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/Strip 3 - Give and take

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For ages 18+. Be guided, dear readers. This contains series of restricted scenes, again. 

Go with it, okay. :p 

/Strip 3 - Give and take

/Chris' POV

The number you have dialled is either unattended or out of coverage area. Please try your call later. Putanginang Fred na 'yan. Bakit kung kailan kailangan ko siya doon hindi siya macontact. 

"Arghhhh, letse ka talaga Fred!" sigaw ko sa loob ng opisina ko matapos kong ginulgol ang buhok ko. 

I unknotted and removed my necktie because of the severe annoyance bugging me. I tried dialling his digits again but as expected, he didn't even try to catch one. Putangina mo Fred, lagot ka sa akin pag nagkita tayo.

Kaagad agad akong nag-ayos ng sarili nang pumasok ang sekretarya ko matapos kumatok ng ilang beses, "sir dela Vega, mr. Harris wants to see you."

Oh, Max. Now what? 

"Okay, make him come...in." I nodded while my face is being washed by my right palm. 

Kaagad-agad na nakita ko ang nakangising mukha niya nang makapasok siya.

"What's the problem?" He sat down at my desk, devishly grinning. "How's your first sex night?"

Kitang kita mo sa mukha niya na talagang pinagplanuhan nila ang nangyari sa akin noong isang linggo. Yes, you won fucken douchebag. And I lost, totally lost that I couldn't erase all the scenes that had happened. 

Well, have you fucked that woman's slit?

Well, when are you going to...have sex again?

Well, have you fixed it out all well? Well? Well?

I can see the words coming from his two brownish-nut eyes; he's mouthing those.

"Gut rot James!" I gasped, standing while my fists clenched. "Mga gago kayo, I'm--"

Tumalikod ako sa kanya, flunging my tie up on to my chair. "Can you just help me again... to ditch for a private striptease?"

This time I should be rottenly angry. He wasn't expecting it. And I knew it was absurd.

But the sight of her, that night shot up spores hope of lust, unstoppable desire inside me that I wanted it to happen again, for my own good thirst.

Tama pala ang sinasabi nilang, masarap ang una. Sigurado mas sasarap pa ang mga susunod. 

He patted my shoulder, gave it a rub.

"Don't worry, are we gonna call the bitchy owner? Let's rush to that cabin," he teasingly said. "So when's the next round?"

"Tonight."

Kahit ilang beses kaming nagpumilit na kausapin sa telepono ang owner ng striptease cabin na si Selena Ortega ay tumanggi pa rin siya bandang huli. Napwersahan kami ni Max na puntahan nalang mismo siya sa kanyang opisina. 

The Hub.

"No, no, it's not--" The lady with a blonde and wavish hair Selena nervously said. "Just did it once, she won't striptease anymore."