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Gunner2000
Bro Chen Zong knows what it is like to be in China.
I once had designated “wives” by the 人大代表 of a certain province who was my client. Every time I go up to his place, he will ask these wives to serve me day in and out.
Some Chinese esp those from the rural area believe that our 种 is of higher quality and they want our 种 for their local girls. It was a really weird culture back then.
Used to love it but have grown tired of it. Now seeking companions who can talk heart with me.
唉, it is also a sign of how ridiculous the concentration of power can be (and its abuse), as well as how different the value system is when it comes to sex.
Those “wives” are actually “supported” by that 人大代表 you were referring to. But you will be surprised how many of them do not mind living such lives. Once they outlive their youth, they will be married off to a far-off village so that they need not face the “shame” of having been supported by a man. And with strong recommendations from a 人大代表 (“她就如我的妹妹。” yeah, as if), it is considered a gain of face for the family who married her.
Thank you Ronaldo, wiz69, warbird and one unknown brother, for supporting me. I noticed I have 53/1 now. That 1 is for add points to others, yes?
The rest of the day passed by without any incident. Let me rephrase that - without any further interesting incidents. PA Shen is very meticulous, and very good at her job. The furniture for her new help was quickly arranged, and I understood that the QA supervisor was very happy that she had palmed off the problem to someone else (namely PA Shen).
The factory promptly stopped at 7pm, for everybody to go for dinner. It was very noisy, almost like a school canteen, as workers let loose and chat while they eat. I had to insist on eating together with the workers - PA Shen wanted to arrange for food to be delivered to my office, as befitting the status of the General Manager. Sorry, but this Singaporean, educated in California, was not like any Chinese or Taiwanese.
I suspect those around me ate very, very uncomfortably that evening. PA Shen had arranged for all the supervisors to accompany me. Somehow, I instinctively understood that dismissing them to eat elsewhere would have made them lose face in front of their workers.
I could only sigh. It sure looked like Manager Chen eating at the dinning hall would be something not very frequent, much as he preferred to do so.
I went back to my office to finish off some work. I found quite a lot of difficulty in doing so. My Chinese was pretty good, having come from a Chinese high school, but I was faced with a lot of technical Chinese plus jargon and local usage of words that I found familiar. I gave up after a while - it sure looked like I might need PA Shen to help me out a bit tomorrow.
The lights were already off in most of the apartments, at about 8.30pm, as I walked back to mine. The Chinese sure slept early. And then it began to rain, and I ran to my apartment.
It was my first encounter with the coldness of Shanghai buildings. For some reason, the materials the walls are made up of was not particularly good at insulation, and I did not have my winter gear with me (it was autumn only, come on!). It was cold! I quickly changed (I decided not to make the mad rush to the bathroom a distance away) and tried to hide underneath the sheets. I made a mental note to get better and thicker blankets, and tried to get to sleep.
And then came the knocking on the door. I groaned as I realized I would have to get out of whatever little protection my blanket was giving me, to answer the door.
It was PA Shen. She was dressed in pajamas, and holding on to a blanket wrapped about her like a huge cloak.
“Manager Chen, it is going to be cold, would you like another blanket?”
I grabbed her into the apartment, so that I could close the door - the blasts of wind were freezing both of us.
“Thank you, PA Shen! Where did you get the blanket? Do we have any more for the other workers? It is going to be cold!”
She paused, trying to think of an answer. It did not take a genius to guess why she was stumped for an answer.
“PA Shen…this is your blanket, yes?”
She nodded, and I could only shake my head. What kind of a factory treated their worker like this! The blanket was thin, the walls were thin, and…there were no extra blankets? I made it a point to address this issue when I meet Mr Li. Coming to think of it, when would I meet him?
I would have to answer that question later. PA Shen was shivering in the cold room.
“Look PA Shen. It is better for both of us to sleep together with the 2 blankets. It would be warmer for us. I would have to speak to Li zong (that would be how they address Mr Li) about this tomorrow.”
PA Shen did not even blush as she followed me under the blankets. Now that I thought of it, I felt that even then I was too brazen. I did not feel any bit of shame at all as I held her closer to me, and I knew then that it was “action stations, this is not a drill” when she actually snuggled closer.
I am not a very good sex story writer, and I will not pretend I am one like Virginia Andrews or Sydney Sheldon. Even the writers of Mills and Boons will probably lecture me for the lack of explicit writing.
I like the rush, the feeling of having a woman yield to me. There was no resistance as I took off the buttons of the pajamas top one by one and finally relieved her of the item. There was no resistance as I released the drawstrings and took off the pants. Her mouth came to me, and melted in mine as I unclipped the bra and took off the panties.
There was no pretense at love. I just wanted to release. I positioned her on top of me, and guided my cock in. PA Shen was no virgin, and definitely very experienced at what she did - she helped guide the cock in. She must have pleased whoever manager she used to serve in the past the same way too.
