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Monday, 15 December 2014

My bet with my colleague - part 2

It’s been so long since I felt that humanly warmth engulf my manhood. That feeling is really hard to describe no matter how I tried. 


That initial touch of her lips sliding down, coating your most private region with her warm saliva, then without warning, the tease of her tongue is enough to make me shiver in pleasure as I sit spread legged on the bed. 




I was excited, aroused and definitely horny seeing Joan bent over me. Her soft silky hair tickled my thighs as her head tried to manoeuvre herself into position. 



It was barely 2 minutes after it started when I started to get this weird feeling. 




Something was wrong. 


I tried to decipher what it meant and I figured out after a min or so. 




Something was definitely wrong. 








I knew instantly that it was not going to end well and I bit my lips, forcing myself not to laugh but I could not. My body shook as I giggled and I instantly felt a tight slap on my thigh. 


“ piak “ 



James : Ow…. 


I could feel Joan trying again but it’s not going to work. 


I giggled again and this time round, my erection died off, my dick deflated a little and I could feel the condom slipping off me. 





When Joan brushed back her hair and glared at me, I was giggling no more. 


She was visibly irritated but it was just so silly that I could not help laughing. 








Joan tried to put the condom on for me using her mouth, I really appreciate it but she got it in the wrong way, it only slide down just a little before it got stuck. 


She did not realise it was wrong and she kept tugging and trying to pull it down, when she eventually was aware of the mistake, she tried to pull it out but my erection had started to die down and the whole condom just sort of float back into her mouth. 




She spit and left it on my as she got up to glare at me. 



James : Sorry… sorry…. Let’s try that again… 


Joan pushed me away and pulled the blanket over herself. I threw away the used cap and started on a good 10 minutes of coaxing and cooing. 





I found out that it was actually the first time Joan tried something like that, and her reason for doing so was that because it was for me. 



Partly it was also because I’m a lot younger than her, she thought that younger people would want something more adventurous and kinky rather than a normal intercourse. When she said she actually surfed to research this, my heart soften and melted. 




James : Sorry… I erm….






I stroked Joan on her arms, trying to coax her again before she would even turn to look at me. 


She squinted her eyes at me before hitting me on the head for being insensitive. 


I part tugged part nudged Joan back onto her knees although she’s a little unwilling.




Her unwillingness to engage me again turned me on in this weird unexplainable way. 




It’s like I felt this kick, this indescribable high as I in a way, forced her to do it for me. 




I could feel the swell of my manhood as Joan lowered her head again in a pout, a little hesitant, probably afraid something embarrassing might happen again. 


My dick throbbed and shook as I nudged and pressed her down onto me, forcing her to take my dick into her mouth. 



Joan : armphhh… ermpphh.. orumppphhh…..erngghh… 




The blowjob without the condom was so much better. The feeling of my naked dick brushing against Joan’s mouth, her lips, her tongue sent waves after waves of euphoria into my brain. 





I tried to recall images and incidents of my encounters with Joan before we got close. 


I remembered the time when we quarrelled over a project in the meeting room. 


I remembered the time when I thought she looked a little proud and stuck up when she came dressed in powersuit for a presentation. 





I remembered the time when she turned up in black stockings and a tight blue dress for our annual dinner. 



And yes, I remembered the time she teased me for looking at her legs in office. 





All these images flooded my sick mind as I nudged and pressed Joan’s head down onto my dick. 


Her hair fell like a waterfall of silk treads around my entire private region, the very movement of her head caressing my thighs, my pelvis, my dick and yes, my testicles. That softness, the smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her mouth. 



It gave me this feeling of being in control. 




As I immersed myself in the suction of Joan’s mouth, I could not help but remembered the blowjobs I’ve had in my life. 


I consider myself really lucky to have quite a few given by girlfriends, flings and even friends. I’ve had enough to even classify them into a few categories. 







First, is the shampoo girl. 

It’s a really wet and sloppy blowjob, but the problem is she doesn’t swallow her saliva. It just flowed and flowed and flowed endlessly onto my dick, giving it a saliva fondue and my pubic hair a through shampoo. 





Next comes the surgeon. 

The way she cleaned my dick up, I almost felt like I’m going in for surgery. 
First the soap when we shower, then it’s a through flush of running water. Next came a body scrub with bath salt, then it’s a pat dry with towels. 

Right before we begin, it’s another wiped down with wet tissues. 

I had no complains the moment it began though, it was with surgical precision that I came, moaned and groaned like a little girl. 





Then comes the drug abuser. 

She had a really powerful suction and fastest head movements, it was comfortable, it made me cum, it was amazing but besides making me cum, she made herself puke. Try shaking your head to and fro at high speed while sucking on something if you are curious. 






I shall skip the Sze chuan spicy steamboat session I had with a PRC student. 

It was not enjoyable. 










Joan oh Joan. 


Hers was a nice and slow rhythmic movement, really slow and sensual. You can feel every suction, every movement oh so gentle. 

There is just 1 problem. 

I cannot cum at that speed. 



After about 10 minutes, Joan stopped and raised her head, massaging her jaw and mouth. 

I laid her down on the bed and brushed back her hair.











We kissed and I wasted no time, I spread her legs with mine and prepared for entry. 



I caressed her full and supple breast after I unhooked her bra. The tender mounds of her love pillows felt so good and bouncy in my palms that I could not resist squeezing and kneading them as our tongues fought. 




I took another condom and capped myself. 


I pulled down her panty and I noted that a good portion of it was already damp.







I immediately dove back in and I could feel the welcoming warmth of Joan’s vagina waiting for me. 


It only took a gentle push and I could feel her vagina’s muscles doing the rest of the work as slide into her slippery and wet love hole. 


I let out an uncontrolled moan as I feel the grip of Joan’s tight muscle on my manhood as it slips deeper and deeper into her. 





I just went all the way in as I watched Joan’s lips parted and her eyes closed. Her head turned sideways, exposing her long neck as she took in a sharp breathe of air. 







We kissed again for a minute or so before I could no longer take it. I started to withdraw before going back in again. I humped a couple of times and I realised there was another problem. 



You must be wondering why there was so many problems by now, I’ll tell you why. 




Two adults on an old timber frame for a super single bed that’s probably as old as I was is bound to give you problem. 






I could hear the creaking of the bed with each thrust. 




Creak…. Creak… creak…. 






Joan immediately slap me several times on the arm , asking me to stop. 







Joan : Oh my god… James !... your bed…


James : It’s ok….. no one can hear. 






I did a few more and the creaking grew louder. 



Joan tapped me a few more times, trying to push me back and stop me but I went on. 



Creak….creak…. creak…. 



Joan : James stop…! It’s so loud…. 





James : It’s not loud…. Cannot hear one…. 










It was then both our phone beeped at the same time. 



It was Jasper in the family group chat 


Jasper sms : ……………………… 






Joan smacked me several times on the head, saying that it’s so embarrassing. 





I half push, half coaxed her onto the mattress on the floor and I pinned her down. 



Joan :Oei,…. Crazy liao ah … oei… James… 


I entered Joan again despite her protest and before long, I worked up a suitable rhythm.





She tried to resist, turning me on even more. I held her hands down and entered her. 






It’s quite embarrassing actually, I came within 5 minutes. 



We were both exhausted and we fell asleep after cleaning up. 



Thinking back, I guess you just got to accept the reality that the 1st time will probably not be that mind blowing. 






It’s your first time. 


Come on. 






You are not familiar with each other’s body, you don’t even know her likes and dislikes. 




Which are the positions that turn her on ? 


Which angle suits both of you ? 


Which are the buttons to push ?







So many questions, no answers. I can only slowly figure them out one by one. 






20th Jan 2013 

Sunday

11am 






I could not remember what time we fell asleep but it was already 11am when we work up. 


My family had all gone out, leaving only Joan and me at home. 



We washed up and immediately head out for breakfast as we’re starving. 








12.30pm 



We went back to Joan’s place. I did a bit of reconnaissance and made sure the place is clear before we headed up. 



The corridor was in a mess, the show cabinet in shambles and shoes were all over. 



Joan opened the door and realised the main door’s bolt was left unlocked. 




Thomas must have tried to open it again to see whose inside. 







Joan immediately went to check on her phone which she left on the table. There were 126 miss calls. 







The most I’ve ever seen in my life. 


About 117 from Thomas alone. 





The others were from Joan’s friends and 8 from Joan’s parents. 








Joan : Shit…. My parents must be fuming mad they could not reach me. 







She immediately dialled and it was obvious she got a scolding from her parents. 


Joan spent about 20 minutes on the phone as I cleaned up the corridor, threw away the useless stuff and set up the new shoe rack for her. It could not hold as much shoes as before so we made the decision to get another one later. 











1.45pm 


Joan was saying her parents wanted her back in their relative’s place that day. 



I was unwilling to let her leave and I could tell she wanted to stay too. 






We went to Joan’s room and had sex for the 2nd time. It was a lot better, and we both spent a good amount of time exploring each other’s body.



I asked her what she liked and she asked me the same thing. 




By 4pm, we were horny enough for another go and we did it again. 











5pm 


Joan’s phone started ringing and she had a hard time convincing her parents why she wanted to stay. 



It ended with a quarrel before she hung up. 


Joan : Can I stay at your place for a few days ? 


I gave her a cheeky grin and agreed without a thought. 






Joan packed some of her stuff and we left her place at 6pm for dinner before grabbing another timber shoe cabinet from a neighbourhood stall. 

We dropped it off at Joan’s place before heading back. 





My mum was more than happy to know that Joan would be spending a few days with us and she sat down with a list of dishes she wanted to cook for her that week. 






10pm 


Joan was on the phone with her mum for quite a while that evening. Needless to say her dad was not pleased at all with her decision but she argued that she’s no longer a little girl. 




I cringed in my seat when I heard “ boyfriend “, “James “ , “ just got together “ in snippets of the conversation. 




After Joan hung up, I took the opportunity to ask her what her parents were like. 



She gave me a sly naughty grin and replied. 





Joan : Oh… you know how friendly your mum and dad is to me….. 


She gestured a little with her hands 




Joan : They really made me feel welcomed and part of the family…. And there were so much laughter and smiles…. 



Joan : And the really relaxed atmosphere of your house….. Your parents hardly bothered us….. 






Then her face changed a little dramatically and said; 




Joan : My parents are the exact opposite. 





I had no expressions on my face but it was not hard to guess what I was thinking. 



Joan gave me an awkward smile and told me everything would be fine, they’ll like me for sure. 




I have my doubts though, which parent would so easily trust another guy especially one which has been with them for 10 years actually beat their daughter up. 

It’s not going to be easy. 




James : They sound just like my nightmare. 


She prodded me with her feet and scolded me for describing her parents in that manner. 




We slept shortly after. 










21st Jan 2013 

Monday 

6.30am




Joan woke up together with me that morning even though she did not need to head to work. She prepared breakfast, ok, it’s applying jam unevenly over 2 pieces of bread and a 3 in 1 coffee, but it’s still breakfast. 



She kissed me before I left and I asked Joan if she was ok staying at home with my mum. 



She shrugged her shoulders and wave me off. 






When I got home at 9.30pm that day, Joan was making lanterns with my mum in the living room, getting the house ready for the Chinese new year. 


After my shower, my bed was made, the aircon was on, and the moment I got into bed, Joan came and gave me a shoulder massage. 



I was suspicious immediately of her intentions and after a little pressing, Joan said her parents wanted to meet up with me. 





James : Don’t you think this is a little fast ? 


I got a smack from Joan. 


Joan : You think too much James,….. they just wanted to see what kind of person you are…. You’re nowhere close to the actual interview….



We chatted a little about work before sleeping. 









That week flew by, and I reached home at close to 11pm each day. 


By Wednesday, I noticed all the new year decorations are up and the house is really spick and span. Even the tops of the shelves were clean and dusted. 



My mum’s constant praises in the group chat left me no doubt who was the greatest contributor to the spring cleaning. 





By Thursday evening, I saw Joan’s key chain had 2 additional keys. I teased her about it and demanded a set of her house keys too. 






I reached home at 11.20pm on Friday to see Joan and my mum watching a Korean drama together , both of them had swollen eyes and boxes of tissues in front of them 



I shook my head and went to take a shower. 


I entered my room to see my keychain too had 2 additional keys. 






The hectic week left me drained and I was looking forward to the weekend. 


When we snuggled up that night,Joan suggested a morning walk along the waterway and I agreed. 











26th Jan 2013 

Saturday. 


6.00 am 




Joan dragged me up early and I agreed only because she said I could have a afternoon nap undisturbed later in the day. 


We got changed and took a slow walk to Punggol park before taking the park connector along the waterway. The journey to the promenade took us close to 45 minutes since we strolled slowly, taking in the fresh and cool morning air. 




Joan wore a pair of short running shorts that morning, showing off her long and toned legs. She had a new pair of trainers that is white with streaks of baby blue. Her socks was a cute pair with spongebob prints and she had on a bright pink running singlet. 



Her black sports bra was pretty much exposed as her singlet’s armholes are quite big.

She strapped her belongings to a chic and small fanny pack around her waist and tied her hair up in a high ponytail.





During the walk, Joan caught me several times giving her the look and she had to smack me around a bit . 





James : Eh… it’s dark…. Nobody’s around… 


It was obvious what I was suggesting as we got nearer to the promenade with the cafes and fastfood restaurants.



James : There’s a restroom in front…. Come la… 




Joan laughed and said no. 


Joan : No way…. You’re crazy… haha.








I tried to coax her, I even added a little pleading but she still said no. 


It’s been a full week since we had sex and that bit of a morning walk seemed to have stirred up the monster in me. 






I got a little touchy as we walk, stroking her back, letting my hand wander down to her shorts. 


Joan knew what I was up to and she kept pushing my hands away. 



Joan : No James….. don’t…. no…….. oei…. Don’t la… 







I could not help it. 


I could not resists touching her. 







I looked at the beads of perspiration on Joan’s head and body and I blamed it on the hormones that she was releasing early that morning. Suddenly I just felt an erection coming. 



As my hands wandered lower and got more daring , Joan laughed and she tried to keep a distance away from me. 






From an arms length, to about a good 2 meters away. 



I tried to close the distance, but she would giggle and step further away. 







I tried to block her path, but she would feigned a move and get away. 




We got so engaged in that little dance that she soon did not even allow me to touch her. 



I tried to grab her hands, telling her let’s stop but she kept her distance, prancing around like a boxer in the ring. 




Several joggers passed us by, and everyone. I really meant everyone that was male, looked at Joan. 

The way her full breast jiggled, the way her leg muscles flexed and relaxed as she hoped and prance around. 









7.00 am 



The rising sun cast an orange glow on Joan’s face and body. The morning rays reflected off Joan’s perspiration as we continued our standoff. 





I would reach for Joan, she would push me away. 

I tried to grab her, she would either jump out my reach of grab hold of my hand.








7.10 am


10 minutes later, we were both panting.

Joan just giggled away while I could feel the rise of something primal in me. 




