Yippee yay yay, today is Friday thank God. I am so tired with work. This administrative job seemed so mundane. I don't think a Marketing graduate should be running errands like a secretary, does filing for a senior executive's back logs or even climb the ladder of the store in my pretty Jimmy Choo. Sigh. This defines 'bully.' Just because I am a fresh graduate, it does not mean I have to slog my way up like it used to some 20-30 years back.
I think I need to revalidate my goals. If Marketing is something I believe to be enjoying and develop in my career, I then should focus on developing myself. No more accepting a job just for the sake of money.
This administrative job is just so wrong. I'm not complaining of its hard work. I'm just upset that I allow myself to succumb to a job that is totally unrelated to my interest and field of study. I don't even mind coloring flyers or even walk the streets wearing a cartoon character like Sponge Bob, shaking hands with kids and all. Though stupid, at least it has got something to do with Marketing. That is what I mean.
I will flip the papers and resubmit my resume to those manpower agencies tomorrow. Fresh grad can't be overly choosy or demanding when experience is zilch. Got to start somewhere, some how.
That is how boring life is in the office. So to keep myself going and looking forward, I work with my eyes wide open. Now that I am 6 months with the company, I have more or less met everyone. And yes, indeed the Marketing and Sales guys are far interesting lot. Better looking too.
Anyway, the good thing about this place is its interesting blend of age groups. Half the population is infested with young people. So the energy is great. Lots of energy. Of course where Marketing and Sales is concerned, 80% of their force is the vibrant young.
Yes, I know what you will be wondering by now. If I have set my eyes on anyone or have I whisked someone off or have I been hooked.
No. That is my answer to the latter 2. I do not believe in being in a relationship. I do not believe in being committed to someone. Not at this point in my life. Not for the things I have experience with men so far.
I have been giving one of the Marketing guys the attention but yet, there is another person who is always giving me the attention instead.
Let me describe more about them. Aaron. This is the one whom I batted my attention on. The type of Chinese guy I would turn to look if I walked pass. He is a six footer. Reasonably fair because he does not work outdoor much but I believe if he does, he could definitely carry a good tan. He dons a smart handsome spiky hair cut, chinky eyes, sharp pointed nose, great physique (gathered from what he wore), cute thin lips, high cheek bones, distinctive chin and speaks ardently well English. I am impressed. To top to this perfection, he is charming, pretty much a true gentleman in his manners and dresses up well. Oh honestly, I look forward to check him out each day. He takes the initiative to match his tie, cufflinks and shirt. So much so that it is great to just notice him. Not a single day of dressing down. Oh!
By the way, Aaron is 27 years old and unfortunately, very attached to his steady girlfriend I was told. Double oh! In terms of status in the corporate ladder, Aaron is climbing the ladder and is doing very well. It seems he has been identified as one of the future leaders in years to come.
Then there is Cheng. The archetype of a Malaysian Chinese guy. He is about 5'8, reasonably sized with a small shadow of tummy gauging from his boring working shirts. Always blue, white or pastel green, yellow or pink. And he dons a selection of quite boring ties. He is also chinky, but Cheng has a round face with round nose and nothing to shout about looks, neither fair nor tan. He is someone you would not look twice if he walks pass. Primadonnas would not even realize his existent. Cheng speaks Manglish, and if required, he speaks reasonably well English but with fellow Chinese colleagues, he speaks in Cantonese. Huh! Gauging from his style, he would make an Ah Lian dream man.
However said, Cheng is a distinct figure head in Sales even though he is only 33. So he carries a level of confidence when he walks and talks. Needless to say, like every sales man, he talks (not speak) very well. His power of convincing and sweet talking if just too good to be true. People believe every word he says. Even the tea lady treats him like a gem because he could cream, oil and butter her to extend that she thinks she is a sweet sixteen virgin making coffee for him every morning! Just listening to the way she purrs at him every morning is enough to make every strain on my hair stand.
Let me talk about Cheng first. He is the guy who showered me all the attention from the very first day I joined.
Cheng and the whole company perceived me to be the innocent, sweet, young graduate who is there always waiting to be helped. Yeah, some damsel / virgin in distress, waiting to be waited upon and rescued. And I do let them feel that way? You bet. After all, what have I got to lose? Of course, there are the disadvantages.
