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I could ring other top hotels in HK to check if they have suites remaining for that week,
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I could continue to stay at the suite I was staying at,
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He could ask if there were other (smaller) suites available in Intercontinental,
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He could try his best to bump the guest for the rest of the 4 days.
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Glad to clarify bro. actually I’ve never done paid shoots before (my dad funded my collection) so if you’re hiring a photographer’s assistance, you might want to consider hiring me
I would love to learn about lighting setups and studio photography etc.
I don’t know how you managed to read the post right above that but not this post.
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Keep it coming.. I look forward to each update!
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Good stuff. Hope all is well with you. Hope the new year brings happiness to you bro.
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Will be camping here until u finish the story, bro.. haha.. can’t wait for the next update.. =)
Thanks bros and Happy New Year! On a happier note, updates coming same time tonight
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Bro, that’s a hell of a pro combination - nice bokeh, sharp images, nice colour etc. Wish we could see these pictures, I’m sure the quality is solid. Bro, can share some please? Would appreciate it very much!
I have already shared what there is to share. My apologies.
In the screening room, lit by only the large TV, I could see Rachel curled up in her chair. Her panties were barely visible as her skirt had hiked up to her butt. I walked out of the room again, on the pretext of getting a coke refill.
Satisfied with the things in the living room, I went back into the movie room again. This time, I used the Samsung tablet to turn on the lights in the room and turn off the TV. Before Rachel could react, I caught a glimpse of her white cotton panties.
R: What’s wrong? What happened?
Me: Nothing.
I took her hand and led her out into the living room where I used the tablet to increase the volume of the classical music already playing through the Focal speakers. I can’t say I like Focal’s sound but in reality, I was focusing more on Rachel than the sound.
Rachel and I kissed each other passionately on the same sofa we had sex in just days before. I slipped her Chanel dress off her shoulders to reveal her white cotton bra. I was about to unclasp her bra from behind when she told me to stop. She looked cross, as if she was going to reject me and stormed into the bedroom.
R: Wait for me in the screening room!
I heard her. I had no choice but to go back in, wondering what she had up her sleeves. She walked in moments later, holding her laptop in one hand and looking for something with her free hand. I wondered what she was looking for, but realised later when she held up the HDMI cable. She plugged it into the wall mount and I covered my mouth in shock.
Japanese porn started playing on the huge TV and the Klipsch speakers did an amazing job at reproducing the moans just as they were recorded. I made sure the door was locked before acting out the scene on TV.
I gripped Rachel’s hair hard as I pounded her from the back. The recliner was reclined (albeit not fully) to a position where I could doggy her comfortably. Jap AVs don’t last very long and I tried my best to hold it in as long as the male actor. With a final thrust, the male actor ran in front of the girl, wanking himself off furiously onto the girl’s face. I did the same, sad that Rachel didn’t choose a film with a creampie at the end.
Hand in hand, we walked towards the toilet. Rachel was careful enough to double back to unplug and turn off her laptop before we proceeded back into the bathroom. I wiped Rachel’s face clean and passed her a bathrobe. Happy that we were both sufficiently dressed, I called for our butler on the tablet so he could set up a bath for us.
Our last bath in the hotel was absolutely magnificent. The bath tub for two was filled with warm water, so we could adjust its temperature accordingly. There were red rose petals floating on the water and there was evidence of a copious amount of bath salts added. There was no mistaking the smell of roses there.
Scented candles were also lit by the tub and there was another bowl of bath salts conveniently placed on the marble still in case we wanted more. The Jacuzzi had also been turned on and there was ambient music playing to distract us from the sound of bobbling water.
We appreciated the dimmed lighting as we lay in the tub, arms around each other’s shoulders, taking in the night view from the 26th floor one last time.
9 June 2012
For the first time in about a week, I was able to wake up late with Rachel. Both of us woke almost simultaneously and the battle for the toilet was only avoided because we had two of them in the suite. Being the gentleman, I relieved myself in the smaller toilet in the gym, giving Rachel the master bath. The double sink in the master bath was helpful as my toothbrush was in that toilet.
There was just something about the way Rachel looks when she just wakes up. Her hair was messy and she stifled a yawn but there was just something about her that was so cute and lovable. She brushed her hair as I continued to brush my teeth next to her. I rinsed my mouth and walked over to hug her from the back, taking in her smell, accumulated in the night. I kissed the back of her head and told her that I would be waiting in the dining room.
It was finally Saturday – my week of internship has finally ended.
I called our butler to prepare breakfast for three while Rachel was still getting ready in the bathroom. A chef came up with our butler and three other guys carrying the ingredients for breakfast. The cold dish, fruits and drinks were set up on the dining table as I read the news on an armchair. I used the cordless phone to call Diana, asking her if she wanted breakfast.