It must have showed in my eyes when Joan suddenly wanted to stop








Joan : okok… let’s stop… 



I bent down and tighten my laces 







Joan saw what I was doing and it only took her another second to react. 



She screamed and took off, running towards the direction of punggol park








I tightened the straps of the bag I was carrying and I took off after her. 



It was just a normal run, Joan was laughing and screaming for me to stop chasing her but I ignore her screams. 




Several joggers shot us a look but I did not care. 



I caught up with Joan and I grabbed hold of her wrist. Turning her around, she laughed and scream. 





I quickly loop my hand around her waist, pressing her body towards mine. Joan immediately used both her hands and push me back, fighting to get away from me. 


I staggered backwards and I fell on my backside. I did not know what I was feeling at that point in time. I just felt like having sex with Joan. 






Looking at her long legs, her tight bottom and her brightly coloured singlet. It turned me on in a perverse way. 




Joan : James…. Stop… haha… don’t play already la… 



I stood up and replied. 





James : come here….. come here and I’ll stop…… 


Joan : Noooo… don’t la James….. stop it…





I took a deep breath, turned around to check that we’re alone and I made Joan a wager. 




James : I bet….. you’re going to get raped today.. 




Joan laughed, slowly retreating a couple of small steps at a time.


Joan twisted her head to the left, and then to the right, stretching her muscles a little.




Then it happened. 


She showed me her middle finger, laughed and replied me before she took off.





Joan : In your dreams James… 








I took off immediately after Joan. I had that sudden urge to really hold her down and rape her that morning. 


I could tell Joan really took off this time round, she opened up her pace, pounding up the pavement with me following a distance away. 






We passed by the cafes in no time, both of us sprinting towards the underpass that goes beneath the expressway. 


I caught up to Joan at the underpass and I managed to grab hold of her singlet. 





She screamed and hit me, pushing me away. 


If not for her laughter, the 2 joggers passing by would have really thought I was a rapist. 





Joan managed to get away, putting a distant of 6-7 meters between us as she ran at full speed away from me. 




My erection was in my way and I forced myself to catch up. 


I caught up again to Joan near a section of the waterway that has quite a bit of pandan plants. We struggled, Joan scream and we pushed each other onto the grass patch, laughing and struggling for breath. 





Joan tried to get up but I grabbed one of her shoes, pulling it away from her feet. She hit me and grabbed a handful of my hair, she too had a go at my shoes. 


My left shoe got pulled out and Joan threw it away into the bush behind me. 


I cursed and I quickly went in search of it. 






By the time I got it, Joan had taken off again. 


We ran for a good distance, neither one of us stopping.




I could feel my lung burning and screaming for air as it tried to close the distance between us. Joan took a shortcut, running up a hill and exited the waterway, heading straight in the direction of Rivervale plaza. 




I was about 20-25 meters away. 


I saw Joan desperately hitting the traffic light button and I took the opportunity to close the distance. 


The lights turned green and she took off again. 








By the time we got near to her place, I was totally drenched. My shirt was stuck to my back, I was panting like a dog and I felt like to got to release my pent up energy. 









I wanted to grab hold of Joan’s long legs. 


I wanted to press my face and nose on her wet and sweaty body. 


I wanted to pull and rip her running shorts off her tight bottom. 






I wanted to tear into her bright running singlet and take her on the floor with both our sweaty bodies against each other. 






I saw Joan closing the lift door and I forced my aching feet to go on a little more. 







Just that little bit more and I could have her. 



There was no way she could hide in her place. 



Once in that was it. 





I’ll give her a really good session, I want to hear her scream my name as I hold her down, flip her on her stomach and take her from behind. 



I could relish myself in her sweat stained clothes. 


Play with her wet salty sports bra 

I even wanted to tie her up, all sweaty and wet as she begged me not to rape her. 







I tried to race up the stairs but my legs gave up on me. 


I half hopped and limped up the 4 storeys and I kicked opened the staircase door with a wham. 







I saw Joan closing the main door with a snap as I got to the corridor. 



I immediately fingered my bag for the keys. 



She had given me the keys. 




I took a few deep breathes, taking my time to calm down. 



I laughed outside the corridor, checking the time. 








7.50am 



I went to the window and cupped my hands, pressing my face to the panels with a boomed. 



Boom ~ 



James : Joan ~~~ ……. Joan…… come out….





I laughed again, louder this time round as I paced along the corridor. 


I repeated my actions and off it went again. 





Boom ~…. The panels vibrated and shook as I tried to make out the interior of Joan’s place. 



James : Joan ~~~… you cannot hide forever…. 







I used my leg and shifted the new timber cabinet, dragging it along the concrete floor and I hoist myself up, peering into the house from the top window. 


James : Joan….. where are you ~~ haha 






I jumped off with a thud and decided it was enough. 



I unlocked the gate with the key and swung it open. 



I unlocked the cylinder of the main door and pushed the door open, hearing the familiar creak of the old hinges. 






There were no one in the living room. 


I was about to head straight for Joan’s bedroom when I saw something that made me stopped in my tracks. 






I froze. 


I wanted to dig a hole and hide. 




Right by the door, were 2 large luggage. 





My hand went to my mouth and I took a cautious step towards the kitchen. 




I saw Joan grinning and trying to stifle her giggle as she stood behind her mum and dad, both her hands on their shoulders. 







Joan : Mum…. Dad,….. Meet James… 


She gave me that priceless look and added. 







Joan : James….. here’s your nightmare… haha




With that, she laughed so hard that she sat down onto the kitchen floor. 




I immediately gave a slight bow and greeted her parents. 





James : Uncle,….. Auntie… 



James : Ermm… i…. I can explain… 





Joan’s dad shook her head and told us to go wash up and get changed. We could all have breakfast together. 





When her parents left the kitchen, I did a mock strangling sign at Joan, and she just laughed. 



Joan got up, walked over to me and I could see her checking out the area behind my back to make sure her parents went into their room. 



She walked closed, really closed to me such that our bodies touched. 


With her face right in mine, she gave me this really coy and mischievous look.






Joan : Still……. Want to… rape me ? … 


She let her index finger brush lightly over my deflated and shrunk manhood before walking right by me. 



I turned and replied. 



James : More than ever….




.................




I’ve never felt so embarrassed before in my life. It was such an awkward situation and frankly, I was a little angry at Joan for putting me in such a spot. 


I did not have any spare clothes at Joan’s place so while I went back home to get changed and agreed to meet the 3 of them at Hougang mall for breakfast. 







10am 


We settled down for kaya toast and coffee at a local joint and started some casual chat. 

It was just something really casual, about me, my family and where I stayed. Joan’s parents never asked anything I found hard to handle since it’s pretty much surface conversations. 





Joan’s dad asked if I knew about her current situation and I nodded. He did not continue about Thomas after tha. 







10.45am 



We had drained our second cup of coffee and Joan’s mum asked if I could leave them alone for a while. 

They wanted to talk to Joan. 





I felt a light squeeze of my thigh by Joan before I said my goodbyes. 





Joan text me that she’ll head over to my place after she’s done. 



I went to the library, got a couple of books and went back home. 





11.30am


My parents were already out for their last minute Chinese new year shopping and I could see Jasper heading to the shower. 


I shut myself in the room and settled down on my books. 



It’s been a while since I could spend a quiet weekend reading.





12.10pm 


Joan came back and I ignored her when she walked into the room. She knew she was in a little trouble when I did not acknowledge her coming in. 


I was a little angry and it was not hard to miss. 


I continued flipping my books even though from the corner of my eye I saw Joan pouting and looking at me. 






I was lying on my bed on my tummy, taking up the center spot, Joan decided to squeeze herself in beside me. 


I continued to ignore her and she put her head on my shoulders, speaking in a soft squeaky voice. 


It was hard to concentrate on my books but I persevered. 






Joan was in a grey singlet that day, her light blue bra straps were visible and she was wearing a pair of teal coloured shorts. 


As she paced around the room, there was this floating cloud of teal at the peripheral edge of my vision. 





Joan : Oei…. James….. Angry ah …. 



She paced around a little more before ransacking through my wardrobe. 


Joan : James baby…… don’t angry la…. 





I wanted to grab her and hold her down but Jasper was still at home. In fact I was waiting for him to leave before I rape Joan. 



She flicked through some of my clothes and pulled out 1 of my tie. 



Dangling it in from of me, she gave me this smiley face which softened me drastically but I bit down hard on my teeth and kept my expressions clear. 





Joan came over to the bed again and just laid down beside me, sulking away. 







Just then my door opened and Jasper popped his head in. 






Jasper : Yoz…. You guys want to have dinner together ? I got a voucher. Need 8 pax. I’m 2 short. 


James : You treat ah ? 





Jasper : Ya la ya la… 






He looked at Joan for her reply and she replied in an obedient manner. 


Joan : If James say yes, I’m ok. I’ll listen to him… 





She said it in such a coy and soft manner than Jasper raised his eyebrow. 



Jasper : Ermm… ok…. See you at 7pm. Clark quay. 








I heard Jasper close and lock the door shortly after. 







Now Joan is a smart girl, she knows her way to get to me and she plays her cards right. 


The moment Jasper left, she went and took my tie from the cupboard again and began to sulk and tie herself up in a dramatic and helpless manner, moaning about how pitiful she is. 



She coiled the tie around her wrist several times before getting on the bed, nudging and squeezing me out of the way to make space for herself. 






I placed the book aside and look at her. 



She had this sad frown on her face as she stretched herself out on my bed, pushing her tied hands underneath my pillow. 


Then she gave me this doe eyed look and she twisted her legs as if she going to be in some photoshoot. 





Joan : Don’t be angry la…… I’ll….. I’ll do anything…. 


She said in in such a dramatic manner than I felt it was a waste for her not to go into acting. 




I locked the door and strip myself and I saw another side of her acting skills again. 






Joan : Oh……. No…….. oh dear me…. Someone….. help 



Her voice was so high pitched and whiny that it was comical. 

I could not hold it any longer and I burst out laughing. 




Joan tried to get up but I quickly straddled her and held her hands down . 







Her voice returned to normal immediately and asked. 


Joan : So…. No angry liao ah… So petty… where got man like that one. 


James : It’s so embarrassing ok… 






She tried to get up, wriggling her way free but I held her down. 


Joan : Oei…. Since not angry liao… this is it… no more… 


I laughed and I kissed her as she turned her head left and right to avoid me. 




She tried struggling a little and it aroused me even more. 









At the end of that session, Joan asked if I was aroused by her resisting. 


Joan : You like ah ? This kind of sick scenarios… 


I admitted that it was kinda different, brings out a different side of me. 






James : What about you ? You like it ? 





She replied that she sees it from another perspective. 


Joan : I like the thought of being helpless… haha… 









1.30pm 




We cooked noodles for lunch and I asked her about her discussion with her parents earlier on. 


Her mum wanted to put the matter behind so everyone can move on, so she’s pushing for Joan to resolve the issues as soon as possible. 



The paper work is ready and her parents wanted to sit down and settled everything at one go with Thomas. 







Her mum just wants to take things easy and not bother about the business anymore, she wanted Joan to take over but Joan had no interest at all in the business. The last thing she wanted was to become Thomas’ business partner. 


Then again, it’s going to be such a pity if she were to sell a profitable business to Thomas. 



It’s like being caught between a rock and a hard place. 




Joan was supposed to set up a meeting with Thomas after the new year and she just did not want to think about the matter for now. 



On a serious note, I too was wondering how would Joan go about sorting out the issue with Thomas. Knowing how stubborn she could be, there was no way it’s going to end well. 




3.30pm 


After a little more cuddling, we got change and made our way to town to meet Jasper for dinner. 


Joan had on this long sleeve top with puffy sleeves. The material is really soft and the silver colour shimmered and shine under the light in this really dreamy manner. 

I’m not talking about those shimmer similar to the costumes singers wear on the 7th lunar month performance, it’s something more classy, something more subtle. 


Her pants tapered in a shapely manner towards the bottom, bringing out the best of her legs. After she slipped on a simple pair of low black heels, she was ready for a casual evening out. 



Being the typical guy, I just threw on a top and jeans. Joan made me change twice before letting me out of the house. 


Women … 




We shopped around for a while, picking out some new year clothes. Joan made it clear that I do not need to visit her relatives during the festive season, her parents included. 


It’s a little sensitive for her family especially not all of the relatives knew about the breakup.



Joan : My parents …. Actually wanted me to keep this new relationship hush hush…. At least until things die off… 


Joan : You know those relatives….. they tend to talk a lot… 




I told her I understand where she was coming from and not to worry about it. 



James : You’ll need to visit the relatives on my side though. 



She perked up when she knew she was invited but I immediately told her to split the red packet she collected with me. 


Joan : Is money that important ? 


I could sense where that was heading so I quickly change the topic. 



James : You are more important…. Haha



I got a playful smack on my arm and we continued our shopping. 




7pm 



Joan and I reached the restaurant at 7pm sharp and were surprised to find out that we’re the last ones there. 

Jasper introduced us and it was not had to notice where the eyes of all his male friends drifted to. 



There was 2 other girls at the table though and I thought 1 of them looked quite cute. 


Joan took the seat between Jasper and me, shortly after that, dinner was served. 



Joan was really friendly and sporting, talking and joking with Jasper’s friends. The guys showered quite a bit of attention on her. I was not jealous, in fact I felt pretty proud of Joan.



Jasper blushed a bright shade of red when Joan praised him a couple of times in front of his friends. 


Joan : Don’t bully him ah….


She threw her arms around Jasper, pulling him close, earning a few cheers and someone shouted that he's jealous. 






Now Joan was pretty observant too over dinner. She actually told me that Jasper gave her the vibe that he was interested in one of the girls at the table. 


Joan : Look at the manner which they talk, the body language… 


I shot her a look and asked. 





James : You know how to read body language meh ? 



She rolled her eyes at me before turning away. 


Joan : I can read you like a open book James… 







While waiting for dessert, Joan decided to play matchmaker and head over to chat with the girls. I did not know what she said or did, but when dinner ended, Jasper was seen whispering and laughing with the girl Joan said he liked. 


James : What did you say to the girl ? 






Joan replied without looking at me. 


Joan : I told her Jasper is like his brother, both of them very simple minded and easy to control…. 



I ignored her comment and I wanted to thanked my brother for the dinner when Joan insisted we paid our share. 






10pm 


Joan and I were already sitting in front of the TV but there was still no sign of Jasper. 





11.15pm 



Jasper came back and Joan immediately asked him how it went. 

He gave her a thumbs up and she gave him a hug. 



Joan : You owe me one ah … haha. .. congrats. 




Jasper : What did you tell her over dinner ? 



Joan : I told her you’re a really nice and hardworking guy, unlike your brother….. and that she should hold on to you…. 



I gave Joan a wide eye look but she ignored me. 







11.45pm 


As I cuddled up with Joan in bed, I asked her if she meant what she said. 


Joan : Which part ? haha 


James : That I’m really simple minded and easy to control. 





She must have sensed a change in my tone so she pulled my hand over her own shoulder and said she was just joking. 


Joan : You’re not simple minded…….


