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My professional client
I was born in in South East Asia. When I was a kid, I was always a good student. I studied overseas in America and came back to my country. I work in a consulting firm for a few years. I am a 30 years old gay asian man. I had some encounters when I was in the US, but nothing lasted for long. It's even harder here in Asia for dating. I am into white older men, in general. It's hard to explain. People said it's opposite attraction. The economy was booming and we have lots of expats from Europe, America, Australia, etc. I am a shy guy, I met some once in a while online. Some were on business trips, just stayed for a few days. Some were expats here, but they were looking for something else, probably younger than me, less ambitious. They said I was too uptight. They thought I was too smart to be a house boy, I guess. Well, you see the conflict here? I may be submissive sexually, but probably not professionally. I am the opposite, actually, pretty assertive.
The story began when I was promoted to a senior analyst in my team. This role put me more in the spotlight. "Your task now is more customer facing, David! I can help you and coach you the first few weeks. After I feel that you can be on your own, you can go to the client meetings without me. You will just need to let me know if you need any help. Congratulations, again!" said Andy, my boss. I was thrilled! Everyone agreed that I deserved that promotion. It finally came after a long wait. I was not worried too much about the client facing role. I had been in lots of client meetings, but I took less visible roles, listened to understand the business and incorporate the insights to my analysis. Then, of course, I provided my boss the data he needed, or just answered some questions. I learned from Andy a lot. I was ready to take on the responsibilities
"Ping!" I received an email from Andy. "Hey, I am sorry for not being able to make it to the meeting this morning with Mr. Johann Figmuller. I have an urgent family issue. I wonder if you can go ahead without me. If not, we will have to reschedule." I gave it a second thought, but I knew I could do this meeting alone. Well, it was me who collected and analyzed the data, and created the presentation. I knew my materials well. I didn't know Mr. Johann though. He was a new client in our firm. "No worries, Andy. I can take this meeting myself. I hope everything is OK with you." It as 10AM and the meeting is at 11AM. I took a deep breath and review my material again. At 10:30, I went to the meeting room and double check if everything worked. It seems like everything was set for the meeting. I usually wore shirts and slacks during the weekdays, but since I was promoted, I always had a jacket in the office and I started wearing ties just in case I needed to meet some clients unexpectedly. I came to the meeting room at 10:50, turn on my presentation. Mr Figmuller arrived at 11 sharp. I greeted him at the front door and ordered coffee for him and tea for me (I don't drink coffee, it makes my heart race!). Well, the truth is I didn't know if I had coffee at that time, it would be the coffee do me so, or Mr Johann Figmuller. He is a tall middle-aged man, in shape, salt & pepper. He wore nice suits with white shirts. His first button was undone, showing some chest hair. When we shook hands, I noticed that he wears "Terre d'Hermès." He made me uncomfortable for a while. He looks like George Clooney. I took him to the meeting room. "I am sorry, Mr. Johann Figmuller..." "Just call me John, please!" he said with a smile on his face. He had the look that can make you nervous when looking into his eyes. If this was not a professional meeting, I would have let myself loose and lost in his control. "Oh, I am sorry, John. Andy just called this morning said he has some family issues, so he cannot make it to the meeting today." "No worries. He informed me earlier. He said you are very good. Let's see what you have today." I started the presentation. I was more nervous than usual. It's probably his look distracted me. Well, it was usually cold in the office, but I didn't think it could be colder than usual on that day. On the contrary, my head seemed warm, but I had chill all over my body. I felt uneasy. My heart raced, and I stammered.
Despite knowing my material well, I lost track from time to time. John seemed to be impatient after 5 minutes. I noticed that he also felt uncomfortable too. He seemed lost, he asked questions that I presented to him just moments ago. About 10 minutes into the presentation, he cut me off. "I am sorry, David. We need to do another time when you can find a better way to present your analysis. I don't have a whole day here." I didn't know how to respond. He seemed upset and walked out of the door.
"What did I do? I cannot lose the first client I have! Not like this." I sat in the meeting room for about half an hour, almost into tears. "Ping!" It was Andy's email. "Oh God! Am I fired?" "Everything is OK? John just emailed and said we need to do the meeting again. I don't really know what he wants. I reviewed the material yesterday and you did a great job! Can you do me a favor, call his secretary and ask for another appointment. The key is you need to know what went wrong today!" "Hi Andy. I think I was too nervous. I will try again. I will call his secretary and book another meeting."
