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Originally Posted by
blohsg
He’s on course … i’m on my way to work ?
People post @ the strangest hours … 7am is not strange ?
work work…
i need a new job…
anyway, here’s the next update…
Nothing happened for the first few months I was working there. I was like a
normal part-timer. I clocked in, did my shift, then clocked out. Simple as
that.
Due to the infrequency of the job, I hardly interacted with Maryanne as most
of the time she started her shift as mine ended. I was not interested
anyway. Seriously. She was really just eye candy for me. In any case, we
hardly interacted, only occassionally sharing a cigarette before I left, and
she usually did not have any. It was somewhat erotic though, as she would
leave her lipstick or lipgloss stains on the filter, and sometimes I tasted
strawberry, melon, and some other unidentifiable flavours.
Towards the October/November period, I found myself working double shifts,
as most of the other part-timers took leave to study for their exams. In
fact, I was almost like a full-timer, working 6 days a week, from noon till
around closing time. Sad thing was, I was still getting paid by the hour.
Maryanne broached this topic over one of our smoking breaks. Again, we were
sharing cigarettes. I was beginning to wonder if she was a real smoker, or
was she merely finding opportunities to flirt with me. Or perhaps I thought
too highly of myself.
M: Hey stud.
She always called me stud. I never found out why. Maybe it was because of my
fake diamond ear studs.
Me: Yeah?
M: Why don’t you apply for full-time?
Me: Nah. It’s just during this busy period.
M: The pay enough for you?
Me: I get by.
M: I hear you gonna study after this? In a Polytechnic?
Me: Yeah. Next year.
M: Why wait so long? You’re 18 right?
Me: Yeah. Long story…
M: Flunked your ‘O’s?
Me: Nah. I left JC.
M: Really? What a waste. ‘A’s this year I suppose?
Me: If I stayed, yes.
M: Girl problems?
I wanted to ask how she knew.
Me: Not entirely.
M: She didn’t let you fuck her?
Me: What?
M: Am I being too direct?
Me: Er, nope. But why ask?
M: You seem like a sexually active guy. Hot bod and all that. But I never
seen you chat up the girls around here.
Me: Maybe I’m gay?
M: Haha! You don’t chat up the guys either.
Me: Alright. I’m straight. But not interested in girls at the moment.
M: You must have had a really bad relationship to become so withdrawn…
Me: Not really…
I did not feel like telling her about Charmaine, or the twins for that
matter.
Me: Are you flirting with me?
M: Of course! I flirt with all the guys. It’s fun!
Me: And you sleep with them too?
She pulled me towards her and whispered seductively into my ear.
M: Wouldn’t you like to find out?
Me: Nope. Who you sleep with isn’t any of my business…
M: Haha! You’re good at playing it cool.
Me: Come on. You’re like a decade older than me. What makes you think I’m
interested?
She pulled me towards her again.
M: Tell you a secret. I’m a MILF.
Me: Uh Huh. So where’s your kid?
M: Goodness. You’re really stoic ain’t ya?
Me: Nah. Let’s just say my views on females and relationships have changed
over the past 2 years…
M: Ok. Well, I’m a virgin then.
Me: Yeah right.
M: Yeah I was kidding.
Me: I know.
M: You’re a cool kid. The others tried to proposition me almost immediately
after I became a little friendly.
Me: Really? They’re like, 16? 17?
M: Does it really matter? Kids are having sex younger these days.
Me: So why tempt them?
M: Oh, it’s just a little harmless flirting. Makes me feel younger you know?
Me: So now you admit you’re old?
M: Hey. That’s rude.
Me: But you are!
M: Ok fine. I like you. You honest and straight-forward.
Me: And I don’t treat you like a whore?
M: Haha. I would otherwise be offended, but I do get that alot. I hate going
to Orchard Road. Especially Lucky Plaza, or Taka.
Me: Banglas tried to pick you up?
M: Sometimes…
Me: Well, you are an attractive woman. And you don’t exactly look very
local…
M: Hey! I was born and bred here… And Manila of course.
