Seeking...

So I'm back in SG after spending the last couple of years on an overseas posting, and now that I'm all settled in, I guess I'm back looking for more romps and escapades in one of my favourite cities.

What am I seeking this time around? I guess a little more than casual encounters. A regular FWB based in SG would be nice, someone with whom we could enjoy more than just the sex, someone for great company, with whom we could spend time talking just about anything under the sun, a travel companion etc.

So, any takers? :D

Play hard after work...

So we work hard, and we play harder. Guess that's the way it is here in Bangkok, where it's definitely a far livelier party scene than in SG. 

Met P at Levels while I was out with some guys from work. The boys were in the mood for a little "hunting", typical farangs as they are, and that usually meant hook-ups and all. We were supposed to play support to Tim, our IT Director, who was meeting this girl he had hooked up with on Tinder; in the end he played us out after Tinder gal decided she was more comfortable with a one-on-one dinner than out with the work mates on a first date. So in the end, there we were, an Asian dude and two other farang fellas (one Brit and a Canadian) just plying on the drinks, talking about random shit and stuff, and checking out some really fine ladies who had come to the club.

Swear to you a number of them were probably social escorts who preferred entrapping lonesome dudes than to stand on the streets or relying on Craigs List to solicit clients. There was this Russian-looking chick, for instance, who was an absolute gem to watch -- even more absolute as she gyrated her sexy slinky form to the dance beats -- and once or twice we'd made eye contact, and after I decided to get bored of my companions who by now were more preoccupied with 2 local Thai ladies who shared the table with us, I decided to go over and tried to get acquainted with the Russian; turns out my initial assessment was right, for it was 3 lines into a convo before she actually asked if I wanted to bring her home for 5000 baht. 

In truth, nothing wrong with paying for an escort especially when you're living and working in a city like Bangkok, but there were options too, so I passed. Russian girl in turn wasn't at all disappointed, for she very quickly got picked up by this Indian dude (complete with a white turban, I kid you not), and judging by how she was leading him by the hand out of Levels, I guess our friend was probably going to think it was money well spent the next morning.

But like I said, there were options, and it wasn't before long when I had this young pretty thing coming up to me and chatting. She was a local Thai girl, but quite unlike the usual, for her diction was good, and you could tell she actually put effort into learning how to speak good English.

My initial thoughts were she's probably another escort, but no matter, let's see where this leads to. She claimed to be a university student doing a Masters, and she was out with some girlfriends as it was the birthday of one of them. She could have said she was really a totally different alien species, because all I was focused on was her luscious lips that I was hoping to plant my own on, and the swell of her delicious looking breasts with nipples peeking out from her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra I guessed, yet there were outlines of odd lines across her chest where you'd imagine a bra would be.

In short, she got me curious, so, escort or not, I decided to ask her if she would like to go over to my place for the rest of the evening.

She said no. And I thought that was that, but instead, she took my hand, whispered in my ear and said "love hotel". 

...and that was why about 30 minutes drive later, we found ourselves in a pretty little love motel where apparently Thai couples would go to for trysts and such. It was interesting: there were themes within the motel, but we decided on a "regular" room. She took her clothes off, and then I understood: she'd been wearing this rather interesting looking lingerie on that left her breasts exposed, and it does seem like she'd worn it because she was expecting sex:

Tell you the truth, the sight of her in that thing is a great turn on, and needless to say I couldn't help but to go for the obvious: grabbing those beautiful boobies and planting my lips on those little nipples of hers.

I turned her over, got down behind her and traced my fingers and tongue along that little lacey strip that ran along her ass and towards her moist tender pussy lips. She sighed as I licked away at her pussy, her hand reaching down to rub at her clit as I continued licking and sucking away at her delicious pussy. I had a compulsion to stroke my own hard cock as I tasted her, her little moans augmenting the moment. 

