Although I no longer held any executive position in the office, I still help the company to maintain relationship with its customers and supplier. Michelle was well aware of this and hence did not suspect anything.
The following few days and weeks passed without much event. I brought Cheryl to Taiwan for a golf game with some of the directors. No exchanges though. It was when I came back to Singapore when I got a call from an unfamiliar voice.
Unknown: Hi Pete. It’s me Dave.
Me: Hi Dave, what’s up.
David: You free later in the afternoon? What about coffee?
Me: I should be ok. Nothing much to do today.
David: Ok. See you later, 3pm, Raffles Place coffee club.
Me: Ok.
David was already there when I showed up. He was in his suit, and I could clearly see his successes through his outfit. David did not beat around the bush. He had asked me out to see if I was interested in joining him in a business. I was curious. Here it is, a successful middle age man, VP of a business unit of a major oil company, earning big bucks. Why would he want to leave the company?
David went on to explain that ever since he left his position as a trader, he has lost his fighting spirit. He loved the days when things were moving quickly and time is equivalent to money. Although he earns more than when he was a trader, the spirit in him seemed to have diminished. He later went on to explain that he wants to set up and oil and chemicals trading company. He explained how he expected oil and other commodity prices to rise. Two things he pointed out very accurately was the increase in price of crude oil, and property prices. The big earners from these two trends would be the oil companies, and the property developer. However, there is always an avenue that people forgot, and that is the trader.
I was very interested in David’s words. Since I went into semi-retirement, I too have felt that I have lost the fighting spirit. Gone were the days when I was hard working, and had to make important decisions. I told David to continue, and he explained how the structure of his new business would work.
Over the next few weeks, David and I spent lots of time discussing how to set up the new business. He would take care of the transactions, while I would take care of the sales, and purchases. All other operations would be equally split between us. The only challenge was capital. It was estimated that we needed around $150m of capital. David had about $30m, and I estimated that I have around $100m of net worth, but the amount of cash I have is far less. An initial understanding was struck between ourselves that David would contribute $25m in cash, while I contribute $75m. Profits would be split according to our shareholding. As it was a big decision, we both agreed to take a couple of months to think about it and to raise the money.
Back home, I had a talk with Michelle. Michelle has always been supportive of what I do, and this was no exception.
Michelle: Dear, if you think there is a huge chance of success, then go ahead.
Me: But this is a very big investment, and I may end up loosing everything. I may even have to mortgage our house to come up with the money.
Michelle: Don’t worry. I still love you even if you loose everything, and if we don’t stay here, I still have a HDB flat remember? You can move it with me.
We both laughed. It is always at such times that I can count on Michelle for the support. The following morning, I called my personal accountant, and my banker to my house for a meeting. I told them of my plans, and very quickly, with their laptops, they did some calculations. If I liquidate my investments in shares, and other trust funds, I have about $65m in shares. Although I had another $40m worth of shares in my company, I did not want to touch those shares, as it would bring about a negative repercussion for the company. I can make up the $5m shortfall by mortgaging our house. This would fetch around $10m.
I called David.
Me: I’m in.
David: Me too.
Hi,
Back with the story. Had not been able to connect to SBF and some other websites for the longest time. Changed service provider and am now fine. Apologies for taking so long to complete.
Setting up a new business is no easy thing even for old timers like David and I. We found a decent office at Raffles Place. It was a small unit, at about 2,000 square feet. After some minor renovation, David and I moved into the office a month later. However, we were not ready for business yet.
David and I had a common understanding of how we were going to structure our business. One of the ground rules we set for ourselves was we were not to employ family members or close friends (David and I are not that close as friends), and hence, we needed people. David and I figured we needed 9 people. 5 traders, namely three for oil trading and the other two for chemicals trading, a finance controller, an accountant, and a personal assistant (PA) for David and I.
David needed a PA as a secretary. I, on the other hand, had further vision. I wanted a disciple, someone whom I can impart my knowledge and skills towards, and someone to rise up to an executive position in the company one day. I shared my idea with David, and he agreed. He also suggested creating some competition as well as contingency by having employing having one or two of the traders to have similar profile to my disciple. Also, to avoid low morale among employees, all administrative duties would be undertaken by his PA, while my PA would also be arranging my calendar for administrative duties. Oil traders would report to David, while chemicals traders and the finance team report to me. With the structure set out, we went on our recruitment spree.