She looked at me with her big round eyes and added. 


Joan : In fact…. Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re thinking about…. 






I smiled and gave her this delirious look. 


Joan : Haha… now I know what you are thinking about. 



I cupped my hand on her firm breast, kneading them as she tried to push my hands away. 


Joan : I meant it though …. About the part that you’re easy to control… 



I immediately paused. 




James : What do you mean… ? 

Joan : hahaha 





Joan got off the bed, place both her hands on her hips and said. 



Joan : I bet you’ll beg me for sex before the 15th day of the lunar new year is over. 








I checked the date on my phone and replied. 



James : I’ll take up your challenge…. On the condition we start on the 1st of Feb. New year is on the 10th. …. 15 lunar days… 25th would be the end date. 




Joan checked her phone too before doing some mental sums inside her head. 



Joan : Ok. Deal…. What are we betting on. 




I rubbed my hands in glee and replied without thinking. 



James : You’ll be my slave for a day, and it’ll all be about sex…. 


Joan laughed and replied in a haughty manner. 




Joan : If I win, you’ll be my slave for a day…… and it’ll be about everything except sex. 




I got out of bed and immediately draft a simple contract. 

We both put our initials on it before I fold it up and sealed it in an envelope. 






I immediately grabbed her and pushed her onto bed. She tried to scream but I covered her mouth. 



The rest as they say ,…. is history. 









I do not want to bore you with endless details of our sexual encounter. We’ve had a few, in fact we’ve had more than a few, but one, one of it is special. 






That one special night. 





That night I would never forget. 




A night that I would take with me to the grave. 








The one night that I remembered and penned it down in excruciating details in my diary, reading it over and over again whenever I could. 









28th January 2013

Monday 




Joan came back to work and we agreed to maintain a certain level of professionalism in the office. 



Her menses started on that day and she was having some bad cramps in the cubicle. 




I ended up covering most of her work again.













31st January 2013 


Thursday 


It was 1 day before our official bet started and Joan asked me if I’m sure I could do it. 



I snorted and wave her off. 



What’s the big deal about not having sex for 25 days ? 


I can masturbate myself. 





No problem. 



Now that Joan has a good stash of clothes at my place. I have access to everything. 






You name it. 



Bra, undies, bikinis, pyjamas, fbts….. anything. 







I can indulge and cover myself in her lingerie and fall asleep on them if I wished to. I had no lack of materials to pleasure myself. 



She’ll be staying over on Fridays too, that way, I can even have ‘freshly’ worn unwashed lingerie to satisfy my perverted mind. 





What is 25 days ? 




I did a rough estimate, if I just do it once every 3 days, I just need to musterbate myself 8 times and that was it. 


The time will fly by in the blink of an eye. 








In fact, I was already fantasising about what I could get Joan to do for me if I won. 





Maybe outdoor sex ? 


Perhaps some kinky BDSM play ? 


Oh…. Should we try taking some videos ? 



Maybe we could so some cosplay, get her to dress up as sailormoon as I rape her. 







The mere thought of what I could do to her made me excited. 





Mentally, I was prepared for what is to come. 




What else can she do ? 



Dress provocatively ? 


Bent over a little while she drop some coins ? 






Try to snuggle up with me in bed ? 


Dirty talk ? 







I laughed to myself and snorted a couple of times, tickled by the fact that we actually made that bet. 









1st Feb 2013 

Friday


Day 1 of our bet. 





We finished work late, grabbed a dinner before catching a late night movie. 

Just a normal date night. 


Joan showered first, she had already taken off her cardigan and work pants in my room. Needless to say, I made use of it and got myself primed. 



I entered the bathroom and immediately released myself, feeling waves of sanity returning to my brain. 






3rd Feb 2013. 
Sunday



It’s the last weekend before the new year. 


I had a pretty formal dinner with Joan’s parents, this time round, they discussed Thomas in front of me.





I tried not to pay too much attention, after all it’s none of my business.


Yet I could not help but catch snippets of the conversation.


“lease ending”, “move”, “new environment “, “older estate” were some of the words I caught.






5th Feb 2013

Tuesday



6.30 am


I asked myself in the mirror if I was feeling ok and I nodded affirmatively.


I released myself again in the shower.




9.15am


I passed by Joan at the pantry and I gave her a wink.


No kick.


I got this.













8th Febuary 2013

Friday



It’s half a work day for us and frankly, no one was in the mood to work.


Mr Chan gave out red packets, wished everyone a good year and reminded all of us about the annual dinner on the 22nd Feb since most of us would be on leave for a few days during the festive period.



Joan stayed over that evening and I could feel her cuddling up a little tightly to me that night. I could feel her pressing her breast against me too.


She made a passing remark that her menses is almost over.




1am .



I excused myself to the bathroom and I released myself again, panting as I washed up and made my way back.






9th Febuary 2013

Saturday


Chinese new year eve.




Joan was over for reunion dinner, so did Jasper’s new girlfriend Cheryl.

My mum was beaming away when she kept topping up the steamboat and asked the girls to eat more.




I felt a pinch on my leg when Joan noticed me staring at Cheryl’s boobs.


I could not help it, it pushed against her rice bowl at least twice during dinner when she reached for the dishes.







11th Febuary 2013


Monday.



I could feel some weird sensation creeping up on me, as if I was going through cold turkey.






13th Febuary 2013


Wednesday




Joan came to work in a tube dress.

And yes, she kept dropping her pen near my work station.




4pm


I locked myself in a cubicle on another floor of the building. 15 minutes later, I gasped and gasped for air as I came onto a tuff of paper.



James : You can do this James…. You can do this.






15th Febuary 2013

Friday


Joan wore a tight blue dress that day. I had to tear my eyes away from her.


Over dinner, she suggested drinks, maybe heading over to a club but I resisted.


During the train ride home, she must have brushed and pressed her body against me several times.




I immediately rush to the bathroom when I got home.



By the time I’m out, I was feeling pretty confident I could win this.



She did not tease me anymore that weekend.




17th February 2013

Sunday



Joan’s parents asked me over for dinner. Her dad cooked some simple dishes.

Joan and I bought a watermelon earlier in the day and we were trying to cut it in the kitchen after dinner.



While I sliced into the juicy red flesh, I asked.



James : Few more days to go you know….. worried or not… hahaha.



She just shrugged her shoulders and smiled.






18th February 2013

Monday




I was paying close attention to Joan’s wardrobe. I knew it’s the last leg of the race.


The run up to the finale.


That was the last week.



I expected her to come dressed sexily, to be on her best.


Perhaps some lacy lingerie, maybe a deliberate upskirt or down blouse just to tempt me.


I chuckled and laughed to myself again, hoping she would try.




Then I would have the chance to rebuke her and say it doesn’t work.





That Monday, Joan came to work in normal pants and a shirt.





19th February 2013

Tuesday



Joan had a long skirt right up to her ankles, paired with a long sleeve turtle neck .





20th February 2013

Wednesday




Jeans and a blouse, long sleeve.




21th Febuary 2013


Thursday



It was the last bit. I did a full physical and mental assessment of myself in front of the mirror.


James : Yes. I am fine.


James : Yes I am good


James : Yes… I got this.




I did not feel the need to release myself as I wanted to save it up for the next day.


When Joan stayed over on Friday, I could have access to her fresh worn lingerie.
The oomph would be stronger if I released it tomorrow.





The only hiccup I had that evening was when Jasper texted me at 10.30pm



Jasper sms : I borrowed 2 condom from your drawer.




I immediately play an mp3 of zen and relaxing music and forced myself to sleep.






22nd Feburary 2013


Friday.




It was another half day of work for us since it’s our company’s annual dinner.

Mr Chan had booked a restaurant and had informed everyone earlier on that it would be a themed party / dinner.


We were to all turn up in old Shanghai clothes to experience that flamboyant era.

Prizes and annual bonus would be pegged to our dressing.







7pm



Seating arrangements were arranged by Siti.


The unofficial word in the office was that depending on where you are seated, you would know if you are getting a promotion and a big increment and bonus.


Mr Chan had this habit.



He arranges the seating and tables as he pleases.



He does not care if he paid for a 10 pax table, if he wanted 8 person on it, it’s 8 person on it.









I arrived at 7 sharp, checking myself in the mirror.



I had on grey pants, and a long sleeve white top. My cufflinks I borrowed from my dad, it was made of silver, in the shape of a rice sickle. He bought it from some sailors more than 20 years ago.




I had a black armband around my arm and I had gelled my hair back in a slick Shanghai Tang manner. 




I went straight to Siti who was standing at the doorway to the private room Mr Chan booked. 








I smiled and nodded at Siti 


James : Siti… 


Siti : James … 





She nodded to a table of 4, set specially near a makeshift stage in the room. 


She gave me a wink and asked me to prepare to treat her for lunch soon. 










By 7.30pm, most of the colleagues were here except Joan. 


I did text her but got no reply.






7.40pm 





I felt my breath leave my lungs against my will when I saw Joan that evening. 

Several heads turned as they looked over at the entrance. 






Joan had a white fur coat over her shoulder and that was the first time I saw her with full makeup. 


Her eyes were beautifully drawn, her features of the face brought out to an amazing detail by her choice of makeup. Her lips, a deep shade of red. 






Her hair, she must have spared no expense on her hair. 

It was not something she could have done on her own. 






It was neatly styled in the 60s style, not unlike those you see in old posters. The intricate curls, the neat hairpins. 


I felt my hand shiver as I saw the cheongsum she wore that day. 







It was white, with threads of gold details running around the beautiful coloured prints. 


The butterfly knots near her collar bone and neck were black in colour, matching the pair of black pearl earrings she was wearing







She looked around the room before settling her gaze on Siti. 


She checked her seat and she was allocated to one with a table of 8 a distance away from me. 





As she distanced herself from the crowd at the entrance, I saw for the first time how good her figure was, the tight cut of the Cheongsum plastered itself tightly to Joan, every curve, every bump laid bare for all to see. 





I saw the pair of heels which instantly gave me an erection and I had to adjust myself in my seat. 








It was about 2 inch high, with details formed by beads to resemble a cloud. I could see her toe cleavage as she sat down at her seat. 



The moment she say down, I almost broke the handle of my seat when I saw the slit by the side of her legs for the first time. 





I looked at my other colleagues. 


The group of guys just fell silent for a good 10 seconds, staring at Joan. 







I saw her looked my way, and our eyes met. 




For that brief 1 second we looked at each other. 




Then in a stuck up manner, she looked away and started chatting with the rest of the colleagues. 







I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took deep breathes. 



It’s just my mind.



It’s only my mind playing tricks on me. 









8.00pm 



Dinner commenced and Mr Chan gave a simple speech. 



I shared the table with 2 other guys, Peter and Patrick. 




Mr Chan spoke nothing about work for the 1st hour of the dinner. 






By 9pm, he started talking about projects, timelines and the direction the company is heading for the new year. 









9.30pm 


We ended the dinner at 9.30 to proceed to a pub operated by Mr Chan’s brother in law just across the road. 

He had booked the whole place for us and drinks were on tab. 





Mr Chan : No one leaves here sober tonight…..except Muslim staff of course…. 



There was a live band, and together with a MC, they held the company lucky draw. 







Everyone was a winner, with prizes ranging from ipads to a staycation for 2 at Raffles hotel. 




I won myself a 10gm gold bullion by credit Suisse. 









When the live band stopped playing at 10.30pm, several colleagues were high enough to head up to the small stage to sing. 




Classics like , 上海滩,夜上海,rang out in the background as we drank, chatted and had fun. 












11pm 


At least half of the office started to file out, especially those with family and kids, leaving only the younger crowd behind. 


The lights were dimmed. 



The pub grew quieter. 





I went to the bartender and asked for a particular bottle behind the counter. 






He hesitated, raised the bottle towards Mr Chan waiting for his nod before passing me the bottle. 





I took 2 glass and place that 21 year old Hibiki at the table beside Mr Chan. 





I poured both of us a glass and I thanked him for all the opportunities he had given to me thus far. 







We chatted for 5 minutes before Mr Chan lighted up a cigarette. 


I joined him, inhaling and feeling the rush of nicotine into my bloodstream after having stopped for so long. 







I almost dropped my cigarette after I took the 1st puff. 



My greatest fear had come true. 






For the entire evening, I did not dare to look at Joan. 



I did not dare to look at the direction where she sat. 



I did not speak with her the entire evening. 









Even at the pub, I chose a seat and orientate myself away from her. 



I even tried to shut her voice out from my head. 






I had to. 






Because if I don’t, I know I would not make it through the night. 




But it was too late. 





All my effort went down the drain. 






I saw Joan stepped up the stage and spoke to the live band who was getting ready for their second set. 




Several colleagues cheered, Mr Chan whistled, clapping with the cigarette in his hand, dropping ashes everywhere. 





I felt that cold chill run down my spine as Joan gave me a look. 





A look that I would always remember. 






I could feel my heart rate rising as I watch her slowly put her lips to the mic. 







Joan : 可不可以。。。。你也会想。。。。起我。。。~~~









As her voice echoed and sounded out in the pub, everyone fell silent.






No one spoke.



No one cheered.





No one moved.






Joan was looking straight at me and i closed my eyes immediately.



With my eyes closed, my ears was filled with her mesmerising voice.






By the time the song ended, there was a second of silence before a standing ovation from everyone in the pub.



I followed the crowd too, standing up and putting my hands together.






Joan gave a sweet bow and walked off the stage.


I excused myself to the bathroom




i needed to wash my face.




When i emerged, it turns out that Joan was waiting for her turn at the shared bathroom.





We did not speak.


She walked right by me, her body brushing against my along the tight corridor and i could feel her slipping something into my pocket.




I heard her go into the bathroom and bolted the door.



I reached into my pocket and i felt my legs went soft.





It must be the whiskey.... it's too strong.




I staggered back to my seat and poured myself another drink and pulled out the card Joan dropped into my pocket.




It's a room key for hotel a mere 10 minute walk away.




I made up my mind as i drained my glass.



That night, I want to be Tony Leung.

Joan can be Tang Wei.


.........................




The moment Joan got back to her seat, I saw a few of my other male colleagues rearranging the tables, pulling theirs over to hers to form this cluster. 

Since the group left was already quite small, everyone gathered around Joan’s table. 





Mr Chan was the first to ask for a picture with Joan and she was sporting enough to pose for it. 






Can you image what was going through my mind when I stood a few metres away from this scene ? 






Mr Chan sat on the low arm chair, his legs crossed and he clasped his hands in from of himself. He had the look that just tell everyone that he’s the boss. 



Joan adjusted her Cheongsum a little so it’s not that tight when she sat on the right arm of the arm chair. 





She tilted her left shoulder forward, turned her head a little and posed in such a seductive pose that invited whistles and cheers from a few other colleagues. 





Junwei, our openly gay colleague was the one who took the pictures for Mr Chan and after a few poses and shots, he immediately went over to show him. 


I could see Mr Chan reaching for his reading glasses, holding the phone a little further away from himself before asking Junwei to send it to him. 







That sparked off a frenzy of photo requests by other colleagues. 