I have got office aunties and old maids disliking me because the attention I earned and showered upon most often than not by the men bosses (which explains the reason I am the receiving end to being ‘bullied’ to do odd jobs). To add to their hatred, I am always dressed to the utmost professional sophistication though, I always ensured a hint of provocation here and there. Like a slight show of cleavage from the unbuttoned working shirts, my 3-4 inch stilettos which makes me strut when I walk with bosom forward and tout butt (thanks to Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik), tight fitting stretchable working skirts that accentuates my firm bottom, high slit pencil skirts that cuts to almost reaching the curve of the butt or even a figure hugging blousing that wraps my 36B breasts like two very firm, pointed melons, waiting to burst open anytime.
For one, I have got an ugly late thirties woman boss who finally got hitched by an old man of 55. She was desperate I was told. But frankly, I don't care. After all, this is not my life plus, I do not intend to stay in this company for too long. So even if she hates me what I got, I do not care.
Cheng invited me out for lunch 3 days after I joined. When I was introduced to him the first day during my walk-around introduction, I could see the attention his eyes had on me. In fact, he was staring from the very beginning of the introduction to the very moment I left his office. He certainly checked me out from head to toe without qualms. I stayed looking innocent.
To be honest, I am not interested. Not a single bit. He is far below my taste (compared to the men I have dated and bedded) but I don't think it is worth any foe to make. So when he invited me for lunch, my instinct was to subtly, sweetly turn him down, blaming for the work load (which is true since every old lady in my unit seemed to seize the opportunity to 'train' me by way of shoving me some of their mundane task). But that did not stop Cheng.
He seemed to be on my floor every few days, looking for someone or passing by for meetings so he can give me a quick "Hi." Initially, he starts calling me up asking to check for some stuff for his Sales unit. After a few weeks of professional calls, the conversation became friendlier and personal. He starts asking about me, probing and questioning to know me better. Or so it seems. I relent from being professional and shared what ever he wished to know while maintaining the SYT image. But I ensured he knows me from just that and nothing more personal. In between these conversations, I learnt that he is already going out with someone and this someone is to marry in a year or so.
If that is made very clear to me, I must then be his last avenue of flirt before he ties the knot. Oh, what a typical man! Bastard.
By the second month, he calls me up every day to chat for at least half an hour. I just played along. And I am still using the excuse of overloaded work from going lunch with him. Of course, he was persistent over having lunch so finally, I agreed. But between conversations, he certainly knows how to flatter.
The thing about people like him, he will ensure we never have lunch in the vicinity of the office so we always eat way beyond the office area. I suspect this is to ward off office gossip and the fact that he is about to get married. Just to play safe.
One fine day when I was 5 months old on the job, while he was driving out, he held my hand. I smiled at him when he did it and I am sure he thought I enjoyed than warmth attention. Oh, how silly some men can get. I mean, who is he kidding, at one point he made it clear he belongs to some woman and on the other, he is attempting to start something with me. I believe he thinks his sweet talks are buying me in after all.
I did not let his hand go. I allowed him because I wanted to see how far he could even think and believe himself going from here.
Then just last Friday, he popped me this question while we were almost reaching the office after lunch in his car, the silver E46 Beemer, "Can I kiss you?"
"Am I as delicious as that cheesecake we had just now that you want to kiss me?" I teased.
"Oh common Shanice, you know what I mean," he tried persuading me. To add to his predicament, I challenged him.
"How about dinner tonight and we talk further ok? After all, I'm late. You know how these old ladies will be if I'm late," I said.
"Dinner? You will be available to have dinner tonight?" he asked again, he looked disbelieved.
"Yes. Why not?"
"Ummm, let me check if I can make it tonight alright, but this is something I am so happy to know you can. I'll call you afterwards to let you know ok?" he assured me.
Of course, he made himself available that night. At 7.30pm, he drove us to Villa Danieli for dinner. Like most Malaysian Chinese, he ordered pizza because that was the only Italian food he likes best. Urgh. I disregard his taste for that moment, ordered my favorite Moet and veal parmigiana. We drank quite a bit and quickly, the content of bottle seemed to have evaporated within minutes. When we got light headed, I was daring with my questions and he was opening even more.