The feeling was just top of the world, as I pumped together with her. It was all over quickly, as cum after cum shot into her. It was unprotected sex, but I really could not care much. With the wisdom that many years had given me, I would have done things differently now, but which lad of 24 years really think when a willing woman was there for one’s taking?
It was a very nice and comfortably warm night, underneath the blankets, a woman to hug to sleep, with the rain outside.
I decided then, that perhaps the contract, the salary and the benefits were not so important after all…
Sigh. Youth and stupidity.
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BT8888
I’ll will up you when I come back. I hope you don’t mind it is only one humble point.
Thank you so much for supporting me!
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In Singapore, Chinese is ‘华文 or ’中文’. In USA or European countries, I thought usually they call it ’汉语.’
The Chinese themselves will use 中文. But they understand when you say 华文 or 汉语.
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An average Singaporean will spend 4 years in USA to obtain a master degree. 2 years and 8 months for an undergraduate degree and 1 year and 4 months for a master degree.
Won’t say much more lest you guess my age. I’m the super slow learner then. And heck, this is fictional, and I happen to be writing from a first person perspective!
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The event should take place about
10 years ago
as Pudong was developed 15 years ago. It was a swampy area 15 years ago.
Very observant, and you know Shanghai well too! There was no Pudong Airport before 1998.
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In Singapore, UK and commonwealth countries, Bachelor of Science is BSc. In USA, it’s
BS.
Hahaha. Observant indeed! Yes, you are right.
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Bro, it’s just for discussion. I hope you don’t mind. Anyway, it’s a nice story. Keep it up!
Hahaha, nah, always good to have someone point out some things that are wrong with the story.
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Originally Posted by
Faidenk
I can see this thread turning into a classic. Very insightful into the psyche of the Chinese women then. Great read.
Thank you for supporting me!
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Originally Posted by
lglg666
Yes….I love this, may have to go to China on assignment soon!
Yikes, I hope you are not silly enough to think everything happening here is real! It would be terrible for me to read on the headlines “Singaporean Stabbed to Death”. Hey, wait a minute, such a headline really appeared recently.
Remember that, beneath the vernier of law and order and respectability, there still exists hordes of people who simply do not think of legal accountability and consequences when they act. Sure, the law will catch up to them, but it is quite useless when you are dead.
PA Shen slipped out from my bed while it was still dark. She dressed quickly, her figure making a nice silhouette against the tiny bit of light streaming in. I had had both angmo and Chinese girls back in college, but Chinese girls were the best. I liked how they really treat you like a man, with breasts that were just right, and really tight pussies.
I grabbed her and gave her a deep kiss, before letting go of her. For once, I saw her blush, as she quickly slipped out of my apartment. She did not want people to see her in my apartment I guess. Chinese culture is a very “ignore” culture. Everybody knows what is going on, but will choose to ignore it and not make any fuss, sweeping everything under the carpet and treating things as if nothing has happened.
Sure enough, there was no indication at work that she had slept with me the last night. I was respectfully addressed as “Manager Chen”, as she passed me the various documents and screened the visitors. If this was in the States, she would have made seductive glances at me, or given other indication that she had been sleeping with me. Instead, she kept her distance, at her table just outside my office.
The large amount of Chinese I was getting in touch with was giving me headaches. I gave up and called her into my office. I wanted to explain to me some of the stuff inside. I could read the Chinese, sure, but some of the technical vocabulary was really tough for me.
She came over to my end of the table, and it was such a total difference from how Xiao Wang came over. She was not aggressive, but walked nicely and stood next to me, as she explained some of the stuff. I like the perfume she wore. She was probably the only woman at the factory who wore perfume.
There was one question I really must ask. She was wearing the same white blouse and navy skirt again!
“PA Shen, I noticed you wearing this same ensemble everyday. Is this a company uniform?”
She blushed and hesitated, and I realized immediately that I had committed yet another Chinese faux pas. When asking potentially embarrassing questions, one should ask in a roundabout way, not directly.
“Sorry, I mean, am I supposed to wear a uniform too, like the rest of you?”
I could almost hear a sigh of relief from her.
“No, you do not have to, Manager Chen. Nobody in administration has to wear a uniform. If not for the fact that she does not have anything proper to wear, Xiao Wang would not be wearing her uniform in the office too.”
I decided not to satisfy my curiosity, lest I drive her into the grave through embarrassment. I nodded and put my arm at her waist, to pull her closer to me, as I asked more questions about the documents in front of me. Her perfume was really heavenly.
And what man worth his salt would just let his hand stay at the waist when a yielding woman was next to you? I explore everywhere as she read out. The breasts (after relieving a button or so, since she was standing and I sitting), the thighs (she had very smooth and lovely thighs) and she only gave out some giggles when my hand went to the love-spot in between her legs.