I sipped my drink and just observed what was going on. 


Joan took selfies and we-fies with the group, perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the relaxed atmosphere, everyone was having fun, laughing and posing. 

From the typical triad pose, to the trio of slutty looking girls Joan did with a couple of female colleagues, they tried everything. 









Junwei was the one who took things to the next level so to speak. 


Being openly gay, he was the unofficial ‘sister’ in the company. I watched him head over to Joan and put his arms around her shoulders. 


There was nothing sleazy about it, it’s just something very sisterly. 





Their faces plastered against each other and they did those typical lip pouting and cam whoring shots, laughing and checking the camera after each shot. 






I went over too and asked for a picture like every other colleague. 



Joan agreed and I passed Junwei my phone. 




I placed my hand around Joan’s waist as we posed for the picture. 







Then what Joan did caught me totally by surprise. 


She told Junwei to hold the shot while she openly held my index finger with 2 fingers and dropped my hand off her waist. 



It was such an obvious move that several colleague saw and laughed. 




“ Oei… James…. Drink too much ah ? “ 

“ Hoei…. Tiko Pek ah “ 



“ Wah… James….don’t try to eat tofu leh “ 










These were some of the comments that were shouted towards me. 



Even Mr Chan laughed and asked if I had too much to drink 




Mr Chan : Eh James…. Don’t get too touchy ah…. I don’t want any incident. 









Can you for a moment imagine what I was feeling at that point in time. 


The rage, the level of horniness I had in me was unprecedented. It was so bad that I felt criminal. 






I want to really rip the Cheongsum off Joan, push her head down onto my manhood.

I want to hear her moan my name, begging for me to fuck her. 





It was such a weird mix of erotic emotions that I found it hard to even pen it down. 





Joan had this neutral yet bordering along the line of haughty look on her face that evening. 



Joan : James ~~~… don’t be naughty ah … haha. 







You know the feeling you get when you look at this hot colleague of yours in office that you fantasised about ? 


The one that always dresses well, can get a little loud at times, always on good terms with everyone, sometimes if she needed a favour, she’ll throw a flirt or 2 your way. 





The one you know it’s really quite impossible to get yet you still fantasised about grabbing her and giving her a good fuck. 



Not really the office slut, but more of the one male colleagues would talk and gossip about over coffee, throwing a couple of fantasy scenarios out just for kicks. 









I was really having mixed feelings looking at how Joan was behaving towards me. 



I’ve never wanted her so much before. 




It was like I’m craving for her touch. 


I felt this helpless sense of regret that I had taken the bait. 







I took a few pictures, smiled and tried to keep my composure. 


I even apologised for stepping out of boundary. 





James : My sincere apologies Joan…. 



She gave me a slight bow before getting back to the rest of the colleagues, continuing with the pictures, the games and the drinks. 









23rd Feburary 2013

12.20am




Mr Chan said his goodbyes and asked us to enjoy ourselves. A couple of colleagues left too, leaving less than 7 of us. 







By 1 am, we were all ready to go. 


Patrick even took his chance and asked if he could send Joan back. 




She politely declined and said she’s got other plans. 







By then, I could not remember how many times my erection came and went. 

I was about to head over to talk to Joan when she surprised me again. 



She went ahead and hopped onto a cab, waving goodbye to the rest of the colleagues and left. 





I bade my farewells and immediately set off for the hotel on foot. 



When I stepped into merchant court, I was perspiring, tried, thirsty and outright horny. 



I took out my key card and was about to head to the lift when I realised that no room number was provided for me. 






I immediately dialled Joan’s number. 




James : Ok… you win…. Where are you ? 


Joan : I’m….. in the hotel of course… where are you ?.... 









I told her I’m at the lobby and asked for the room number. 



If I thought she was playing with me the entire evening, I was wrong, she had only just started. 




Joan : But….. it’s not the 25th yet you know… haha 



I told her I don’t care about that bet anymore. 



She laughed and replied that since we had already started on the bet, we should honour it. 


Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to beg, part of me just wanted to rape Joan. 


I could not understand how I got myself into that situation. 







I half beg, half coaxed and tried to be on my best behaviour, I lowerd my pride, thrw away my ego. 

If you were in my shoes that day, you would have done the same thing too. 




Joan finally relented and gave me the floor number of the room she was in. 






I wasted no time and I got up. 




I peered down both ends of the corridor and called Joan again. 





James : Which room ? 



Joan : You sounded….. angry James …. Are you angry ? hahha





I took a deep breath and said no.


James : Are you kidding…. Of course not…. Heee… hee…





Joan : Hahaha… I really can read you like a book James… haha.







I spent another 5 minutes pacing around the lobby talking to Joan on the phone.

She asked about what I liked in her, about my perspective towards a relationship and what did Mr Chan spoke to me over dinner.



Basically anything she can think of.






The more she teased me, the harder I became.


My erected dick strained and pushed against my pants and underwear and at one point, I had to bend over in the lobby.





1.40am



Joan : But…. But.. if I let you in…. what guarantee would I have that you would honour your bet. ? haha


James : I will… I really will… I’ll be your slave…. Anything..






She laughed and chuckled over the phone and I could already picturing myself undressing her.



Joan : Do you really think I would believe you ? haha.



She relented after another 5 mins and she told me the room number.









I ran across the hallway and immediately used the keycard to gain access but it wouldn’t work.



I almost snapped the card in 2 and my phone rang again.








Joan said that she really wanted to talk to me first and that she would open the door if I promise to wait after she let me in.


I agreed hastily, saying yes to everything she said.









Then when I saw what she slid underneath the door, I burst out laughing.


Joan : Do it… and hold your hand up in front of the peephole. Hahaha.




I took the cable tie and looped it around my wrist, pulling it with my teeth.



When Joan was satisfied , she opened the door.







I could smell her perfume as she peeked mischievously from behind the door.







Joan : Hi James….


James : hi Joan….










I entered the room and the lights were dimmed.


James : I didn’t know you were into this….






I raised up my hands to show her my restraint hand.



She laughed and said it was for her own safety.






Joan immediately sat me down on the bed and she took a seat on the chair opposite me.



She took out her phone and started the camera.







James : Joan~….. I really love you but…. The last thing I need is to have some Edison video floating around…


Joan : Haha… you wish…



She went on to say that she wanted evidence in case I go back on my word.








Joan : Repeat after me…




Joan : I , James….. agreed that I have lost my bet with Joan …..



I sighed and repeated after her.







James : I , James….. agreed that I have lost my bet with Joan …..


Joan : And that I would be her slave for a 24 hours……


James : …….. And that I would be her slave for a 24 hours…










We were both trying hard not to giggle as her hands shook trying to take the video.



My eyes however, were drifting to the slit by the side of her Cheongsum. In the privacy of the room, Joan was no longer adjusting herself, allowing a good portion of her smooth hairless leg to be exposed as she crossed her legs.










She put the phone aside and came over to me.



Her hands went around my neck, caressing my face before undoing a couple of buttons of my shirt.





I adjusted myself as my erection was causing quite a bit of discomfort.





She turned away from me and went back to her seat with a grin on her face.





Joan : What if I wanted my 24 hours to start now ? haha..





She could see the instant change in my facial expression and she chuckled and laugh again. It was then she realised she could play me as much as she wanted and she was not about to give up the chance.



Joan crossed her legs, leaning back onto the seat. She put her index finger to her mouth, biting the tip of her nail and she looked at me.




Joan : Kneel down and beg me James…




I laughed, took a deep breathe and looked around the room, feeling the bruise on my ego growing bigger but I knelt down with a smile.







I kept repeating to myself.


My time will come…..




My time will come soon….








Joan : Go on….haha..


I was kneeling quite close to Joan



And she pointed her heels at me, brushing her heel against my pants, aiming for the part where my erection was.


The rubbing of fabric against my dick really aroused me to a degree I’ve never experienced before.






The thought of being played by Joan and me having to beg for sex was giving me this psychological orgasm, this unexplained high.





Joan really just looked at me and teased my erection with her heel.






James : Joan…. Please…~~ haha



It was an awkward laugh as I was nearing the edge of my tolerance.





I will rape her like no tomorrow.


I really will.






She smiled coyly at me and using the tip of her other heel, she pushed one heel off her feet, letting it drop with a thud on my erected dick before it falls unceremoniously onto the carpeted floor.





I saw her manicured tones, the deep and rich red that matched her lipsticks.



I was looking at her feet and Joan used her toes to push my chin up.







That was it.



Joan : Look at me in the eye….. when you beg .. James… hahaa







My blood boiled and my dicked throbbed like no tomorrow, begging to be released.





I could smell Joan’s feet, that unique aroma of sweat, her womanly scent and the leathery smell of a new pair of shoes.



I was trying to hold it in, to see how much of this I could take, but never did I expect Joan to be pushing my limits with everything she did.






I looked at Joan in her eyes and said please.








James : Please….~



Joan : Please what ? hahaha…




James : Please let me fuck you…..












She frowned and sat up, shaking her head at me.



Joan : Tsk….tsk…That is really…. Really…. vulgar you know… haha.








I took another deep breath and I closed my eyes.






That was definitely going to be one night that neither of us would forget.


Joan folded her arms and using her big toe, push open my unbuttoned shirt. The top few buttons were off, and when she pushed aside the shirt and exposed my nipples, she teased them with her toes, all the while giggling to herself.






She leaned back again and this time round, she pushed her luck.



She really did.




She put her toe at my mouth, pulling down my lower lip.






Joan : You like this ? ……. This is exactly how I felt when you push my lip down with your dick everytime you asked me to blow for you…




She had such a slutty and mischievous smile on her that it amplified the thoughts that were running through my head.




She stopped her teasing after 30 seconds or so to check on the cable tie on my hand. She pulled it tighter by a couple of notch and stood up.




Joan : Wah… this is really shiok man… ahhaa…





She unbuttoned the white fur pullover she had on her shoulder and draped it around my neck.



She kicked off her other heel and went to get a drink of water.






I saw her back facing me and I decided I’ve had enough games.



I stood up on my feet and stretched myself a little, watching Joan gulp down water from the bottle.









Using my teeth, I reached the end of the cable tie and pulled it as tight as it can go.



The clicking sound caused Joan to turn around.



I pulled it so tight that my flesh turned red.



Joan : Oei… siao ah… what are you doing ?






I ignored her and I pulled it all the way, tightening it to a point it was impossible to do so anymore.

I seriously do not encourage you to try this, you might cut yourself, and if you want to try this, make sure you have someone with a pair of scissors ready in case you fucked up.







I stretched out my arm 45 degree up in the air and I spread my elbows wide.


I took a deep breath and I slammed both my wrists backwards towards my chest as hard as I could.







Snap !



The cable tie snapped apart, the cracking sound echoed throughout the dimmed room.



The look on Joan’s face was priceless.





Really priceless.


Her eyes widened and she had this looked of shock on her face. I’m not sure if it was because of the red marks that looked like it’s going to bleed anytime or that she can’t believe she I got loose in that manner.





She looked at my wrist and back to me.




Joan : Fuck…….



I took off my shirt and replied.




James : That………… was really…. Really….vulgar….. Joan…





........................



As I advanced towards Joan, she looked a little lost as she was not prepared for me to get loose.


She held up both hands and giggled, feeling ticklish immediately as she tried to calm me down.



Joan : James wait…. Wait… haha…please wait…



I ignored her pleas and I grabbed hold of both her hands.








Joan : James wait…. Haha… please.. listen to me…. Listen to me…




She shook herself loose and began explaining herself.




Joan : You see… I’m prepared to do it…. Really… really… haha.






She showed me her overnight bag and she took out some condoms and pressed them against my chest.


I took it from her hands and threw it aside.



Joan : Haha.. James… wait…



She kept backing off and i just rushed forward and grabbed her off her feet.




She screamed, laughed, giggled and kick as I threw her onto the King size bed.



She tried to push me away, her hands tangling with mine as she tried to stop me from undressing her.







I went to the wardrobe and took out the bathrobe and I took out the string used to secure the robe around your waist.



Joan screamed and begged for me to stop but I went ahead and restraint her hands.



She tried to bite me amidst her giggles and laughter but I managed to avoid her. I looped the string several times before securing it with a knot.


Her fight died down significantly the moment I pressed her hands down on the bed above her head.








She just looked at me as I kept my right hand on both her wrist and I tried to unzip myself with my left. It was a struggle trying to get my belt and pants off with 1 hand but I somehow managed to tug and pull everything off.




I struggled a little more and finally managed to release by erected and sore dick from my underwear.





Joan screamed and turned away but I used the shin part of my right leg to press down on her wrist while my right hand held onto her head, forcing her to turn towards me.



Joan : Yikes… James… arghh…


I held onto my dick with my left hand and I brushed it on her lower lip, causing it to reveal her pink gums and healthy straight teeth. I let go and brushed it on her lower lip again, causing her to scream in protest.


Joan : ARghhh… James…. Arghh..







I brushed and dragged my dick on Joan’s lips as she pleaded with me to stop, apologising for what she had done earlier.


She plead, begged, threatened to bite it off, then she pretended she was about to cry, but it was not use.







I’m not going to stop.


I was just too horny to stop.





After a bit of dragging and brushing against Joan’s lips, my dick was in a shade of reddish pink, Joan’s lipstick had smudge all over my manhood.


The lipstick smudged around her lips area too, her laughter and pleas caused her to tear a little, allowing her eyeshadow to spread beyond the area it was intended to be.







A couple of her hair pins dropped and some of her immaculate curls of fringe came loose.






Joan gave up fighting and tried to suck me but I stopped her.



When she tried to suck, I would pull away, instead just rubbing and brushing my throbbing dick on her. She got frustrated after a while and screamed, cursing at me.



Joan : ARghhh.. James…. I’ll get you for this… arghgh…








After a little more teasing, I pushed myself into Joan’s mouth when she elast expected it, causing her to choke and cough.



Joan : ARghh.. cough.. cough.. arrummpp…



I held Joan’s head against the bed, so she can’t move back and forth, instead she could only suck and release as if she was having a popsicle.



The wet slurping sound was punctuated with Joan’s ‘hmmms and urgmmms’ . It was such a sick and arousing sight as I recalled images and scenes of how she treated me that evening.



Holding her in that position made it hard for her to swallow her saliva, blobs after blobs of her saliva seeped out from the side of her mouth and onto the bed.



After I had enough of Joan’s sucking, I released her and withdrew myself as she caught a few good breathes of bresh cold air.



I undid the butterfly knot on her Cheongsum and I lifted the flap off, revealing her chest and the top of her breast.






It was impossible to remove since her hands were tied up so I left them as they were.




I reached into her Cheongsum, feeling for her breast and my fingers were rewarded with the lacy texture of a strapless bra.

I kneaded Joan’s breast, massaging it roughly as she squirmed and tried to wriggle herself away.


Joan : ARggh.. James…







I pushed and flipped away the bra and instantly came into contact with the warm supple skin of Joan’s breast. The firmness and the warmth felt so surreal around my palm and I found her rasin sized nipple in no time.


