Apologies in advance if my writing style is abit too draggy, bad habit of mine.
“Goes past one, drifts to the right..he’s all clear! He looks up and SHOOTS!”
*Smack*
I felt something hit me in the face, putting an end to my dreams of playing soccer at an international level.
Groggy and dizzy, eyes half open, i caught a glimpse of a window draped with saffron curtains. Moonlight poured into the room, lending me some visibility to see that there’s a bedside table with an electronic clock. It read 4:05 in neon red figures.
Then it dawned on me…i was half, wait, totally naked. The “thing” that hit me? It was a hand, and it was attached to a brunette longer than shoulder length hair, with fake eye lashes still on her right eye. The blanket covered the rest of her body, but i could make out that she had a slim frame, and rather generous assets, Bs at the most but they fit her perfectly. It was an alluring sight, the look on her face inspite of her sleeping, was one that i wouldnt mind making love to and seeing her slightly smudged pink lips around my cock. Attempting to not get distracted, i tried to recall what happen.
‘What the fuck happened last night?’
‘Did I have sex with her? Did I use protection? Fuck, is she a hooker? Do i owe her money? Do I have money?’
After awhile, my brain finally became alert. I was in a hotel, and after turning the bedside lamp on, it was clear by the way the clothes were tossed around, i had sex with this gal, and we werent gentle about it. My shirt had quite a few missing buttons. I found her purple lace bra near the door, and a red thong beside the bed. Sexy combination, especially with her figure…which i caught a sneak peek of when i took a second look at her with the lights now on.
She seems to be of mixed descent, asian and something, caucasian. Model-like figure, hourglass shaped. Perfectly round breast with cute brown nipples, she’s at least 1.7, definately model material.
Her vagina was completely exposed, with her legs spread out, cleanly shaved, her vulva and vaginal lips were totally delectable. There’s temptation to go down on her, get my tongue lost inside her and explore all of her. I spotted, to my relief, dried cum spots, just above her clit. Guessed i pulled out in time.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed…incoming message? At 4?
“Boy, wru? Your interview is later today, why havent u reply my msg?”
It was my mum.
Fuck, i forgot. The first day of my internship at E corp, one of the biggest ecommerce companies was later today. Cannot afford to fuck up, yet i chose to enjoy myself one last time before surrendering my freedom.
Let’s back it up here, I’m currently studying in university, business and finance. 24y/o, 1.84m, chinese, relatively fit with abs and muscle, credits to my gym addiction. I had a girlfriend before in JC, but it ended due to army commitments.
Fumbling around, i dressed up quietly and left like 100dollars after i found my wallet. It was to pay for the hotel and/or sex, cause i honestly had no idea what sort of arrangement was made. While it definately wasnt enough, it was all i had on me. Muttering sorry, i left the room.
Leaving the hotel, i saw the word “Hilton”. Fuck, 100 isnt even going to cover 1 night. Too late to regret now, yolo.
I cabbed home and reached home around 5ish to a furious and worried mum. I remembered asking her to wake me up in the morning, just in case, a few days back. Seemed like a good idea back then, now it’s a fking terrible mistake. She must have stayed up wondering how to wake someone who wasnt there.
Bathed, caught a few Zs, and dressed up and went down for my first day of internship.
“Hi V, im mrs soh, but u can call me Olivia. You will be reporting to me, i shall give u a brief tour of the office, pantry and i believe Mr Augustine Ang might drop by later. So u can see him in person. For now, just follow me.”
Augustine Ang, 67, was a well known public figure, a self made billionaire and also the owner of E corp. A brilliant mind along with a ruthless attitude helped him get to where he is now, albeit with a few enemies and lost friendships.
The rest of the morning dragged on with a tour and a list of duties, although for most part, i was to shadow Olivia and work alongside another intern to help Olivia out.
Tbh, Olivia herself was somewhat distracting. Marriage and work didnt affect her figure one bit and her tight clothing helped to accentuate her voluptous figure even more. She had sharp features, high cheekbones and extremely piercing brow eyes, and an infectious smile and laughter. Clad in a black sleeveless one piece and judging by her toned arms, she probably works out pretty often too, flat stomach, curvaceous af, with B cup breasts which seemed bigger thanks to the push up bra she wore. She said she was in her early 30s, married to her university boyfriend. Lucky bugger.
“If you are unsure, just give me a ring ok?”
“Wedding ring?”
That got a laugh out of her, along with a smack to my arm. I had to try my luck and see if she was open to flirting. I caught her staring/ checking me out a couple of times, luckily hers seem to be more of the sexual nature. Seems like her marriage aint that strong after all. Shotgun wedding maybe?
Lunch hour came, and Olivia was kind enough to accompany me. Bonded over fitness and workout habits, she was a crossfit enthutsiast. she agreed to one day train together, that got my hopes up. Discovered that her marriage was possibly shaky, that her husband, an accountant was deployed overseas pretty often.