Me: So you speak Tagalog?
M: Do you know a Pinoy who doesn’t?
Me: Thought you said you were Singaporean…
M: I am! But well, maybe my Fillipino blood is thicker…
Me: That’s good. I think. I don’t know. Whatever.
M: You’re strange. In a funny way.
Me: I get that sometimes…
M: Anyway, breaks over. Go clear the glasses!
Me: Yes, boss!
By the time we closed shop, it was almost midnight. The rest of the staff
had conveniently decided to rush to catch the last bus, leaving me and
Maryanne to lock up the place. I waited outside and lit a cigarette,
watching as she placed the day’s takings into the safe.
She bent over as she pulled down the shutters, giving me a fantastic view of
her behind. Again, I wondered if she really did sleep with the other
part-timers. Was she just a female version of Francis? Not that I had any
proof that he had been banging the female staff. Not that I cared anyway.
M: Still hanging around?
Me: Just admiring the view…
M: Cheeky…
Me: You’ve got a nice body… For a thirty year old.
M: I’M TWENTY-EIGHT!!!
Me: Haha. I know.
M: Stop teasing me will ya? You’re making me wanna do things to you…
Me: Oh I would love to see you try…
Suddenly she leapt forward and pinched my right nipple. Hard. I yelped.
Me: What the fuck?
M: I did warn you…
Me: You crazy old lady…
She tried to pinch my other nipple but I grabbed her hand before she could
do so. I caught hold of her other hand and locked them behind her back, and
pulled her towards me. She responded by rubbing her ass on my groin. The
still fresh smell of her conditioner was driving me nuts. Then I let her go.
Me: Ok. That’s enough.
M: What? Can’t handle an old lady?
She smirked at me.
Me: Come on. I’ll walk you to the bus stop.
M: Actually, I walk home.
Me: You do?
M: Yeah.
Damn, so she was well-to-do. What in the world was she doing working as a
shift manager in such a place? Perhaps it really was her love of the job.
She was, after all, studying hospitality.
Me: I’ll see you home then.
M: Nah, it’s ok.
Me: It’s late.
M: This old lady can take care of herself…
Me: How so? You’ll fuck the rapist or molester before he gets a chance to
strike?
M: Hmmm. Now that’s a thought…
Me: What?
M: Haha. I’m a black belt.
Me: Oh. In?
M: Taekwondo. But I do other things as well, like Muay Thai.
Me: Wow.
M: Join me one day?
I recalled how easily I got hurt by Charmaine’s ex.
Me: Nah. Not really interested in martial arts.
M: You must be the most boring person I’ve ever met. You don’t have sex, you
don’t like martial arts. Do you drink?
Me: Occassionally.
M: Join me for a drink then.
Me: Now?
M: Why not? I’ve got no lessons tomorrow and you are probably going home to
wank to my image.
Me: Haha. Not likely.
M: Just join me for a drink. I’ll send you home later ok, little boy?
Me: Ok fine. Where do you wanna go?
M: Ok. This is gonna sound very clichèd but I drink at Paramount Hotel.
Me: Yup. Extremely clichèd.
M: So let’s go.
Me: Lead the way grandma.
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
propositioned by a pinoy Milf … who is skilled in art of self Defence … who comes on to you …
Bro …. keep going
technically, she’s not a mother so not a MILF. and she didn’t exactly proposition me… just flirting… and she’s only half pinoy, but quite hot. something like loretta or angela in tayong dalawa…
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Originally Posted by
blohsg
not sure about angela … loretta alabons … during her hey days on tv ?
no bro, referring to characters in the filipino soap opera tayong dalawa showing on ch 5 now.
We hailed a cab and arrived at Paramount Hotel/Shopping Centre slightly
before 1am. We headed to one of the bars there. I had never been there
before but knew that it was where the Filipino community usually
congregated.
Maryanne went straight to the bar counter and began chatting with the
bartender or is it bartendress in Tagalog. I had no clue what they were
talking about and wondered why I even agreed to accompany her there in the
first place.