We got on the bed; she still hasn't gotten rid of that little number she's got on. Not that I'm complaining, but in a sense, it would be interesting if she kept it on the whole time. I parted her legs and started licking away at her clit again, teasing her and taking in the smell of her pussy and the taste of her as she started rubbing at her nipples while I slid a condom on.

I slid my cock into her tight wet little hole, and my my, the feel of it as I pushed myself deep and hard inside her. 

"I love your cock", she whispered as I thrust inside her, one hand squeezing at her breast and gently tugging at a nipple. She twitched and gave a little squeal as I tugged a little harder at the nipple as I pushed inside her deeper.

She rocked herself against me and urged me to thrust faster and harder. 

"Don't stop", she said as I continued the tugging at her nipple while we fucked. Her moans got louder as I continued thrusting, and almost at the same moment, we climaxed. I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders as her pussy tightened and legs quivering as I shot my load. 

She rolled the condom off me and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue lingering against the wet head, and her fingers massaging my balls as she sucked. I reciprocated by squeezing at her breasts, and tugging at her nipples once more.

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Round 2 saw me sitting on the edge of the bed and her doing a reverse cowgirl on me, proudly showing off her sexy full ass as she slid herself up and down my rod. She really enjoyed the whole tugging at her nipples thing, and I couldn't help playing with them myself as she rode enthusiastically, rubbing at her clit as we fucked.

By this time, I was convinced she could well be a professional, judging from her oral skills before she got on top of me again (managed to make me cum in her mouth again); and at this point, I couldn't care less-- if I had to pay, it was well spent. She gyrated her hips as she moved up and down my hard rod, and I could feel every little movement as her pussy contracted again and again each time she hit a right spot. Her pussy juices were flowing down towards my balls, and I was loving every little moment of it.

I came again, and once more, she got off, pulled the condom off and started licking at the shaft and sucking at my balls, her eyes looking at mine as she had the sluttiest look I'd ever seen on her face. 

We had just enough time for one last fuck in the shower before the time was up, and in the end, she wasn't an escort as I thought, because no exchange of money ever took place. It turned out just as well that she was really a bored undergrad out looking for fun, and the best part was she never quite told me her name, except that she picked up my phone, dialled herself a missed call, and then smiled as she keyed in "HardCock" under the contact name. She told me to save her name as "honey", and said she'd call the next time she wanted "a good time". 

Would have been great to bring her back home, then she said something about having to go back to Levels so her boyfriend could pick her up. 

Boyfriend... it does seem that a number of the women I'm getting here are either married or attached. But it's not a bad thing given how I would prefer no-strings attached.

Till the next session then, honey.

Lovely way to start the day...

Was woken up this morning by a text message on the phone that went off at 7am, and just as I was about to rant about who the heck would be sending messages that early, as it turned out, it was lovely Sue, a very pretty twenty-something Thai PR consultant I'd hooked up with (and latter shagged) one evening at the Movers & Shakers event in Bangkok two weeks back. 

She'd texted to say she would be heading out to meet a client at some office near my condo, and wondering if she could swing by for "morning coffee", as she puts it. Apparently she loves the Nespressos I'd brought over from SG, and I thought yeah, why the hell not: would be nice to see her again too, especially since I thought it would probably be a ONS affair after that one time.

So after that, I roused myself from bed,  took a shower, and at about 8.15, the security concierge called to inform me I had a guest at the lobby. 

...and to cut the long story short, she came up to the apartment, and soon as she was through, she started peeling off her blouse and skirt -- sexy thong and a pretty bra with those shiny little jewellery, and needless to say, I needn't any further invite to get started.

She apologised for not having shaved her pussy, not that I mind, really, and to show I didn't, I went down on her and gobbled her up as she pushed herself up against the dining table. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I took mouthfuls of her, sucking and licking away happily, and then because I'd done such a good job, she led me by the hand to the couch, laid me down, and started stroking, licking and sucking on my cock and massaging my balls as she went about with her "magical" blowjob.

