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henabi
double dosage on a boring Saturday morning!!! THANKS!
Had a really busy day today (I have no weekends usually) and just got home. Maybe another double update today just in time to cure Monday blues huh?
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Originally Posted by
bkny
Browsing thru the forum and came across this thread… then marathon until the end. Wah… you should quite your job and become a writer la… your book can be called “50 Shades of Singapore”. You can give me 10% fee when you become international bestseller
(Would up but I’m not sure if I can yet)
Haha lol my job cannot quit la. Family business lol. Anyway, to publish, I would need to expand this story much more and add in more male characters haha. I omitted all my non female activities here so that’s why it may seem jucier than it really is.
Well, you need at least a power of 1. It’s alright. It’s the thought that counts.
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eeemen
Thanks for the recent updates bro, wonderful life eh , cheers, ………………..
Thanks for your support as usual! Cheers!
The last few guests finally left after midnight and I was ushered into my Uncle’s private study overlooking the vast ocean. It was only later that I found out there was an island a distance away that could also be seen from the window.
In the study, I was presented with a gold and diamond Vertu Signature. It contained all my relative’s phone numbers in Hong Kong and all the other numbers that I might find useful during my stay. It also acme with a Hong Kong SIM card for my ease of use. I smiled and told him I preferred my iPhone but my uncle seemed pretty insistent about it.
We were escorted back to the hotel in the same manner. I guess that everywhere I go, I would have two LX460s as my escort. It seemed prudent especially in Hong Kong where violent crimes are more rife than in Singapore. Thankfully, I was seated in the familiar surroundings of a Long Wheelbase Phantom rather than in the ugly Maybach and things were much more bearable in here.
I changed into home clothes the moment I arrived into my hotel room and Rachel did the same. It was past 1am when we arrived so both of us were beat. It felt nice to be sleeping innocently in Rachel’s arms again, as we had in Los Angeles about a year back.
3 June 2012
The bright morning sun shone through our large window, waking me up early in the morning. I am quite a light sleeper as you can probably already tell. I cursed myself for not checking that the curtains were closed before going to sleep last night. It’s alright I told myself and closed the curtains with the touch-screen controls so that Rachel could sleep in more.
I went to wash up before ordering breakfast on the room service menu from the tablet on my bedside table. The tablet was rather responsive, but not quite as good as an iPhone. It seemed like something a software update could cure though.
The doorbell to my huge suite rang a short while later and I rushed to open the door. A large trolley adorned with beautiful dishes was pushed into my room and the servers quickly set up my dining table for breakfast. They seemed to ignore the fact that there were only the two of us and set up a huge breakfast, filling up the table for 10.
I made a decision not to waste all that food and woke Rachel up so she could go wash up while I called Diana to join us for breakfast. After all, there was more than enough food to go around and all these came free with our suite.
Diana sounded like she was still asleep when I called her and I apologised profusely and told her to come up in half an hour instead. I tucked into the freshly made dim sum while waiting for both the ladies to freshen up and join me for breakfast.
Breakfast was done in less than an hour and Diana reminded me that I had to be at a certain club at 10am. The car would be arriving for me in less than an hour and she requested to go back to her room so that she could change and freshen up before we left. Rachel and I took the opportunity to shower and change into something more formal.
The morning passed by slowly at the exclusive club. There was not much to do other than stand there and look at a certain activity which neither Rachel nor I was interested in. My relatives however, were having the time of their lives and were completely oblivious that Rachel and I could not have been less interested.
I was forced to pay attention as my uncle would talk to me about what was going on but Rachel just stood in a corner, forcing a smile. I’m sure that the only one having fun was Diana, who had to wait in the car, as she was probably playing some game on the company issue iPad.
Rachel and I could not have been more relieved when the activity finally ended. My relatives invited me to lunch with them and I could not turn them down. But at least lunch sounded more interesting than the rubbish that was going on just now.
We were all transported in different cars (so that’s 6 in total, with a few more LX 470s to make up the convoy) and I could not help but wonder how many security staff they employed. Coming from a safe country like Singapore, I was unsure of why the heavy security was needed. Only later would I be thankful for the heavy security present.
Lunch was pretty much uneventful as they were still talking about what happened just now. It soon degenerated to a bunch of people messaging away on their own phones and some of my relatives went back to talking business. However unbelievable it may be, but I was more interested in listening them talk business than what they claim was recreation. I must say though, the Dim Sum in Fook Lam Moon is really worth trying.