With that, I drew back to the question about the kiss he asked from me. He looked worried that he upset me. And as usual, words of flattery came pouring like a broken dam. How beautiful I am to him, how he loves my sparking big eyes, how he loves the way I dress (how lame) and how he enjoys my company including those simple daily conversations. Apparently, I make his day no matter how bad or tired he is, every time we talk.
At this point, I do not hold any feelings for him other than a male company who seemed to be infatuated with me. I enjoyed the attention though.
I ordered another Moet and we continued drinking, all these while, he holding my hand, stroking it every so often as if it was a precious gem bestowed by his fairy God mother.
By 11pm, when Danieli is to close, he insisted we proceed to Bar Savannh. With a state of light headedness, I agreed without much thought.
The place was packed as usual. Everyone was busy enjoying themselves. We settled ourselves at a corner where music is still audible though every nook was infested with people. The crowd was packed with everybody almost touching one another - dancing, making small talks, drinking their hearts out or just chilling and checking out the opposite sex.
I got myself a Mojito and he got a JD Coke and we started to make small talks as we enjoyed the music. Not forgetting, we had already 2 bottles of Moet and now cocktail and liquor. 15 minutes later, he took my hand and started to dance with me. Slowly, he pulled me closer. Closer and closer we got. As the music played, we swayed. I closed my eyes to enjoy the beat and observe the movement my body danced. He gripped my hand. And it gets tighter as we moved.
Then finally as we leisurely rocked, his body touched mine. I smiled to myself because he is letting go. We continued dancing and my eyes are still close. Gradually, his body was rubbing against mine. We went on for awhile body to body, and my face was just so close that he could just kiss me without resistance. Nor would I have time to turn away if he decides so.
I turned around in beat to the music. My back is now against him. Slowly, I ensured physical contact again while moving to the beat. This time I felt naughty. So I gyrate my body against his torso. Very slowly and sexily. Beat to beat, I swayed against his body. Beat to beat I rocked. Gently then, I lean back my head on his shoulder.
I could feel his breathing and his inhalation then exhalation. He gave a long inhale and captured the scent of my hair. He is breathing through my neck at every exhalation. I continued with the sexy moves. This time with my hand bend backwards, I pulled him even closer so I could feel every inch of his body against mine. Then once I am tired with the same motion, I started to press my butt onto this private.
As I danced to the beat, I ensured the pressure of my movement goes to his member so his attention will be focus on just that. My firm butt gently caressed him sexily. I could then feel his response because he pushed forward harder. I could feel every inch of him now. He started to manifest a wanton need. Somehow, I could sense it. And at every beat of the song, I know I'm making him harder. I peeled off my hands upwards to hold his face so he could hold my waist to gyrate as much as he wished. He grabbed my waist and slowly massage around it. Some how, the massage becomes fondles. I exhaled yet still maintaining the body to body contact. As I know he is responding to my actions and since my hands are touching his face seductively, I started to caress my soft hands against his cheeks, ears, and then neck. All this while, maintaining the slow rocking. I was enjoying him actually. I secretly smiled to myself.
He is breathing harder now and he gently turned me over to face him again. As if I could read his mind, in sync to his action, we move closer towards his face. The pull was gentle but with the force to touch his body against mine again. I know he wanted to badly kiss me by now but I resisted by turning my face to the left and rested my head on his shoulder. But our bodies were busy fondling each other, all along to the beat of the music. Faintly, I could hear "Sexual Healing." Oh, that sexy song.
Then as if possessed, I pushed him towards the wall so he has something to lean on. With his back secured to the wall as if I pinned him down, his eyes all smokey looking staring at me, I did the unthinkable. I gave him a dirty dance. He knew he needed to stay still and enjoy the attention. As I motion my body, stealthy looking into this his eyes, I felt a rush of sensation overwhelming me as it brush my breast against his torso. By now, the combination of my alcohol consumption has made me bolder with my actions. And I certainly felt sexy all over and I loss all sense of inhibition.