And to top it all off: 

Yes, she did earn her Nespresso after that, and she left by 9 so she could be on time for her 9.30 meeting. 

Lovely morning quickie, I must say, and not before she asked if we could do dinner Friday at her place... nice one. :)

Fun with new sub.

Picture says a thousand words, I guess. New sub/FWB is a Japanese wife of an expat based in Thailand, we met up for coffee, and then we couldn't wait to head back to her apartment for some afternoon fun while the hubby and kids are away. She's still nubile despite having kids, and as you can see, her pussy is oh-so-delicious...love how wet she gets, and she's very into the whole play of squirting circa the Jap porn so many guys are crazy about, and certainly enjoys squirting for her new master's viewing pleasure.

...although I guess she probably had to do a bit of housework on her own, albeit in the nude, by the time the afternoon session was over.

Little Ironies.

Who would have thought that my relocation out of Singapore to where I currently am would only serve to remind me of the Baroness, and make me wish she was the one here with me instead of La Femme. 

It's a little odd, really, because leaving SG was in a sense a logical way to try to be something different; a shot at a little stability in life, trying to be a one-woman man perhaps, and it did seem like it'd work for a while...only briefly, before my mind started to drift off and start wondering if it'd work a lot better had I decided to be here with the Baroness instead, and living the lifestyle she and I used to talk about, instead of having to learn about all the other adventures she'd been having with her latest dubbed "fifty shades"...I thought I'd be over the Baroness after all these years, but apparently I was mistaken.

Anyway, like I said, it does begin to seem like my initial plans had taken a turn otherwise. Will blog again soon.

Addicted by choice.

I've become somewhat convinced that if ever I were to end up in purgatory for perpetuity, my personal hell would probably be one where I'm chained to a bed and forced to have sex with horny nymphos till my dick falls off; then come the morning I grow a new penis and the whole hell starts all over again. 

Such is probably the karmic retribution for my life of debauchery. 

But I have to confess: I am addicted to sex. I suppose in the bigger scheme of things, it's probably a lot better than being addicted to, say, crack cocaine.

And if you're wondering where the hell I've been, I've actually been a good boy lately trying to get the new business up to speed in a new territory, and now that it's up, I'm back to my little lusty games again. 

***

I need a new PA. I had the last one for just 3 months, and while she was a lot of fun to be with (not just in bed, but as in her personality), I find her lack of grammatical sense somewhat daunting, and why have an assistant only to end up having to edit all her work all over again?

So much as I enjoyed having Tikky for company (you gotta love Thai names), it has come to a point where I really have to find someone who can be of genuine help at work. 

I'm based out of Bangkok these days, and a fair bit of travelling involved, so my PA's really got to take my travelling schedule. There's a lot of paperwork, and I mean really, A LOT, and probably end up having to work long hours too, but then again, these days, that's become a bit of a norm, isn't it?

This time, I'd love to have a nice European girl for a PA. Brunette or blonde, it doesn't matter, but European, who's able to speak and write good English...and come to work in stiletto heels, short skirts, cotton blouses and have that typical porn-actress look that makes me wonder what she's wearing under it all every day. That way, I'd really have every motivation to want to go to work everyday, and relish every little moment taking in her scent, thinking of what she'd look like naked...

...and undress her to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous body.

  

Right, okay. If I went down that route, I'd probably never get any work done, in reality.

But I'd so love to have a PA like that...and the thing is part of the job these days involves jetting off to some other city in Shanghai or Hong Kong, or Singapore; or heading out to some exotic golf/diving destination...for real.

Any takers? Applications are open. :)

Back, but not with a vengence.

Well, months later on, I realised I can't stop writing completely. 

Some updates:

(1) Left the previous company and my "cushy"well paying job, and I'm working on my own ventures in both Singapore and Thailand, meaning I shuttle between Singapore and Bangkok a lot these days.

