Chapter 5 - Nicki
This is a quick Christmas-themed story based on a girl I worked with when I was in Hong Kong. After writing chapter 4 while suffering from COVID (if you look carefully you might find the section I imagined up in the middle of a fever dream), I'm a little burned out and was planning on taking a week off from writing, but Christmas fever has hit, I am feeling better, and am finding myself thinking back to an old work Christmas party and a hot little thing called Nicki (not real name).
Nicki was a sexy British red-head I worked with for a few months in a terrible training centre job in Hong Kong. I was very attracted to her, and we flirted a lot, but I was in a relationship and never got closer than colleagues with her. She got pretty drunk and overly touchy with her flirting at the Christmas party, and I have turned it into a little Christmas quickie.
The sex in this is fictional, but most of the stuff before it is pretty much true to my understanding of reality. We did work closely, and she was as openly promiscuous as I describe. We did work for an awful boss who was universally unpopular. Nicki's birthday party did happen. She did hook up with the guy shown and did tell that story the next day. I did not sleep with the Chinese girl on the rooftop bar as described, but she did exist, and I was drunk enough to flirt with her before remembering I had a girlfriend and stopping myself from taking it further. The Christmas party did happen, and her behaviour was as described, with some embellishments and exaggeration, but that is where it stops - we didn't fuck and that is not what led to me getting fired at the end, which did happen.
In the story I am being a lazy writer and positioning myself as newly single without much reason for it - as previously mentioned, I am a little burned out from the last chapter. I also don't want to write a cheating story now, because I am saving one up for the next instalment. Let's get to it!
Merry Christmas!
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Hong Kong is a hot, hot place. I only moved here to live with my girlfriend, but she decided to go home and dump me in that sweltering hellhole. It's a hellhole I grew to love, but the sheer heat of late summer, and basically every other season, drove me crazy.
I had a job lined up there when I arrived. I wasn't overly enthusiastic about it, but it would pay the bills. Moving into my new, tiny, shared apartment was a nightmare I was glad was finally over and I had begun to settle in with my new local housemates, which meant I could start working. I arrived for my first day at the school and was met by a haughty, upper-crust elite woman by the name of Jennifer, who introduced herself as the CEO and talked me through my duties. I paid my respects to my new boss but coming from a lower working-class family (and not being afraid to show it) I knew we wouldn't be getting along.
The centre specialised in preparing kids for applications to elite British boarding schools. I was expecting to be working with others like Jennifer but was pleasantly surprised. The tiny teacher's office was opposite Jennifer's office and featured 6 office spaces that anybody could use. I was introduced the others and noticed a few people who I could get along with. There was a small, dumpy middle-aged woman with a wonderful, thick Yorkshire accent and enormous tits called Sarah. She had a motherly feel about her that reminded me of half of my family. I was also introduced to Simon, an overtly gay guy who took an immediate and strong disliking to my long hair and thin, lanky frame, but who I grew to get along with more than most of the others. I also met Brad, a quiet and good-looking South African guy who became a regular drinking partner. And then then there was Nicki.
She had flowing, curly ginger hair and a great body that was shown off by her professional attire. It looked like she had a decent set of tits on her, and she smelled great. I had only ever fucked one red-head and it was amazing, leaving me with an intense fetish for women who looked like Nicki. My cock throbbed as I shook her hand, but I maintained my professionalism and didn't immediately show my interest in her.
Others worked there on a part time basis, and I met them over the course of the first few days, including Mia, a pretty part-time English teacher who doubled up as a yoga instructor in her mid-30s. She always wore low cut, loose tops to combat the heat and I always caught glimpses of her small, bra-clad tits down the front. Despite other female distractions around me, I knew that Nicki was the girl of my dreams.
My first weeks went by smoothly and I learned that she was from the south too, but grew up in the countryside, which led to a lot of flirty banter back and forth as I mocked her for being rural and she criticised Londoners for being arrogant pricks.
We had a lot of chemistry, but for a couple of months we didn't hang out socially or go further than just flirting. She always seemed to have one short-term boyfriend or another that she was talking about in the office, so I kept my distance and made my own social life outside of work.