As I danced, slowly I lowered myself like a snake lowering my face and body. I made sure our bodies are close enough but never touching now. I ensured he could still smell my scent. My steps were slow but arousing enough to get any male's attention at that point. Very slowly as I swayed downwards, my face reached his lower torso. Then I gently moved upwards as if my body is urging for a stimulating response from his, with clothes on. All this while, moving to the beat of the music. At the same time, I held on his waist sexily and rock with seduction in mind.
“Seduced this man,” I said to myself.
When I finally am just a blink away from his face, I could see his breath heavier. And he gave me a smoldering smile. I ignored him. As if, I do not know what he is trying to tell.
This time I pulled him closely, so close that I could feel his entire warm, on every inch of me. I could feel his heart beat. I swayed very slowly to the music beat and he got excited over my action again. I could feel it. He held my waist and he moved with me this time in slow, sexy rhythm. Motion for motion, movement for movement. I started to feel hot. Sexy hotness oozing from every pore of my body. Bashfully I looked at him but I choose to face upwards with eyes close, allowing his access to my neck.
He kissed my neck. And it was a really hot kiss that I felt a shiver down my spine. I deeply exhaled. He knew very well he is doing the right thing and persisted on kissing my neck. I succumb to every bit of it because I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I let go of reality.
By now, he was hugging me so tightly that we are almost one. Moving to the same beat and same movement over and over again. His hardness is getting obvious as he necked me. And my feelings were getting bolder. I turned to look at him and he caught my lips with his, there and then we interlocked lips to lips, tongue to tongue. From shy kisses, it turned passionate. I am going all soft with the passion building between us. I bit his lips as a result and he responded the same. Oh, this is so cheeky. So I gave a little giggle but he became ravenous this time. I could sense he wanted to devour me. The kissing was inflaming him. We were kissing like we never kissed before, at the same time body entwined to the dance. The rub body to body added the heat. I could sense he is fast letting go off every inhibition he has this time. As we kissed ferociously with intense passion, his hands slowly caress my back. Then as if encouraged by an unseen force, he slowly move downwards towards me firm butt.
It was slow movement savoring the back of body and now butt. He massaged it so well that I felt great. Yet, little by little being aroused. He did it like it was going to be the last time.
Almost everyone would have looked at us, some in amazement of our public display of affection, some in awe and some disgusted. But we were at a plateau where we did not care. Besides, it was dimmed. People could hardly recognized each other, more so by now everyone should be intoxicated, some how.
He whispered softly into my ears, "Shanice, I want you." Then he started to nibble my ear lobe. My God. That drove my hormones up a notch!
I muttered coyly with all girl like demure into his ears, "I want you too but..." and I turned to look at this face. He does not look that bad after all. In fact, pretty cute I should say. Or was it the alcohol?
"Shall we go somewhere quiet?" he indirectly persuaded and ignored my 'but.'
I looked at him seriously this time, I got back my focus and said, "I can't Cheng, I just can't. You've got this girl who you are marrying and here you are with me..." My voice trailing off but I cannot bring myself to finish the sentence.
I gave the look that he understood it all but with regret. And to my surprised, he hugged me so tightly, as if he never intended to let me go. We were there at the corner for a good 10 minutes, just hugging each other tightly. He still smelt of Aramis.
Finally, he looked up, all sobered and pull my face to look at him. I half smiled, half wonder what was in his mind at this point after a long period of silence.
"Shanice, for awhile, I wished I have met you earlier. I wish circumstances were different and I wish for a lot of everything. But I guess, there are things where we have to give a 'miss' and let it go as much as we want to badly. Some people want everything and they compromise with what they have to have everything. But I think, that is extremely selfish of me," he sadly said.
I was taken aback because he was divulging such extension of selflessness. I do not know if it was all planned. You know men, sometimes they put up acts to be a true blue gentleman when the one and only aim is to get into your pants. They will do anything to make you worthy of them. Or feel like their prized possession. Yeah, most men are bastards.
When I think about it now, I am still in doubt because all these while, he never had what so ever intentions to ditch his long time girlfriend despite acting like a man who is crazy in love with another woman. His last few words were like paradox which every woman would like to hear. Love for lust. The very thought of him wanting to bed me disgust me at this point because the more I dwell, his intentions comes very obvious to me - one last fling with a girl he fancies before he gets hitched forever.
Oh, so typical of a man. No difference from those who patronize the brothel or even calls for escorts for their wild bachelor night parties. What difference is that after all?