Rachel appeared in the dining area just before our doorbell rang. Rachel was looking good in a T-shirt and a pair of hot pants but she was ultimately overshadowed by Diana who was wearing a blue body-hugging dress which ended as high as Rachel’s pants.
Me: Morning Diana, what time are you heading to the airport?
D: I’m sorry sir; your father called yesterday and told me to stay for another week so I can take care of you and Ms Rachel.
I shrugged my shoulders and took another look at Diana. Her curves were definitely well accentuated in that dress.
My butler packed our suitcases while we enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast spread on the dining table for ten. Midway through breakfast, Diana received a phone call which she answered away from the table. In the corner of my eye, I could see her frown before walking out into the balcony to continue the conversation.
I thought nothing of it and continued feasting on my breakfast. Unfortunately, bad news was to follow.
D: Sir, I’m sorry but there are no longer any speciality suites available in the Intercontinental. They do have the Presidential Suite available as you requested, but it’s only for 3 days.
I immediately rang my uncle who gave me a list of options.
My uncle suggested the Ritz and the Island Shangri-la. The Shangri-la was on the “wrong side” of the harbour and I opted to give the Ritz a try, knowing that it was the tallest hotel in Hong Kong. My Da Shu booked me into the Ritz Carlton Suite for the whole week and promised to meet me at the Ritz’s lobby in an hour.
Everything seemed great. The checkout was practically non-existent, our luggage were loaded onto a LX460 and we were off to the Ritz in a two toned Phantom. In fact, everything was perfect until we reached the room.
We met my uncle on the 100th floor of the building where the lobby was. The General Manager of the hotel himself led us to the large suite, accosted by a small team of security, to ensure that we were not harassed on the way there. I watched as he tapped the room card in the lift so that we could go up to the 117th floor of the hotel. The same action was needed to get into the room.
I wondered off into the marble tiled living room of the suite and looked out of the sprawling windows. I was able to see past the mountains which were in my way in the previous hotel but the boats below seemed so small and unreal. I took two steps back and realised that I could not see the water at all. I turned around and told my Da Shu that he would have to find me a hotel which was closer to the water; such as the Intercontinental.
The 6 car convoy left the Ritz minutes later towards the Intercontinental where my uncle tried his best to make things work.
Sorry, was too busy to update the past few days.
My uncle’s Phantom drove into the staff entrance of the hotel first followed by our Maybach. The four black LX460s were not allowed in because of space constrains and they acted as blockades outside.
We were met by a male in a suit – a stark contrast to the staff donning white uniforms in the hotel – and brought to a 9th floor corner suite. My first impression of the room was how small it was compared to both suites that we just came from. The manager apologised profusely, saying that this was the largest room type that would be available for the whole week.
I walked through the cluttered living room, standing behind the brown sofa, and took in the breath-taking view from the window. It felt as though I was standing right at the Avenue of Stars, but air conditioned and sheltered from the rain outside. It was different from the taller and further views I had from my previous hotel and the Ritz. I knew then that I needed to stay in the Intercontinental.
I enquired again about the fabled Presidential Suite, the largest in Asia, and was told that there would only be a 3 night vacancy from Sunday to Tuesday. There would be a party held there tonight and a businessman would be coming from Wednesday to Saturday. We were offered an option upgrade for the 3 nights which I gladly took.
Our 8 suitcases were immediately brought up from 2 LX460s waiting outside the lobby. 3 butlers were enlisted to bring them to the room and they only managed to fit 3 of them in the storage area in the bedroom. What a disappointment.
I checked out the marble clad toilet and found a small tub with views of the harbour. I would have felt even closer to the Harbour, if not for the brown building in the corner of my eye. There were 4 of all the towels given, a sign that an orgy should take place. I nodded in approval when I saw the Ferragamo toiletries but was far less tolerant of the small make up ledge (not because I wanted to use it).
Tea of our choice was brought up to our room and a butler helped us to cut our welcome fruits. I enjoyed the Dragon fruit coupled with my Japanese Green Tea while I looked out of the window, past the small executive desk sitting in my line of sight. The small Bose speakers were no match for the Focal speakers in my previous hotel but I enjoyed my music sufficiently while Rachel tested the tub.
Rachel and I had a simple dinner in the room at 6. The food and presentation was far inferior to that in our previous hotel and I began to see the vast difference in treatments in these two hotels. I was glad that we were moving to a larger room in less than 24 hours.
Rachel and I took a romantic walk down the Avenue of Stars, taking turns to pose with the statue of Bruce Lee as the sun slowly set behind us.
We were in the mood for some fun during the walk but I lost interest when we entered the small suite again. I was certainly in need of a larger room.
Sorry guys. Not ending soon. Just been really really busy. Paiseh.