After about five minutes, Maryanne led me to a table in the corner and we
sat down on the barstools. I did not really like it, and would have
preferred a booth or something, but there did not appear to be one. I took
out my cigarettes and offered her one but she declined, indicating her
preference to share a stick with me instead. Another five minutes passed and
a waitress brought a jug of beer, two ice cold mugs and a bowl of peanuts.
The waitress was short and was wearing a tight white blouse and a rather
short denim skirt. She tiptoed to pour the beer into the mugs and set them
down. Her hair was neck-length and clipped neatly to the side.
Maryanne passed her a red note as a tip and they exchanged pleasantries
before the waitress headed off. Somehow or another, she dropped the note
onto the floor and bent down to pick it up in front of me. I almost gasped
as her skirt hiked up over her ass and exposed her thong. She turned around,
still bent over, seemingly to apologise to Maryanne for dropping the money,
but instead offered me a full and clear view of her cleavage, which was
obviously being enhanced by a push-up bra. She smiled at me, having seen me
gawking at her. I forced a smile back and she left. Maryanne saw me watching
the waitress.
M: Her name’s Laura. 20 years old. She’s a nursing student in NYP.
Part-timer here.
Crap, I began to wonder if Maryanne was actually a pimp moonlighting as a
hospitality student cum part time shift manager.
Me: And you’re telling me because?
M: No particular reason. Saw you checking her out.
Me: But she was right in front of me!
M: I know. And you looked like a lecherous old man, the way you raped her
with your eyes.
Me: What?
M: Never mind. Just drink.
I took the mug and gulped half of the contents down.
Maryanne drank hers too and waved another waitress over. This one was short
as well, bespectacled and similarly dressed. She was skinnier than Laura,
and had much smaller boobs. Or maybe she was not wearing a push-up bra. Her
hair was long, and let down. It ended at her ass. Maryanne conversed with
her in Tagalog and she smiled at me, showing me a full mouth of metal,
before turning to leave.
M: She’s Cherry. 19 years. Laura’s cousin. Also a nursing student.
I decided that I was curious enough to ask.
Me: Are you a pimp or something? Why are you introducing girls to me?
Maryanne burst out laughing, attracting the stares of the other patrons,
even though music was blasting in the background.
M: Do I look like a pimp to you?
Me: Not really. But the way you flirt with the guys at the workplace makes
you look like a whore.
M: Haha! You’re funny. If I was a whore would you sleep with me?
Me: Maybe. How much would I have to pay?
M: Oh I don’t know, $600?
Me: What? That’s like my pay for 100 hours of work…
M: Too expensive? How about $300?
Me: Still too expensive. I might consider if you included Cherry and
Laura…
M: Really?
Me: Fuck. I’m kidding. Do I look like that kind of guy?
M: Well, you look like the kind of guy who would have no problems handling
all three of us. Or more.
Me: What? Don’t tell me you’re going to call another girl over…
M: Well, I do know most of the waitresses here…
Me: Seriously?
M: Yeah. And I also know most of them will accompany customers after
closing. For a fee of course.
Me: Shit. So you really are a pimp.
M: Nope. I’m not. I’m just friends with them…
Me: That doesn’t sound convincing. But seriously, are you a pimp?
M: Are you going to tell me your criteria so I can find a girl for you?
Me: Well, I’ve never paid for sex before, but if I was going to, I guess I
would want her to be tall, tanned, have long hair in a pony-tail, huge tits,
a firm shapely ass, and wears polo tees and pants…
M: I don’t think any girl here- Hey. Wait a minute. You just described
me…
Me: Unfortunately, I can’t afford her, and she’s a little advanced in age…
M: Idiot!
She slapped my hand playfully.
Me: And given her advanced age, her pussy might not be tight anymore…
M: Well, unless your cock is the size of my pinky, I bet I’m tight enough
for most guys…
Me: If the cocks that you had were the size of your pinky, or my pinky, I
feel kind of sad for you…
M: Haha. You’re hilarious. I bet you get slapped or get beer thrown on you
often.
