Judging from the replies here, I guess I will continue the story for a while...
So after Abby gave up trying to convince me to let her buy me a jacket (I am not a kept gigolo you know), we walked around a bit trying to find a place to get dinner and we ended up at the huge shopping mall (think it is Times Square or something) near the Causeway Bay MTR station.
We ventured into one of the conveyor belt sushi chains and ended up dinner there where I literally had a dinner date with what now seems to be a normal Hongkie (some may argue China) girl, whom I had just banged in her sex141 brothel room a few days ago. I would say nothing really interesting happened during that dinner, except that she claims that she lives with her mother, and she needs to get back home before 12 midnight. I was not buying her bullshit that she needs to go back home and has a curfew and tried hinting to her repeatedly to have a nightcap over at my hotel. She kept avoiding the topic while I kept convincing her.
I finally layed out the trump card by saying, "I thought you said I was your boyfriend. Aren't you my girlfriend? And aren't we dating?". I could still remember the surprised look on her face when I said that, and I could remember that she was actually thinking how to respond very intensely.
"I really have to get back home tonight, otherwise my mother will be upset. How about this, I'll give you a call tomorrow after I've closed shop and we'll go for dinner and after that I'll stay over okay?".
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes silly boy, I'll come over tomorrow night. Promise!" she said gleefully.
Bam, score. I was really looking forward to the next night, although I was extremely skeptical if she will honour her promise. The rest of the night was uneventful except that she tried to pay for the meal while I insisted on paying as I was on travelling for business and my company is footing the bill. Saw her off at the MTR station, and no we didn't have sex that day.
To be continued.... | |
