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04-05-2011, 07:29 AM
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#392
04-05-2011, 07:38 AM
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Re: My attempt at sharing my experiences...
I Kee chiu ... That's election talk? Hehe well ... Bi twins ... That would be interesting ... No idea about anna c as she's doing it and revised. Maybe be consultant? Any volunteers for twins bi or recommendations?
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#394
04-05-2011, 10:52 PM
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i need a new job... anyway, here's the next update...
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#395
04-05-2011, 10:55 PM
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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!
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#396
04-05-2011, 11:33 PM
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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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#398
06-05-2011, 11:48 AM
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06-05-2011, 07:50 PM
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#401
06-05-2011, 10:29 PM
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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...
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#402
08-05-2011, 11:27 PM
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anymore update?
camping
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#405
09-05-2011, 06:20 PM
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Eagerly waiting for updates! =)
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