As we were a new company, it was not easy attracting good people. David and I spent 2 weeks interviewing candidates after candidates. Soon we found the 3 of the oil traders, 1 chemical trader and the finance staffs. David hired a PA called Julie. Julie is in her early 30s, but look only in her 20s. She is around 1.65m, and had an hour glass figure. She is married, but had been unable to conceive. I later found out, she left her previous job because her boss was sexually harassing her. The only people we couldn’t make up our mind were the traders with more potential and my PA. To make the position more attractive, we decided to give my PA the title Management Associate.
After several rounds of interview, David and I hired all our employees, except the Management Associate.
Admin Assistant
Julie - David’s PA. 1.65m. 33 years old. Pretty. Looked Eurasian. Married, no kids.
Oil Trading Dept
Tony – Oil Trader. Previously working for David. Left to join his previous boss. Hard working lad. Specialized in commodity trading.
Jessica – Senior Oil Trader. A middle aged lady. 41 years old. Made tons of money for her previous company, but did not get her promotion. Matured, experienced, well-dressed, and sexy for her age. Specialized in specialties trading.
Nicholas – Trading Associate (Oil). 30 years old. Previously a business analyst. One of the talents David and I identified.
Chemicals Trading Dept
George – Chemical s Trader. An ex-trader with one of the petrochemicals majors. Specialized in chemical commodity trading.
Nancy – Trading Associate (Chemicals) – Another talent David and I identified. Previously a trade analyst in a bank. 1.62m. 29 years old. Solid figure. Slutty and outspoken.
Finance Dept
Siew Hoon – Finance controller. Hard working woman in her late 40s. Couldn’t make partner in her previous audit firm. Married with 3 kids.
Melanie – Accountant. 28 years old. Left audit firm as she cannot take the working hours. 1.62m. Cute face. Single, but attached to a SAF scholar. Looking to get married.
With our new army ready, we were soon up and running. We borrowed an additional $50m from the bank, for a wider scope of businesses. Things progressed slowly at first, but soon got faster. We bought a huge inventory of crude, lubricants, bitumen, and some specialty chemicals products.
As things began to settle down, I had more time to pay attention to Michelle and Cheryl. It was one day when I got a call from Vivian – the rising young star. Ever since Michelle and I made a public appearance to support Vivian in her show, we have been maintaining close contact. While we often dine out together, there was no sex involved.
Vivian was half sobbing when she called me. Apparently she had just resigned from the TV station. One of the producers had taken a liking to Vivian and had asked her to sleep with him. When she refused, he started to make things difficult for her, including involving her in real slap scenes. There was once when she was slapped unconscious and had to be admitted to the hospital. Unable to take the stress any further, she resigned. Vivian called me to thank me for all the support I have given her, and hope to keep in touch in the future.
I calmed her down, asked her where she was and went to find her. We met in a cafe near Bishan. I asked her about her plans for the future, and she didn’t know what to do next. Her hope of becoming a reporter has now been dashed as she resigned from the TV station. She is now hoping to find a job perhaps in the area of publicity and communications.
Contrary to popular beliefs, local media artistes do not earn a lot. A young artiste like Vivian earns about $5k. Sometimes, there is income from endorsement or from other events like hosting functions etc. Majority of this income, however, go to the TV stations, and the agents.
My search for a Management Associate has come to an end. I offered Vivian the position after I explained to her what I was looking for.
Vivian started work the following week. When George, Tony and Nicholas (the male traders) saw her, they almost fell off their chairs. Our company is now complete. As we are a company with few staffs, we got along very well. We worked hard, and we played hard. After a hard day of work, David and I would always take turns to bring the staffs out for a good meal. Sometimes we would go karaoke together where Michelle would sometimes join us.
As a trading company, we tend to negotiate a lot of deals. Although most of the deals were negotiated over the phone, there were times we had to travel overseas to conclude large volumes deals, and it was on one of those trips that things happened between me and Nancy.
In the looks department, Nancy cannot hold a candle to Michelle, Cheryl and Vivian. However, Nancy has a slutty look, especially with a mole at the side of her lips. Coupled with a killer devilish body, I wonder how many men have fell prey to this woman.