(2) Still meeting up with the ladies (obviously), given a leopard can't change its spots. Only after I'd left the company, Liz and I split up, and the ladies in my life these days are more come and gos...though I'd still very much prefer longer-term FBs.

(3) I guess I'd still be blogging, only not as regularly as I used to. But I'd still be around. :)

Men & Egos, Part 2.

What makes you think you're better than me?

I shit you not, but that's what one dude wrote me via email, which inevitably led me to think the answer simply as: because you just admitted it yourself, dumb-ass.

Come on, you just gave the egomaniac beast in me a chance to right-hook you across the chin there, buddy. 

In most social situations, it'd been awfully inappropriate for me to say thus, but given we don't know each other, and highly unlikely you and I would ever be in a position to get acquainted under such circumstances, I think I'm entitled to say:

And for the record, it isn't that I think I'm better than just you... I probably think that of just about every other guy I see on the streets, and probably in boardrooms too. If you were a woman, I'd bother to be nice and court you for obvious reasons...double that if you're a gorgeous beautiful woman; but when it comes to dealing with men, however, I'm in constant "I don't give a shit who you are" mode. 

***

Probably that sort of thinking makes some women hate my guts, I'll admit -- particularly attached ones who interest me. But in this city where a man's worth is measured in very material terms mostly, I just play by the very expectations and norms that defines the disease that makes one agree that greed is good: if you hate me for being the obnoxious arrogant prick I am, then in all likelihood I probably have a way to intrigue you likewise enough to seduce you, all in the same instance. After close to 2 decades in the game, I think I know just what the hell I'm talking about and just said.

I move quick, and when I do, I slice like a hammer.
- Willy Banks, Ocean's Thirteen.

Golfing & thoughts.

And in addition to business meetings and such, I've been playing a rather lot of golf lately. Nice to see I still have a mean swing after close to 3 years of not playing a single game, and apparently, I'm still playing my old 12 handicap pretty okay. So I realised I'm not PGA material, but at least I don't end up looking like a duck swinging a club...and I'm happy. 

Incidentally, all that golf means I'm a lot more tanned these days, all thanks to our tropical sun; and not to mention one session in Abu Dhabi. 

I hit some really great ones that day.

***

Separate note, I really just can't understand how some guys are happily and openly inviting other men to have a go at their girlfriends. I mean, if I've been called a bastard by the flings that didn't turn out the way the ladies in question wanted them to go, then what on earth would you call men who put up nude photos of the women in their lives with clear facial shots and go "come join us and fuck my wife/girlfriend"?

Okay, so people pretty much choose the ways they want to live their lifestyles, and whatever rocks their world that sort of thing; but if you asked me, I'd very much prefer keeping the good stuff to myself, or if she was the sort who wants to be adventuresome and meet other guys, then I'd prefer not advertising about it on her behalf. 

Meaning to say she can pretty much go do whatever she pleases, but I'm not going to run a "come fuck my woman" campaign. Some things are just distasteful to me.

***

For some reason, I find myself reading quite a bit again too, despite my busy schedule. I'm wondering if it's anything to do with a young one who's been writing me and sharing insights about books and her life, but interestingly, since she reads and has been asking about what's good, I find myself finding time to read again-- sometime I used to enjoy doing, but stopped when things at the old workplace got a little too hectic. Ironic that these days, I'm actually a lot busier, but I find more time to indulge in literary pleasures. Maybe I'm trying to impress her with stuff I read and such, nerdy as it makes me sound.

Then again, I suppose I am a geek, given how much of a bookworm I was back in school, and I had no qualms finishing off novels whilst going through my reading list for A Level English Literature back in the day...so what's packing that one paperback on my business flights these days?

“I don't have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle, Carnegie's A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possessionof anything else to which he is justly entitled.' I'm very singular, driven. I like control... of myself and those around me.”  - E.L. James, 50 Shades of Grey.

Men & egos.

