Encounters in the financial industry

IdontKnow · #1 22-06-2010, 07:37 PM

I noted that banks are more customers oriented nowadays as compared with previously. It used to be once upon a time, when customers had to literally beg bank managers to approve a loan. Back then, there was the 3% man. Thank god with globalisation and the need to be more competitive since the last financial meltdown in 1997, the banking industry has seen many changes especially in their customer service front line.

I was invited to a banking event recently where it is supposed to be a meeting between some of the banks big shots, eg like those sitting on the loans committee, regional managers and so forth. The location was a 5 star hotel somewhere in Kuala Lumpur. Man, these events will always, yes ALWAYS be manned (or womanned) by many pretty young things. I remembered once at another gathering for a different bank, where majority of those present were senior bankers and hence when they asked me where they could improve, I remembered vividly saying, "should bring more pretty bankers". It drew laughters but following then, the bank really tried to get more junior bankers to such gatherings.

This event that I went to was a medium sized event with about 100 or so of their nastiest customers whom they probably need to wrestle to get more loans out of them. Frankly, I wasn't too happy with this bank and I had made some smallish threats that I would redeem all my loans due to their new banking policies which doesn't favour the business I am doing. The usual introduction to their approving people didn't seem to interest me much as deep at the back of my mind, I had already asked another bank for financing and to redeem all my loans from this bank.

My phone rang and it was from my office. Sensing it could be an important call, I gave excuse and went to a corner to pick up the call. It was god sent as my girl was telling me that I have to attend that banking event. I told her I was there already. Damm, these reminders do come late. But better late than never. I saw the group that was talking to me had moved on to another victim, so I took the opportunity to grab a drink.

As I was doing that, a pretty young thing moved on to me.

"Hi Mr Bei" quipped the young lass.

Immediately my female body investigating tool (FBI-t) came into play. Standing at 1.70m, with a boob size of the most an A+, with facial features of a newly graduated 20 something innocent looking girl, she suit my taste quite well, though the boobs could have been a little bit bigger.

"Oh hi. I didn't catch your name just now."

"You wouldn't know my name but I saw you talking to my boss just now."

"Ah, I see. And your boss asked you to talk to me?"

"No, but I heard from my superiors that you are not that happy with our bank."

Okay. Now, I could either go on rambling about my woes which this young lass would probably have no inkling on how to resolve them or turn this around and be just sociable.

"Yeah. A bit unfortunate seeing how I have been with your bank for donkey years."

"Actually the banking industry is changing. The rates have been standardised and the central committee are not keen to review cases."

"Well, there are others who are more interested and keen."

Sensing that she can offer no solution, she did the best that she could. There was an awkward silence. I mean, what else can I talk in a professional setting. She knew she could offer me no assistance. I broke some ice.

"So how long have you been working for CCB Bank?"

"Oh, only for a few months and there are so many more things to learn."

"Don't worry, you will get there. The first time I visited a bank to apply for a loan, I got bullied. I guess the experience later on will help."

"I just need to find someone who is willing to teach. Please do not quote me saying this but some seniors are just so unwilling to share experience or their customers. Everyone has their target to meet."

"Oh, so did they ask you to specialise in some field or you do all commercial loans?"

"At the moment, I am doing anything that comes along. Quite pathetic actually."

"You bank is actually quite strong with hire purchase. You should try to focus more on that."

"Even so, most of the customers have their preferred bankers."

"Hmmmm... look I was thinking of purchasing blah blah blah. And perhaps you might want to see me. I will see if I can help you."

"Really?" Her eyes litted up like the christmas trees decorations on orchard roads.

I gave a gentle nod.

Her superior seeing that I was chatting with his junior staff thought he might quickly come and rescue her in case I was giving her a hard time.

"Mr Bei, do look after my junior. She's quite new you know." Tastely joke.

"I have never bullied any bankers in my life and you know that." Tastely reply.

"Oh," giggled this young lass. "Mr Orang Utan, actually Mr Bei said he might be giving me a case to do." She wasn't following proper protocol when she suddenly hold my hands like a little girl gleeing when receiving her birthday present.

"Really?" He must be thinking I am having second thoughts about pulling out from his bank.

The more I see this girl, the more I am captivated by her. Her innocence and possibly lack of experience in the real world, yet to be corrupted the cruel reality of what may come. Even her perfume choice of Issey Miyake exudes that innocence.

