Horny Little Women Ch. 08

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Matthew discovers the steamy side of Manila.
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Part 8 of the 11 part series

Updated 11/01/2022
Created 09/13/2006
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Matthew Ryder sat in the lounge of the plush Makati apartment, contemplating the future – both near and far. With early evening approaching, the invite to lawyer Tino Sala's dinner party occupied his mind. Not the most gregarious or outgoing of young men, his father's cosseting of the growing lad for two decades was primarily to blame.

Indeed, socialising was a somewhat alien concept to Matthew. At least it had been, until the recent spell in England brought him right out of his shell. But now, away from the bosom of his family and back in familiar yet unfamiliar territory, he'd quickly receded to the Matthew of old.

And there were more far-reaching dilemmas for the young man. As the days passed, he found himself torn between making a go of it in Manila where he had roots, property and security and returning home to England where he had four lovely sisters and a loving mother but little else of tangible value.

And he could be fairly certain his four sisters wouldn't be around forever. They had their own lives to live. He could uproot back to England only to find they had boyfriends – or in Jo's case a girlfriend. Not of course that he could stand in their way. But unless there was some guarantee that every week would be like the one he'd just spent, he was reluctant to make the commitment. And the chances of them relocating in the Philippines were slim. England was their home and they loved it there.

Glancing around the apartment, Matthew issued an elongated sigh as one problem after another presented itself. A further consequence of his father's passing away was the cessation of employment of long time housekeeper Mae-Lin. It had been her choice, not Matthew's, who'd have happily kept her on, the decision facilitated by becoming the beneficiary of $20,000 from the old man's estate, a grand for each year of her employment. A nice windfall, it would enable Mae-Lin to live out a comfortable and perhaps overdue retirement. Yet judging on the state of the apartment, it was no help to Matthew who needed to find a replacement quick.

And then there was his immediate financial future. A quarter of a million dollars was fantastic for a twenty-year old to inherit but there were bills to pay, taxes to meet and other financial penalties. Besides which it wouldn't last forever. He could do with a new car, there was work needing doing around the apartment and he ought to take care of his four sisters. The stark reality for Matthew was he needed to find a job, and fast. And the longer he left it, the less inclined he'd be.

But, for now, there were more immediate pressing matters at hand, a combination of trepidation at facing an unfamiliar crowd mixed with the fear of the possibility of unrequited lust. A long hot and relaxing soak in the bathtub helped to wash away some of the apprehension and a more confident character emerged from the bathroom. Posing before the full length mirror in the bedroom and adjusting the bow tie, Matthew resembled a young James Bond in the black tuxedo. He turned aside in profile, closed an eye and held his thumb and forefinger in a gun shape. Heather couldn't fail to be impressed by him, could she?

A warm balmy evening, he elected to walk to Tino's apartment that stood on the marina, a stone's throw from the work-in-progress that would become Ryder Tower over the next year or so. For now, it was a rubble building site surrounding a mesh of scaffolding and plastic that protected the metal and concrete skeleton from the elements. It was amazing to think that its completion would eventually ensure his financial future.

Deliberately late in arriving, the uneasy young man was anxious to avoid being sucked into small talk or worse, out of his depth swamped in legal mumbo-jumbo. Yet the ploy had the reverse effect, his arrival immediately conferring upon him the unwanted role of the centre of attention. They were all anxious to pass on their condolences and wish him well for the future, speaking in tongues till his head was swimming. Thankfully dinner arrived and they could fill their mouths with food instead of homilies.

A small but select crowd, Tino had invited two fellow partners in the law firm, accompanied by their wives. In addition two young legal executives, one male, one female also represented the law firm. There was a respected yet crusty old judge and his equally crusty wife in attendance, the pair looking eighty if they were a day. A business associate that, it transpired, had known Matthew's father had been invited along too, with pretty receptionist and potentiallove interest Heather making up the numbers. Matthew's early reservations were soon swept away on account of a deep swig of wine, followed quickly by another, and the favourable seating arrangements.

Tino had ensured to place his new best client next to Heather who was looking utterly beguiling. Her outfit was simple: a one-piece white summer dress with a red and green flower print pattern that hung off the shoulder. Knotted at the apex of her breasts, it flared at the knee. She had elected to put her mane of dark hair up, held in place by two chopstick-like implements. Remembering his manners, Matthew eased back the chair for her to sit, rewarded with a reticent smile.

