Engr. Vyxen Saichi Skanska, a woman who's extremely thirsty for sex. She loves to wide-spread her legs and ride into someone's length until she reaches the climax. Just because she has this disorder called "COMPULSIVE SEXUAL BEHAVIOR DISORDER" (also...
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Vyxen Saichi Skanska
"Tara! Let's have some drink. Don't worry about the bills I'll pay for it," Shamira—one of our co-worker said.
After a long run the sun finally bid a farewell, signing that another day has ended. Maayos naman ang naging buong araw, walang pinagbago. As usual it revolved to work.
"Weh? 'Di yan bogus?"
"Oh, sige. Off naman na natin bukas so I'll go with it."
"GUYS MANLILIBRE RAW SI SHAMIRA!"
"Oh, anong occasion?"
"Talaga? Ah, sige go na go ako!"
Samut-saring saad ng mga co-workers namin nang marinig nila ang paanyaya ni Shamira.
"Sama ka Vyxen?" Shiya asked.
"Go lang."
"Guys! In rin kami nitong si Engr. Skanska,"
"Naks! Halos lahat naman pala tayo sasama tapos kasama pa natin ang Co-Head Engineer, e yo'ng Head Engineer kaya n—"
"Pass," Engr. Salcevo abruptly said.
"Sige na Head!"
"Tara na Engr. Tashiro!"
"Go ka na Head!"
I heaved a sigh and came in to the conversation, "You know you're just wasting your salivas. You will never persuade him. He hates socialization except for business matters, syempre. So wag na kayong mamilit, kailan ba umu—"
He darted gazes on me. "I'll go."
"E? DAMN DID YOU HEAR THAT? GO RAW SI HEAD?" Limuel shouted. Fck, yo'ng tenga ko! Napaka-ingay talaga ng isang 'to.
"Yo'n naman pala e. Edi tara na!"
As we made our way to the setting, chaotic figurines of stuff and civilization greeted to us—a color variations of dancing rays striking every nook and corner, raucous sounds blending along the air, jampacked of people on the dance floor ferociously swaying their bodies with the noisy thumps of the music being played, tons of making out couples dispersed throughout the vicinity, and all the other things you would possibly catch a glimpse inside the bar.
"CHEERS!" we chimed as we tossed our glasses with vibrancy.
"Woi Shamira, broken ka?" usisa ng isang katrabaho namin.
She didn't retorted and bolted all the alcohol in her glass down to her throat.
"Oh, what happened?"
"Hindi ko ugali ang mag-open up. Mas masakit para sa akin yo'n so please just stop interrogating me regarding that matter." She smiled and took another shot. "Let's talk about other stuff."