In fact, some do not even stop there. Some just go on with their affairs till the end of their time. Sad but true. Now, you ask, where is the fairness to womankind then? I still wonder...
I think I need to revalidate my goals. If Marketing is something I believe to be enjoying and develop in my career, I then should focus on developing myself. No more accepting a job just for the sake of money.
This administrative job is just so wrong. I'm not complaining of its hard work. I'm just upset that I allow myself to succumb to a job that is totally unrelated to my interest and field of study. I don't even mind coloring flyers or even walk the streets wearing a cartoon character like Sponge Bob, shaking hands with kids and all. Though stupid, at least it has got something to do with Marketing. That is what I mean.
I will flip the papers and resubmit my resume to those manpower agencies tomorrow. Fresh grad can't be overly choosy or demanding when experience is zilch. Got to start somewhere, some how.
That is how boring life is in the office. So to keep myself going and looking forward, I work with my eyes wide open. Now that I am 6 months with the company, I have more or less met everyone. And yes, indeed the Marketing and Sales guys are far interesting lot. Better looking too.
Anyway, the good thing about this place is its interesting blend of age groups. Half the population is infested with young people. So the energy is great. Lots of energy. Of course where Marketing and Sales is concerned, 80% of their force is the vibrant young.
Yes, I know what you will be wondering by now. If I have set my eyes on anyone or have I whisked someone off or have I been hooked.
No. That is my answer to the latter 2. I do not believe in being in a relationship. I do not believe in being committed to someone. Not at this point in my life. Not for the things I have experience with men so far.
I have been giving one of the Marketing guys the attention but yet, there is another person who is always giving me the attention instead.
Let me describe more about them. Aaron. This is the one whom I batted my attention on. The type of Chinese guy I would turn to look if I walked pass. He is a six footer. Reasonably fair because he does not work outdoor much but I believe if he does, he could definitely carry a good tan. He dons a smart handsome spiky hair cut, chinky eyes, sharp pointed nose, great physique (gathered from what he wore), cute thin lips, high cheek bones, distinctive chin and speaks ardently well English. I am impressed. To top to this perfection, he is charming, pretty much a true gentleman in his manners and dresses up well. Oh honestly, I look forward to check him out each day. He takes the initiative to match his tie, cufflinks and shirt. So much so that it is great to just notice him. Not a single day of dressing down. Oh!
By the way, Aaron is 27 years old and unfortunately, very attached to his steady girlfriend I was told. Double oh! In terms of status in the corporate ladder, Aaron is climbing the ladder and is doing very well. It seems he has been identified as one of the future leaders in years to come.
Then there is Cheng. The archetype of a Malaysian Chinese guy. He is about 5'8, reasonably sized with a small shadow of tummy gauging from his boring working shirts. Always blue, white or pastel green, yellow or pink. And he dons a selection of quite boring ties. He is also chinky, but Cheng has a round face with round nose and nothing to shout about looks, neither fair nor tan. He is someone you would not look twice if he walks pass. Primadonnas would not even realize his existent. Cheng speaks Manglish, and if required, he speaks reasonably well English but with fellow Chinese colleagues, he speaks in Cantonese. Huh! Gauging from his style, he would make an Ah Lian dream man.
However said, Cheng is a distinct figure head in Sales even though he is only 33. So he carries a level of confidence when he walks and talks. Needless to say, like every sales man, he talks (not speak) very well. His power of convincing and sweet talking if just too good to be true. People believe every word he says. Even the tea lady treats him like a gem because he could cream, oil and butter her to extend that she thinks she is a sweet sixteen virgin making coffee for him every morning! Just listening to the way she purrs at him every morning is enough to make every strain on my hair stand.
Let me talk about Cheng first. He is the guy who showered me all the attention from the very first day I joined.
Cheng and the whole company perceived me to be the innocent, sweet, young graduate who is there always waiting to be helped. Yeah, some damsel / virgin in distress, waiting to be waited upon and rescued. And I do let them feel that way? You bet. After all, what have I got to lose? Of course, there are the disadvantages.
