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Originally Posted by
77guy
some ppl spend more than 1/4 of their pay on commercial sex…
Wow, serious? Why spend so much?
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Originally Posted by
warbird
Yo bro chenzong,
You’re a gifted narrator.
I really like the way u did it w/ XW, something I hv not done lately. I call it a modified lotus or cowgirl position. Was she facing u or reversed or both? Before the Aids epidemic, I also used to do raw in that position n I enjoyed seeing a mixture of the gal’s warm love juice n my cum dripping down her thighs n onto the chair n floor, hahaha.
Pls continue ur wonderful story.
Cheers!
In the story, she was supposed to be facing me. The 90s was already after the AIDS epidemic, and people should have been more careful. I think I would be more careful too, it this was real.
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Originally Posted by
Ange|Boy
Bro, the best thing is that most people dun pay tax in China as compare to USA where around 45% goes to the govt if I am not wrong.
No true. The income tax in China for the upper class may hit up to 40%, and there are few actual tax shelters here. Even expatriates need to pay taxes on what we earn here.
It was already the late morning when PA Shen called me to tell me that Mdm Li, the Finance Manager, has arrived. I called for her to take her in, and a nice middle-aged lady stepped in with PA Shen. We chatted a while, talking about the factory and other pleasantries, before asking me to check that the salary has arrived.
I went “huh”? for a while in my mind, as I went out of my office with her, to the administration office outside. It was a sight to remember. Envelopes after envelopes, thick with cash within, removed from several suitcases. Two big guys stood watch while Xiao Wang and another clerk checked against the employee list. They did not pay by cheques or bank transfers but by cash!
Then came the queues of workers, and they were released by teams to collect their pay. Upon questioning, Mdm Li told me that they would proceed to their apartments, where these stack of cash would be kept in their personal lockers - a necessity since 4 persons would share an apartment, unlike the General Manager. They would then proceed to their stations, happier and in a better mood.
“So you have to come down every week just to deliver the cash?”
“Yes, the company pays the workers weekly.”
I found myself scratching my head over this. The numbers just did not add.
“Have you thought of how much gas and man-hours you would save if you pay the workers monthly? You only need to count once, and you also save on gas for 3 trips. Not only that, but cashflow is likely to be easier on the company, and you may even earn more interest from the bank by leaving it there longer.”
There was a quick look of “enlightenment” upon her face, and she nodded, “You have a point there, Manager Chen. I should bring up the matter to my brother.”
She gave me, suddenly the person with the look of “enlightenment” on his face, a pat on my arm, and said, “My brother has picked a good person to run his business. No wonder he spoke so highly of you.”
I glared at PA Shen as she sheepishly tried to look away from me. She had forgotten to brief me who Mdm Li was. As a young man, new to China, I could not have the experience I have now, to realise that important positions like finance usually go to family or very close buddies, here in a land where it is not easy to trust strangers.
The day passed by without any incident, and I received my huge bundle of cash. In order not to appear “low class”, I chose to keep that thick envelope full of red RMB100 notes in the pocket of my jacket. I was quite conscious that it made me look like I had had a mastectomy.
When PA Shen took my dinner to my office, I checked out with her how the weekend is like for the workers here. I found out that not many workers go out to the city on Sunday, preferring to hang around at the town nearby. The worker’s buses (2 of them!) would take them to the town in the morning, and then take them back at night. No food would be provided on Sunday.
As for the General Manager, he could have the use of the private van to take him to the city, if he wanted to. Of course I would!
“PA Shen, as punishment for the embarrassment you have caused for me today, you will have to accompany me to the city tomorrow!”
She giggled, “Manager Chen, it is my duty to accompany you anyway! Thank you for letting me off so lightly!”
I laughed and grabbed her towards me, “No way I am going to let you off lightly!”
She tried to struggle but I had her pinned against me. The softness of her breasts felt so good, as she found herself crushed against me, and I knew she could feel my erection against her crotch. She stopped struggling as my lips met hers. They were lovely, soft and her tongue quickly found its way to mine.
My hands began to roam again. Under her skirt one of them went, and pulled down the panties. She did not resist. Neither did she when I unzipped the skirt and let it fall on the floor. Her pussy looked so inviting, and I quickly stripped off my pants and briefs.
I did not even wait to take off her top, as I lay her down on the sofa and quickly penetrated her. Her soft moans told me she was ready, and I began to pump. And took off the buttons of the blouse. I was really on the edge, and chose to simply push the bra up to release the breasts, for me to fondle and enjoy.
And topple over the edge I did quickly, as I climaxed and shot loads after loads after loads of cum into her.
It was a nice way to end Saturday evening. Perhaps getting only 3/4 of the pay in the States was not such a bad thing after all!
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Originally Posted by
warbird
Yo bro chenzong,
Fantastic sexcapade! I would hv taken the job w/o pay!!
Cheers!!
Uh…one would have to eat, no? And set aside money for the future (investments, etc)?
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Originally Posted by
sammicheng1000
wait too long kills the mood and the story….
Then let those who has the patience wait. I have been really busy these days, plus writer’s block coming in…
My first impression of the factory, that it was like a military base, never left me, and Sunday morning was like a parade. The workers lined up in “sections” around the “parade square”. As the General Manager, I was invited to give a speech. This I was prepared, for PA Shen briefed me of this yesterday.
