CHAPTER THREE
It was a fine morning, I stumbled into my angel.
I was on my way to work as I stopped by at the toll to reload my touch-n-go card. There she was in one of the toll booth helping me to reload my card.
I still remember Aini’s cute face with her round glasses on her big cute eyes and a thick make up. Her smile was mesmerizing even though she was wearing a black satin hijab and her uniform. Immediately, I was attracted to this cute and pretty malay girl. For the entire day, her imagine has been playing in my mind therefore I decided to make every single opportunity to bump into her everyday.
It was the third time, we met at the toll that I passed my name card to her. She took it with a smile but we still haven’t exchange any words. I was skeptic that she would even response to my card. But it didn’t take long; I received her whatapp message on the next day. I was so joyful as we started exchanging messages on whatapp.
She was twenty and I was twenty three during the time we met. Our first date came after a week of chatting on whatapp. The image of her on our first date was still clearly in my memory. On that particular evening, she has on a light make up with her pink long hijab and a matching light pink long sleeve blouse. She was wearing same color three quarter bottom pleated pant.
Her smile with her cute glass always melted my heart as I picked her up after work. We had pizza before headed for coffee at starbucks café. It was a wonderful night as we got to know each other.
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Our second date took place a week later. Unexpectedly, our relationship has developed to another level during the date. Aini was more casual on our date; she was wearing a white blouse and a blue jean. As usual, she had her hijab on and it was satin purple in color. We had our dinner before headed for a movie as planned.
Once the movie was over, I escorted Aini out of the cinema. During that time there were many people leaving the cinema, it was a long queue out. I was worried Aini might trip or got bump with others, therefore I quickly grab her hand with mine. My heart was beating fast as I was afraid Aini might reject it.
Instead, she was gripping my hand tightly. For the entire journey to the car park, we were holdings hands like a couple. We didn’t even say a word till we entered the car.
“Babe… you want to show me your place?”
She called me “babe” and it was official that she was my girl friend. And surprisingly, she wanted to go to my condo instead having me sending her back.
“Sure… we can have coffee at my place.”
She smiled as I drove back to my condo which was located at Sg Besi. It was corner lot unit with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I stayed alone since I bought it a year ago.
She was giggly happy in the car and I asked why.
“I found someone that love, care and respect me.”
“Who might that be…?” I asked.
“Youloh… I am sure you will treat me with love not like my two ex boyfriends who treated me brutally in bed.”
“Sure you don’t mind? I am Chinese, you know.”
“Love conquered all…” she smiled at me.
When we reached my condo, I escorted her into my place. She was so happy and roaming around my unit while I prepared coffee for both of us. Later, while we sat on the sofa enjoying coffee…
Aini asked “Why do you pass a name card to me… of all people?”
“I was attracted to you since the first time we met.”
She smiled and started to kiss me. It was a passionate and long kiss before she whispered on my ear.
“Make love to me.”
I was surprised by her move but it was expected as soon as she asked me to show her my place. She pulled me toward the bedroom.
Soon, we kissed again while we removed our clothes. As we broke our kiss; she was standing there without a shred of cloth. Her skin was smooth and fair on her slim body. I was admiring her B cup breasts with her perky small brown nipples. Without hesitation, I kissed and sucked them.
Aini started moaning loudly as we dropped onto my queen size bed. We were hugging each other while our hands were roaming our bodies. Soon, my hands started to roam toward her small patch of brown hairs above her pussy. She was moaning and enjoying every single touch from Girne Escort me. By now, my hands were on her smooth and wet pussy lips. She started to talk dirty till I couldn’t stand. I quickly positioned myself onto her and she was so eager to receive my hard cock.
I never experienced such a passionate love making experience. Aini was so enjoying sex has driven me more and more passionate. Her dirty talks during our love making had me addicted to her. That first night, we had three rounds of sex before we dozed off to sleep. Since the next day was a public holiday, Aini has stayed overnight with me. In the morning, she woke up early to cook breakfast for me.
It was after a month, Aini started to move in with me. I was worried about how her family would think about our relationship. But her family was very opened minded and has been very supportive about our interracial relationship. They were glad that she found someone that so adored and loved her.
Ever since she moved in with me, our sex life was full of excitement. Aini was open minded in bed and always eager to try new things and experiences. We had a collection of sex toys as well as porn movies. Her favorite was japanese porn especially involving teacher student or mother son relationship. We often role-played her favorite themes and each time we made love it was something new.
It was one of my best two years in my life.
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“Boss… boss…”
I was woken up from my day dream. Ms Tan was knocking at my office door and stood there for awhile. The tall fair skin single mother lady has working with me since I opened up my own cars dealership.