Frankly the presence of Mr Orang Utan actually contribute negatively to the yin and yang flow of the group and he quickly excuse himself to look for other potential victims leaving Miss.. err.. errr.. damm. I haven't got her name, with me.

"Sorry I didn't catch you name."

She quickly pointed to the name tag on top of her breast. Damm, how could I have missed that. Maybe I was too captivated with her innocent look and not any other part of her body.

"Shirley. It is really nice meeting you." I extended my hand out for a quick handshake. In return, she generously used both hands to hold my hand even though I have yet to promise her anything.

"I might have to go soon. Would you want to go for some tea?"

"I have to be here till 6pm."

I want her. Hmmm.. maybe I was thinking a bit too far. I want her company. Would be nice to get to know her. Absorb some of her innocence. I have lost my eons ago and would be keen to retrieve some.

I have my hand frantically at Mr Orang Utan and gesture him if I could have a quick talk with him. He nodded as we walked to each other with Shirley trailing behind me.

"Hey Orang, is it possible for me to steal Shirley away for a while and discuss with her my case. You have plenty of staffs here to help you."

"Oh, you're leaving now Mr Bei?"

"Yeah, not too keen on the hi-tea but if it is okay with you....."

"Mr Bei, you are our esteemed customers, blah blah blah" more marketing talk. "Shirley, make sure you look after Mr Bei, okay?"

Shirley beemed again as she went to the back area to retrieve her bags.

pachyderm · #2 24-06-2010, 10:36 AM

Revelations! Can share the name of the bank? Thanks.

robinhood · #3 24-06-2010, 11:00 AM

Again!!! this idiot copy and paste other bro beijing story

http://sbfsg.agency/showthread.php?t=190493

RedOmega · #4 24-06-2010, 11:03 AM

Wats is wrong with tis TS?

Tink no one can spot his Cut n Paste!

Lucky he didnt ask for sarpork!!!!!

thomas88 · #5 24-06-2010, 11:05 AM

This mother fucker is a serial copy cat who's wasting the bandwidth everytime by opening new thread with other people's story.

IdontKnow · #6 24-06-2010, 12:09 PM

I think there is something wrong with the database. I have posted a second installment and has seen some of the brothers here replied to my second posting. Anyone managed to save a copy of the second chapter? Kindly copy and paste here. Took me quite a while to write each installment. Thanks!

nstern · #7 24-06-2010, 01:04 PM

Edited as I realised he cut and paste everything brother Beijing wrote.

This TS is an idiot.

alan0338 · #8 24-06-2010, 01:09 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by IdontKnow

I think there is something wrong with the database. I have posted a second installment and has seen some of the brothers here replied to my second posting. Anyone managed to save a copy of the second chapter? Kindly copy and paste here. Took me quite a while to write each installment. Thanks!

even the other TS comments u copy and paste

RedOmega · #9 24-06-2010, 02:07 PM

Really no hope! Dont know what is his purpose!!!!

Its simply a copy job. he has been exposed!!! yet he has the damn bloody cheek to do it again and again and again!!!!
Best part is not shy. keep requesting for points??????

gilagila100 · #10 24-06-2010, 02:21 PM

Zap zap zap and keep zapping loh ...

Sammy shld ban users with -100 ++ points from creating threads.

Waste of bandwidth and database space

IdontKnow · #11 24-06-2010, 05:18 PM

I was a little taken aback by her action. Nonetheless it did feel good. Here I have this innocent young thing who has just issued me a license to do whatever with her. But my sane mind was telling me I need to gauge how emotional she might be. I am not one who would want to carry all the luggage associated with my moment of lust. It was surely more lust than love. I mean right from the time I set my eyes on her till I hugged her then, it was definitely more lust than love. Why else would I have all those dirty thoughts in my mind and my usual protocol of impressing her.

We stood there for a while.

“You got drinks for me? Which is mine?”

I pointed to the alcoholic one. Instead of picking up her drink, she took a sip off mine before taking hers.

“You trying to make me drunk?”

Damm, was I being too honest or too dumb. I nodded as if I was in a trance. You idiot, you are suppose to shake your head! She gave me a wicked smile.

“If I am drunk, it wouldn’t be that enjoyable right?”