It was the shortest speech the workers had ever heard, comprising a note to enjoy themselves, to come back in one piece (I played a pun on a Chinese word for this, bringing the assembly to laughter). I would later learn that Chinese bosses like to make long, boring speeches. Yeah, I still remembered the one Mr Li made. It was hard not to fall asleep, and I saluted my colleagues for looking like they were totally absorbed in his speech.
The workers filed up the buses in neat lines. It was so different from what I would see later when I went to the city, where they pushed and shoved to get up the buses. It was a good thing I need not go on one of these public buses, or I would have been the last to get up, if at all.
The van driver opened the door for me, and PA Shen and I went up the van. As the van approached the gates, the security officers on duty saluted me, and I saluted back, as we left the compound. I would find out later that news that I saluted back had circulated wildly around the security office. Nobody had ever returned their salute. To me, I thought it was normal for a superior officer to return a salute, from my days in the military. Oh well, the Chinese do not have compulsory military service, so what would they know?
It was a long journey to the city. One thing I do not like about factories was how far away they were from the action. At least the long journey was compensated with PA Shen leaning against me. It was a good feeling to have a woman who did not protest when you undo not just the top but the second button of her blouse, allowing me easy access to her wonderful breasts.
She was wearing a red bra, and I was quite surprised that she did not mind showing it off against her white blouse. I did not remember the girls in California dressed like this, nor in Singapore. Of course, now in the 21st Century, I can see so many instances of coloured or heavily laced lingerie within a thin blouse, worn nonchalantly by not just Chinese women, but even Singaporean women as well!
I was also happy that we took a seat somewhat further away from the driver (I chose the seat, and she sat next to me). I was very sure the driver knew what was going on, but he was a “professional” at his work. Drive well, drive safely, talk little and ignore what was meant to be ignored. It was no wonder that he got assigned to be the driver of this van, meant for visitors and the General Manager.
We alighted near a prime shopping area in Shanghai - Nanjing Road! It was still a proper road, meant for cars, in those days, and it was already so crowded with pedestrians. The scene at the airport came to me again. Huge crowds of people milling about too small a place. Bicycles and trams were all over the place, and people would cross the streets without a thought, resulting in really slow traffic. I realised why PA Shen had asked the driver to alight us near, and not at the shopping area.
I asked her to take me to a tailors, so that I can get some suits made for me. They were really cheap, and I was very impressed at the designs available. I then asked the tailor to make some ladies’ suit for her! The elderly gentleman who took my measurements was surprised, and so was PA Shen. They normally do not do women’s suits.
PA Shen was worried over something else too. She went closer and whispered into my ear, “Manager Chen, I cannot afford this!” I simply smiled at her and winked, followed by a loud, “I am paying for the girl here.”
The tailor shrugged and began to take PA Shen’s measurements, with her giggling away when he had to measure the bustline and the waistline. They would be ready in a week’s time. I was not sure if it was just my imagination, but PA Shen’s eyes looked like they were tearing when she gave me a hug and a quick peck, before moving further away, but still holding on to my arm.
We had lunch at a nice restaurant, again with me picking up the tab. And again I was surprised at how cheap things were. Shanghai in the 90s was very different from how it is now - inflation has really caught up, and everything is really expensive now.
We went for more shopping, and I bought some make-up for the woman who seemed to have become stuck to my arm. Now those were expensive, and I found out that they were imported. PA Shen was very happy to get them, and I guess that was good enough.
The afternoon was over quickly, and the driver was there to pick us up. The journey back was even more exciting. PA Shen took the initiative almost as soon as we moved off. It was already dark then, and I suppose she must have felt safe enough to do whatever she wanted to do.
Zap! Went the belt. Zip! Went the zipper. Her quick fingers fished out my cock in no time and I felt like I was in heaven as she rested her head on my lap and began licking at the head! She really took it nice and slow, though I was worried over the many bumps along the way - it was a really bumpy ride in the poor roads of Shanghai.
She appeared to be very experienced at playing with a cock while on bumpy roads, though, and she really knew how to prolong the experience. For half an hour, she was licking, playing around, giving me a great sensation, until I decided enough was enough. I gave her head a push, and she understood, engulfing my cock with her mouth.
I moved my hand up the back of her thighs, pushing up her skirt as she half-sat on the seat. I attacked her panty-covered pussy with vigor, enjoying myself as the momentum began to build. My hand then went into the bottom of her blouse, fixated upon the prize - her breasts, covered only by her bra. Which was pushed out of position quickly so that I can fondle them.
It was all over quickly, as I shot load after load into her mouth. She held on, until all the cum was shot, until my cock relaxed, before she let go. She must have swallowed them all, for I did not see her spitting anything out. She gave a giggle, adjusted her blouse and skirt, and rested on my shoulder on the last leg of our journey to the factory.
My hand was fondling her breasts throughout the rest of the journey. I insisted that she not button up her blouse but allow me access.
The workers were already back, some happy, some tired. Another work week would begin after this night of rest.
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
I had my share of encounters, the only difference is, my boss then told me on day one, ’ there are plenty of girls in PRC, you need not sleep with the ones in the office’. A rule I stick to till now, inclusive.
Your boss is wise. I follow a rule stricter than this in real life. I do not sleep around with anyone besides my wife. Period.
Readers may have to wait a while more. This week is a crazy week for me, both at work and for my studies (I am doing an MBA).
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Originally Posted by
joew2005
whoa …. shiok le …. of course u la …. 4 hving such great time with PA Shen
Uh…it’s just a story…