First off, happy CNY to everyone.
My name is TheDerangedBanker. I'm hoping to use EDMW as an outlet to release some...pent-up frustration that I may have. I'm not a troll, I'm a local guy, working as an offshore banker, reaching 30 soon. I have my career going for me, but my personal life is a huge huge mess.
Today, let me tell you a story about me, last Christmas.
I thought it was a Christmas I could spend alone. I thought I was mature enough to deal with being alone on a festive season. My attached friends were of course with their significant other, enjoying some cozy moments. Being in banking, there were plenty of jios to go drinking and what not. On the usual occasion, I would definitely had said yes, but something told me not to, so here we are.
Ever since my last broke up, I found problems sleeping early. 2am was the earliest I could hit the sack. So on Christmas Eve, I found myself playing FIFA on my Playstation. One game after another, soon it was 1am. Somehow, I still didn't feel sleepy. In fact, out of the blue, I suddenly felt very very lonely. A sense of lingering loneliness suddenly washed onboard me with the same kind of enthusiasm the bank onboards fat juicy accounts. And so, I decided to find a place of solace. A place I know will keep me occupied for a few hours and give me the impetus kick I need to sleep.
It wasn't long before my taxi pulled up into the taxi stand at Clarke Quay. I tipped the uncle $5, not a lot, but perhaps an amount he would appreciate-it could be his breakfast for tomorrow. He was a chatty and friendly cabbie, he made the ride enjoyable. I always love to have good starts.
Zouk had shifted to Clarke Quay, but it wasn't the reason why I wanted to come to Clarke Quay. I liked Clarke Quay because there was the shots bar-I like to get a quick buzz there before venturing anywhere else. So after a few shots, I decided to go to F Club-it was a place I liked at the beginning of my career.
It only took me 10 seconds to regret my decision. It was packed as hell, to put it into a RSM's favourite words, one huge cluster fck. The bartender then explained to me that the other section was closed, hence the crowd. I was miffed. I liked F Club because of their concept of having two segments with music of different genre. I headed out immediately.
I decided that perhaps that was an indication by God that I should choose somewhere more..chill. So off to Shanghai Dolly I went. Many will say it is a place for uncles, but well, all I wanted was a good companion and some good martell (OK, uncle). It wasn't long before I was seated on one of the sofa, with martell in front of me. It also wasn't long before I acquired my desire target for the night.
She was taller than me and by no means was I short. To put it crudely, she had nice legs. She had milky white fair skin. Her face was far from pretty, but well, it was a girl next door look. It didn't take much time before we were drinking and chatting. It didn't take long before I decided to tempt her...with money. She was young, she was in university. Her mouth literally fell open.
Now, I wasn't offering money for sex. I wanted to spice things up, make things fun. A bet it was. Heads or tails, she had to choose one. If she called it right, she would walk with the money. If she got it wrong, she had to spend the night with me. She didn't believe I would pay that much for a bet like this. I dragged her out of Shanghai Dolly, went to the nearest ATM and withdrew the cold hard cash for her to see.
She took the bet and lost. It was time for me to claim my prize for the night. We boarded the cab and whisked to the nearest hotel.
Once behind closed doors, I gave her a kiss before beginning to undress. I slowly unbutton my shirt, savouring the look on her face, a cross between fear and perhaps lust, as my athletic body was on full display for her. I unbuckled my belt, took off my pants and folded them neatly, placing my belt on top in a pile. I took off my underwear and turned to face her. She was still fully clothed and by then, her expression had somewhat became...fear.
"You're not a virgin, are you?" I scoffed. Even if she had said yes, I wouldn't had believe it.
"No...but this is the first time I'm having sex with a stranger.."
Nah, I'm not biting. I am though, biting. I advanced towards her, forcefully planted a kiss onto her and bit her on the neck softly. I ran my hands through her hair, down her shoulder, down her breasts, making sure to fondle a little and down to her waist.
"Strip." I whispered firmly into her ears.
I saw some disdain, some contempt, mainly with herself as she took off her black dress. The next moment, I snapped her bra off and yanked off her panties. Something else was going in that same direction though-tears.
Tears were rolling down her face.
"You can't back off. It's part of the bet. Be a good girl and honor your words."
"I know..it's just..."
She never got to finish her words. Why would I care? With a push, she was on the bed. I look at her, smirked a little and noticed by then, tears were rolling down her face faster than Nigara Falls. I didn't care. It was not my concern. She whimpered and I could hear her sobbing with each thrust my junior went in...