Immediately across the rectangular table, in direct competition, was sat highflying legal executive Connie Truong. Heather's opposite in more ways than one, her green chiffon gown screamed designer opulence. Her long flowing hair worn down the neck and back, Connie was the epitome of a strong-willed Filipina woman making a mark in this male orientated profession. Caught in the crossfire of conversation, Matthew felt a warm inner glow as each young woman seemed to vie for his attention between mouthfuls. Why he had ever worried, God only knew.

Occasionally he'd glance up to see Tino grinning from the head of table. The introduction of sex kitten Connie into the equation had given Matthew a real dilemma. 5'2 in high heels, she was pencil slim and exuded confidence, the sort of girl that knew what she wanted and more importantly how to get it. Ultra-competitive in nature, she was quick to pick up upon Heather's paucity of etiquette and uncomplicated demeanour, using it to put the other girl firmly in her place. Matthew really felt for poor Heather who was way out of her depth though he was impressed at the dignity with which she handled herself. She was simplicity personified.

Connie, on the other hand, was a true enigma, verging on the schizophrenic. She reminded him of Lucy Liu's character in Ally McBeal, a real firebrand. When she wasn't toying with Matthew or verbally jousting and bitching with Heather, Connie would flirt unsubtly with the ancient judge who sat to her right.

It was true what they said about power, it was the ultimate aphrodisiac, though Matthew was not without appeal, with looks to go with the bank account-to-be. For Connie would have done her homework.

Thankfully for Matthew there was Johnny Frio to his left to diffuse the overwhelming sexual tension and catty asides. A thoroughly engaging man in his fifties with an infectious passion for live, he claimed to have known Matthew's father for well over a decade. As the wine flowed, so did the anecdotes, becoming ever more daring. The stories left Matthew both amused and dumbfounded in equal measure. Unbeknown to the young man, his father had been something of a player with the ladies over the years. Perhaps that was where Matthew's own latent sexual proclivity that had been unleashed in England came from.

Yet it was another side to the multi-faceted Johnny that intrigued Matthew the most. A surveillance expert by occupation, he'd spent his working life among cameras, newfangled gadgetry and hidden lenses. He claimed to have caught more philandering husbands and wives than the Manila angling industry had caught fish. Since Matthew himself had aspirations to be a computer and techno wizard, not to mention his passion for watching, they found themselves getting along like lifelong buddies.

Taking the young man aside after pudding had been served and brandy was being passed around, Johnny made a disclosure that caused the younger man's jaw to drop. Apparently, prior to his death Matthew's father had been contemplating taking a stake in the business. He'd had enough of the high speed and cut-throat world of property development and wanted out before it killed him, he'd said. Sadly he hadn't done so soon enough. Out of respect, the pair exchanged purse-lipped, dewy-eyed expressions.

Yet Matthew's mind was firmly in the present and the future, not the past. He wondered out loud whether the opportunity still existed. Johnny's eyes sparkled. "I hoping you say that, Matthew. I plan retire next five years. I no sons and heirs, need go-getter to carry on business when I'm gone."

"That's me," replied Matthew assuredly.

Johnny smiled. "We get together next week, yah, discuss things?"

Matthew nodded enthusiastically. There was no denying he needed something to occupy his time until Ryder Tower was up and running. This sounded exactly the type of business venture he could throw his enthusiasm behind. As he mulled over the possibilities, Johnny gestured him closer. "What you think this is?" he enquired, holding between his thumb and forefinger what looked like a black sequin off a dress.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders and Johnny's eyes lit up like someone who had a real passion for what he did. Leaning right up close he cupped a hand around Matthew's ear and whispered: "It's hidden camera."

Matthew's exhaled deeply. That tiny speck was a camera?

"Okay Matthew, hold out your hand."

The wide-eyed youngster obliged, twisting his wrist and allowing Johnny to place the almost inconspicuous disc in his palm. Immediately it turned from its original black to a matching Caucasian hue, virtually disappearing before his eyes. "Heat sensitive, you see," Johnny clarified with a grin. "It take on appearance of whatever it placed upon."

"Wow! No shit!"

