The Pass Around Guy (Hong Kong)

When I got the email from Victoria that she wanted to see me, I was taken aback. It had been awhile since we had seen each other. I instantly emailed her asking her if I had done something wrong or I was in trouble. Or worse, was she mad at me?

She emailed back in a very jovial tone saying nothing like that. But she was quite adamant that she wanted to talk as soon as I could. So I told her that night.

Victoria and I were friends. Close friends. When I had first arrived in Hong Kong, we were intimate friends with no preconditions to a sexual relationship. We enjoyed each other’s company and bodies. And we enjoyed both quite thoroughly but we both admitted we would not be good for each other from a relationship perspective.
Heck, I had even written a column or two using her as the muse for my old Jackson Gordon column in the now defunct Taxi magazine.

When we got to dinner, she looked as beautiful as ever. We hugged and I kissed her cheeks and she laughed at seeing me.

“What is that for?” I asked.

“What me laughing? You just make me laugh sometimes.” And she added to it with another chuckle.

We caught up with each other’s lives quickly. She had just broken up with her boyfriend because there was no communication. She commented on how she missed our conversations. That what we talked about seemed to be so real. But she was careful not to cross the line as if she was suggesting that we might try to build something together.

The conversation was fun. The food tasted great. And I was getting more and more curious. So finally I couldn’t take it anymore.

“So why did you want to meet me?”

She looked at me hard. And she laughed again.

“Stop that,” I said.

“Sorry,” And she became serious but with a beaming smile. “I don’t know how to say this, so I am just going to say it.”

My curiosity was on fire. “Okay, say it.”

“You remember Brandy, right?”

And I smiled and laughed. Yes, of course, I remembered Brandy. She was gorgeous. I always called her the Hong Kong Janet Jackson – curvy body for being local Hong Kong and also a very good dancer if she was drunk enough. If not drunk, she became a wall flower. On the night I met her, I was told by everybody that she was very shy. But Brandy and I had talked until the wee hours on a couch during a house party. We talked about everything – including how she handled the death of her father from cancer when she was 10. Which Victoria told me she never talked about to anyone especially strangers. “Yeah, how is she? Still sexy?”

Victoria smiled this secret smile. “Yes, very.” She cleared her throat. “Okay, damn it, I will just say it.”

“Oh god, say it already.” I said shifting in my seat.

“I want you to fuck her.”

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