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The way to a woman's heart: fucking a SYT OL colleague

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Even days before she arrived for her first day at work, all the guys in the office ogled Christine’s picture when HR circulated the new staff notification. The ladies dismissed her arrival with a huff, noting that she was just another pretty face hired in a long line of other pretty faces fulfilling the generic role of administrative executive.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Christine as she sauntered down the office aisles on her first day at work. The men took in the curves of her figure, wrapped snugly in her black dress, while the women scoffed at how high her hemline was. Doesn’t she know that we all wear knee length skirts and dresses here? It was an unwritten rule after all, and Christine was slow to read into unwritten rules.

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I didn’t think much about Christine’s gentle smile when HR introduced her to me, or how soft her hand was when she shook mine. I was just too buried in work to care, and silently hoped she wouldn’t be another obstacle to my job in this bureaucratic maze of a company. She was courteous and professional, but the unwritten rules she broke proved too much for the other women, and I often found her eating lunch alone at her desk.

Then again, I ate lunch alone too, because goddamn - the amount of work I had to do.

Still, I felt a little bad for her, so whenever she messaged me to clear up administrative questions, I always responded as politely to her as I could, and gave her reassuring comments, knowing that there were probably a dozen other people throwing shit at her on any given day. It probably would help having another admin person on my side, since I had a knack for pissing most of them off with my stupid deadlines.

“You have to go to Switzerland on the 23rd, there’s only 2 guys there to handle the site and there’s not enough manpower to do the project.”

“Boss,” I protested, eliciting a wave of his hands even before I finished my sentence, “the project is 3 months long leh, and today’s the 21st.”

“Just go la, down there damn jialat. You’ve already been there so many times it’s almost like a second home to you. Christine will help you with the details.”

As with all meetings with my boss, it was over in less than a minute. Naturally, I assumed she’d be booking the flights for me, so when she showed up at the airport in a thin white blouse, brown jacket and skinny jeans, I was puzzled.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, averting my gaze from the rest of her body, “are you going on leave or something?”

“No, no,” she lamented, waving her passport around, “the admin girl is on long-term MC - some kind of car accident. Since I’m already handling most of their approvals - I’m going to have to pick up the work there.”

Oh shit, no one told me about this. They’re probably already spreading rumours about me and her. I looked at my phone, only to see a notification from a male colleague who also happens to be a horny bastard.

Good luck over there, have fun with Christine, it read, don’t forget to tell me how good she is in bed.

“Are you still working at this hour?” Christine asked, and I quickly pointed my phone away from her prying eyes.

“No la, it’s just Andy, still harassing me about stuff.”

Like I’d ever get to know anyway

It was her first time staying overseas, so naturally she booked the plushest and most comfortable 5-star hotel while I opted for the humble apartment I’d taken a liking to the last time I was there. I’d pick her up everyday at exactly 8am and send her back at exactly 6pm, like clockwork. She was hardworking and efficient, and the europeans enjoyed having a pretty asian girl around.

Unfortunately, due to the workload, our only interactions were limited to the office, and we quickly adopted to the routine of eating packed salads for lunch. I had no idea what she did after 6pm or on the first two weekends, because frankly - I told myself that a girl’s private life was none of my business. Even someone as beautiful as her.

It was silence in the office when the clock hit 6pm on a Friday. All the europeans have fucked off for the evening, and like clockwork - Christine rose from her desk. This time though, instead of walking to the lobby to wait for me - she strode over to my desk. The casual european office dress code was lost on her, and she wore that white dress which ended above the knees; the one with the gold zip that extended from the nape of her neck to her lower back. She was slightly fair, and apart from a squarish chin and large eyes, the rest of her features were impossibly soft and smooth like her skin, which glowed beneath the office lights.

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“What’re you doing tonight?” She asked, her voice raspy and hoarse. She must’ve been still getting used to the cold weather.

For some reason, that question never really sank into my head as far as it should’ve, so I just answered it to the point.

“I’m going to drop you off, eat some dinner and spend the rest of my night working.”

“That is just so sad.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Christine stood in place, fidgeting around on her heels.

“What do you normally eat for dinner?” she asked

“I cook my own food, the apartment is good for that,” I replied, “how about you?”

“The hotel’s food, but I’m getting pretty sick of it.”

All of a sudden, the question from earlier sprang into my head, and I got the hint.

“I could bring you out for dinner, if you want,” I shrugged, trying to make it sound as nonchalant as possible.

“I’m sick of eating outside food too,” Christine complained, “everything here is so oily.”

I drummed my fingers on the table

“You...want me to cook you something?”

A smile spread across her lips. Thin, with just a hint of gloss.

“That would be incredible,” she said, “I used to think eating out everyday was part of the high-life, but it wears off so quickly.”

Inside the back of my mind, I thanked the heavens that the cleaning lady came to my apartment on fridays, because I’d hate for Christine to see the mess.

The drive back to my apartment was silent, and for the first time in my life - I tried not to think about how racy it was so bring a petite SYT to a place as intimate as my own house.

“It’s not much,” I said, kicking off my shoes and switching on the lights

“No!” Christine commented, “It’s absolutely cosy and amazing.”

She left her heels next to my shoes, and immediately sank into the couch, “I like this so much better than a stuffy hotel room.”

I made her roast pork and steamed some vegetables with brown rice. It wasn’t much, and the pork was from leftovers anyway. But she devoured it like a hungry ghost, along with a glass of white wine I poured for her.

“That was absolutely delicious,” Christine said, as she put on her jacket and threw her arms around me, “thank you so much for this.”

When I got back after sending her home, it was impossible not to sink back into the couch and take in the shape of her figure that she had left into the soft cushions. Her smell was everywhere, and the first figments of temptation began to creep into my soul. Don’t shit where you eat, my friends used to tell me, nothing good can come from it.