"Ron, come on in! I need to speak to you on something," Steve, my boss, said.
I am Ron, an analyst based in UK with one of the biggest banks in the world.
Steve: "The management likes you a lot and want you go to Asia to broaden your work experience. I would love to have you here, but I rather that you go and grow. If you are agreeable, you could relocate by end of this year."
With this, I relocated and started work in country E, which was the bank's regional headquarters in that continent.
Instead of Steve, my new manager was Sabrina, a petite Asian lady in her 40s. She was a mother of two, who just returned from her maternity leave. She dresses immaculately in her powersuits during the weekdays and dresses on Friday. Whenever she walks to meet the senior managers, many heads will turn as she walked by as if she was a runway model.
At a professional level, we worked well. She had the brains and charisma, whereas I had the ability to articulate and convince the clients during the investment sales pitch. I was delighted to say both of us could be attributed to bringing in 8% of the bank's revenue for that year. Physically, Sabrina was the Asian MILF of many men's dreams. During a festive celebration, she wore her ethnic dress which accentuated her slim figure and perky B-cup sized breasts.
Nearing the end of the year, the regional CEO called Sabrina and I to his office and he congratulated us for the work well done in power-lifting the bank's revenue. He would like to reward us with a stay at a hotel resort in a nearby country at the bank's expense. I was surprised by this gesture only to have the bubble burst by Sabrina moments later. She explained that we are going there to attend an appreciation event with the wealthiest people of the country to show our commitment and appreciation to do business with us.
We flew by business class and were chauffeured to the hotel resort. We were shown to our junior suites which were next to each other. We were to attend two evening events over two nights to meet with the who's who in the country. Some of our office colleagues from other departments had also attended this event.
On the first night, Sabrina was dressed in a pink gown, which drew looks from the guests and colleagues. She was like a socialite who spoke warmly with the different guests. The event ended slightly after midnight. Sabrina was slightly intoxicated and was behaving coquettish when I was escorting her to her room due to the effects of the alcohol. It was not easy resisting not to take advantage of her state of intoxication. I accompanied her to her room and left.
On the next morning, I bumped into Sabrina during breakfast. We had the morning off till the evening cocktail function. She was speaking with her husband on the phone and apologising for not calling the night before. She looked visibly upset throughout the call. After she finished her call, she joined me for breakfast at my table. She was embarrassed and apologised for her drunken antics. I politely dismissed it as an occupation hazard as we needed to mingle with clients and sometimes lose our inhibitions.
I suggested that we get a good dose of sunshine as it was our free time till the evening function. We gathered at the hotel pool to enjoy some sunshine. The pool was located at a secluded part of the resort, along a steep slope from the sea. The edge of the pool gave a visual experience as if it fused with the sea below.
Sabrina came wrapped in her bathrobe and asked why she was wrapped up in this tropical heat. She shyly replied she was in a bikini and she was not confident of walking around the resort in it showing her tummy. The manner she spoke sounded shy but yet coquettish.
I quipped for her to get into the jaccuzi. She pulled off her bathrobe and revealed her white fitting bikini that accentuated her B-cup sized boobs and her toned MILF body. She was in her 40s and had worked out regularly. My eyes were locked to the sight from her chest to her knees. If she was not working in a bank, she could be a porn star anyday.
"A penny for your thoughts?" quipped Sabrina as she slowly stepped into the jacuzzi.
I broke out of my distraction. Just as that happened, Sabrina missed a step and slipped forward in my direction. It all happened within a few seconds. I instinctively raised my hands forward to try to block her falling on me. Instead, an awkward situation happened. My extended hands met her boobs over her white bikini. I instinctively closed my hands and gave her boobs a gentle squeeze before I realised my mistake. In the panic to get my hands out, my fingers entangled with the bikini straps and accidentally yanking her bikini top out of place, exposing her nipples and full breasts.
At the same time, Sabrina was trying to regain her balance and regain composure from the accidental exposure. When she realised her breasts and nipples were showing, she used her hands to cover her breasts and sandwiched my hands between her breasts and her hands. In a desperate bid to prevent further embarrassment, I forcefully pulled my hands away from her grip. This caused the bikini top to give way, exposing her breasts while the bikini top hung loosely below her breasts. By now, Sabrina was crossed. She pushed me away and got out of the pool, grabbing her towel as she furiously stomped away.
I did not see Sabrina until that evening for our work function. She was in a short black halter dress that accentuated her slim shoulder and toned arms. The length of her dress showed her smooth legs and yet not suggestive nor promiscuous. She still looked a little crossed but decided to put up a smile as it was a social and business event.
The evening was uneventful with the usual pleasantries among the new and existing clients and their families. But from the corner of my eye, Sabrina was like the belle of the event as she spoke from groups to groups like a socialite. There were two occasions when a few male guests attempted to take certain liberties by putting their hands on her back and trying to slip their hands to cup her breast from the side.
On the first occasion, she managed to lock a guest named Yonni before he slipped his hand into her halter dress from the side. On the second occasion, another guest, Nicky, was obviously more experienced. He stood on the left beside. Just as he placed his right hand at Sabrina's back, he quickly slipped his hand into her halter top and pinched her right nipple, startling her and she let out a yelp, before she could defend herself. Within a quick succession, Nicky groped Sabrina's right breast a second time and pinched her nipple harder. This time, Sabrina took a step to the side and brushed his hand away. Nicky, knowing his antics were exposed, smiled lecherously, smelt his hand and gave Sabarina a leer as if he caught on the aroma from Sabrina's breasts. After that incident, Sabrina stood close to me and asked me to protect her from these touchy hands.
The evening continued uneventfully until we finished the last interaction with our clients only to realise it was already 11pm and it had started to rain. The event organiser had distributed out the umbrellas to the guests. We looked helplessly at the gloomy sky overcast with the heavy rain clouds as we were the last few who were left at the event.
A resort staff approached and spoke to us in haltering English that there was an underground walkway back to the resort, which some guests had used to return to their rooms. Sabrina and I were grateful to find out we could return to our rooms sooner. We needed to walk for 15 minutes back to the basement entrance of our hotel resort.
This long underground walkway was constructed by the hotel to link the hotel resort to the larger function rooms. It was dimly lit and deadly quiet. Just as we reached the basement entrance, Sabrina and I were not able to enter into the hotel lobby as our access cards had an error. She was frustrated and losing her cool as she was groped during the event. Now it seems we needed to walk back to the function room and hope the rain would have ended.
Just as we turned towards the direction where we started, we saw two dark figures in the hotel uniform walking towards us. They spoke in their native language that they will help us. Sabrina relaxed and looked visibly relief. When the two hotel staff, Danny and Randy, walked closer, their friendly demeanour looked sinister. Sabrina and I realized something was amiss. Before we could make a move, Danny and Randy each whipped out their knives and pointed the knives menacingly at us.
Sabrina was shocked and rooted to the ground. I tried to grab her hand to run but was blocked by Danny, who gave me a hard punch to the stomach, sending me reeling and rolling on the ground. Randy stood over me and flashed his knife as a warning to me.
Danny walked up to the stiffened Sabrina and asked for her money and valuables. She obliged and started giving him her purse, ring and necklace. When all was handed over, Danny looked sheepishly and said Sabrina had hidden some valuables and needed to search her. He shot out his arms and grabbed her breasts over her lowcut halter dress. By then, Sabrina had been so terrified that she did not resist and started to cry. I shouted at Danny to stop. Danny pulled Sabrina's hair and made her sit beside me.