I have got office aunties and old maids disliking me because the attention I earned and showered upon most often than not by the men bosses (which explains the reason I am the receiving end to being ‘bullied’ to do odd jobs). To add to their hatred, I am always dressed to the utmost professional sophistication though, I always ensured a hint of provocation here and there. Like a slight show of cleavage from the unbuttoned working shirts, my 3-4 inch stilettos which makes me strut when I walk with bosom forward and tout butt (thanks to Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik), tight fitting stretchable working skirts that accentuates my firm bottom, high slit pencil skirts that cuts to almost reaching the curve of the butt or even a figure hugging blousing that wraps my 36B breasts like two very firm, pointed melons, waiting to burst open anytime.
For one, I have got an ugly late thirties woman boss who finally got hitched by an old man of 55. She was desperate I was told. But frankly, I don't care. After all, this is not my life plus, I do not intend to stay in this company for too long. So even if she hates me what I got, I do not care.
Cheng invited me out for lunch 3 days after I joined. When I was introduced to him the first day during my walk-around introduction, I could see the attention his eyes had on me. In fact, he was staring from the very beginning of the introduction to the very moment I left his office. He certainly checked me out from head to toe without qualms. I stayed looking innocent.
To be honest, I am not interested. Not a single bit. He is far below my taste (compared to the men I have dated and bedded) but I don't think it is worth any foe to make. So when he invited me for lunch, my instinct was to subtly, sweetly turn him down, blaming for the work load (which is true since every old lady in my unit seemed to seize the opportunity to 'train' me by way of shoving me some of their mundane task). But that did not stop Cheng.
He seemed to be on my floor every few days, looking for someone or passing by for meetings so he can give me a quick "Hi." Initially, he starts calling me up asking to check for some stuff for his Sales unit. After a few weeks of professional calls, the conversation became friendlier and personal. He starts asking about me, probing and questioning to know me better. Or so it seems. I relent from being professional and shared what ever he wished to know while maintaining the SYT image. But I ensured he knows me from just that and nothing more personal. In between these conversations, I learnt that he is already going out with someone and this someone is to marry in a year or so.
If that is made very clear to me, I must then be his last avenue of flirt before he ties the knot. Oh, what a typical man! Bastard.
By the second month, he calls me up every day to chat for at least half an hour. I just played along. And I am still using the excuse of overloaded work from going lunch with him. Of course, he was persistent over having lunch so finally, I agreed. But between conversations, he certainly knows how to flatter.
The thing about people like him, he will ensure we never have lunch in the vicinity of the office so we always eat way beyond the office area. I suspect this is to ward off office gossip and the fact that he is about to get married. Just to play safe.
One fine day when I was 5 months old on the job, while he was driving out, he held my hand. I smiled at him when he did it and I am sure he thought I enjoyed than warmth attention. Oh, how silly some men can get. I mean, who is he kidding, at one point he made it clear he belongs to some woman and on the other, he is attempting to start something with me. I believe he thinks his sweet talks are buying me in after all.
I did not let his hand go. I allowed him because I wanted to see how far he could even think and believe himself going from here.
Then just last Friday, he popped me this question while we were almost reaching the office after lunch in his car, the silver E46 Beemer, "Can I kiss you?"
"Am I as delicious as that cheesecake we had just now that you want to kiss me?" I teased.
"Oh common Shanice, you know what I mean," he tried persuading me. To add to his predicament, I challenged him.
"How about dinner tonight and we talk further ok? After all, I'm late. You know how these old ladies will be if I'm late," I said.
"Dinner? You will be available to have dinner tonight?" he asked again, he looked disbelieved.
"Yes. Why not?"
"Ummm, let me check if I can make it tonight alright, but this is something I am so happy to know you can. I'll call you afterwards to let you know ok?" he assured me.
Of course, he made himself available that night. At 7.30pm, he drove us to Villa Danieli for dinner. Like most Malaysian Chinese, he ordered pizza because that was the only Italian food he likes best. Urgh. I disregard his taste for that moment, ordered my favorite Moet and veal parmigiana. We drank quite a bit and quickly, the content of bottle seemed to have evaporated within minutes. When we got light headed, I was daring with my questions and he was opening even more.