So the lady I met at the dinner last evening thought I was a bit of an "egotist" and a typical "Singaporean MCP"-- both accusations I don't even attempt to deny. Ordinarily, I wouldn't take offense at anyone making such observations, and in her case, given what a hot number she's got on her last evening, a pair of luscious lips that are simply inviting for a kiss, and eyes that seem to look right through me, I suppose however big an MCP she may think I am, I could just let the comments pass.

Especially when the comments are nothing in relation to what I'm like as a lover or companion, but more to do with business, since it was more of a social/business networking thing. I used to dread attending such functions, but these days, given the scale of projects I'm getting myself into, I need all the help I can get, and if I have to put on the old monkey suit and spend the evening talking to old farts who nevertheless have access to a world of funds, so be it.

But she isn't an old fart, and her tete-a-tete with me-- more to do with her trying to sound as tough as she could in a world of wolves and lions, all of whom are probably figuring who amongst them would get a chance to shag her-- proved to be quite a respite from stuffy conversations with hedge fund managers and such. They smoked too much anyway.

The irony as I found out is that while she thinks I'm a bit of an egotist and MCP, I chanced upon a conversation she had with a mutual acquaintance...and that was where, to my (very pleasant) surprise, it turns out, she reads this very blog that I'm sure smacks of my arrogance and egoism as well!

I didn't mean to overhear her that time, seriously, because all I wanted was to grab another stem of martini and gin, and I heard the words "Secret Casanova blog..."

Sure, there could be many more secret Casanova blogs out there, but the coincidences...she's been following my previous blogs from 2005, even though I've changed the addresses a number of time. 

In any case, here's the test: you know who you are, and if you're reading these words, here's the egotistic MCP in the dark jacket who told you the problem these days with women is that they're all trying too hard to outdo the men...and believe it or not, I'm the joker whose writing you've been reading all this while. 

"Are we connecting yet?"

You reckon? I mean, chatting the way we do, and talking about stuff in general, I do feel some sort of connection with you, and it's kinda nice. :)

Back to business.

Well I've settled the new venture(s) more or less, and now that things are on track, I finally found some time to blog. 

Amazing how after these few years, my thoughts are still with The Baroness...and I realised how bad I'd screwed up and wish there was some way I could make amends and re-start with her once more. To say the least, and to be very frank, after that bad departure, I thought I'd be able to find someone to connect with the same way I felt I did with her...but no avail. I realised too I should have been a lot more upfront and certain about where I'd like to be with her, and if she somehow asked me again, I'd say I'd it's more like a FB sort of relationship...physical, yet truly build a friendship, but no strings.

Anyway, me being a jerk aside, since the last company and I parted ways, so too did Liz and Sunshine Girl, and while I still meet up with Liz now and then still, I'd had to think thrice about getting her on board in my new venture: can't afford to screw it up in return for a bit of tail, so to speak.

I've been traveling quite a bit on the new business, and in fact in 2 weeks' time I'd be up in Myanmar for a project. Funny thing is how the trips seem to make me think more about The Baroness somehow, and sort of wishing she would be there on the trips with me.

If only.

Believe it or not...

...I haven't had the time in the past couple of weeks to indulge in any romps, however attractive the woman.

 

No, it isn't like I suddenly decided to turn celibate, it wouldn't be me, it's just that I'm currently working on a big business project where, let's just say if it turns out good, my public profile would become a lot more public...in which case I'd have to start thinking about how to reconcile this secret Casanova identity with what I do professionally.

 

Big acquisition plans on the way, for now I'm keeping it mum until such time the deal goes through. In the meanwhile, all the escapades would have to wait.

 

And no, it's not an official announcement to close. I see no point in doing so at the moment.

Ponderings

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Va-va-voom.

I definitely love the boobs on this one:

 

 

And those lips...just wanna kiss her; and yes, I'd love to tit-fuck her for sure, thank you very much. :D

Weekend entry

You know, there's something about this Charis Goh girl that's got me intrigued. Not sure how she ended up being connected to me on Facebook, but I gather she's some kind of lingerie model...and a young single mother. 