She was easy going, beautiful and hot. Her husband’s loss, my possible gain?
Around 3.45, Mr Augustine Ang finally arrived to much fanfare. It was alittle surreal, akin to meeting a celebrity.
After talking to the other dept heads, he came to Olivia and the 2 engaged in conversation.
A fee minutes passed and Olivia signalled me to come.
She introduced me to Mr Ang, and after exchanging pleasantries, he spoke to me. Awestruck, i prayed i didnt come across as some mumbling fool.
“V, sorry your workload is doubled right now. The other intern was missing, but is present now.”
In came a brunette past shoulder length hair 1.7m tall caucasian gal with fake eyelashes, hourglass figure…definately model mater..wait, she looks kinda familiar someho…ehh, is this a joke? Pretty sure i recognise those breast, inspite of them being clothed. I probably did some nasty and unspeakable things to them a few hours ago.
I stood still, shocked, mouth semi open, uncertain of what to do.
“Hi, I’m Melanie, Mr Ang’s daughter. Pleased to meet you.” she offered her hand, with a little smirk.
Oh. My. God. Houston, we have a problem.
Thankfully, Mr Ang and Olivia didnt notice my expression of disbelief. I shook her hand, with a really weak “hi”.
" Please forgive my daughter, she had a late start. Teenagers nowadays, real handful. And I shall leave her in your capable hands, Olivia." With that, Mr Ang left.
“Well V, i shall let u and Melanie get aqcuainted. Just recap what i told you, ya? I got to settle some emails.” And it was just the two of us.
I avoided looking at her and turned away, fully aware that she was looking at me. Not wanting Olivia to hear any, if any, of our conversation, i hurried to the pantry, which fortunately was empty.
He said teenager right? I didnt hear him wrongly right? Did she tell her dad? How did she explain to him why she was late? So many questions yet so awkward to ask her. It would be unbearable.
“Nice of you to leave me behind. You do that with every girl you sleep with?” Melanie strutted into the pantry, helping herself to some water.
Her white strapless one piece hugged her body in all the right places, distracting me for a moment. She was clearly wearing a gstring, the outline of her butt could clearly be seen through her outfit. The black high heels she wore simply accentuated her long legs even further.
I took a deep breath, tried to compose myself.
“Ehh, not really..no. Look…erm, I’m really sor..”
“Save it. It’s no big deal. Not the first time anyway.”
I looked at her, unsure how to reply…the whole teenager thing was still bothering me. She seemed to be able to read my mind.
“I’m 19, turning 20 this year.”
“Erm, right…okay. Ehh about last night…”
“Nobody knows except us 2…and the cab driver that drove us, you got alittle handsy and frisky. My clit got really acquainted with your fingers during the ride. I’m surprised he didnt crash into a streetpole, he kept on staring at his rearview mirror. I suppose me moaning didnt help”
Oh God, I must have been really high and horny last night. I don’t recall any of this at all.
“Shit…I’m really sorry. I got way too wasted last night. I..eh, i dont know how i can make it up to you but i’ll try.”
“Relax my dear, it’s okay. I am kinda adventurous when it comes to sex, sexually experimental, possibly nymphomaniac, you know? I just wanna try things, sex things. I don’t know if the hangover is messing with me now but i think you can make it up to me right now.”
“Now?”
“The pantry’s empty, and I think we could do with a ten minute break together. If you catch my drift.”
Sorry for the delay, had to settle with real life issues
With that, she sat up on a coffee table and spread her legs alitte. I caught a glimpse of her black lacy gstring.
“V, stop staring and fuck me.”
Her last 2 words, said with a hint of sluttiness, along with her throwing me looks of desperation, the desire for sex and to be filled up. I felt a slight stir in my pants, fuck, she looks so hot.
“Are you crazy? People will hear us!”
“And? Its my dad’s company, so what if i wanna fuck the intern? Stop overthinking.”
Then, in a serious and somewhat threatening tone.
“Alternatively, i could tell my dad what happened last night. And that you fucked his teenage daughter in the ass. Your choice.”
“What? Seriously?”
A mixture of emotions washed over me. Mostly anger and disbelief at being blackmailed by a 19 year old.
“Tick tock V. Your hard on isnt going away by itself, you know.”
She pulled me in, real close to her. Oh God, she smells so good. The bugle in my pants was just inches away from her, her left hand slipped downwards to greet it. She leaned in and whispered seductively into my ear.
“I recall us using up the two condoms you had last night. Ever fuck a girl without one? I heard it’s pretty amazing, especially for you.”
At this point, i sincerely wished i conducted myself as a gentleman and turned her down, avoiding ruining my internship at E Corp, on the very first day too. But alas, i succumbed, the blood had surged into my rock hard angry cock, and the only way to calm it down was to ravage this girl before me. Fuck her in so many positions till she’s sore and unable to walk to her desk properly. Primal lust had taken over me, and i could only hang on for the ride.