With that, I drew back to the question about the kiss he asked from me. He looked worried that he upset me. And as usual, words of flattery came pouring like a broken dam. How beautiful I am to him, how he loves my sparking big eyes, how he loves the way I dress (how lame) and how he enjoys my company including those simple daily conversations. Apparently, I make his day no matter how bad or tired he is, every time we talk.
At this point, I do not hold any feelings for him other than a male company who seemed to be infatuated with me. I enjoyed the attention though.
I ordered another Moet and we continued drinking, all these while, he holding my hand, stroking it every so often as if it was a precious gem bestowed by his fairy God mother.
By 11pm, when Danieli is to close, he insisted we proceed to Bar Savannh. With a state of light headedness, I agreed without much thought.
The place was packed as usual. Everyone was busy enjoying themselves. We settled ourselves at a corner where music is still audible though every nook was infested with people. The crowd was packed with everybody almost touching one another - dancing, making small talks, drinking their hearts out or just chilling and checking out the opposite sex.
I got myself a Mojito and he got a JD Coke and we started to make small talks as we enjoyed the music. Not forgetting, we had already 2 bottles of Moet and now cocktail and liquor. 15 minutes later, he took my hand and started to dance with me. Slowly, he pulled me closer. Closer and closer we got. As the music played, we swayed. I closed my eyes to enjoy the beat and observe the movement my body danced. He gripped my hand. And it gets tighter as we moved.
Then finally as we leisurely rocked, his body touched mine. I smiled to myself because he is letting go. We continued dancing and my eyes are still close. Gradually, his body was rubbing against mine. We went on for awhile body to body, and my face was just so close that he could just kiss me without resistance. Nor would I have time to turn away if he decides so.
I turned around in beat to the music. My back is now against him. Slowly, I ensured physical contact again while moving to the beat. This time I felt naughty. So I gyrate my body against his torso. Very slowly and sexily. Beat to beat, I swayed against his body. Beat to beat I rocked. Gently then, I lean back my head on his shoulder.
I could feel his breathing and his inhalation then exhalation. He gave a long inhale and captured the scent of my hair. He is breathing through my neck at every exhalation. I continued with the sexy moves. This time with my hand bend backwards, I pulled him even closer so I could feel every inch of his body against mine. Then once I am tired with the same motion, I started to press my butt onto this private.
As I danced to the beat, I ensured the pressure of my movement goes to his member so his attention will be focus on just that. My firm butt gently caressed him sexily. I could then feel his response because he pushed forward harder. I could feel every inch of him now. He started to manifest a wanton need. Somehow, I could sense it. And at every beat of the song, I know I'm making him harder. I peeled off my hands upwards to hold his face so he could hold my waist to gyrate as much as he wished. He grabbed my waist and slowly massage around it. Some how, the massage becomes fondles. I exhaled yet still maintaining the body to body contact. As I know he is responding to my actions and since my hands are touching his face seductively, I started to caress my soft hands against his cheeks, ears, and then neck. All this while, maintaining the slow rocking. I was enjoying him actually. I secretly smiled to myself.
He is breathing harder now and he gently turned me over to face him again. As if I could read his mind, in sync to his action, we move closer towards his face. The pull was gentle but with the force to touch his body against mine again. I know he wanted to badly kiss me by now but I resisted by turning my face to the left and rested my head on his shoulder. But our bodies were busy fondling each other, all along to the beat of the music. Faintly, I could hear "Sexual Healing." Oh, that sexy song.
Then as if possessed, I pushed him towards the wall so he has something to lean on. With his back secured to the wall as if I pinned him down, his eyes all smokey looking staring at me, I did the unthinkable. I gave him a dirty dance. He knew he needed to stay still and enjoy the attention. As I motion my body, stealthy looking into this his eyes, I felt a rush of sensation overwhelming me as it brush my breast against his torso. By now, the combination of my alcohol consumption has made me bolder with my actions. And I certainly felt sexy all over and I loss all sense of inhibition.
As I danced, slowly I lowered myself like a snake lowering my face and body. I made sure our bodies are close enough but never touching now. I ensured he could still smell my scent. My steps were slow but arousing enough to get any male's attention at that point. Very slowly as I swayed downwards, my face reached his lower torso. Then I gently moved upwards as if my body is urging for a stimulating response from his, with clothes on. All this while, moving to the beat of the music. At the same time, I held on his waist sexily and rock with seduction in mind.