Definitely a beautiful young MILF that I'd love to indulge and pamper. Maybe I should try hooking up with her and see what goes.

***

Separate note, the company organised a cocktail party last night. I brought La Femme to the party, therefore officially introducing my live-in partner to the rest of the guys at the office; in a pretty unusual move, my Chief Executive, who's known to be quite a bit of a playboy himself, pulled me one side while we were having smokes on the open-air balcony, offered me a cigar, then pumped me on the shoulder like we're old chumps and said, "Good spotting there, my friend."

We talked for a while, and CEO caught me off-guard when he said "So, you still going out with Liz then?"

Bloody hell, nothing ever escapes the top man?

But in truth, Liz and I are still very much going out together -- and that means having an affair and sleeping with each other, in simple English -- and while she wasn't at the party last night because she had to take care of her kids, just this morning, I met her for breakfast, and a little extra-curricular at her place after I'd dropped her off. 

And as for Sunshine Girl, well...let's say we're getting somewhere with all the closeness of working long nights. She'd toasted La Femme at the party last night like some nice hostess, but one brief moment when we'd found ourselves together -- La Femme excusing herself to the ladies, and Sunshine Girl's boy going off to get some drinks from the counter-- she'd had one hand on my arm, and I found one hand soothing the small of her back, and moving down towards her tight ass...and kissed her on the side of her neck before someone walked past, and we parted ourselves from each other. One night last week, we'd been working late, and we found ourselves frenching and hands exploring before she decided the office "wasn't safe" given there were others working late as well.

So things at work are still interesting.

***

Ah Charis, Charis...where to find you? And I'd love to run my hands over that sexy body of yours. :D

Cameltoe.

And I met one exactly like that at the gym today. No kidding. 

It was lovely-- pull her tights off, and there was a perfectly shaven pussy, glistening and moist, and so nice and ready for a taste and a fuck...

The new girl at the office.

 

 

1. Slinky figure-hugging dress with high-heels; so much so I can see the outline of her G-string when she walks in front of me.

 

2. Sultry come-fuck-me look with pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

 

3. Delicious scent of Lolita Lempicka perfume.

 

4. Did a couple of lip-licks while she was seated opposite me at the meeting today.

 

5. Nice swell of perky tits against the sheer fabric of said figure-hugging dress.

 

Enough reasons to warrant me taking her out to dinner tonight. *grins*

The Promotion, part 2.

So just as a quick update, Sunshine Girl is now officially my deputy head of division, and the opportunity came up for me to have Engineer Dude transferred out to helm his own little department somewhere else in the building-- in the end, no mutiny, and everyone's happy.

Of course, Liz wasn't too thrilled to learn Aussie blond Sunshine Girl has taken over her place, but nothing much she could do since I made the decision. My new deputy's ecstatic as she's thrilled, and tonight we (as in the whole department) is going to have a congratulatory dinner for her.

And I'm not sure if she's still just getting over the excitement of the promotion, but she wants to make a dinner date with me one-to-one to thank me for the bump up the ladder.

I love blondes. Really. :D

Liz and I are still having sex regularly in our own little time; we had a "celebratory fuck", as she called it, in her new office, and after that, she mentioned she'd still prefer my office if we wanted to have fun at work. Else, we take our little romps elsewhere: while we were in the same division, it was easy to avoid any suspicion, but she was of the opinion the people at work would smell something fishy if we were seen going over to each other's offices -- especially since we were now overseeing different portfolios.

My guess is more to do with her wanting to consolidate her position, so the last thing she'd want is to have a scandal screw up her chances of further progression.

***

La Femme's coming home this Sunday, and I'm wondering what I could get her as a surprise. I know she very much wants a new iPad Mini, but it's not exactly the most romantic gesture to get her a tech gear.