Gripping it between my thumb and index finger, I twitched and played with Joan’s nipple, causing her to scream and moan in pleasure.


I knew she was aroused by that manner of stimulation.



With her hands held down, she had no way to push my left hand away as I twisted and pulled on her sensitive nipples.






I would rubbed against the sides, causing the erected nipple to dance and twist around itself before I cupped my whole palm, feeling the nipple poking on me as I caressed and knead her breast.


I kept repeating in random order, she would not know when I could twist and tune her nipples, nor would she know when I could squeeze on her love pillows.




Joan : ARghhh…. Arghh… urghhh…. Urgghhh…. James….







I could see Joan’s feet keep pushing her entire body upwards, as if she’s hungry for me but I was not done yet.




I wanted to hear her beg.



I wanted to see her moan.



I wanted to feel her body twitch.



I let go of Joan’s wrist and I went to the bottom of the Cheongsum.


I lifted and exposed more of Joan’s legs from the side with the slit and I tried to spread Joan’s leg apart but it was impossible.



The tightness of the Cheongsum made it hard to spread her legs outright.







I bunched up and pushed the hem of her Cheongsum upwards, pushing it up north slowly until I saw the peek of her panty.



I almost wanted to tear them off when I saw it.




Joan was wearing a white colour seamless panty. It had a print of a phonix in black that spread it’s wings wide apart. The prints were of thin wireframe lines, but I was not paying that much attention to the design of the white panty.




I noticed something that made me even hornier.



I saw the wet patch in the middle of Joan’s panty. The way the fabric moved when she dragged and moved her legs against the bed was beckoning me towards her love hole.




I dragged a finger across the wet patch, pressing and brushing against Joan’s sensitive spot at the same time and she let out a really sensual and helpless moan.



Joan : Urghheeeeergnnnnnn…..






Her legs seemed to have a life of it’s own. Her left feet would one moment be pointing straight as if she was stretching before it slowly drew backwards, the heel sliding on the soft sheets before she plant her feet firmly on the bed.


Then for no reason at all, her leg would slide back down.



Joan’s long hairless legs just kept moving in seemingly random order, her pelvis too, raised up and down as if to tempt me.






Joan : Come inside James…. Please…




I was tempted to, really tempted to thrust myself deep into Joan’s vagina but I forced myself to hold on.





That sick sensation of knowing I’m deliberately delaying the intercourse gave me a mental orgasm.


To see Joan withering on bed, begging for me more than made up for the way she treated me earlier in the day.





I positioned myself infront of her legs and I grabbed hold of her ankles. I planted her feet on the bed and slide them towards her own body the same time I laied donw on my stomach.


I pushed her feet so far back that she groaned in pain.





Joan : Argheeennggg… James…. Painful….




It did not bother me, I could not care, not at that moment.





My face was just inches away from the entrance to Joan’s most private sanctum, I could feel the heat radiating from her privates.


I know you’ll surely say I’m exaggerating but I’m not .




In the cool air of the room, I could really feel this unexplained wave of heat coming from Joan’s privates.


I could see how the dim light reflect off the stickiness of her panty, totally soaked by her love juice.



The wet panty stretched and rubbed against her own clit as she tried to move and wriggle herself.





I went closer and I took in breathes after breathes of Joan’s scent. The wet patch seemed to have spread , coating more and more of her underwear.



I kissed the side of her thighs, slowly running my tongue along her leg as I got closer to her privates. I just kept spending time kissing her on her inner thigh, refusing to go down on her no matter how she plead





Joan : James….stop…. James…. Aerggnnnnnnnghh eughre… let’s do it already…. Please…




I ignored her pleas and took my time savouring her sweat, and the unique bodily taste she had accumulated for the night out.




When I finally decided to put my tongue on her soaked undies, Joan was on the verge of a meltdown.




She had started to randomly curse at me, threatening to kill me among a host of other things.




While she was halfway through her threats, I cupped my mouth directly over the portion I figured was her clit and I pressed my lips down hard and immediately sucked out the air from my mouth.



Joan : AREghhggggg… erngnnnn….



She had a shock followed by a couple of twitches before she moaned and groaned for more.




I found the lump of sensitive flesh prodding out from the wet undies and I sucked so hard on it that Joan begged me to stop.



Joan : ARhhgh.. James… stop… stop.. stoo… argheenengngn….








I ignored her cries and I pushed aside her underwear with my tongue, licking and flicking her engorged clit.


I could only managed a couple of licks, flicking them as hard as I could before Joan would thrust her pelvis up in an uncontrollable manner, coating my face with my own saliva and her womanly juice.



I nudged aside her wet underwear with my cheek, nose , mouth, basically hald my face was plastered against her wet privates.






I could feel the sticky mess of natural lubricant on me as if I just did some Korean face mask, a couple of Joan’s fine and trimmed pubic hair must have dropped as I could taste hair in my mouth.




I sucked hard, licking and slurping in an audible manner. I deliberately amplified the sound, the louder Joan moaned, the louder I sucked.





It’s like the way some people like to purse her lips together to make some squeaking sound. 



CHootttzzzz…..chootttttzzz…ssschototssszzz…slurppp …slurppleee…chootz… 







In this erotic symphony, Joan moaned and pleaded with me to stop. 



How could I stop, when I realised she got even more lube oozing out from her vagina. 



It was already flowing back onto her back and anus, the trail of sticky and warm fluid visible against her baby smooth skin. 





I pulled out her underwear and I used it to wipe her wet vagina. 




Joan : ARghhh.. James… what are you doing…. 



I ignored her pleas and I wanted to soak the panty as much as I could. 







Then I went down on her again, dragging and running my tongue along the opening of Joan’s love hole. 


I felt the fresh ooze of her womanly juice came out and I sucked and lick it all up. 




SLurpppppzzzz…chootszz…. 



Joan : ARehhghg…egnngng.. James….. you’re sick…. Arghhg… 







I got up and pushed her Cheongsum up higher to the point that it bunched up into a mess above her waist. 




James : I’m sick ? …. You’re saying I’m sick ? ……. You haven seen the sick side of me yet. 



She tried to get up, her hands struggling but I held her down. 



Joan : ARghhgee…. 



I balanced myself on my left knee, my left hand holding down on Joan’s tied wrist and I hovered over her. My right leg pushed apart her left, spreading her wide apart. 



I grabbed hold of my dick and I pressed and rubbed it against her swollen clit. 




Joan : aRghghg… ergnnn.. ergnnn.. erngn… erngn… 



I just kept rubbing like a mad man, I was holding onto the shaft of my dick and I felt like I’m chopping or slicing something in quick succession and I rapidly rubbed my sensitive dick against Joan’s clitoris. 




I’ve never heard her moan so loud before. 



Joan : ARghhh … ergngngngngn!!!!! Arghh… James….!!! James !!... arghghg engggnn 




Her eyes widened, her mouth gasped opened and all the screams and moan stopped as she just arched her body upwards as if she was possessed. 




Then there was 2 second of complete silence. 






Then Joan slammed her body back down on the bed and screamed, moaning and crying for me to stop and the orgasmic sensation of her body going into spasm slow spreads from her privates to the rest of her body. 



She screamed and begged, pleading with me but I tried my best to continue my rubbing. 



I could see tears rolling down the side of her eyes and her speech became delirious. 




Joan : arghghgh..erngngng..ergnn..egn….. 



I stopped and allowed her a moment to calm down. Just when she thought it was over, I cupped my mouth over her clit again , flicking my tongue over her sensitive spot, sending sourish spikes of intense pleasure into her privates. 




Joan : ARghghgh!!! James.. .!! aergggnnn… 




Her legs thrashed in protest and her thighs kept opening and closing, smashing and slamming against the side of my head as I tried to hold her down. 



Joan pleaded louder and she started hitting my head with her bound hands. 







Then suddenly she arched her body again, and there was this unexplained shiver that shook her entire body and she gave out another blood curling scream, spluttering saliva at the same time. 



I felt her pelvis thrust up so hard that it hit me on my nose, it was quite painful as I reeled backwards just in time to see a trail of liquid squirt out onto the bed. 







We were both quiet for a good 5 minutes or so before Joan spoke. 



Joan : Oh my god…. Oh my god…. James… 



She was still panting away, and I could see beads of perspiration on her forehead. 



I could see she was drained. 





I went to pick up the box of condom from the floor. 




James : We’re not done yet.. 









She shook her head, and I could see it was a genuine plea. 



Joan : James… wait… wait.. please… James…. 








I flipped her drained and sweaty body to the side and I fought to tie her hands behind her back. 



Joan : James… no…. no… wait… wait… please… wait… 






Joan screamed as I fought to stuff her wet juiced stained underwear into her mouth, cursing and swearing at me while trying to laugh at the same time. 



It was not easy, I tried to force her mouth open, she tried to bite me. 


I gave up after a while. 






By then it looked like we had both just ran a marathon. 







I capped my throbbing dick and I positioned myself in front of Joan. 



I could tell she was already drained, the fight was almost gone.




She just stared helplessly at my throbbing erected manhood, resigned to her fate. 





Then I took of the condom in front of her, pulling it away with a sticky smack and threw it on the floor. 






Joan’s eyes widened and she screamed at me. 




Joan : No !,,, James…. No!!.... wait… wait… please,,,, James !! 



I could see the sudden burst of energy as she struggled helplessly but it was not use. 



James was no longer there in that room. 




I spread Joan’s legs and against a backdrop of her pleas, I pushed and entered raw for the first time into Joan, feeling the tight squeeze of her reluctant vagina walls closing in. 







Joan : ARghh.. no!! James…. Use a condom…!1 aerggghnnnnnnerghnn…please… 





I leaned over Joan and said. 




James : Look at me in the eye….. when you beg.





........................



Against the backdrop of Joan’s cursing and swearing, I pulled myself out, dragging and feeling the tight contractions of Joan’s wet love hole. 


Joan : ARghh.. James..!.. I’m going to kill you…. I’m really going to kill you… 







I pushed myself back into Joan, and I could see the parting of her lips as her moans punctuated her cursing, the muscles of her unwilling vagina worked it’s way around my dick. 


Joan : ARggnn ergnng.. James… !! .. wear a condom… argnn… I’ll.. arengng



My hands were kneading Joan’s thigh, alternating between her firm butt and breasts, basically I’ve already lost my sense of rhythm and momentum, just touching and caressing every part of her body whenever I felt like it. 




Joan’s hands trashed and her wrist twisted, determined to free herself but I held onto her wrist and I started to work out a thrusting rhythm that suits me. 






Every time I pulled myself out, I could feel the tightness and relieve of Joan, as if she thinks that would be the time I’m pulling my uncapped dick out completely but when whenever I pushed myself in again, she scream and moan helplessly, cursing that she would really kill me when she gets her hand on me. 




Joan : James… stop.. please… wear a condom.. arerghhnn …



I tried to finger Joan’s clit again while I humped myself against ehr, but it was quite hard. Her struggling body made it almost impossible. 



I don’t know why, but her threats, combined with her pleas, and seeing her thrashing helplessly on the bed as I pushed myself inside her gave me this never before high in terms of sexual intercourse. 


My senses were spiking, I could feel the shiver running down my spine, even the tightness and small contractions near my privates seemed to be amplified by the circumstances. 





I flipped Joan onto her back and immediately she tried to kick and squirm herself away from me but I managed to ease myself back in again. She was just so wet and well lubricated, it was such a welcoming entry and I only need to slowly apply a bit of pressure before my dick gets engulfed by Joan’s vagina. 






I slam myself down a couple of times before quickly stopping. 



It’s really embarrassing but I could not help it. Barely 5 minutes into the actual intercourse, I already felt like I was going to explode. 






I must have had this look like I’m trying to hold it in on my face and Joan panicked. 



Joan : No !... James… No….no.. please… 


Joan’s eyes widen as I tried to catch my breath and control my manhood. 






Joan : James… No!... I’ll kill you… I’ll really kill you….. if you cum inside me. 




She tried to struggle, and I quite trying to ask her to stop moving. Her struggles were not just mere bodily movements, I could feel the frantic contractions of her vagina walls, as if she was desperate to squeeze me out. 





James : ARghgh… erghh… don’t… don’t… Joan …. Don’t squeeze… arghh


She replied frantically too, trying to struggle herself free. 


Joan : I’m not !... I’m not!!.... come out James… come out now !....






I wanted to, I really wanted to come out but the rapid squeezing was like this irresistible suction, beckoning my dick deeper and further into the warm and slippery love hole that made me feel so safe and secure. 



James : Stop…!... stop moving… 






I could feel it. 



I could really feel it. 






That sudden tight squeeze on my entire pelvic region and the air inside my body gets knocked out of my lungs. My eyes widened and Joan could see the panic in my eyes. 



Right at that moment, Joan managed to struggle herself loose. 





Her palms reached for the sides of my face and simultaneously I felt the locking of her calves on mine. She twisted my head to my right the same time she swung my body to the left in that split second and caused me this major disorientation. 



The next thing I realised, I was on my back and Joan had her hands around my neck. 





Joan : I’m so going to kill you James…. Arggghhh… 






Right at the moment Joan pulled herself up and away from me, I felt I was at the tipping point. 





James : Oh no… oh no… I’m coming… I’m coming…. 




You know that high , that orgasmic spasm and cramps that you would chase for right at the tipping point, that part where you just needed to hump really hard or stroke yourself really vigorously ? 


I was there 



I was right there when Joan came out. 




I felt this sudden helplessness and I felt like I was a unbalanced bottle about to tip over a table. 







James : don’t stop !.... no !.... no… Joan …. I’m….. coming… please.. please continue… 





It was too late . 



I tried to stroke my erupting dick on my own but Joan stopped me, holding onto my hands as I moaned and groaned in a disappoint manner seeing lousy spurts of my semen popped up and just flow unceremoniously down the side of my throbbing dick. 




James : No!!!.... arghgh…. 






That sense of disappointment and despair, I could not describe. 


The tightness and anticipation of the build-up that entire evening was reduced to a pathetic trickle of sperm down the sides of my dick. 



The shock of being unsatisfied and losing my money shot for the session was a huge blow to me. 



The look of despair on my face had to be funny since Joan was laughing and laughing away as she sat on my thighs. 



Joan : Whahahahha…….This is classic James… haha… 








I almost cried. 




I was not joking. 





I really almost cried as I felt the life slowly drain out of my dick. 





I could feel tears welling up in my eyes 




I was overwhelmed with such disappointment and sadness that my dick deflated and I could feel the sticky mess of semen around my groin. 


Joan laughed so hard that she cried too.


I stared in disbelief at the mess around my groin and Joan was trying to clean me up amidst her laughter. 


Joan : Ohh my god… hahha.. James…. Haha.. poor thing… 




I was totally drained and I could feel my grumpiness starting to set in. 


If you’ve experience this before, you would know what I meant and most importantly, how I felt. 


The feeling of having spent your one precious shot, yet not achieving the level of satisfaction you wanted, that agony, that biting itch that you cannot scratch, that feeling of helplessness. 



I was torn between losing my temper at Joan for spoiling my orgasm and curling up into a ball and sulk. 