Nancy was rather nervous, as it was her first business trip. As it was also her first time taking a business class flight, she didn’t know what to expect as well. It is always hilarious to see girls in a blur look. I showed her how to locate her tray table, and her screen for the inflight entertainment.
When we reached Shanghai, we wasted no time and sprang into action. We met the buyer, and his team for lunch, which lasted for more than 2 hours. To my surprise, Nancy holds her liquor very well, actually much better than me. Shot and shots of gao liang went into her stomach and her face was unchanged. She was also able to carry out perfect conversation in business mandarin with the buyer.
After lunch, we proceeded to work out on the fine details. It came without a surprise that the buyer asked for more discounts. Nancy and I worked through the numbers again and again. It was only after a straight 6 hours of negotiation that the buyer finally gave in, and signed the contract. By then, it was almost 10 pm, and we decided to call it a night. I promised to buy the buyer dinner the following night, and it was understood that further entertainment would follow.
As we walked back to the hotel rooms, Nancy’s face suddenly turned very red, almost like chilli, and she started to walk sideways. Sensing something amiss, I held her back to her room. It was then she told me that her body sensitivity to alcohol is very low. Alcohol would remain in her system for up to 12 hours before her body starts to produce enzymes and break down the alcohol. Hence it’s normal for her to feel that way. Normally she don’t drink, as too much alcohol in her body can damage her liver, and kidney, but she drank that day as she knew that it was a big deal, and the company needed the deal. Not wanting to disappoint the client, she tried her best.
While this may sound disbelieving, Nancy’s body basically works in a way that she only get drunk 8 to 12 hours later. Hence, she was high. She started to talk a lot, before walking towards me and started to kiss me. I was taken aback. I kissed her back, and although I knew that I shouldn’t be taking advantage, my lust got the better of me.
I stripped her down to her panties, revealing her 36D-25-36 figure. We frenched, and she reached for my dick to give me a HJ. I removed her panties, and started to finger her. Soon heavy breathing and moaning began to fill the room. Nancy was very wet, and horny as well.
“Fuck me, Peter”. She moaned. I was horny after a day of hard work, and I couldn’t care less. I plunged my dick into her wet pussy, and started to fuck her missionary. It was pure animal sex as I pumped her again and again. We continued for 10 minutes in missionary, before switch to doggy, and then reverse cowgirl. We were already fucking for over 30 minutes going to 40, and Nancy was still going riding me. Then her moaning got louder and faster. “Oh, I’m cumming, cumming….” I was not able to hold it any further, and I shot my entire load into her, raw.
We both cleaned up, and fell asleep in her room. We woke up at 10am the next day. I apologized to her that the night should not have happened. Nancy laid on my chest, and only whispered, “It’s ok. No need to apologize. It’s a mutual act, and I won’t try to break up your family too”.
Although I was glad on hearing her words, I did not have a very good feeling about that. Somehow, I felt that she was different from Cheryl. I dismissed myself as being oversensitive. We had lunch together before taking her to a doctor for morning after pills. As we had nothing in the afternoon, I took Nancy out for shopping. I bought her a LV handbag, hoping to make up for something.
The evening was usual as we had dinner with the buyer. I didn’t let Nancy drink that evening. After dinner, I gave Nancy my key and told her to wait at the hotel for me, and I proceeded to KTV with the buyer. We finished around 11pm, as each of the Chinese brought back a hostess. I turned down their offer for one for myself, as I signalled to them that I have my own. They understood immediately.
When I went back Nancy, was already asleep in my bed. Naked.
I had a quick shower and climb onto bed. With the blanket covering ourselved, I hugged Nancy from the back. She stirred a little, and I started to caress her breast. I then rubbed my dick against her pussy. Soon she was awake. She turned around and started to kiss me. This time, she was all sober, and so was I.
That night we played with each other’s body until wee hours in the morning. I shot two loads into her, while she came 3 times. We returned to Singapore and pretended nothing has happened. On the plane, I passed her a cheque of $10k, and told her our relationship will stop there. She took it quietly, gave me a kiss, and told me I can have her anytime I want to.
Chapter 4
Things were back to normal when I went back to Singapore. Nancy never felt awkward when talking to me and neither did she initiate any further sexual contact. I guess it wasn’t her first time sleeping with her bosses.