“Seduced this man,” I said to myself.
When I finally am just a blink away from his face, I could see his breath heavier. And he gave me a smoldering smile. I ignored him. As if, I do not know what he is trying to tell.
This time I pulled him closely, so close that I could feel his entire warm, on every inch of me. I could feel his heart beat. I swayed very slowly to the music beat and he got excited over my action again. I could feel it. He held my waist and he moved with me this time in slow, sexy rhythm. Motion for motion, movement for movement. I started to feel hot. Sexy hotness oozing from every pore of my body. Bashfully I looked at him but I choose to face upwards with eyes close, allowing his access to my neck.
He kissed my neck. And it was a really hot kiss that I felt a shiver down my spine. I deeply exhaled. He knew very well he is doing the right thing and persisted on kissing my neck. I succumb to every bit of it because I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I let go of reality.
By now, he was hugging me so tightly that we are almost one. Moving to the same beat and same movement over and over again. His hardness is getting obvious as he necked me. And my feelings were getting bolder. I turned to look at him and he caught my lips with his, there and then we interlocked lips to lips, tongue to tongue. From shy kisses, it turned passionate. I am going all soft with the passion building between us. I bit his lips as a result and he responded the same. Oh, this is so cheeky. So I gave a little giggle but he became ravenous this time. I could sense he wanted to devour me. The kissing was inflaming him. We were kissing like we never kissed before, at the same time body entwined to the dance. The rub body to body added the heat. I could sense he is fast letting go off every inhibition he has this time. As we kissed ferociously with intense passion, his hands slowly caress my back. Then as if encouraged by an unseen force, he slowly move downwards towards me firm butt.
It was slow movement savoring the back of body and now butt. He massaged it so well that I felt great. Yet, little by little being aroused. He did it like it was going to be the last time.
Almost everyone would have looked at us, some in amazement of our public display of affection, some in awe and some disgusted. But we were at a plateau where we did not care. Besides, it was dimmed. People could hardly recognized each other, more so by now everyone should be intoxicated, some how.
He whispered softly into my ears, "Shanice, I want you." Then he started to nibble my ear lobe. My God. That drove my hormones up a notch!
I muttered coyly with all girl like demure into his ears, "I want you too but..." and I turned to look at this face. He does not look that bad after all. In fact, pretty cute I should say. Or was it the alcohol?
"Shall we go somewhere quiet?" he indirectly persuaded and ignored my 'but.'
I looked at him seriously this time, I got back my focus and said, "I can't Cheng, I just can't. You've got this girl who you are marrying and here you are with me..." My voice trailing off but I cannot bring myself to finish the sentence.
I gave the look that he understood it all but with regret. And to my surprised, he hugged me so tightly, as if he never intended to let me go. We were there at the corner for a good 10 minutes, just hugging each other tightly. He still smelt of Aramis.
Finally, he looked up, all sobered and pull my face to look at him. I half smiled, half wonder what was in his mind at this point after a long period of silence.
"Shanice, for awhile, I wished I have met you earlier. I wish circumstances were different and I wish for a lot of everything. But I guess, there are things where we have to give a 'miss' and let it go as much as we want to badly. Some people want everything and they compromise with what they have to have everything. But I think, that is extremely selfish of me," he sadly said.
I was taken aback because he was divulging such extension of selflessness. I do not know if it was all planned. You know men, sometimes they put up acts to be a true blue gentleman when the one and only aim is to get into your pants. They will do anything to make you worthy of them. Or feel like their prized possession. Yeah, most men are bastards.
When I think about it now, I am still in doubt because all these while, he never had what so ever intentions to ditch his long time girlfriend despite acting like a man who is crazy in love with another woman. His last few words were like paradox which every woman would like to hear. Love for lust. The very thought of him wanting to bed me disgust me at this point because the more I dwell, his intentions comes very obvious to me - one last fling with a girl he fancies before he gets hitched forever.
Oh, so typical of a man. No difference from those who patronize the brothel or even calls for escorts for their wild bachelor night parties. What difference is that after all?
In fact, some do not even stop there. Some just go on with their affairs till the end of their time. Sad but true. Now, you ask, where is the fairness to womankind then? I still wonder...
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