Johnny sniggered like Muttley. Looking around for potential eavesdroppers, the surveillance expert once again whispered directly into Matthew's ear. "Earlier in evening I slip one of these on Connie's suspender belt."

Matthew spluttered the wine back in the glass. He had a funny feeling the two of them were going to get along just fine. It was strange, all these wonderful friends his father had, like Johnny and Tino, and he'd been as cold in life as he was in death.

Reaching inside his jacket pocket, Johnny removed a sleek black device that resembled a hi-tech mobile phone. Switching on, the front panel illuminated in green and red though the screen was initially fuzzy and unrevealing. Sensing the reason why, the pair glanced down the room and through a set of double doors to the lounge where Connie sat alone on the couch, her knees pressed tightly together. Just then they were passed by the doddery old judge who issued a nod of acknowledgement before heading off in Connie's direction. "Hello my dear," he heralded before she helped him sit down.

Matthew glanced around guiltily, searching out Heather. The last thing he wanted was to be caught as a Peeping Tom. Thankfully she was with a group of women, still at the table and chatting merrily, busily engaged. She did, however, find time to issue a warm smile his way, but made no move to come join him. Perfect.

A few minutes passed as Connie and the judge engaged in conversation before the legal executive moved for the first time. No more than a shift of the backside, the hidden camera picked up the briefest flash of thigh and a hint of pink thong. The aged judge leaned forward and glanced up the room, espying his wife gathered with the other women, safely out of sight. He and Connie were alone in the lounge and evidently she realised it too. Reaching aside, she lifted a cushion onto her lap, upon which a set of legal papers from the judge's pocket was unfolded. To anyone happening to enter the room, it would appear the pair of were discussing the latest developments in the judicial world.

Unbeknown to the pair, Matthew's and Johnny's eyes were locked to the screen. As Connie parted her thighs, the concealed camera picked up with picture perfect clarity the legal executive's soft inner thighs and the whole crotch of the pink thong. They exchanged wide-eyes glances as a decrepit hand moved into view. Shielded underneath the cushion, a set of spindly fingers raked at the flesh of the thigh, the screen darkening momentarily as the judge's palm caressed the suspender belt to which the camera was attached.

From their standpoint twenty feet away, Matthew and Johnny could hear quite audibly Connie's gasp as the judge's roving fingers found their way upward to the front of her crotch. Angling his hand, the filthy old pervert pressed the thong fibre into the crack of what appeared to be an extremely juicy and highly aroused cunt. Connie purred and arched her back to try to get more digit inside, prevented by the nylon barrier.

Shifting position once more, the gown rode up her thighs as she hooked her thumbs through the waistbands at the sides of the thong. The judge uttered indecipherable mumblings as his bony fingers prodded the dampening crotch. Drawing the thong down her upper thighs, as it moved towards the camera the screen went fuzzy momentarily and Matthew couldn't help but sneak a peek over. As he did, Connie slid the thong down a pair of angular calves and off the end of her toes.

Reaching down to the floor with considerable effort, the ancient yet enthusiastic judge gathered up the triangular garment. A quick press of the moist gusset to his hangdog face as if inhaling from an oxygen tank, he groaned his approval before the thong was quickly secreted in a jacket pocket for later usage.

With the nylon barrier removed, the upshot was that Matthew and Johnny now had an unrestricted view of Connie's delicious pussy on the screen. Cleanly waxed, the puffy lips glistened with specks of arousal. The camera was so close it was possible to make out little bubbles of cum fizzing just inside the luscious pink folds.

Growling beneath his breath, the judge slid a hand up Connie's thigh once more. This time he enjoyed an unbarred fondle. The aroused twenty-two-year old quivered at the touch as those rogue fingertips toyed with the slippery slit and stretched the outer lips apart. Grunting his approval, the judge pushed upward, an index finger nestling inside the gorgeously tight yet malleable twat. A discreet glance over, Matthew noted the naughty legal executive close her eyes and nibble her bottom lip as her cunt hole was plugged with a twig-like finger. With a dexterity that belied his years, the judge prodded and probed like a true pro, embedding the whole digit in wet twat.