Joan took while to composed herself before she stripped off all her clothing to cuddle up beside me. The warmth of her body made me feel much better but she could not help teasing me on my failure to perform. 


Joan : Tsk…tsk… so young….. already like that ar James…. Jia lat leh. 




I would have rose up and rape her again had it not for the long day. It was already the wee hours in the morning, I’ve had quite a bit to drink and I was struggling with some pretty intense physical activities for the past hour. 


I could only manage to give Joan the sad puppy eye look, it achieved nothing more than a couple of additional teases but at least she promised me another round in the morning. 



My eyelids felt heavy and Joan could see I was starting to get a little grumpy but that did not stop her from putting her wet juice and saliva soaked underwear near my face.

Joan : Don’t sad la, see….. look at what you did. Haha. 



I could not remember much details after that, I must have dozed off. 


The next time I opened my eyes, Joan was on top of me and the sun was already high up in the sky. 




My hands were bound. 


Her wet and soiled undies was stuffed into my mouth. 


Her worn bra was pressed against my nose. 



Every breathe I took was of her womanly sweat and smell. 

Every swallow of my saliva was filtered through her soiled undies. 




I was the victim that morning and I had no complains. 



I came that morning, jerking my stiff pelvis as Joan squeeze her vagina walls tightly against my dick, milking every drop of my sperm dry from my manhood. 





We only had enough time for a quick shower before she checked out for breakfast.



28 Feburary 2013

Thursday 

11 am






A couple of colleague made a move on Joan that week after our company dinner. She received a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates. 

The first thing she did was to show them off to me


Joan : Oei… jealous or not ? ,,, hiak hiak… hiak… 





She whispered softly beside me, making a comment that I’ve yet to give her any flowers. 


I ignored her as I was busy typing an email. 





3pm 


Joan mentioned that she was feeling a little hungry since she only had soup for lunch. She offered to help a couple of colleagues grab coffee and snacks from the canteen a 5 minute walk away. 


I was busy with work but I made an order of coffee and 2 kaya toast. 
I have yet to get my caffeine fix that day and my splitting headache was started to get to me.



Joan : Money…. Lai lai…. 


I pretended to dig for coins from the container on my desk and gave her a pitiful look. 


She laughed and told me that I owe her one for the tea break



Joan : You owe me for this. 

James : Yes… yes… anything….I’ll kill for a coffee …. And kaya toast…



Joan bent down and whispered. 

Joan : Ok… I’ll save it for the next time you try to force yourself on me. I’ll make you kill yourself…. Haha.





Joan helped herself to my mobile phone charger on my desk and just plugged hers in after blatantly removing mine. 


I tried to pinch her behind but she was faster, somehow managing to grab hold of my hair and gave it a firm tug for me to behave. 








3.30pm 



There was some commotion at the reception and I looked up from my seat. 

Before I could grasp the situation, I heard Thomas’s voice. 



I saw Mr Chan came out of the office and headed towards the reception area. 




I did not know where Joan was and I was about to call her when I realised she had left her phone on her desk. 







I went out just in time to hear Thomas saying that he’s just here to pass some vouchers and gifts which reminded me that my spare phone had been lying dormant for quite some time. 



Thomas : I’ll just leave it here at the reception….




I was trying to get a gauge of his intentions when I saw a 2nd figure step into the office. 






It was the PRC girl. 



She was carrying yet another branded bag, and from the way she dressed and the height of her heels, she would fit right into one of the KTV joints in town. 

One which I would bring my clients should they wish to spend some money hanging flowers and eating fruit platters. 






That PRC girl strutted into the office, like a proud peacock with her shades on. 


Her head was held high and she looked around the reception as if the office was too filthy for her cheap dressing. 



Alright, I admit, everything she wore was branded, but please pardon my language. It doesn’t matter how much they cost, they just look cheap on her. 


It’s not the clothes. 



It’s the person wearing them that makes the different. 




She attracted quite a bit of attention from my colleagues and I could see a couple of guys instantly checking her out. Honestly, her figure is not too bad. 






The hour glass is obvious, her legs are long. 

Her skin is fair. 


Her breast is big, and round. Half of it is already exposed, I would give it a firm C, maybe just that wee bit shy of the letter D. 






Honest appraisal from a men’s perspective, not too bad physically. 




Then she spoke and it shattered everything. 


In heavily accented English, she was looking over her shoulder and speaking out after someone. 




Don’t get me wrong, I’m not laughing at her accent, I got nothing against someone who wants to practise and pick up a new language. 

It’s the manner in which she spoke, thinking as if everyone was beneath her. 


The snobbish manner of the way she behaved, waving around before pacing about the reception. 




Moments later, a 3rd figure emerged. 



It was just your typical uncle but with 2 hands full of souvenirs from China. 






Thomas went on to say that he knows Joan is back for a while but he was away in China for a long trip visiting friends in the mainland. 


No prizes for guessing who he went with. 


Thomas : I just touched down yesterday. Brought some gifts for all of you. 






Mr Chan thanked Thomas for the gifts but spoke in a pretty firm tone that he should stop showing up. 


Mr Chan : We are running a business. Whatever it is with Joan. I hope you all can take this outside. 



Thomas apologised with a smile adding that he would just need a word with Joan. 




He made eye contact with me and asked if Joan was in her cubicle. 



I could not say it in front of Mr Chan that Joan went to eat snake and buy coffee so I just said she stepped out of office for a while. 




James : She stepped out, I think she went to the bathroom. 



Mr Chan told Siti to put the items in the pantry and went back to his office. 


I wanted to warn Joan but her phone was still charging in my cubicle. 



I decided to head out and intercept her at the lift lobby below. 







3.40pm 


I dashed into the lobby, flashing a smile to Thomas before I exited the office. 



The moment the lift door closed, I cursed at my carelessness as I had forgotten my phone and my office pass. 


I reached the ground floor and I took a quick glance around the lobby and checked if there was any sign of Joan. 


After making sure, I hit the close button and headed back up again. 







I felt my heart dropped the moment my lift door opened. 


I caught the glimpse of Joan raising her key card to the scanner by the glass door before she stepped in. 



I ran out, almost forcing the lift door open as it slid apart at a snail’s pace. 



I must have covered like 20 meters in a couple of second but it was too late. 







I stared in horror as the glass door closed with a thud. The magnetic lock snapping into place. 




Thomas and the PRC girl stood up and Joan was caught off guard. 






The first thing that came to my mind was what could I do if Thomas laid his hands on her again. I could only stand helplessly on the other side of the door. 



I knocked but no one pay any attention to me. 




I can hear Joan speak. 


I can hear Thomas reply. 





Then the PRC girl shouted. 



PRC girl : 就不过是段恋情。。。。干嘛搞我的签证。。。 

( It’s just a relationship, why did you have to meddle with my visa ) 






I heard those words loud and clear. 



I knocked on the glass again, tapping for someone to let me in. 



Siti saw me but she was too shocked to move. 






Then it happened. 


I, James, have never felt so useless in my life before that day. 



I could only look on as the PRC girl swept the bundle of coffee off Joan’s hand, as the cups swayed and spill hot drinks all over the carpeted floor, that bitch squeezed onto one of the cups, splashing and squirted coffee all over Joan and herself. 



Joan was definitely shocked and I could see her turn sideways to her right, cradling her arms together close to her chest as she pulled her cardigan together.





Both of them must have been scalded by the drink and the PRC girl was cursing and screaming at Joan for her visa issue.



Thomas manage to grabbed hold of the PRC girl and I saw him dragged and pulled her away from Joan towards the door.




The block of wood, Siti, finally unlocked the door and I pushed the right panel inwards, going straight to Joan while Thomas took the left panel outwards with the screaming bitch.




Siti helped to pick up the cups and by then the pantry auntie and several colleagues had come out.


Mr Chan too and he was not looking too pleased.




He gave Joan 10 minutes to clean herself up before spending 20 minutes with her in the office.










I could not work.


I was worried about Joan.



Her left wrist seemed pretty red even after I made her run her hand under the tap for a while.





My blood was boiling.

That fucking bitch.






I took deep breathes, forcing myself to calm down.

I went round the office, asking colleagues if anyone had any cream for burns and I managed to get a bottle of aloe vera gel from Junwei.












4.30pm


Joan came back into the cubicle.


I immediately went over to her seat, glancing around quickly before I whispered to her, asking if she’s ok.






James : Are you ok ? Still painful ?



Joan just smiled and shook her head.




I applied the cream for her and she just stared into blank space, zoning out for a while.





Then Joan suddenly brightened up with a smile.



Joan : Oh… oh… I almost forgot.





She reached into the pocket of her cardigan and brought out this crumpled, oil stained brown paper bag.



I could smell what it was even before opening it.




I did not know what to say.



Joan still had the cheek to smile and said.





Joan : You better eat it ah…. I went all the way to buy for you.





I slowly unwrapped the bag and took a bite of the cold soggy kaya toast.


That was the nicest toast I’ve ever had in my life.







Joan : Nice ?


I nodded.





I finished the first slice and asked in a dramatic manner.



James : So…... Who do you want me to kill ?


Joan smiled and jabbed me in the ribs, asking me to get back to work.







I got back to work alright.


There was so much to be done.




....................


Just before the day ended, Joan’s phone rang.

It was still plugged in at my desk and I could see it was Thomas.



I passed the phone to her and although she answered the call, she was strangely silent throughout most of the conversation.


I only heard , ‘ ok ‘ ‘ erm’ ‘ yah’ , ‘we’ll see’, ‘I’ll think about it’




She did not update me on what was discussed over the 15 minute phone call and I did not ask.







I offered to send Joan back that day after work but she said she wanted to meet her parents for dinner and she wanted some time alone





8.30pm


I got home just in time to see my brother come out of the shower. I asked if he was free on Monday and he said he’s got some lectures in the afternoon.

I just nodded and did not reply him when he asked me what I wanted.




After a quick shower, I dug out the old files I had compiled and kept when I first started snooping about Thomas.


I was still pissed about that bitch but I realised I had almost nothing to work with.



I don’t even know her name.



I fell asleep thinking about what I was going to do to her for hurting Joan.







1st March 2013

Friday




Joan was her usual cheery self that day and a couple of colleagues came over to ask me about her when I was in the pantry.

It seems the rumour mill had been churning out weird variations of what happened.



From Joan threatening Thomas’ new girl to Joan dumping Thomas because he cheated. The best version in my opinion was from Junwei although I knew it was a joke.


He said that the PRC girl was upset because Joan dumped her.






We were all busy that day, and I hardly had a chance to talk to Joan.

I took the opportunity when Joan was out for a meeting to submit a leave application for the following Monday.



I received a notification at 5.30pm that my leave had been approved by Mr Chan.



I did not tell Joan about my leave.





7.00pm



I could see my family member’s eyes drifting to Joan’s injured hand but Joan was quick to say she was clumsy when she tried to cook some noodles a couple of days back.


I could see Jasper giving me a doubtful and suspicious look but I ignored him.




After dinner, Joan and I settled down for fruits and TV with the family before I sent her back at 10.00pm



She did not feel like staying over that day.









11.00pm



I reached the 24 hour shopping centre in little india and I got myself a shopping basket.

I bought a set of children’s walkie talkie toy. It says the range is about 50m although i’m a little doubtful.


You can really find everything in that shopping centre and I added a belt hole puncher to my shopping basket.



A tube of hair dye, few bottles of Vaseline and some decorative coloured sand were dropped into the basket as well.


I took about 6 superglues, gloves and a normal black cap.



I caught the last train home and saw my brother having a beer and flipping through some books.



He saw the bags of stuff I had but I went into my room before he could ask me anything.









3rd March 2013

Saturday




I had dinner with Joan and her parents at Serangoon garden. I overhead that they had already finalised a meeting with Thomas.

I pretended to be engrossed in my stingray and let them continue with their conversation.


Joan’s mum was a little disappointed that Joan wanted to just sell Thomas the business without putting up a fight but she said it was her choice.



They did not seek or ask my opinions about the decision, after all I’m considered a outsider.



Right when we were tucking in dessert, Joan’s parents casually asked if I knew how to cook. I just said I’m ok with simple dishes. Joan beamed and tried to show off to her mum that I can make pretty good pasta.


Joan’s dad immediately rebutted her that she should be the one that learns how to cook.


Joan’s dad : You have a giant industrial kitchen in the factory, you should go and learn something. So many good cooks there. If you can pick up 5%, good enough already.






That led Joan’s mum to add that Joan had never stepped into the office for the longest time, the least she could do was to head down and say hi to some of the employees.




Joan threw up her hands in mock surrender and said she’ll head down the next day if they drive her down.







I almost choked on my dessert when I heard Joan asked her parents if I could stay over at their place that evening without first consulting me.





Her dad simply replied,


Joan’s dad : Join us at the factory tomorrow morning too.




I smiled and nodded politely and Joan gave me a playful pinch on my thigh.

When her parents were not within earshot, I asked Joan


James : What if we bump into Thomas ?

She waved me off, adding that Thomas only shows up on payday.



Joan : You’ll win the lottery before you see in working on a weekend.








4th March 2013

Sunday




Nothing happened at Joan’s place.


Instead of asking Joan to sleep with the door open, her parents decided to sleep with their door open.






8.00am



We took a short drive to the central kitchen and I could smell the delicious food being prepared the moment we got out of the car.

Hygiene was strictly observed and we wore mask even though we’re only passing through the far end of the kitchen where the frozen food were stored en route to the office.




The office is small, probably about the size of a HDB living room with a few tables and filing cabinets.


Joan was talking to her parents and I helped myself to the copy of newspaper on the round table which I assumed doubled up as the meeting desk.



Joan’s mum had called to one of her staff to bring us protective gears and boots so we could tour the cooking area.







8.15am


The staff came with only 2 pairs of boots, and aprons. Joan went on ahead with her mum while I stayed behind reading the news.


Joan’s dad joined me and we were both leaning back on the chair, papers covering our face.





I quickly looked around the office, trying to find any out if there were any information I can get about the PRC girl.


There was the giant white board, with names and work schedules scribbled in a mix of English and mandarin.

There were names, many names. I tried to single out which one was hers but it was impossible.





Most of the names on the board were all alias.


Ah meng, Ah yen, Auntie Choo, Ah sun, even a Ah neh and Ah bang.




The cabinets did not seem like they were locked but I can’t exactly rummage through them.



I saw a plague with Thomas name on 1 of the table and I was tempted to head over.


I needed a reason.



A good plausible reason.






I looked around the office again and I noticed Thomas’s desk was the only one with a box of tissues.



I lowered my papers to make sure Joan’s dad was still engrossed in his. His papers were held high, at eye level. Even when he flips, he kept the papers upright.



I decided to take a gamble and I tickled my nose with the edge of the papers.



The smell of the chemical from the print and the tease of the paper edges gave me what I wanted in no time.





James : Ahhh CHhhozz….ah choozz..


I lowered my papers to see Joan’s dad peering over the side of his.


Joan’s Dad : You ok ?




I nodded and I just stood up naturally as if I was looking for something.