Me: Nope hasn’t happened yet.
M: Do you always talk like this to your female friends?
Me: Not really, not all of them are as open as you. Or your legs…
M: HAHA! You’re really cracking me up… But don’t suan me so much. I might
get used to it and it won’t be fun anymore.
Me: Wait, you know the meaning of “suan”?
M: Hello. I’m half chinese. I do have chinese friends…
Me: Oh yeah. I thought you were a Pinoy freelancer…
M: HAHAHA! Stop it! I want to be able to drink my beer without choking on
it!
Me: Ok. What do you want to talk about then?
M: I don’t know. You aren’t in any relationships at the moment?
Me: Well, some days I’m with my right hand, others, my left…
M: WAH PIANG. STOP IT ALREADY.
Me: Wow. That’s the first time I heard you use Singlish…
M: Yeah. It’s an huge asset. Being able to speak a few languages and
understand local slang.
Me: Well I agree about the huge assets part…
This time she really choked on her beer, but she recovered and attempted to
compose herself, but was unable to do so.
Me: What? I’m too much for you to handle? And we aren’t even in bed yet…
She grabbed my hand.
M: Please. Stop. I can’t take it anymore.
Me: Was what I said really so funny? Oh my.
M: Yeah. And I hope I won’t be laughing this much when you take off your
pants…
I took another sip of my beer. The temperature was getting higher.
Me: So seriously, are you a pimp? If not, why introduce me to Laura and
Cherry?
M: They are my nieces.
Me: What?
M: Yep. They are staying with my family till they graduate.
Me: And you allow them to work at a place like this?
M: Why not?
Me: And dress provocatively?
M: Well, if they can pull it off, why not? They’re quite hot right?
Me: Right. What about their after-work activities?
M: They’re almost adults. And besides, do you think their income as
waitresses is enough for their school fees and living expenses?
Me: Well…
M: Take note that they don’t have all the various grants and subsidies
available to us.
Me: Isn’t it cheaper to study in the Philipines?
M: Of course it is. But even with a degree over there, they’ll only be staff
nurses here. Besides, they intend to work here after graduation.
Me: It’s that bad?
M: My cousin has a pharmcuetical degree back home, but she can hardly find a
well paying job. She gets more as a pharmacuetical assistant here…
Me: I see.
M: I was the lucky one. My dad is a marine engineer, he managed to get a
good job here and settle down. So I’ve been really lucky in that sense.
Me: So you help them to find customers?
M: You mean I’ve just explained everything to you and you went in a circle
just to ask me the same question?
Me: Well, you didn’t answer the question.
M: They’re capable enough of finding their own customers. I’m not against
it, but that doesn’t mean I encourage it. As long as they know what they are
doing. And it doesn’t affect their studies.
Me: Interesting…
By now the beer was already gone and most of the other patrons were leaving.
M: Do you want another round?
Me: Are you trying to make me drunk?
M: Do you get drunk that easily?
Me: I don’t think so…
M: Ok then.
Maryanne waved to Cherry who came over. She whispered something into her
ear. Cherry looked at me and smiled, supressing a giggle. She left and came
back shortly with two more jugs.
Me: Woah. That’s quite a bit don’t you think?
Cherry smiled at me.
C: Tita says you are her friend. She ask me to ask you if you want chupa?
Nice one. Now they were speaking to me in Tagalog. I could only assume the
“Tita” was auntie or something, but what the fuck was “chupa”? I stared at
Maryanne. She smiled back and said something to Cherry, who whispered in my
ear.
I kind of froze there for awhile. This cute, long-haired, 19 year old,
bespectacled nursing student had just asked me if I wanted her to suck my
cock. Of course I did not know how to reply in Tagalog. I pulled Cherry
close and whispered into her ear. Cherry giggled and I swore she was
blushing but she whispered the reply back. I turned to Maryanne.
Me: Malaki ang susu mo.
She laughed. Cherry whispered something else. Without thinking, I repeated
it to Maryanne.
Me: Lunukin mo ang tamod ko.