We kissed like 2 long lost lovers, my right hand went behind her head to pull her in closer. She followed suit with her right hand. Our tongues clashed and danced around each other, both exploring the other’s mouth.
Her left hand was rubbing my groin up and down, my penis was on the verge of bursting through both my boxers and pants. All this time, she still smells so wonderfully good, like jasmine flowers mixed with a hint of sexual arousal and desire from her body. It was driving me crazy.
She was thursting her body forward as much as she possibly could while sitting on the table, sticking her breast out as far as she could. They were greeted by my other hand. I gave her left breast a gentle squeeze through her outfit. She let out a soft moan.
“Oh, V.”
She hugged me with both her legs, bringing me even closer to her. At this point, i was literally fucking her with all our clothes on. My hand roamed downwards and lifted her off the table, grabbing her butt, squeezing them at the same time. I felt her wetness, her need to be filled. All the dry humping had left my pants wet with all her juices.
Backing her up against the wall, i stopped our tongue fight and started kissing her neck, drawing out more moans from her. Her eyes closed, her breathing ragged and her back was arched. She was totally in the moment, completely surrendering herself to me.
I reached down to unbuckle my pants, and then…
*SLAP*
What the fuck? She slapped me across the face. Totally unexpected and caught off guard, i literally went sprawling to the ground…almost. I regained my balance and looked up at her, staring, eyes with rage and surprise.
“You wished every girl would be this easy, don’t you?” she chuckled alittle and smiled at me.
I was speechless, what is wrong with girls nowadays. Is it an “in-thing” to leave guys high and dry? Blue balls syndrome?
“Nothing in life comes easy, V. While i will admit you were pretty good last night, you got to work for it. Yea, i can be horny, but i still like the romance part. You were pretty romantic last night, for a drunk.”
She straighten her dress and helped me up. Noticing the sour look on my face, she gave me a light peck on the lips.
“Cheer up cupcake, dont make me feel bad for slapping you.” She place her right hand on my cheek and massaged it slightly.
I was still a tad annoyed but that slap did cause me to leash the sexual beast within me, the one driven purely by lust. I could have probably gotten myself killed, if Mr Ang found out.
Then it occured to me that it was way, way too much of a coincidence…the way last night events unfolded.
“You knew who i was last night.” I said it matter-of-factly.
She chuckled again and flashed me her megawatt smile.
“Yea, I knew. But it was by chance that i happened to go clubbing that night. I recognised you from the resume you sent in. When my dad told me i had to work alongside another intern, i figured i ought to find out who.”
She poured me a cup of water and we both sat down at the coffee table after rearranging some of the tea and coffee packets that got thrashed around by our make out session.
“I saw you amongst the whole crowd and i thought it would be fun to mess around with you, and the next day, shock you when u see me again. I wasnt thinking about sleeping with you. Just alittle flirting and touching was all i wanted to do. So kudos to you for knowing your way with the ladies, haha.”
She stuck out her tongue when she said this and started laughing again, especially when she saw the somewhat annoyed look on my face.
“Look, if you are still grouchy over the whole slap inccident. Then impress me, again. Then I promise the pantry wont be the only place we do it while at work.”
She mentioned this in a somewhat hopeful tone, as if she was hoping i wouldnt let her down. I suppose its time to play my cards right, and cash in when it’s due.
The next couple of weeks flew by, Melanie and I had lots to learn and work to do. The neverending demands for information and research was tasked to us. We had to find out performance history, reputation, credibility of various companies and see if it was profitable for E corp to work together with them.
Inspite of the busy working hours, Melanie and I bonded pretty well. Being very straightforward, she could sometimes do with a filter tbh. I found her to be alittle spoilt, typically of all rich kids, inspite of her numerous denials. Prior to staring work at E Corp, she was traveling around Europe in her own yatch, with her friends. They were pretty much hosting parties on the yatch every night at different countries, getting high and totally wasted.
Her laidback attitude was both an asset as well as a liability. She had goals in life but was too lazy to make the effort to pursue them. Her really chill, easy going vibe she exudes made her a huge hit in the office, especially amongst the male staff, both married and single.
She was well aware of the attention and never let it get to her head, although i never fail to mock her about it. She was happy to entertain them but always made it clear that nothing was going to come out of all their interactions.
“Sorry, i dont want to go out for drinks on friday. Or saturday, or sunday…or with you, for that matter. You are married for fuck sake, go be with your wife and stop hitting on young girls.”
Like i said…straightforward, abit too straightforward.
I found out her parents were divorced and she pretty much had ALOT of money to spend on a daily basis. But she still chose to eat at the cafeteria with me and, whenever she was free, Olivia. I eventually did find out where most of her moolah went to, but that was much much later. It was only under her dad’s insistence that she came to work at E Corp. I suppose he probably had enough of her wild ways.