I walked over and reached for a couple of tissues at Thomas’ desk and I saw Joan’s dad lifted the papers up again.





I blew my nose a couple of times, keeping my eyes on Joan’s dad.


My heart was racing.



I felt like peeing as I calculated the risk in my head.



There were so many things on Thomas’ table, but if Joan’s dad were to catch me snooping around, I would not have a good reason to explain myself off.







I took a quick look to check out Thomas’ table.


Files, folders and yes. A picture.

A picture of him and the girl. It was taken by someone else as they were by the side of his car.



A Nissan.


Carplate. I remembered the carplate.




I was about to take a closer look when I heard the ruffling sound of papers flipping.



I quickly reeled around and pulled a couple more napkins and dabbed at my nose.







The papers were still blocking Joan’s dad and I quickly stole another glance at the desk.



I lifted up some papers, it was nothing but purchase order and invoices.

I could feel beads of perspirations build up on my forehead.




I heard the flipping ruffle of the papers and I quickly stopped and walked back to my seat just in time to see the papers being put down.



I barely sat down when I saw the papers went back up, he just started on a different section.





I bunched up the used tissues and walked over to the bin near the door.






That was when I spied the time cards and the clock beside the door.



The time cards were neatly arranged and the names of the employees were printed no only on the cards, it was printed on the metal racks that held them.



Each slot was like a mini pigeon hole, the slit size is probably about the length of a A4 sheet. Some of the slots had envelopes and letter stuffed into them too and I noticed it was addressed to the same employee that owed that slot.


I heard the ruffle of the papers and I dropped the balls of used tissue into the bin and pretended to walk back.



I checked to make sure the papers were up and I quickly doubled back to the rack.
My heart was slamming against my ribcage and I quickly ran down the list of names.







Every slot was filled except 2.


One was for Shen Yan Ting, the other for Halim.





There was no timecard for that 2 employee.



I heard the paper sound again and I quickly bent down and got onto my knees just in time to see Joan’s dad stand up.


I pretended to tie my laces and I calmed myself down.








Heading back to my seat, I held up the life section of the papers to block what I was doing, I did a google search of the name Shen Yan ting.



It yielded quite a few results but I could not find any pictures to link the name to the PRC girl.



I mentally filed away the information.








10.30am


We left the factory and I excused myself to the bathroom while waiting for breakfast to be served at the prate joint in Jalan Kayu.



I dialled the number of the office and after 2 tries, it was answered by a employee.








James : Hi, can I speak to Shen Yan Ting ?


Employee : She is no longer with the company. Who’s that on the line.




I had my reasons ready and I wanted to confirm the information I had was accurate.



James : I’m from the visa agency, I helping her to do her visa application. Is there anyway I can contact her ?


Employee : I don’t know. You wait.








I was put on hold for a while before the phone got picked up by another employee.


The person spoke in mainland Chinese and asked me what I wanted.






Employee 2 : 你哪位?( who is this )

James : 我是代申请签证公司的。 之前燕婷填了些表格。 你有办法联系到她吗? ( I’m from the agency what helps to submit visa application, Yanting filled in some forms previously, is there anyway I can contact her ?)


Employee 2 : 哦。燕婷不在这干了。。表格没联系方式吗?( she no longer works here, is there no contact number on the form ? )


James: 哦。 我试过了。 联系不上, 你能给我他手机吗? ( I tried, can’t get her )


Employee 2 : xxxx1715


James : 哦,难怪。 表格上写成 xxxx1515. ( Oh , the form is written as xxxx1515 )


James : 好。 谢了。怎么样称呼你呢? ( Thank you, how do I address you ? )





I spent another 5 minutes on the phone and found out the employee was called Ah yen and I told her to consider my company when doing her visa application in the future.

Ah yen is still sharing a flat with Yanting together with a few other housemates, and I offered to give them a good rate for any visa related applications if she introduce them to me.




I even bragged that we have a good success rate with the applications.

Right before I hung up, I asked her if I could confirm the address with her since Yanting’s handwriting is not clear and she gave me her home address without second thought.


I hung up after thanking her, I chuckled when I realised I did not even tell her the company I was supposedly from.








I keyed Yanting’s number and address into my phone the moment I hang up.



I immediately went to wasapp and tried my luck.







Bingo.



The profile picture of that bitch showed up the moment I added her to the contact list.




I went back and enjoyed my Sunday breakfast with Joan and her family.




9.30pm



I contacted the same brother which sold me the phone card some time back and asked if I could get another one.


He replied that he can meet me at 11pm that evening.







10.30 pm



Jasper saw me getting dressed at 10.30pm that evening and asked what was I up to.


James : Mind you own business la.




I loitered a couple blocks away from my place and waited at the agreed carpark.








11pm



The same brother arrived with a card for me and I paid him before thanking him for the trouble.


I got back into my room and laid out everything, packing them into separate compartments in a old black haversack of mine.


I did extensive social media search of Yan ting and I found several pictures of her on Linkedin and on weibo.



My room door opened suddenly and Jasper came in.

I quickly minimised the windows but it was too late, he saw Yanting’s picture.





Jasper : Wah Knn… you 2 timing Joan ah ?

James : Fuck you la. What you want ?




He returned me a brand new box of condoms.

Jasper : Nah. Return you.




He was about to make another stupid comment when he saw the look I had on my face, I was not in the mood for silly jokes and he caught onto that before he blurted something stupid.


No one knows me better than Jasper, after all, we’re brothers our whole life.



He helped himself to the mouse and brought up the pictures again.






Jasper : Who is she ?


I closed everything and shut down the computer.



James : She’s the reason Joan’s hurt.



Jasper nodded and left my room, not before adding that if I needed help, he’s up for it.



Jasper : I can skip a few lectures…..What are brothers for ? Let me know.






I text Jasper if he’s up for a bit for fun the next morning.


Jasper sms : Why not ?








4th March 2013

7am




I left home early with Jasper and reached the coffee shop in Serangoon north which gives me a view of the unit which Yanting stayed base on my research on google maps.

It’s amazing how much information you can get with streetview.



I ordered breakfast for both of us, chose a suitable seat and settled down.



The coffee shop faces the common corridor of that block of 3 room flats and from where I sat, I have a good view of the residents leaving their units for work.




I saw at least 4 person leaving the target unit on the 3rd floor but they were all casually dressed and none of them looked like that PRC bitch.


It was a torture to wait in the coffee shop and I took the time to fill Jasper in on the situation.


From Thomas hitting Joan till that very incident with Yanting.







10am


I saw a familiar car pass us by on the road and headed into the carpark and I immediately told Jasper to confirm the car plate.


He came back a while later and I verified it was the same one I saw in the picture.



Thomas.



10.10am




Thomas was on the phone and we watched him step into the lift and head up to the 3rd storey.


The door opened and he went in.

He was wearing all black that day and Jasper commented that he looked like an Ox.





Jasper : Wah… so tua jiak and so tan ? Black Ox.







I passed Jasper a walkie talkie and I asked him to keep an eye on the unit.




James : Let me know if they come out.








I was going to snoop around the car.



I walked 10 steps away and I tested the device.





James : Testing.. testing… can hear bo Jasper.. ?


Jasper : Knn… don’t say name la… this kind of frequency every Tom, dick harry can access.






James : Okok ……Just Call me J Lor.



I literally meant the letter ‘J’ and the ‘lor’ was just my singlish but I did not expect Jasper to take it so seriously.








Jasper : You don’t have J Lo figure la…. But good call sign.…. Call me ‘J lo 12’ ,.. you can be ‘J lo 11’


James : You siao ah.. you miss your in camp si bo.


Jasper : enemy call sign is simi ?






James : I don’t care la.. you can call him chee bye for all I care.





Jasper : Aiyah.. go la.. go la… don’t waste time.







I went over to the carpark. It was a good 50 m or so from the coffee shop.

I peeped into the car and I could make out some bags and documents.






Jasper decided to comms me at that moment.








Jasper : J lor, J lor…. Oei J lor…


James : Knn la. Simi ? I already very kan Cheong already.. I hear you until I also feel like ‘zhao lor’






Jasper : If I see them heading down how ?


James : Warn me la !....










I put the walkie talkie aside and I searched in my haversack for something I could use.


I don’t think I could achieve much within such short time but even if it’s a prank on Thomas’ car, it’s better than nothing.





I was about to superglue the wipers to the windscreen when I heard some broken messages from the walkie talkie.


It was just broken and all I could make out was ;



Buzz… buzz…down… coming…. Buzz… I think… so… buzz.






James : Repeat last message.


Jasper : buzz… buzz…… I …. Think…. Buzz…see…







James : I can’t hear…. Repeat. Speak slowly la…


Jasper : buzz.. buzz… ahhhh. Buzz…






I put the talkie aside and I got down on my knees to uncap the glue.


Right when I got down, I could hear footsteps and voices heading towards me.





I looked under the car and I saw 2 pair of legs heading towards my direction.
One in heels, one in shoes.

I panicked.




Before I could react, the 2 person split, heading to each side of the car.



I was fucked.


There was no way for me to get out without being seen.





Right when I was about to make a dash for it, I heard this loud commotion.





Crash !... arhhhrghgh….

I could hear Yanting’s scream.




I did not wait but immediately made a dash across the carpark to the neighbouring block.


I ran up a flight of steps before I peeped down at the commotion below.




I looked down to see a recycle bin



Yes, those yellow coloured bins with wheels, it was resting at the rear or Thomas’ car.


And for Thomas, he must have taken a bump of the recycling bin and was down on his hands and knees cursing away.







Yanting rushed over to his side.



I looked around, trying to find Jasper.


He must have pushed the bin towards the car.





James : Jasper !... Jasper !.... where are you ?


James : Jasper !... are you ok ?



I was getting a little worried as I watched Thomas and Yanting try to shit the bin.

It must be pretty full, they’re having some trouble pushing it away.





I was about to call Jasper on his phone when my walkie talkie rang.


I could hear Jasper panting in the background but he still manage to say it.





Jasper : J lo 12 to J lo 11……… we have a black ox down…. Black ox down




......................




I wanted to burst out laughing but I could only pant as I tried to calm myself down. Everything happened so fast and although it was only a short sprint, the excitement and anxiety of everything happening together actually made my heart raced as if I has just ran a marathon.


I asked Jasper where he was and he said he’s not sure, he just ran a couple of blocks and went up the stairs.





James : Landmarks brother… landmarks. What can you see ?


Jasper : HDB… everywhere also HDB.


I took another look at Thomas and saw that they had already got rid of the bin and had gotten into their car.


I watched as they pulled out of the driveway and disappeared into the main road.







James : Meet me back at the coffee shop.





We met up shortly after and after a quick discussion, we decided to head up to the unit to take a look.





We made a casual pass and checked that there was no cameras along the corridor but it’s a really opened corridor. Anyone will be able to see what was happening at that unit.



Jasper and I went to the nearest bus stop and made our way to Ang Mo Kio.





12pm



I bought Jasper lunch at a restaurant. As we tucked into our roast duck, I realised I had about 7 miss calls on my phone.

4 were from my office extension, the other 3 were from Joan.





She must be wondering where I was, and she would probably not be in the best of mood when she realised I took annual leave without telling her about it.

I wanted to call her back but did not want to do it with Jasper around just in case she subjects me to a series of embarrassing replies and questions.





12.20pm



Jasper had just tucked into his 2nd bowl of rice when his phone and he answered after giving the phone a questionable look.


Jasper : Who is this?


Jasper : Hello ?




That was followed by a 3 second of silence before he looked at me and smiled.




Jasper : Oh… Oh.. hold on.


I asked him who it was and he mouthed that it was Joan.







Jasper passed me the phone and told me good luck.


James : Hi dear..

Joan : What are you up to ?





I explained to her that I had some errands to run and I wanted to buy my brother lunch.


James : It’s been a while since we got together.


Joan : Right ~~~~ ….. you see each other everyday….~~





I spent 10 minutes on the phone with her and even though it was obvious she’s not very convinced with my reasons, she did not pressed me any further.







1 pm


Joan mentioned something that really struck a chord with me.

I see my brother almost everyday but come to think of it, we hardly talked.




I could not believe how much we chatted and caught up with each other over that lunch session.




Memories of our childhood came flooding back as I recalled the times we were jumping around the living room, leaping off the sofas.


Images of my parents preparing reunion dinner in the kitchen while we screamed and shouted, waving the miniature lion dance heads around during new years eve.





I could not believe how fast time flew by, before long, the shouting and games stopped. It was replaced by words and greetings so cold , that you would not believe barely a few years ago, we were still sharing the same toys from the toy box.






I woke up one day to realise that it was my brother’s turn to head to Tekong, and I remembered how proud I was of him when the family sent him off to the island.

The look of worry on my mum’s face, the expressionless look on my dad’s and just a nostalgic sense of the good old days as I breathe in the salty air.




Before I even realised it, I had already joined the workforce and Jasper had gone back to school.





The countless times we pass each other by in the living room with a simple nod of the head, a monosyllabic greeting, and that acknowledge nod at the dining table. It was a stark contrast from the noisy setting when we fought over every single thing when we were young.




I sipped my tea as I watched Jasper describe some of his course mates, the sudden realisation that I had known this very man for about a quarter of a century and yet we had drifted apart by so much within the past few years.








1.15pm



As I called for the bill, I reminded myself to make it a point to spend some time with Jasper every once in a while.


Jasper : Need to split the bill bo ?


I waved him off, adding that it’s ok.


James : What are brothers for ..








Jasper grabbed bubble tea for both of us and we took a stroll through the neighbourhood shops of Ang Mo Kio.

It’s been a while since I visited and being a old school heartlander, I preferred these old shops along the old town more than any glitzy malls.




I was happily sipping my tea, chewing on my pearl when Jasper grabbed my hand.

He yanked me to the side, out into the open plaza.




James : Simi… simi tai ji ?






Jasper was quiet, his gaze focused on something a distance away.


James : what ? what’s wrong.






My brother kept his gaze steady and I followed his pace. He stopped abruptly and turned towards me.





Jasper : Behind my right ear, your 11 o clock.



I turned to look, my eyes searching the distance for whatever Jasper has caught sight of.





I felt my heart skipped a beat when I realised who I was looking at.


It was Yanting.




I saw her outside this shop, trying to eat some fruits. The tight dress she was wearing with all the glittering accessories and the high heels made her stand out in the neighbourhood.




A couple of old man turned to stare at her heavily made up face as she bent forward awkwardly to bite on a piece of fruit that she was trying to hold with a plastic bag.



She was wearing a pretty low cut dress, and the very sight itself was a put off for me.


The way she stood to balance herself on those high heels and the manner in which she was dripping fruits all over the pavement.




Even the bangala worker that was pushing some bins along stared at her.






I nudged Jasper closer for a look and we tried to look casual.


I could see a couple of aunties throwing her a dirty look, no doubt convinced that she had cheated some poor old man of his CPF.


If only they knew she had her eyes on something bigger.

Yeah. Like A Black Ox.