The conversation was taking a really dirty twist and I could sense all the sexual pheromones that she was sending me. But yet my final assessment of the entire situation is not done. I do not want to do things that I might regret. Maybe she is innocent and naïve, but hell, the way she talks to me it is as if I was under her control.

I regain some composure.

“Oh, I booked a dinner for the two of us at Shangs. You don’t mind do you?”

“Hmmm… but I have nothing to wear unless you do not mind being seen with me in this dirty smelly working clothes.”

She smelly? God, even if she is without perfume, her entirety would reek of gallons of sweet smelling substances and obviously I was obsessed with that.

“We can go to the shopping centre downstair and grab you something nice if you want.”

She gave a smile. I tell ya I am a master of body language and she was not hiding any hints that she is my girl friend already if not my missus. She launched forward to give me a peck on my cheek.

“That’s for being such a dear.”

The line between lust and love can be so thin. I could tell she was beeming in love and yet I don’t yet have that loving feeling in me. I was still in neutral grounds. If only I am a couple of decades younger, perhaps I would not hesitate to have her as a girl friend.

She drank the alcoholic drink I have made her and perhaps part of her agenda entails her to be in a semi conscious environment.

The salesgirls downstair who recognised me as a familiar faces gave me naughty smiles as if they have approved my latest catch. Hell, you think this is a showing off contest? She quickly picked a one piece black spag strip dress which hugged her body nicely showing off her slim frame though it seems like she is missing some bits on top.

I paid for her dress and immediately she held my hand while we walked out the shop. Truly, I think my reputation has somewhat been tarnished but yet I was certain that the last couple of girls I brought to this shop were decent looking as well. I am definitely not someone who would bring hookers to shop.

We went back up the unit and immediately she wanted to shower. I pointed her to the master bedroom bathroom. She did not close the door to the room and began undressing. She took off everything.

“Bei, do you have a towel?”

Damm, she obviously wanted me to see her nude. Is this like some kind of non-refundable deposit that once taken, I am hers for life?

“It is in the wardrobe. You’ll see it.”

“Awww, come on, be a dear and grab it for me.”

She can be so persistent. I was stealing glances but wasn’t ready to see her in her birthday suit. I looked so much like Stuart Little. Come on, be a man, or rather a wolf, a colourful one at that.

I walked over and grab the towel for her. She looked so nice. No, nice is not the word. Delicious. Yes, so delectable. I want to eat her there and then. Her boobs was smallish but just nice to hold. It looked bigger in nude. There were only a few whisker of pubic hair. Her skin was flawless and fair. I fought very hard not to hug her again. I passed her the towel and straight away went out. I could sense she was laughing at me as I withdrew myself from the battle scene.

As I walked to the living area, my mind was filled with nude images of Shirley. How could a cat reject fish? That I do not know. And these fishes nowadays are damm brave. She would swim right in front of a swimming cat.

She did not close the shower door as I could hear the water raining down. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her showering herself. She quickly finished her shower.

*Please note that my apologies for not re-writing the second installment. I have just done up the third installment. Maybe when the whole story is done, I will do a quick summary of the second installment. Sometimes it is weird that once written, you cannot just return and rewrite.*
“Bei, can you be a dear again and help me wipe my back?”

This fish is really pushing it. I would go in and rape her. Since she is asking for it, why should I be a gentleman? I would push her down in bed hold her legs up and shove it in her. I would let her scream and wail until the folks up at the 88th floor of Twin Towers could hear her. I would make her orgasm over and over again. Yes! That’s what I will do.

RedOmega · #12 24-06-2010, 05:32 PM

Walao! Bro beijing just post, u straight cut and paste! really so thick skin meh? Please la heed advice la! use ur head n not ur butt!

IdontKnow · #13 24-06-2010, 05:35 PM

Just a short summary for those who had missed out on the second installment.

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Basically I brought Shirley back to a very nice unit (which my friend used as a getaway entertainment joint) at Bukit Bintang area. Got to know her better and somehow I overheard her conversation on phone with her boy friend and she would not go out with her boy friend on his birthday and would rather spend time with me. I made the first impulse move by hugging her. But end up, she hugged me.

If I really have the mood and the time, might rewrite the entire second installment

BROTHERS PLEASE SUPPORT AND UP MY POINTS THANKS