Maryanne laughed harder. She turned to Cherry.
M: You naughty girl.
She turned to me.
M: Ok. Magkantutan tayo.
Crap. I was getting beaten at my own game.
(Disclaimer: I never did, and still cannot, speak or understand Tagalog.
This were roughly the words that were used that night. I got them from
insults.net as I do not know how to spell them. But they should be accurate.
Unless someone who speaks Tagalog can enlighten me.)
Cherry whispered into my ear again, effectively translating the Tagalog
dialogue. I progressed from sipping the beer, to gulping it, and finished
the entire mug in one mouthful.
Laura appeared from no where and topped up my beer.
M: Interested?
Me: Erm.
Maryanne said something else in Tagalog and the two skimpily dressed
waitresses proceeded to sit on my lap, one on each side. I thought the bar
stool was going to break.
Cherry ran her hand along my thigh, stopping at my crotch.
C: Tita, he’s getting hard…
M: That’s good. So where do we go from here? Your place or ours?
Me: I think I wanna go home.
M: Oh, little boy can’t take the heat?
Me: On a different day, with different people, I’m sure three or four will
not be enough.
M: Oh really?
I tried to act big.
Me: Oh course! I could go three or four times a session with one girl, what
makes you think I can’t go once with three to four girls?
M: Well, prove it then.
Maryanne said something else to the cousins in Tagalog, and they nodded
their approval.
However, given my previous multiple partner sex session, I was pretty sure
that it would not be so easy for them to agree on such an arrangement. I
hoped I would be right and that they were just teasing me.
Me: Nope. I’ve got nothing to prove. Besides, you’re my boss, I shouldn’t be
sleeping with you. And they’re students, if they get caught selling sex…
M: What makes you think we’re gonna charge you for it?
L: Sometimes, if we like the guy, we do it for free!
Now I was really stuck.
Me: No no. This isn’t right. I only agreed to drink with you. There’s no
mention of an orgy.
C: But you want it?
She traced the outline of my hardon through my jeans. Damn boxers.
Me: Who wouldn’t want an orgy with three hot girls?
M: You want more then? I can easily get two to three more…
Me: No.. That’s not what I meant.
M: Sometimes in life, when the opportunity presents itself, you either take
it, or regret not taking it later…
Me: I’ll regret taking it in this case…
M: Why? I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?
Me: I don’t. But I seriously don’t feel like I’m up for this…
M: If you’re scared just say you’re scared…
C: We won’t bite. Or maybe we will. Just a little.
Me: You three have done this before?
L: A few times. But not all the time with Tita around.
Me: For money?
C: Most of the time. Can earn a lot for just 2 hours work…
Me: And you approve?
M: Me? Like I said, they’re old enough…
Me: I mean now, the four of us.
M: Why not? I like young guys-
Me: Oh, so you’re finally admitting it.
M: There’s nothing wrong with that… And besides, my two nieces are way
hornier than me…
Me: I can see that. But no. I’m not interested.
L: You sure? We don’t have morning classes tomorrow… And Tita ask us to
make you feel good.
Me: What did I do to deserve this?
M: Take it as a good employee bonus?
Me: So what do the girls get then?
M: Oh I’m sure Francis takes care of that…
Me: Talking about Francis, have you-
M: Slept with him? Yup. That’s why I prefer younger guys. The only thing big
about him is his mouth…
Me: What makes you think I’m well-endowed?
Laura unzippd me and stuck her hand in.
Me: Woah. Public place…
C: Yeah, normally we do it in the toilet. Handjob $30, blowjob $50, Fuckjob
depends…
Laura pulled my semi-hard trouser snake out.
Me: Shit!
M: Looking good…
I quickly stuffed it back in.
Me: Ok. That’s it. I’m leaving. Thanks for the drinks.
I grabbed my cigarettes and left the bar, walking fast in case one of them
stopped me.
Perhaps I should have just agreed for the sake of it. After all, it was free
sex. But the implications would probably be too much for me to handle.