“Are you ok… boss?” she asked.
I just nodded and looked at her. As usual, she wore white blouse and a navy blue skirt. She always looked lady like with executive dressing and short bob cut hair. Tan was in her early thirties as we met. She was a hire purchase officer and I was a recond cars sale consultant. We had many business dealings together till she left the bank.
It was later; I found out that she was devastated by her car salesman boyfriend. She had gotten pregnant by him and the guy left her with another girl.
One year ago, she contacted me for help and she was looking for a job. During that time, I was setting up my own dealership so I invited her to join me. Ever since, she was been working on paperwork and accounts for the company.
“The bank has released the loan for the city and wish.”
“Great. Please chase for the others disbursement.”
She smiled and adjusted her glasses on her face.
“Oh, can you please ask Billy and Hizal to follow up their harrier, jazz and HRV loans?”
“Ok.”
The she left and the door of my office closed. I looked outside the windows, my two sales consultants were busy serving customers.
Then Ms. Tan knocked my door again.
“Boss, Alan called and asked whether you are going to Sepang tonight?”
“I will but tell him and not going down to the track like I had told him before.”
“Ok… ok,” she smiled.
Although she was like my elder sister but she has been relying on me when she was in trouble. I always had a soft heart to help her since she has no one to rely on.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Sepang International Race Circuit was brightly lit with lights.
The roars of a few the AMG C200 passed through the finished line stirred the grandstand area. I sat at one of the spectator seats looking at the opposite pit area. There were many teams took part in the race challenge organized by Hap Seng Star.
It was street and amateur racers challenge that only allowed Mercedes Benz cars to be on the track. The race was in the second event, as the cars were rushing toward the finish line marking the end of the event. My team has taken part of the event and I was here to support them.
Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up as James, our team sponsor sat next to me.
“Not racing tonight…?” he asked.
“Yup, I am a little tired tonight so I told Alan that I am not going down on the track.”
Before James could reply, there were a large crowd gather at a specific pit. It seemed more and more people were rushing over.
“Is it an accident?” I asked.
“Let’s Magosa Escort me go and have a look…” as James slowly walked away.
I walked toward the fence to have a look at the commotion that took place. I could see a few organizer members also rushed toward the scene.
It was then my phone rang and it was Alan, my team leader.
“Bro, where are you?”
“I am in the grandstand, why?”
“We need you help, apparently there was a professional driver team came over and challenges us?”
“But I can’t help much, since I am not going down the track…”
“The team is challenging all of us. I meant they are challenging every amateur and street racer teams.”
“Mmmm hmmm”
“They said that tracks are for professional drivers not for amateur or street racers. Right now they are requesting a race challenge with Faizal.”
“Our Street Prince, the team is pretty arrogant. What cars are they using?”
“They have two units of C43 AMG Coupe which were professionally tuned.”
“Wow… totally handicapped our cars…”
“That is why, we need you here and you are the only one that beat Faizal before. Come on bro.”
“Ok… ok, I will be there.”
I left the grandstand area and passed through the tunnel towards the pit area. There were more and more crowds on the pit area. I could felt the heat and intense of the situation as I walked toward my team’s pit.
“So what is going on now?” I looked at Alan.
Alan pointed at Faizal’s team as they were getting ready. The Street Prince’s Brabus C250 was at the starting line already.
“It seemed a challenge was imminent as everyone wanted to beat them in a race,” James commented.
“How many laps… the race is going to be?” I asked.
“Three laps according to one of the staff of the organizer.”
Then the crowd was cheering as Faizal walked out of his pit into the track. Everyone were giving their support to Faizal as he walked pass them. Not long after, the black C43 roared onto the starting line. Their team leader was standing between both cars and made an announcement.
“We will be sending our second driver since we don’t think anyone of you is qualified to race with our best.”
There was a commotion from the crowd as people started to get angry by the leader comment. However, thing quiet down as both of the cars started their engines.
Then, the light turned green followed by a horn and both cars speed away from the line. It was obvious that the C43 lead the race.
“The horsepower of the car is doubled, and looked at the C43 turned the corner…” Alan said.
I nodded as I carefully observed the black car.
“Faizal driving style is too predictable and strictly followed the textbook… eventually he will left behind,” I commented.
James and Alan nodded as agreement.
“Too safe…” I added.
The cars passed through the line into second lap and Faizal was about 10 seconds behind. I could see there were many worried faces in the pits. Indeed the C43 was perfectly tuned for the track race with almost no weakness. I was too cooped up with the C43 that I didn’t realize all my team members already stood behind me.