I called his secretary. "John is only free tomorrow morning at 4PM, but he will have a meeting before at his residence, so can you come to his house?" "I sure can." "OK. He said he is looking forward to seeing you again."
"Andy, I make an appointment tomorrow at 4pm at John's house. Would you like to come with me? I can go alone otherwise." "David, my daughter is sick. I don't think I can make it to work tomorrow. Do you need any help?" "No, I will just review the material again tonight. I hope your daughter gets better soon."
I woke up in the morning at 8 after a late night of reviewing the document. My mind is racing with all kinds of questions. I went to the office as usual, started my work normally. I just met John for less than half an hours yesterday. He is incredibly good looking. It's also very hard to tell what he wants from looking at his eyes, so secretive. I took a taxi to his house. It's in the expat area. I arrive at 9:45. The guard let me in and ask me to stay in the waiting area. About 9:55, a group of men ranging from 40-50ish came out. One of them looked at me and winked. He is very good looking and has a beard, very well-groomed. I smile back. John said from his office. "Come in, David." I came in to the house, went straight to his office. It's a small office, but very well-decorated. The office is next to the living room. The house has lots windows, but all have sheers for privacy. John just poured some Whiskey while I came in. He is in a white shirt, red tie, wearing a navy blue suit, which must be tailored as it fitted him really well. "Hi David. How are you today?" "I am good, John. I am sorry that you did not like the presentation yesterday. I came here to ask you for your favor if I can do that again." "Well you see... I don't have a lot of time, you know." he said while staring at me. That look made me nervous. Nervous because I don't know what that look means... He is angry, upset? Is it a lusty look (or my mind interpreted it that way). My heart started to race. I stammered again... "I k....now, ss...ir... I am sorry.. I can do anything if you please. This is my first project since I was promoted." He smiles. And again, I don't know what to make of that... My head is spinning. "I will see what I can do..." He walked to the door and closed it. I was standing next to a wall close to the desk. "I appreciate that sir, I can do anything..." He stared at me again, he walked closer. He took a sip of whiskey and put the glass on his desk. He came close to me, that distance made me breath faster. I notice sweat pouring our on my forehead. "You said "anything" Are you sure?" "Yes s....ir" He moved forward, I stepped back a little and I was against the wall. I had to look up because he is taller than me. All of the sudden... He put his hand behind me and squeezes my butt. My hands touch his chest as I was about to push him out, just a self defense thing. "Are you sure, boy?" whispered he in my ear. I can smell the same cologne that he wore yesterday. I wore something milder Channel Blue. My heart was racing. I closed my eyes and nodded my head. Lots of thoughts went through my mind at this point. "I should not do this... This is unprofessional. I good and competent, I don't need sex to get ahead." My mind seemed to surrender... "It's not about being professional or not. I want this man, I would submit myself to him no matter what." He gaps my neck and force his mouth into me. I tried to push back, but I could not. I surrendered myself to him. I found his tongue seek mine and I responded. With the kiss, I felt less tight, I loosened myself more.. My hands could feel his chest. The shirt fabric is soft, I can feel his tight and muscle chest He continue to kiss me on the mouth. His tongue explored mine. He started to kiss my neck and my ears... I could feel his passion, I felt lost. I didn't say word. I didn't want to interrupt this moment. Though, my mind still came back to the ethical judgement. He was all over me passionately, irresistibly. I breathed harder. That was actually the anxiety of kissing a client... I think he could feel that. He slowed down, sighed and then whispered in my ear. "I have to tell you something. Yesterday, I was distracted by you. Then, I became impatient. I read the report yesterday and it was really well-done." He stopped and looked into my eyes... "With that said, now is your choice. You can leave without any consequences... But i hope you will stay and be my good boy." He stopped and waited for my response. I felt relieved, though there are things to think about because he is technically still my client. I decided to leave it all behind and enjoy this moment. I closed my eyes, move my hands from his chest to wrap around his neck. I didn't say a word, but it seems he got the message. He pressed his lips against mine. His arms wrapped around my back and pulled me tightly to him...
To be continued
To all daddy dom out there, what would you do to David if it were you? ;)