Firstly, Maryanne was my supervisor. It was already a little weird that I
responded to her flirting, and now if I slept with her, what would others
think? No doubt perhaps the others did sleep with her, and some of them were
still working there, and the working relationship did not seem to be
compromised, but I did not know if I could handle it. Furthermore, Maryanne
was a decade older than me. While I had a high sex drive, and according to
Tanya, I had an above-average sized cock, so pleasuring any lady should not
be a problem, especially since Tanya had taught me most of the tricks of the
trade. But still, an older lady probably would have different needs and
wants, and I was not really prepared to be her toyboy. Still, I wondered
what it would be like to fuck those lucious tits of hers, and assuming they
were not enhanced, I would be in for a real treat.
Then came the issue of her nieces. They were on student passes, and already
working illegally, unless I was wrong about that. Furthermore, they were
moonlighting as prostitutes, and I did not want to get implicated if they
were caught, whether money was exchanged or not. Also, it would be a little
distracting if they kept chatting in Tagalog. I would not know what exactly
they would be saying and psychologically, my performance would be affected.
Judging by how quickly they could whip my cock out in a public place, I was
also a little worried about diseases. I also did not find out if they
usually used protection, or did it raw for a higher price.
Out of the shopping centre, I went round the corner and lit my cigarette,
pondering the intelligence of my hasty exit.
Barely five minutes later, Maryanne ambushed me.
M: Hey. Why did you leave?
Me: I can’t take it.
M: Well, your words certainly speak louder than your actions.
Me: I don’t think I want a foursome.
M: Why not?
Me: I don’t know. Are they clean?
M: And indirectly you’re asking if I’m clean?
Me: Yes.
M: They are not stupid ok? Protection is a must. As for me, well, let’s just
say it’s optional, depending on how much I like the guy. But I get tested
every 6 months.
Me: Proof?
M: Wow, you’re really kiasi. I don’t have the proof.
Me: Then I won’t even consider sleeping with you.
M: What makes you think your ex’s were clean?
Me: Well, they aren’t whores, and I haven’t caught anything from them.
M: You haven’t caught anything yet. And how do you know they did not engage
in commercial sex? Did you ask?
Me: Well, no.
M: At least we are upfront about this. There’s nothing to hide. Girls need
to unwind after a hard days’ work too.
Me: And you unwind by having orgies?
M: This can hardly be considered an orgy. There’s not enough dicks to go
around…
Me: And you think mine is enough?
M: Why not? You’re young, fit, and obviously horny. Why else would your cock
get hard at mere words?
Me: She was touching me!
M: And you didn’t like it?
Me: Of course I did. But it’s different.
M: We’re all hot blooded girls here. We want a cock inside us now and then.
If the cock comes attached to a nice body and cute face, it’s an added
bonus.
Me: Erm.
M: Well little boy, I’ll leave it up to you. I’m going back to finish up the
beer. You decide if you want any of us.
Me: Ok.
M: Spare me a stick?
I shook my head and passed her a stick. She lit it and returned the box and
lighter to me.
M: Choose me ok?
She winked at me and disappeared back into the shopping centre.
Somehow something made me go back.
Maybe it was the lack of sex for the few months that drove me back into the
bar.
Maybe I wanted a warm, wet mouth and tongue around my cock. A tight,
pulsating pussy to engulf it. Soft tits to play with.
Maryanne, Cherry and Laura were already waiting for me when I sat back down
at the table. The further 2 jugs of beer were already empty, and another
fresh jug was sitting there half-full. This lady certainly could drink. The
nieces appeared to have knocked off, as they were sitting with Maryanne at
the table, while the rest of the staff were busy clearing empty mugs and
jugs and wiping the other tables. The music had already been muted to a more
conversational level and half the lights were on.
With better visibility, I now could fully appreciate how hot they actually
were. Both Laura and Cherry were tanned, with seemingly flawless skin, and
very little make up. In their tight outfits, I could detect little or no
fats at all. Compared to Natalie and Nicole, whose bodies were already
pretty good, these Pinoy chicks were hot. My mind wandered to the future
where they would possibly be full-fedged nurses. The male patients would
clamour for these two to give them sponge baths, and maybe a little extra.