10 June 2012
We left the claustrophobic room at 9am, heading to the rather crowded lounge downstairs for breakfast. I made sure that our luggage was neatly packed so that they would be moved to our new room once it was available.
My uncle had left one of his Maybachs outside the hotel, at my beck and call. It was already waiting for us at 10, ready to take us shopping. The chauffeur was very knowledgable of the shopping places in HK (since my uncle has 3 daughters and a wife) and recommended we go to the Langham Place first since I insistd on checking out Mongkok.
Most of the shops in the mall were still closed when we arrived so we took the opportunity to walk around the general area before heading back to the mall at 11. Rachel tried time and time again to drag me into jewellery shops which lined the streets but their prices were significantly higher than Tiffany.
Excited that the large H&M store was finally open, Rachel took my hand and dragged me in. We were both surprised at how cheap the clothes were (I always knew HK was cheaper than Singapore for clothes shopping but S$11.50 for a basic tee?). Rachel hurriedly grabbed one of everything she liked that fits her while Diana helped us to queue. 11am on a Sunday morning and there was already a long queue at the counter. Who would have thought?
Diana brought the shopping back to the car as Rachel dragged me to the A|X a few stores away. I took longer than Rachel because she kept sending me into the changing rooms to see if the clothes she chose look nice on me. I thought she put back most of the clothes I tried but it turned out that she was storing them at the casher.
I never knew that anyone could spend 2 very happily hours shopping for someone else. If it was me, I would have died of boredom twice over (which I would soon learn).
We went to a steak café on the top floor of the mall for lunch. We had some scallops for the appetiser and Rachel went with a Salmon Fillet in a steak restaurant. I, of course, went with a Black Angus which didn’t really taste that good. I never liked my steak to have a charcoal taste.
We headed down to level 4 to have some desserts in the Haagen Dazs. We ordered 4 scoops of ice cream and Rachel spoon-fed me while I lay back in the armchair, replying to messages for the first time in days. That was also when I saw the happy 2 months anniversary message Joanne sent me a few days back and felt a pang of guilt.
We grabbed a drink from the nearby Starbucks and headed further down to continue shopping the day away. Rachel picked up a pair of heels from Aldo and jeans from CK and many many other merchandises from the various shops in the mall. My favourite shopping place was Bee Cheng Hiang where I got to buy some Ba Kua, which reminded me of home.
I appreciated why the InterContinental’s Presidential Suite was often termed the best in Asia when I finally stepped in. I had no idea what I was missing out on before I set foot in the duplex suite. There were huge floor to ceiling windows, similar to those found in the previous hotel we stayed in but these were taller, giving the room an airier feel.
Diana informed us that a private chef was already getting our dinner ready in the suite’s kitchen and we could take a bath before coming down from dinner. I took the chance to tell her that she could stay in the suite with us since there were four unused bedrooms that would otherwise go to waste.
The bath had been set when Rachel and I walked into the spacious bathroom in the suite. The circular tub was large enough for two and there were bubbles covering the entire tub. Rachel stripped off her blouse and jeans, giving me an incredible hard on and I hesitated stripping.
R: What’s the matter? Shy?
Rachel moved closer to me, holding me in her arms and I took in her incredible scent. Her hand moved down to unbutton my jeans, brushing against my hard member.
R: Somebody’s hard.
I heard myself groan as she moved her fingers down expertly, from outside my underwear. She removed it in a single downward motion and my erect member stood just in front of her bare pussy. That was it. She walked into the water, privates covered by the bubbles. I would have to strip off my top myself and join her in the water if I wanted anymore.
I slipped into the tub with her and my left hand started autoroaming down her body until I found her waxed pussy. I love it waxed as there was no rough feel compared to if she shaved it. Rachel slapped my hands away, halting my advances.
R: No no.
Me: I kept it in last night already. It’s hard to keep it in for two days in a row when you’re naked next to me like that.
R: Keep your hands to yourself or else I’ll make it three days.
With that, she grabbed my cock momentarily before standing up and walking into the shower to rinse off the foam. I was left dumbstruck, alone in the tub, until she got out and dried herself with a towel. I shook my head as she dropped the towel and walked into the master bedroom, knowing that I couldn’t follow her because I was still dripping foam onto the marble floor.
It still wouldn’t go down even after I rinsed the foam off with cold water and dried myself.
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Brother, see what I found!
http://m.travel.cnn.com/hong-kong/ea...aurants-674709
“The first thing we encountered at Fook Lam Moon was a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulling up at the main entrance, casually letting out a rotund, weary-looking man and his two hungry, young offspring who bounced noisily to the door of the Hong Kong dim sum restaurant as though they were visiting grandma’s house.”
Was that you and Rachel???
Hahaha no la that article was written in 2011. Besides, a lot of Rolls Royces pull up there daily.
and my uncle is far from round hahaha!