I’m slumped at the hotel bar, suitcase dumped upstairs, keycard burning a hole in my pocket. Jet-lagged from France, burying breakup ghosts. Outside, humid heat smothers the city; inside, AC blasts like winter. Jazz trio swings from Billie Holiday to Oscar Peterson, gravelly vocals cutting the din. Bankers and traders swarm, faking cosmopolitan vibes in this ex-colonial hive—Singapore vibes, maybe. Beers flow. I nurse mine, bubbles dancing gold in the glass. Ella Fitzgerald croons melancholy. Phone buzzes—flight reminder tomorrow. Ignore it. Sink deeper into the void.
Music pauses. Chatter swells. Soft voice insists beside me. Turn. She’s perfection: thirty-ish Asian banker, black suit hugging curves, jet ponytail, eyes sparkling irritation at my zone-out. Apologize, shift. She presses close, orders two scotchs. Malt glows amber. Grabs my arm, drags to the bar terrace. City sprawls below, distant runway lights flickering like promises.
The Stopover
‘How long since she left?’ she asks. Stunned. ‘Alone, brooding. Only a woman does that.’ Stammer jet lag excuse. She smirks. ‘Whatever. I know what you need to forget her.’ Let her assume. Clink glasses. ‘Drink deep, drown the dark. I’m your partner in crime tonight. Alcohol’s fog leads us. Dangerous, you and me. No tomorrow.’ Why me? ‘Your sadness pulls me. Vulnerable men don’t judge. I’ll make you forget.’ Finish drinks. Taxi. Unknown address. Streets empty, she shivers, nestles in. Arm around her, hand on hip. AC chill or sparks?
Pull up. Dim streetlights. Doorman eyes me wary. Her sleek apartment, 38th floor. Beige-black minimalism. Massive window to infinity terrace pool, city oblivious below. Grabs whiskies, sets on edge. Dives in, clothes clinging. I follow. Circle in water, eyes locked. Lips crash. Tongues frenzy. Hands roam her face, neck, under blazer. Peel it off. Chest to chest. She rips my shirt. Kiss shoulders, neck, lips. She claws belt, yanks jeans. Naked, exposed.
The Transit
Her turn. Unbutton blouse, unzip skirt. Black lingerie pops on golden skin. Press back to front, unhook bra. Perfect tits. String bikini bottoms frame ass. Pinch nipples hard. Moans rise. Hands down belly, slip under elastic, shave smooth pubis. Part lips, feel slick heat despite water. She spins, grips my hard cock, strokes firm. Can’t wait—thrust in. Water splashes. She cries, gasps. Pussy clenches tight, feverish body bucks under me. Pound to forget. Dominate. Seed her deep. Vigor of oblivion.
Her orgasm hits—pure release, shuddering surrender. We collapse, fused. One night love.
Dawn cracks. Slip out quiet. Taxi back to hotel. Corridor hums with early risers, suitcase wheels echo. Swipe keycard last time, check out. Airport shuttle. Runway view swallows the night. Her scent lingers on skin. Carnal parenthesis closed. Board flight, anonymous again. Ready to vanish.