I was thankful to be given the opportunity to be driven back to the hotel after lunch so that I was able to catch up on some documents before my actual work started on Monday. Rachel wanted the opportunity to soak in the tub a little before dinner.
Having quite a few documents to read through before Monday, I decided to have room service dinner instead of going out. Since it was a la carte, the portion of food was much more manageable than breakfast.
Rachel stripped off her tee shirt before we were about to go to sleep and removed her bra. I gave her a weak smile and told her that I have a long day tomorrow.
R: It’s ok. At least you have something to look forward to when you come back
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zeroduero
haha welcome back bro.
not to nitpick but this just struck me as funny
hehe
Whoops! HAHA that’s what happens when I write at midnight after a while day of entertaining visitors!. It’s supposed to rife but I guess autocorrect changed it somewhere along the way.
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zeroduero
haha yeah I knew what you meant, but still funny anyways =D
Damn. I did it again. After a
whole
day
Sorry bros. Was super busy again to the point that I don’t even have time to reply Joanne. Will update ASAP. Should be more free tmr
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Once again, am falling ill. Doctor says overexertion so there will only be 1 chapter tonight.
Rachel was still asleep when my alarm went off at 7:30 in the morning. I had arranged for my breakfast to be delivered to the room at 8 so that I had some time to eat and read The Straits Times on my phone before heading to work.
I washed up and bathed just in time to hear the doorbell ring. I let the group hotel staff into the room before I went to change into my work attire in the walk-in wardrobe. The large breakfast spread was laid out on the large lacquered dining table when I was done dressing. I could never do my cufflinks myself and I wished Rachel was there to help. Leaving my cuffs undone, I tucked into French toast and ham while reading the news on my iPad.
Diana came up to my room 15 minutes to 9, telling me that it was almost time. She helped with my tie and cufflinks, and I felt her ample boobs press against my back (they were at least a C). I ordered breakfast for Rachel, to come at 9 before walking out of the suite.
An elevator was waiting for me and a porter was waiting with a cup of Apple juice to carry my briefcase down to the car. I felt like royalty all the way until I was inside the Maybach waiting for me outside the lobby of the grand hotel.
The car set off into rush hour traffic in Tsim Sha Tsui and I settled in the back, with Diana in the front. I was just about to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the centre console when the car stopped and the doors were opened. 2 freaking minutes from the hotel to my workplace and I had 3 cars pick me up. They sure do things different in Hong Kong.
I arrived a minute before 9, just in time to see 2 Phantoms (escorted by 2 LX460s) pull up to where my Maybach sat a minute ago. My da shu and Darren (
refer here
) exited the vehicles and were escorted by security into the lift with me. We exited at the top floor and Darren showed me to my office near the window.
My office was large by any standards. An outer office with a sitting area had a large desk for Diana and the soundproofed inner office was separated by a set of heavily tinted glass doors. My huge executive desk was set such that I had an amazing view of Victoria Harbour from my seat.
Before I had the chance to try out my huge leather chair, Darren insisted on bringing me around the office so that I could familiarise myself with the various operations of the company. I would not go into too much detail here for reasons obvious, but I dare say my favourite part of the office was the stocked pantry.
It was almost lunch before I had the chance to go back into my own office again. I sat down in the large leather chair admiring the rest of my office. I found the wireless phone on the desk beside my laptop and called Rachel.
I reminded Rachel to have lunch and told her that I left her a credit card and some HKD in the bedside drawer for her shopping needs. Darren then picked me up and told me that he sent me an email with the documents needed for the supplier we’re meeting for lunch.
Lunch was at Man Wah and our supplier was already seated when we arrived. We had a small table in a private corner of the room, with views of the Victoria Harbour as we ate. I was treated to a whole lot of Hong Kong’s most delicious food including Roast Suckling Pig and Yoshihama Abalone while I listened to my cousin talk about upcoming projects and budgets.
Honestly, I only had time to skim through the documents briefly in the car and was mostly lost throughout their conversation. Lunch was good though, I have to say again.
My Vertu vibrated in the car, on the short ride back to my office. Now, this is going to get a little long winded (this is where the unrelated rambling begins). <rant> I took the phone out of the black leather case and ran my fingers down the diamond studded bezel. I noticed that I had a SMS from an unknown HK number which is not yet stored in my phone.
