Rebecca the Client

Sigh! Its been a month since Ms Devil and I broke up. I have been avoiding the places where we used to hang out. Couldn't bear to see her hanging off the arms around other men, I suppose.


I haven't been blogging much not really due to her but due to an extremely unfair workload piled on me by Ying - my superior. Love and work are lost on my end here but suddenly, like I am a new baby plunged into a new world. While I am taking my flirting skills out of the closet, someone sniffed me from far away and starting to sharpen her claws on me.


I am talking about my latest client - Rebecca.


Now Rebecca is slim, a bit tipping on the skinny side with a perky butt and oh boy, a pair of boobs to drool over. She is not someone you'll call hot babe however, she has interesting features that would make someone want to look at her again and again. like Nicole Kidman. Not sizzling hot but gorgeous in her own way.


Often as I met her over lunch meetings, I would actually wandered my eyes over to her cleavage. I suspect that such a skinny girl wouldn't have such natural big boobs. Might be fakes. But the way they bounces as she moves and the way pressed against the blouse til the buttons will popped if she takes another deep breath... makes me take my breath away.


After a few meetings, I found that she is not very rich up there. Meaning she is not very bright. She makes a lot of horrendous financial mistakes, investing in things she doesn't even know or heard about. She just either close her eyes and sign or she trust her gut instincts too much.


However, she has plenty of cash to spare. If she didn't invest a single cent, never splash her money away on her hideous shopping spree and put everything away in the bank, I bet she could be a little missy millionare. Her mother was an Indo-Chinese ran away when Rebecca was really young, leaving her in the hands of her remaining grandfather would adore her like hell and rich like hell too. He sent her to Singapore for studies and she love in love with the little city here and decided to migrate over when she reached 21 years old. Just after a year of migration, her grandfather passed away, leaving her with everything in his will, causing displeasure among the rest of the survivng family members. Just as well that she has moved over here.

How I know so much?? She rather spend her time discussing her life story than to go through her financial portfolio with me.

However, throughout all the meeting, each and every time, she tries to test her limits with me. At first few meetings, I thought she was just being over friendly and flirty. Now I am convinced she wants me. Especially after yesterday, she took my hand and pressed in upon her bosom to "feel her heartbeat" because "she thinks she has a bad heart and need my advice to see if she should consultant a specialist". Human heart are not even located in the middle of a cleavage!!!

Then she called me late last night, telling me that she had a very bad dream about losing her money over a bad financial mistake. And by the time she halfway describling her dream to me, it has turned into a really soft porn dream.

I did not meet her today even though she did called me up in the early morning to check my schedule. I did have other clients lined up. She simply refused to hang up until I promised to squeeze her in on Friday afternoon.

Let's see what she has on her sleeves.

This should be amusing.