“YJ… how?” everyone was asking me.
Alan looked at me and I knew what he is asking. I slowly took out my car keys and handle to Yap.
“Alright… alright. Yap please gets my car and adjusted my suspension 1.5 inch higher.”
Yap nodded as he rushed out of the place.
“Hard mode as well…” I yelled at him.
He waived his hand and disappeared from our sight.
Then I looked at Alan and said “Bro, let the professional team know that I want to challenge their best driver.”
“What?” Alan was shocked but our attention was diverted to the black C43 crossed the finish line first followed by Faizal’s car later.
Everyone was shaking their heads.
“You see… we lost already, and you want to challenge their best.”
“Yes… if not where is the fun of that…” I commented.
As Alan walked towards the organizer booth, I needed to get ready and change to a racing suit. James was following me and asked “Are you sure that you know what you are doing?”
“Well… if we don’t race we will never know…”
I smiled at him and walked into the changing Lefkoşa Escort room.
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I stood next to my AMG A250 that just tuned by Yap. I was waiting for the other black C43 to the starting line.
From the pits, many teams were cheering at me. And the roar of C43 filled the track as the car lined up at the starting line. I looked at the driver and to my surprise; the best driver of the challenger was a she. She is too stunning to be a driver instead she looked a model.
She had tied her long hair into a bum as this chinese lady looked like in her late twenties and she started to wear her helmet.
The team has accepted our request to send their best driver. Further the organizer also agreed that the race will have no rules like a street racing but just on a track. The other accepted our conditions as they already felt superior.
I nodded at the lady driver before I entered my car.
Once the light turned green, I pressed on my throttle as my car sped on the night track. Eventually, the C43 was ahead of me. The horsepower different was clearly seemed on the track especially in straight line. With a higher gravity point, it was not easy for my A250 to pass corners steadily at high speed. All I could do was to close my distance from the car ahead.
The driver in the C43 was good and skillful too as she made every corner perfectly.
“15 seconds different” Alan was on the channel as I entered second lap.
The distance from the C43 was again further after we passed through the grandstand tracks.
I steered through a few corners before I put a full throttle at T5. From that point onwards, breaking will be minimized. The car in front was further than I anticipated so I need to make my attack as early as T7 and T8. As the corner became nearer, I speed up my car even faster as I turned into the grass area to make a u-turned at T7 and T8 instead of going on the track. This made my A250 going two corners at one hair pin maneuver which is a shorter distance.
By adjusting the car to higher gravity point made it able to pass corner outside the track. The C43 was now just right ahead of me. Soon I maneuver the same feat at T9 then T11 and lastly T14. As we reached the straight track at the grandstand area, both of our cars were side by side.
After T1 on our last lap, the C43 was still ahead of me and she was panicking. Her racing line was a little off as she was trying to block me. As my car coming to T4, I needed to risk it by steering into a tight off track maneuver again. I needed to trust my A250 that it will able steered back into the track at the speed I wanted.
I looked at my speedometer, it was 110kmph. The C43 was now behind me as I sped away from her. I repeated the feat again at T9 and T11 which I had secured my challenge. Although the C43 tried to catch up on the final stretch but it was too late.
The crowd was cheering as I stopped my car in the pit.
James and Alan were clapping their hands, when I came out of the car.
“You always surprised me…” Alan said.
“You owe me one… and please asked Yap to check my car… might have lot of dirt underneath it.”
“Will do… will do, bro.”
“And, you better give me my break.”
Alan put a thumb up at me. James smiled… “I never regret sponsoring your team. One last question, you don’t afraid that the opposition will use the same feat like you?”
“They already tuned it to the track specs. If they did that, the car will spin off and out of the race. They can’t risk it especially professional driver, they used to regulations.”
Everyone was listening with full of enthusiasm. Then we were interrupted by the C43 stopped at our pit. The driver gave me a thumb up and I just waved at her before she drove away.
It was a tired night; I left as soon as Yap finished clearing the dirt underneath my car and ran a last check on it again. The race challenge was in the fifth event by now.
My A250 stopped by the Petronas station for refill. Suddenly, the black C43 stopped behind me. The lady driver walked toward me and she was in her blue jean and white t-shirt. Her hair was now untied and curly, definitely a model. She has mimic much of a Korean model style in her. She has an hourglass figure and she smiled at me.
“Hi…”
“Hi…” I greeted her back.
“I am Leanne. You are great on the track tonight.”
“It was luck… I would say. Oh, I am YJ.”
“You want to have a coffee?” she invited me.
“Here…”
“Where else… of course here at the Mesra Cafe. I am buying,” she smiled.