I’ll share what our company can offer and why you should continue with us…. is that fine?
He took the file from her. Without looking at it, he put it on the table in front of him and picked up her glass, holding it out towards her.
Yeo: drink…..
She looked at him for a second before taking it from him. He pointed at the glass in front of me. I picked up my glass and he did the same with his before emptying the contents down his throat.
Emilia and I finished our whiskey as well and once she put her glass on the table, she turned to him again.
Emilia: Mr Yeo the other company….
He turned to James and interrupted her
Yeo: James….
James: yes boss….
He didn’t need to tell his staff what to do. The younger man got up and went to pour another pack of whiskey into each of our glasses. James didn’t go back to his seat and just knelt on 1 knee next to the table.
Mr Yeo turned back to us.
Yeo: drink…..
Emilia frowned but once again, she emptied the whiskey down her throat.
When she put her glass back on the table, James automatically wanted to pour her another glass but she stopped him.
Emilia: thanks but I’ve enough….. I’m here to talk business with your boss….
Upon hearing that, Mr Yeo put his empty glass on the table loudly and shook his head.
Yeo: you really don’t know how to do business, do you???
She looked stunned for a second at his sudden outburst before taking a deep breath to compose herself.
Emilia: what do you mean?
Yeo: You told Mark to liaise through email with me….. what kind of rubbish is that?
She frowned
Emilia: excuse me?? please be civil….
Yeo: Civil??…. we are not the big MNCs…. we are just a local company and local companies have our way of doing business the traditional way…. to me, you are a nonsensical new Gen Z who doesn’t know anything and think that you know everything…..
Emilia: you’re too much!….
Yeo: I’m too much?…. why? you can’t take it?…. let’s not waste each other’s time…..
Emilia: you’re damn rude!
Yeo: you can leave…. go…. leave…..
Emilia stood up and stormed out of the room.
me: sorry sir….. let me speak to her…
I got up and hurried after her.
She was storming down the corridor when I caught up with.
Me: Emilia….. wait…. calm down….
She didn’t stop and continued walking
Emilia: calm down??!! he’s fucking rude!….
I knew she was raging but I still needed to remind her the consequence of leaving.
Me: yes…. but if we leave now, Mr Yeo will not meet us again and his contract will go to Kuek….. it will have vast implications on your dad’s companies…..
Emilia: you want me to continue to listen to that barbarian???!!….
Me: we can walk off but you said that you cannot let your dad’s company fall into Kuek’s hand….. I’m just reminding you…. of course, you’ll make the final decision….
She took another 5 steps before she stopped walking along the lush carpeted floor. She turned to look at me with a frown on her beautiful face.
Emilia: He is really rude
me: I know….
Emilia: he is the worst old man I’ve encountered….
me: I agree….
We looked into each other eyes for a second before she sighed loudly.
Emilia: my dad only has me as her daughter and loves me deeply…. I need to protect his company…..
I didn’t speak and reached out to give her hand a squeeze. She inhaled deeply.
Emilia: ok… let’s go….
We went back into the room with her leading the way. Yeo was still sitting at where he was when we left a few minutes ago. As expected, he was sarcastic immediately.
Yeo: I thought you said that I’m an uncivilized and rude old man?…. so why bother to come back?
me: sir…
She took a glance at me and shook her head, indicating that she would take the discussion forward.
Emilia: sorry sir…. I needed to use the ladies urgently and that’s why needed to leave so suddenly….. my apologies…..
We were not seated and were standing in front of him across the table. He stared at her for a minute before gesturing us back to the sofa again. James was sitting on his stool but instantly got up and poured some drinks into our empty glasses again.
Once the glasses were filled, Emilia picked up Mr Yeo’s glass and offered it to him before picking up her own.
Emilia: sir…. I apologize…..
She emptied her glass and he finished his drink before nodding.
Yeo: You’re just like your dad…. so haughty…. that’s why I prefer to liaise with loh or Mark but now Loh had retired and you’ve sacked Mark….
Emilia: Sir, I assure you that Sam will do an even better job than Mark to service your company….
He didn’t even take a glance at me.
Yeo: we’ll see…..
James was about to pour another pack of whiskey for them when she stopped him.
Emilia: I’ll do it….
She poured the whiskey into the glass that Mr Yeo was still holding.
Emilia: sir…. shall we discuss business now?
u all so supportive, I update 2 more parts for u tonight
tomorrow update again.
can’t keep awake liao