In the oil and chemicals trading business, the environment is anything but boring. We get faced with difficult situations everyday, and no one is always in control. David and I understood this principle and we always kept a good relationship with our customers and suppliers instead of exploiting them. KTVs and nightclubs were a frequent hangout for David and I as we were the ones negotiating the long term deals. We would sometimes bring the male oil traders if each of us could not make it. Many people think that big towkays (male bosses) are the most people to manage because of their appetite for entertainment. However, it were the towkay-neos (female bosses) that David and I found the most difficulty in keeping them happy.
As usual, David and I were hanging out with some ship brokers at one of the KTVs near Havelock Road, when David’s phone rang. It was usual for us to take our calls outside. However, David never came back to the room after taking the call. All I received was an sms “Important client. Tell you tomorrow.”
The next morning, David and I had lunch together and he updated me with the previous night’s event. One of our largest customers is an international airlines company, which buys different grades of jet fuel from us. David spent a great deal of time and effort to conclude the sales with this customer, but because we are a small trading company, they did not want to commit to a long term contract. Hence, it was important that we keep them happy, especially their procurement GM, Mrs Xavier, whom the deal was concluded with.
Mrs Xavier is a Chinese lady in her late 40s. She had married a Eurasian and hence taken on her husband’s surname. An elegant lady, she had maintained her looks well, and was blessed with naturally good skin. Even so, she still look her 40s, albeit early in the decade.
David always found a need to establish a good relationship with his customers, and that is also one of the reasons behind his successes. He would occasional call his clients just to catch up with them. Many of these phone conversations would go beyond work discussion and into personal chats. Sometimes he would meet his clients for dinner, drinks, or KTVs. It was through these calls and dinners that David established a close relationship (non-sexual) with Mrs Xavier. As she had put her focus into her career, Mrs Xavier got married in their late 30s, while her husband was in his 40s. Due to her age, doctors advised her against childbirth. Despite having no children of their own, both husband and wife enjoyed a good relationship. Perhaps it was the ang moh’s (Caucasian’s) blood; Mr Xavier has a large sexual appetite, with a need to have sex at least once a day. It was a gesture that his wife welcomed as she too had great sexual desire. Every night, both husband and wife have terrific sex, sometimes bondage, role-playing, etc. Sex in public, anal sex, they’ve tried it all. One thing that both of them didn’t try was infidelity for they loved each other so much. Threesome was also a strict no-no.
Things began to change2 years ago, when her husband was loosing and subsequently lost his potency. Mr Xavier is a well-established CEO of a listed company, and his pride and ego were too strong for him to seek medical advice. Sex became less frequent for both of them. Initially Mrs Xavier welcomed the lower frequency of sex as she too was becoming tired probably due to her age. From everyday, it went to 3 times a week, then it went to once a week to once a month. For the past 6 months, the couple had not had any sex at all.
Mr Xavier used his work as an excuse, often travelling to avoid his wife, and it was only natural that loneliness soon filled the woman. Loneliness soon turned to desperation, which turned into depression. On the night David left the KTV, Mrs Xavier messaged David that she no longer found meaning in life. Worried she might do stupid things (and of course affecting the business), David rushed to her home.
The whole night, she cried and poured out her heart to David, often citing her lack of friends due to her high position, and how her husband no longer loved her like he did. David, like me, is a typical man, and was quite lost in such situation. All he could do was to hug her and listen to her cries, which went on for a large part of the night. Being a man, David has his urges. He was expecting a fun night after KTV, but was spoilt by Mrs Xavier. Although she was no longer young, Mrs Xavier still exudes a certain elegance, which many men still find attractive. Hence, David began to make his move. While embracing his new prey, David’s rubbed his hands on her back, a slow but advancing move. Sensing no objection, he started to shift downwards, and started to give Mrs Xavier a light kiss. Before he could do any of those things, Mrs Xavier suddenly stood up, wiped her tears dry and looked at David.
“Thank you for coming and listening to me. You can go now. I’ll call you tomorrow to finalize the price for A1 (a grade of jet fuel).”
Flabbergasted, and with an aching groin, David almost wanted to rape the woman, but held back as she wasn’t worth the hundreds of thousand dollars. David stood up, swallowed, and left the house, cursing and swearing with each step he took.