Was I gonna be a dumbass and pass up this golden opportunity? It was not as
though I could not get girls, or maybe my standards were too high. Or maybe
I was reluctant to stick my dick where many others had been before.
M: So you’re back…
Me: Yeah.
Maryanne waved to the bar and another two mugs of beer appeared at the
table. Laura took the lead and poured me a fresh mug, while topping the
others up.
L: Drink.
I wondered how much beer it would take before my judgement would be so
severely impaired.
Me: Are you trying to make me drunk?
C: No. No. We just want to have a good time.
Me: I don’t need beer to have a good time.
L: You need something extra?
Maryanne shook her head disapprovingly.
Me: What kind of extra?
L: K. Or E.
Me: What?! I don’t do drugs…
L: If you want, I can get.
M: Laura. I warned you about this.
L: Sorry Tita.
Me: You know they take drugs?
M: They did once or twice.
Me: And you?
M: Don’t need it.
Me: Young boys are your drug right?
M: Yes. But I would recommend something to you.
Me: What?
M: Viagra.
Me: I can get hard.
M: Yeah, but can you stay hard?
Me: Of course!
M: Well, I can get some. Legally. If you need it…
Me: I don’t. I’m young and healthy. Just they way you like it.
M: And yet you’re still all talk and no action.
Me: Would you rather I start grabbing your tits right now? Or bring these
two to the toilet for some fun?
C & L: Ok!
Me: I was speaking hypothetically…
M: You don’t seem like a shy guy. But you sure are acting like one…
Me: Sex should be private. Not out in the open…
(Note: This was before I met Jenny, before the multi-storey carpark
encounter…)
L: Toilet is private.
Me: But it’s not clean.
C: True.
Me: How can you suck someone’s cock in a cramped toilet cubicle? It doesn’t
sound very hygienic.
L: We’ve done more than that. In the toilet.
C: It’s easy money.
Me: Goodness. I’m sure there’s better ways to make money.
L: We are not like Tita. She’s not poor. Back home, our families are large,
we were lucky to come here to study. But we have to work to get money. Tita
can only give us some money. But it’s not enough.
I was getting a little impressed with Maryanne. Other than lodging her
nieces, she also gave them allowance. But realistically, money was never
enough. So I guess that was why she did not mind them doing the things they
did. Or maybe she did the same thing when she was younger. But that did not
seem possible.
Me: What if you get a STD or pregnant? Or worse still, get caught?
C: We have to take our chances if we want to survive.
I felt really bad. I really did not want to just fuck them without paying.
If I actually decided to fuck them.
Me: So how much do you charge?
L: For you, free. You are Tita’s friend.
C: And you’re cute.
M: Alright girls. That’s enough. Stop teasing him.
Me: I don’t feel good about this. They struggle to make a living. How can I
sleep with them for free?
M: You can pay them if you want. I’m free.
Me: That’s what I’m worried about. There must be a catch somewhere…
M: Like what? I cut your pay and extend your shift hours?
Me: I don’t think that’s under your control.
M: Precisely. So what’s the catch?
Me: I don’t know.
M: Must you look at everything so narrow mindedly?
Me: Nothing is free in life.
M: I think you gotta learn to not think so much. Sex is sex. Sex with
someone you love is making love. Sex with anyone else is just fucking.
Me: Good point.
M: You never paid for sex before so I guess you can’t separate the emotions
from the physical sensations. Would you rather feel good? Or feel loved?
Me: I guess I would wanna feel loved.
M: Young man, you’ll never know what love is.
I thought I knew what love was with Charmaine, but after everything that
happened, I guess I was not so sure after all. Nothing happened with Nicole,
so there was never any feelings of love.
But Maryanne was right. Up to this point, I had never paid for commercial
sex, and I did not know the difference. When I had urges, and no girls were
around, my right or left hand provided the relief.
I guess my life was about to change.