I unlocked the phone with the traditional centre key then * routine (seriously! In this day and age - 2012 – who in the world still uses a S40 device?) and opened the message. The phone paused for a while (a ~S$200k phone lagging!) before the message opened. In the tiny sapphire display, I could just make out a photo of Rachel in nothing but her lingerie.
Ok, that was enough to make up for the lag wasn’t it? Usually, when I receive such images, I would SIC with the bros here. But nope. I have no idea how to get that photo out of the fat and chunky phone before I had to return it. Honestly, one would expect better for S$200k. </rant>
I was back in my office less than 5 minutes later. I learnt that it was quite normal to have a team of security men escort you up to the office if you are the CEO/ MD etc. I returned to find another thick stack of documents on my table, bound inside a leather folio. The first thing I saw when I opened the folio was a memo, telling me that I had a dinner with the CEO of a bank to discuss the financing for our next project. It seemed like I was going alone. Excellent!
Well, by now it seems obvious that my job was rather “fun” and I’m sure no readers are interested in what I do (not that I’m allowed to disclose too much either). So let’s move to the more exciting parts of the day shall we?
I picked Rachel up from the hotel 10 minutes before 7 in a Phantom for the dinner appointment. She was dressed to kill in a stunning purple dress which showed too much of her cleavage. Her usually A cup boobs has been boosted slightly by a push up bra (I suspect), enough for there to be a relatively deep cleavage exposed. I could not help but peek at it as she bent to get into the car.
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Spud_Boy
take care & get well soon, bro…
all story telling can wait… health is more impt…
Good news is that I’m feeling much better after resting relatively early last night. At least I was not working till 2am. Still muscle ache and slight fever though.
I’m sorry guys. I was overseas on a personal vacation. Then something traumatic happened to Rachel right after we came back. I have turned to writing to drown my sorrows. Yet it is so painful, recounting the happy times we spent together. Enjoy.
The dinner appointment went relatively well as I think I managed not to screw up (having finished reading the think stack of documents in my office). I was exceptionally thankful that he was able to converse in perfect English throughout the dinner as my barely passable Chinese would have convinced him not to invest in our next project. Rachel’s Chinese was vastly better but I doubt she could have done it either.
I took a seat in the sofa when we got back into the hotel and stared blankly out into Victoria Harbour at night. Rachel walked past me and out into the large balcony and shook a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvee hard, popping the cork out into the road below us. I heard the distinct pop and hoped that there were no cars hit by the cork.
Rachel, still in her heels, invited me to go out into the balcony with her and celebrate my first successful deal. In the cool night, I drank the Krug straight from the bottle as I leaned precariously onto the low glass barrier, looking at the world famous night scene in front of me. Rachel took the bottle from me at times and together, we finished the bottle.
We walked into the large bathroom to find that warm water with rose petals have already been filled for us in the tub overlooking Victoria Harbour. I unzipped Rachel’s Versace dress and undressed myself before we slipped into the water and kissed like long lost lovers.
The passion ignited my member down below and he stirred to life. I took the opportunity during the slight pause between kisses to get on top of her and push hard into her. I say hard because the water actually makes it harder for me to enter her. Perhaps it is because the water dilutes her natural lubricants, making it a “dry” entrance.
The sound of water sloshing about filled the room as our bodies intertwined. I could see water splashing out of the tub as I struggled to keep Rachel’s head above the water. She gripped me hard, convulsing as she came hard in the water. I followed not long after, cumming inside her, before we lay in the tub, looking out at the magnificent night view across the bay.
We sat lay there till the water cooled. I took her hand, leading her out of the tub and into the large shower. I made sure the water was of the right temperature before taking her hand and leading her under the shower. I watched water flow down her hair and she lowered her head a little so water did not get into her eyes.
I turned off the water and applied Davi shampoo onto her long luscious hair and she did the same for me. I closed my eyes as I felt water come on again and Rachel massaged the shampoo off my hair. The water was turned off a while later and I felt soft hands wiping water away from my face. I opened my eyes to see Rachel holding my face in her hands.
I wanted time to stand still. There we were, standing in a magnificent shower stall with views of the harbour. There I was, in Rachel’s hands. There it was – perfection.