For some reason, I feel like surprising her in a romantic way this weekend. Ideas, anyone?

The promotion.

One of the senior managers in the marketing arm was given a 24-hour notice and asked to leave the workplace due to a very serious breach in company protocols that "compromised his integrity", according to the email that was circulated to the management team.

 

While I don't usually dig about scandals like this, my guess is, in plain vanilla English, the guy probably committed some form of fraud, and the company chose to let him go instead of escalating the thing into a police case.

 

In any case, someone had to be moved up to take over, and the powers that may be in C-suite decided who else but Liz, given her "wealth of experience and proven track record within the Company."

 

I'm not overly concerned, because I really don't need a deputy anyway, and in terms of hierarchy, she's still technically subordinate to me. It only means our office liaisons would now entail either of us walking across from one end of the building to the other, since her new department would be located in another corner opposite from mine.

 

 

And not that I doubt Liz's capabilities too: she's a driven and ambitious woman who's street-smart and knows how to work her way up; only in this case, I kinda suspect she probably had her way by sleeping with one of the C's, to be very honest.

 

It's an open secret that the Chief Marketing Officer has a thing for Liz, and she had indulged in his little attempts at getting to her by having lunch with him on a number of  occasions-- and they're often extended lunch breaks, from my observations.

 

I suppose in the end, it's all about power and he who had the larger rubber stamp wins; I'm 2 steps away from being a C myself, but until that time comes, I suppose I don't yet wield the kind of authority and power that some women would find sexy enough to want to sleep with to get to the top.

 

In any case, I wouldn't be surprised too if the promotion would mark the end of Liz's affair with me. Not that it would be any great loss to me, except I probably now have to find a new toy to have fun with at the office in those long night hours.

 

...which brings to the point that while I don't feel the need to have a deputy (Liz has had a good time sitting pretty since I took over, really), it's still a vacant post, and I need to find someone to take over.

 

I now have 2 potential candidates: one, a young brilliant chap (male) with first-class honors in aviation engineering who would make a damn good deputy because I could probably push the job to him and spend my time socializing with the other senior executives and build even stronger networks and extending my base; problem is, Engineer dude probably wants my job too, and one of the unwritten laws of power is never to have a deputy who would someone appear to be more brilliant than you are.

 

The second is a no-brainer: a pretty twenty-something Australian girl we dubbed "Sunshine Girl" because she was always smiling and chirpy (her tits are chirpy too) who would be the target of Liz's outbursts simply because she was her assistant, and more to do with the fact that Liz probably felt Sunshine Girl was a threat being younger and more attractive than she was.

 

The problem with Sunshine Girl is that she isn't ready, in my opinion, to take on strategic management responsibilities, and she can be quite ditzy at times when it comes to the really big and important assignments.

 

Which makes the need for her to stay back longer at work with her Vice-President perfectly justifiable, given I probably have to work with her on a lot of things, not to mention work "on" her.

 

I was deliberating over this with a friend while having drinks last night, and his opinion: screw Engineer Dude, and take Sunshine Girl as the deputy. That way, I'd have twice the fun at work (assuming Liz and I haven't broke it off yet) without worrying about a power-hungry and ambitious deputy trying to out-do me and present himself as my replacement.

 

To be honest, I'm inclined to think that way too, but at the same time, from a practical perspective, I don't want to spend too much time having to pick up the bits where Sunshine Girl would screw up, and she would, believe me.

 

Some of you would probably find my post disturbing, but that's the reality that happens in the workplace. There was a controversial study in 2012 that suggested that women who flirt at work are more likely to succeed, although the flipside to it would be this would make them appear more untrustworthy than women who don't; controversial, because it's definitely sexist, yet I tend to think there are major degrees of truth to it-- Liz is a very clear example.

 

 



As for Engineer Dude, well, being the brilliant chap he is, I don't think he would have any problems finding his own place any time soon.