“It’s ticklish.”
I laughed, took my hand out of her skirt and patted her bum.
“Thank you, PA Shen. You were really a great help to me.”
She giggled. She looked so cute when she giggled, but that giggle was quickly suppressed, and she returned to the serious PA Shen, Personal Assistant to the General Manager.
“No need to thank me, Manager Chen. It is part of my job to assist you in any way possible. If there is nothing else, I shall carry on with my work?”
It would take me a while to understand that the Chinese are very uncomfortable when someone of a higher station (like a parent, a teacher or a manager) praises them. They would either squirm, or giggle, or laugh to break the embarrassment of the situation.
She walked out and was at the door when she stopped and turned.
“It was difficult to find proper office clothes that are cheap. This place was closing down and had 4 sets to sell cheaply. I bought all of them.”
She giggled again and quickly closed the door. I realized that she must have felt comfortable enough with me to blurt that out. I found myself drawn to her, and I realized what kind of magic Mrs Li must have weaved on Mr Li to snag such a man.
I decided to take her shopping the coming weekend. And then I remembered.
The only money I had were US dollars (and not many of them!). I had no contract, no visa, no nothing! Maybe I should give Mr Li a call. And then I realized something else.
I do not have Mr Li’s number.
Images of the headline of forced labor returned to my mind again.
Thank you, AAconnection (and a whole lot who did not leave your names), for your support. I do not log in often, mostly due to work pressures, but also due to the fact that my wife and 2 young kids are with me!
I believe you guys are enjoying the story, but please do understand that I write to express myself. I think the quality of the stories would suffer if I have to force myself to write when I cannot be ready.
Back in my college days, if a woman chose to sleep with me, she would move into my apartment. Hence it was quite surprising to me that the next few nights would go by without PA Shen coming over to my apartment to share blankets. I almost began to wish it would rain again at night, just to have her over. I was not really hard-up for it, though, due to other arrangements.
PA Shen was still as accommodating to me whenever I want to roam her body, whenever I could get the excuse to get her to explain the documents on my table. It was amazing how a Singaporean who thought he was bilingual, and who was the “bilingual star” in college could be stumped by some much new Chinese stuff. It was not difficult for me to get a grasp of things though. The days of getting to grope PA Shen was likely to become less and less as they go by.
Xiao Wang, on the other hand, proved to be very good at making sure her boss got his “stress relief”. She knew what it meant when I asked PA Shen to get her to my office. Every day would find her coming into my office, where she would take off her T-shirt and skirt, and I would unclasp her bra and remove her panties. My “throne” was a useful place, and it was amazing how flexible her body was, that she would simply sit on my throbbing rod, without my having to move much from my executive chair. I like the feeling of cumming into her pussy, and in my youthful ignorance, I did not think much of issues like STDs and pregnancy. Stupid young fellow.
I finally received a call from Mr Li on Thursday. We exchanged a lot of pleasantries, and found out that his son was studying at a local university. I was still new to how things are done in China then, but I would later find out that he pulled quite a few strings to get him into the university.
I reported to him some of the matters I had handled and told him of some changes I had made (streamlining the QA Dept), as well as my proposals for increased welfare for the workers (thicker blankets!). Mr Li laughed and told me to do what I wanted to do, but it would be good to check out if the workers want the thicker blankets in the first place!
I would find out later that I should have done my homework. The blankets were summer blankets, and the workers did not want the thicker winter blankets until the late autumn. And yes, the company warehouse did store the winter blankets. I sure was glad Mr Li did not think I was some useless person over this, and learnt from there to check and ask, and find out, rather than assume. It was a lesson I would bring with me throughout my career in China.
Mr Li also spoke to me of my salary, which made me go “huh?” within my heart. It was about three-quarters of what I would expect to get were I to work in the States! And I was supposed to be the General Manager? There was no talk of benefits, and from the way he spoke, it was not negotiable, neither was there going to be a contract!
Again, it would take me many years before I would understand that
everything
is negotiable in China, but as no boss will present that fact - the employee is expected to speak to the boss, present his point with some thanksgiving over how well the boss has treated him and so on, before asking for anything beyond what was “negotiated”. And before the advent of the Law of Labor Contracts (which was around a few years ago, but only seriously enforced a year back, in 2008), it was true that nobody signed contracts!
Mr Li ended the conversation by telling me that the Finance guys would be here on Saturday to give out the salary for the week. Apparently, Mr Li’s factory gives out salaries by the week. The workers would grumble in future over my policy to give out salaries by the month. Too bad.
With a salary of 3/4 of starting salaries my peers who stayed behind in the States had, and with no contract and no benefits spelled out, visions of forced labor again flooded my mind.