Yet it needed help from the middle and ring finger to stretch Connie's crack discernibly. As Matthew shot intermittent glances, he saw the old boy start to slobber on Connie's neck, mumbling obscenities and seeming uninhibited by the threat of discovery. Matthew couldn't be entirely sure whether she was allowing it to happen for sexual gratification or as some kind of potential leg-up the legal ladder. Matthew suspected the latter which was in keeping with what he'd gleaned of Connie during their short introduction. Either way, as the judge thrust with purpose up into the spread love tunnel, she came with an enormous gasp that carried across the lounge. On the screen her juices bubbled and fizzed in the crack, some of the cunt honey dribbling onto the tops of her thighs.

The host's approach brought to an end the sideshow. Johnny switched off and slipped the receiver inside his jacket pocket, standing with hands in front of crotch like a guilty schoolboy. "We discuss business next week, yah Matthew?"

"Oh definitely," the young man enthused, shifting position to cover his own erection.

"What you two up to?" enquired Tino.

"We just picking up where Matthew's father left off," replied Johnny.

Matthew nodded in concurrence.

"You watch Johnny, yah," observed Tino with a grin. "He get you in trouble if you not careful, Matthew."

Oh I sincerely hope so, the young man thought.

Tino also brought to an end Connie and the judge's games. Grinning, the old pervert lifted the three juice-laden digits to his lips and sucked longingly, mouthing his approval. Connie elevated from the couch and sashayed away, brushing past Matthew with a guilty expression and heading for the bathroom. He liked to imagine that, in the wake of the judge's spindly fingering, her pussy was nice and ready for a thick cock.

Imbued with sufficient verve from having downed three-quarters of a bottle of wine, Matthew moved off in pursuit, only to catch Heather's appealing look out of the corner of his eye. She smiled sweetly, leaving him in a quandary as Connie's legs disappeared up the stairs. Turning on his heels, Matthew approached the pretty receptionist instead, taking a seat. Like good dutiful Filipinas, the other women quickly dispersed leaving the young pair alone at the table. "Sorry I go soon, Matthew," Heather apologised and immediately he began to regret the choice

Attempting to salvage the situation he leant over and whispered in her ear: "I'm getting a little bored too. Would you allow me to walk you home?"

Heather turned slightly so that her ear brushed his nose. Without thought Matthew kissed the lobe tenderly, feeling the girl's body quiver and hearing a tiny whimper fall from her lips. Moving down and driven on by dutch courage, he butterfly-kissed along her soft neck before pulling away, looking rather sheepish. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Heather smiled and held a finger to his lip. Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it gently. "Thank you for offering walk me home, only I no able to accept your offer."

Matthew fought to dispel a huge look of disappointment. Upstairs the toilet flushed as Heather clarified: "You see Matthew, I not rich girl like Connie. I live other side of city. I get taxi home, yah."

Matthew issued a smile of relief. It wasn't a brush-off as he'd first feared. "Leave it to me."

A quick word with Tino and a phonecall later, the limousine was waiting outside. Heather looked over, stunned and embarrassed but climbed in nonetheless as Matthew held open the door. As she waved goodbye animatedly to the remaining guests, Matthew caught Connie's bemused gaze, trying to convince himself that it was the right decision. After all, Heather was bubbly and fun, coy and demure all at the same time, whereas Connie was little more than a self-promoting slut. Not that that was without appeal, but...

During the journey they chatted breathlessly. When Heather enquired of his family, Matthew told her of his sisters in England and how he missed him. As they swapped experiences, it struck him how much they had in common. Both her parents had died prematurely, swept away in one of the tsunamis that tend to strike the islands once a decade. And though his mother was alive, she was on the other side of the world. Heather issued a consolatory smile before revealing details of her nearest and dearest. "The twins, Mia and Tia, they just turn eighteen though they still no find work," she imparted with regret. "And Elise, she seventeen and still at school, but not for much longer. She too struggle to find work I fear."

Matthew issued an inward sigh of appreciation at the revelation – the trio sounded scrum-diddly-umptious – before it was stifled by Heather's lips. Mmm, he'd definitely made the right decision. As she pulled away she confided: "I wanted do that all evening, Matthew."

Matthew lolled back breathless in the voluminous seat as the limousine proceeded through the streets and into a quarter of Manila his father had warned him to avoid. Working girls hung around on street corners and teenaged tearaways revved bike engines. Hopefully the limousine was bullet-proof. "It not so bad as it look," Heather defended.

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