I told Jasper to walk in front while I hung back a good 5 meters away and we just strolled casually down the alley of shops that sold everything from mattress to gold jewelleries.


As Jasper got closer, I saw him casually looked around before moving on.



I was nervous.


I was worried about two things.






One, Yanting had been to the office before, and although we did not have any direct interaction, I was not sure if she would recognise me.

I was wearing pretty casual, my hair was not gelled, she did not pay much attention to me that day in the office anyway, there might be a chance I could slip pass.



Two, If Thomas was there, he sould wurely recognise me.





I got closer to her and my eyes did a quick scan.


The immediate shop to my right was one that was split into 2.

Half was a small beauty shop, facial, eye brow removal and stuff while the one on the left is a mobile shop.




I slowed my pace as I pretended to read some of the hand written ads along the street.


YanTing was done with her fruits and she had stepped into the mobile shop, apparently chatting with one of the staff as he passed her some napkins to clean her hands.



I pretened to be interested in a facial promotion that was brightly coloured on the standing board outside the shop and I strained my ears to try and pick up snippets of conversations.






Anything at all will be helpful.




Anything.



I could not hear anything with the loud music from the shop and I took one step closer, pretending to pick up a brochure from the booth.






Then before I could react and unfold the brochure, I heard the rapid click of heels towards my direction.


I panicked and I quickly tried to slot the brochure back but it was too late.





A figure appeared in front of me and I was hit with that strong smell of perfume as I looked up and stared straight into Yanting’s face.





I was dumbstruck and before I could react, Yanting spoke first.








Yanting : 先生,洗脸吗? ( Would you like a facial Sir ? )


James : ERmm… erm… it’s ok… I’m fine.








I was about to turn and leave when Yanting grabbed my hand.


Yanting : Wait… wait…


Her eyes widened and I could see the layer of fake eye lashes as she stared at my face.






I was about to push her hands away and walked off when she spoke.
For that instance I thought she recognised me from Joan’s office.


Yanting : You… the..





Yanting : You eyebag….very bad… face oily….oily.. need treatment..








She went on to try and sell me a promotional trial facial at $28 .




My heart was racing as she tried to explain to me in broken English that I needed to take care of my face and so on.



I could see Jasper from the corner of my eye standing a distance away, no doubt looking for another bin to push towards my way the moment I signalled for help.



Yanting : Try… it’s very good… I swear… good.. you’ll sure come back.





I decided to take the risk of getting disfigured and agreed to the trial.




I stepped into the shop and was hit by this overwhelming scent of lemongrass.
I immediately dropped Jasper a message to tell him to head back on his own, I’ll update him again.



I set down my bag as Yanting served me a glass of tea.


Yanting : You wait a while…. Get ready room.








The interior is dark, the warm orange glow of the light cast this dreamlike shadow on the lounge where I was sitting. It’s a small space, but it’s cozy enough.


There was another lady at the reception, no doubt a PRC as well from the way she dressed.




5 minutes later, I was ushered into a room and told to lie down.



I was about to when I saw Yanting close the room door.



James : ERmm.. you’re doing the facial ?



Yanting : Yes… of course… I very experienced….. do this many years.




I wanted to shout chee bye at her, really.

She’s been working as a chef cooking in the kitchen for so many years and she got the cheek to tell me she’s an experienced therapist.



James : Oh.. ok…





In my heart, I was already dreading the facial.

I kept telling myself I was fucked.



I’m going to get disfigured.

I’m going to get pus bursting out of my pores by night fall.







After I laid down, Yanting put a blanket over me and went about preparing for my facial.


I could only follow the click of her heels as she paced around the small cramp room for a couple of minutes.




I was already thinking of how to tell Joan about the sacrifice I was about to make when I felt the cold touch of Yanting’s fingers on my face.


She used some cotton to clean my face before applying some facial wash.

Seriously, it smells like the Johnson facial wash I used at home with a little added herb smell.





Yanting : Ok… I doing the cleansing now…



After the first wash, I had some machine spray mist on my face for a good 10 minutes as Yanting gave me a head massage.

I felt like a plant being watered on my face and my head hurts.





Her nails were quite long and some of her presses hurt.



I heard the opening of a fridge, probably the one from the corner of the room and I felt the soft fabric of a cloth mesh being applied on my face.




Yanting cut a breathing hole before she applied this mint smelling stuff on my face.



Yanting : This… cold mask… very good.





James : Orh…






The moment the mask came on, Yanting started her sales pitch.


Needless to say, she wanted to me to sign up some package for the facial.




She tried to sell me 20 sessions for 2.4 k, I refused, adding that it’s too expensive.







She tried again with 15 sessions, before eventually coming down to 10 sessions.



When she failed to sell me any, she pretended to be disappointed.


Yanting : If I not sales…. Boss will scold…. Help me please…





She pretended to plea in a pitiful voice, whining about how high the cost of living is in Singapore.


I could not believe the words that are coming out of this woman’s mouth.








Then without warning, the door opened and even with my eyes closed, I felt the sudden increase in brightness.



The voice that rang out caused my balls to shrink in the cold room.








I recognised it anywhere.



It was Thomas.






Thomas : 宝贝啊。。。Oh .. Sorry….


Yanting : 干嘛啦。。。人家工作。。。差不多呀卖个20的配套了,。。。你干嘛来打扰啊。。。现在谈不成了啦。。。讨 厌。。 ( What do you want ? I almost closed a big sale, why did you have to disturb? You’re causing me to lose the sale.)





Thomas apologised a couple to times to me for intruding on the facial and he excused himself and closed the door.


Yanting apologised too and asked to be excused.



I could feel my heart slamming against my ribcage as I prayed that Thomas would not recognise me. If my face had not been covered by that mass of muddy mask, it would have been game over.

I could not think of a reason to explain myself out of this one.



I immediately racked my brains on how to get out of this situation when voices of their conversations reached me in the room.



I did not expect her to speak to Thomas right outside the door, the soundproofing it pretty bad. I could hear almost everything.



She blamed him for disturbing her and that I’m angry and I refused to buy the package.





She whined in a pitiful voice and demanded that Thomas pay her the commission that she was supposed to get. Thomas laughed in a typical manly voice that only serves to tell any bystanders that he was already her carrot.








Thomas : 你只是在这打发时间。。干嘛怎么样认真。。(You’re only here to pass time, why take things so seriously )


Yanting : 去你的。。什么话。。。有钱不赚吗? ( what nonsense, who would give up the chance to make money )






Yanting returned shortly after and apologised to me.



She tried to sell me stuff again and I took the opportunity to sound her out.





James : Oh… is that your boss ? He came to scold you ?


Yanting : Oh.. no.. no.. friend… he my friend…


James : Oh ok… I thought he’s the boss, come in to check on you.



Yanting : Oh … no hahha… boss no come here…. Only me and xiaofang.





Yanting went on about other products and even haircare formulas that she claimed shaolin monks used when they ORD from the temple.


When she has exhausted her means, I asked her how much she makes a month.


Yanting : Oh… very little…. Basic only $700… need commission.



She went on another rant about me not supporting her and even dropped the price of the packages she proposed earlier.






James : But…. 700 is low…. you wear branded clothes and earrings.


She was caught off guard but she bounced back pretty fast.





Yanting : Oh… no… haha…this from….commissions.. haha..




She helped me removed the mask and I heard her head out of the room.


The next time she came back to attend to me, I heard her call out at the door.



Yanting : 小芳,门关上啊。。。 跟Thomas 说我出去会。。。






Immediately my senses were high on alert. Bloody bitch must be using some hardsell lock door tactic on me.

I could probably guess she would say she locked me in till I buy a package from her.



I was already preparing a list of reasons why I do not wish to purchase the package and I was even thinking about calling Jasper for backup when Yanting got back and began cleansing my face for the last time.








Yanting : You… Singaporean ? … no speak Chinese ?


James : Oh… I was overseas for quite a while… I can’t really speak or understand Chinese… I know how to order chicken rice…. 鸡饭一包 ( a packet of chicken rice )





I spoke in a obscene way in terms of pronunciation for that few words and Yanting laughed.




Yanting : Hahaa.. very good… good…





I felt the cotton balls rolled up my face and Yanting pat dry the rest of my cheeks and forehead.


Right before I sat up, she spoke something that made my heart stopped.







It threw me off balance.


It got me disorientated for a while before I regained my footing.



My mouth must have gasped opened for a second or 2.



Yanting : You….. want special ? …



Bloody… bitch..... like that also can ah...



...............


I was struggling to come up with a reply and I could already feel Yanting’s hands touching me on my shoulders and roaming down my chest.

I tried to evaluate the situation and come up with an appropriate response.

I myself was surprised with the amount of information I could process within that short period of time. 




From doing a brief summary of her looks, to her figure, to her dressing. 







She was definitely shapelier that Joan and she looks presentable. One you would definitely ask for if you see her at the KTV door popping her head in. 

She had that oriental look with a finishing touch of slut attitude. The perfect character for a concubine if I was an emperor but she would never be queen. 


The tight dress showed off her figure perfectly, tracing every curves her body has to offer.


Yanting’s skin is really fair, her fingers felt smooth too, like the touch of firm baby skin. She has a sweet vixen smile, one I have no doubts would coax a lot of men to part willingly with their hard earned money. 




She knew how to play her cards well, the gentle touches, the whiny voice, the way a little girl pretends to act all shy and helpless to get whatever she wants. 




Yanting started saying in broken English that she don’t do this for everyone, only those that she liked. 


Yanting : You handsome boy…. If not no special… hur hur hur… 

James : Ermm.. haha… ok… 



I decided to play along and ask what kind of services are available. 

She took a moment to consider my question before asking if I’m from any law enforcement agency. 



Yanting : You…. No police ? … sure ? haha… I don’t want to go jail. Haha.. 


James : Of course not. I’m just an average customer. Haha… 




She took a while to response before adding that she only provides handjob. 




My eyes widened in disbelief and she laughed, slapping me playfully on my shoulder. 


Yanting : I don’t know you…. I only see you today…. So only handjob.. 




James : So if I come often, got other specials ? haha


Yanting : Of course, you come everyday, I give you special. Haha. 



I laughed and told her I can recommend a lot of customers for her, that way, she can earn more commissions. 

She seemed a bit reserved but I added that they are big clients, all bosses, they tip very well and her eyes seemed to lit up a little. 



Yanting : So,,…. Special for you ? yes ? 



I nodded and sat up on the bed. 



She was about to unzip my pants when I stopped her and asked if I could have a special request. 

I told her I want to touch her, all over, anywhere I wanted, and she no need to handjob for me. I will do it myself. 



She considered my request and agreed. 


Yanting : No shoot mouth and face. 





James : Haha.. then where can I shoot. 

She took a box of tissues and waved it at me but I told her I don’t want tissues. I want to shoot onto her breast. 



Yanting : No… cannot.. haha.. very hard to clean… 



After a little haggling and the promise of a big tip, she allowed me to shoot onto her feet. 






I asked her to turn and face the wall, partly because I could not stand the look of her even though she’s quite pretty. 

I’m not being picky or anything, but it’s just me. It’s a personal preference. 


She slut up the moment she faced the wall, no doubt thinking that she landed herself a good deal, don’t even need to do a hand job, just let someone touch. What’s so hard about that ? 


Yanting placed both palms against the wall, perking her butt towards me, she slid one of her legs back a little, getting into this sluttly a la ready to be doggied kind of position. 


She chirped in a little squeaky voice, asking me if that’s ok. 




Yanting : Can ? Ok ? 


James : Yes. … yes… 










I grabbed and pressed her firm butt, my palm feeling the soft velvety texture of her tight dress. I drew circles with my palms, feeling the softness within the firmness of her womanly curves. 

I let my palm slide and wander all over her body, feeling every curve, and Yanting would give out soft moans of approval as I roamed my hands. 


It made me feel as if my touch was like that of a seasoned therapist, giving her obscene amount of pleasure. 




I roamed and cupped my left hand around her bouncy breast, squeezing them a little too hard and she squealed. 


Yanting : Arh… pain…. Soft… soft more… pain. 




I felt this incredible sense of sick pleasure when I know I’m inflicting pain on her. She was trying to wriggle her way out of my grasp but I moved forward, trapping her against the wall with my body as I fondled her body. 


A body that no doubt had been abused and used in everyway possible by Thomas. But it didn’t bothered me. 




I had an erection alright, any man would when presented with such a willing body. Together with her fake moans of pleasure, it was enough for me to start stroking myself. 



I reached into her dress, feeling the soft lace of her bra before I came into contact with her nipple. 




A nipple which probably had been licked, sucked and abused by many. I shudder at the thought and proceeded to fondle her breast as I wank away behind Yanting. 




It was probably the heavy breathing of mine on her neck that told her I was coming. 



Yanting’s breathing got heavier and faster in an attempt to match my tempo. 







Yanting : Arghh.. urgh.. urgh…. 来呀。。。。来呀。。。快。。快。。。来吧。 



It was something I have yet to experience. That cheap slut voice with the Chinese accent urging me to come. 




James : Argh.. I’m coming… I’m coming… 


Yanting turned around and I saw her slipped off her heels. 



She rested herself against a shelf and lifted her right feet up to my dick and she continued her fake slut moan. 



It was too much for me to bear and I quickly came, squirting streams of warm cum onto her manicured feet. 




Yanting : Ughh… yes… ueghh….. yes….. yes…. 






I saw my cum dribble onto the floor and most of it coated her toe cleavage and a good chunk landed near her ankle. 



I caught a breather as I watch Yanting clean up with wet tissue and slipped her heels back on. 




James : You… don’t need to go wash ?


Yanting : No no… it’s ok… 





I paid her for the special, $80 and I gave her a big tip. $50. 
She smiled brightly and asked me to visit her soon. 


I told her can I recommend some friends of mine to her and she said of course. 


Yanting : My name is Yvonne….



I smiled and nodded. 


James : My name is Robert. I’ll tell my friends to say my name when I recommend them ok . 





Yanting accompanied me to the cashier and I paid Xiaofang for the facial. She was about to unlock the main door when I asked if I could leave by the back. 


Yanting gave me a sly smile and said ok. 


Yanting : You must be always go special…. Like back door. 




James : Haha. You have no idea… 








I thanked her for the service and I took a peek around the back to check that the coast is clear before I left.





It was already close to 4.30pm by the time I reach home and everyone was out. 



I took a shower and scrubbed myself clean, especially my face. 




As I piled on the facial wash for the 4th time, one question crossed my mind. 



Did she wash her hands before she washed my face ? 


I shivered at the thought and scrubbed myself thoroughly before I collapsed onto my bed. 







I must have totally knocked out because by the time I woke up, it was already dark. 

I could hear quite a bit of voices in the living room, my parents, Jasper and definitely Joan, 




I got up, stretched and open the door cautiously. 



I saw the clock and it was already 7.35pm 





My mum had bought back dinner instead of cooking and Joan was in the midst of folding up her long sleeves to help set up the table. 


I don’t know if it was my sleepy just woke up eyes but Joan oh Joan. She looked so beautiful that evening.



Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, the bunch of silky hair bounced as she got about helping to set up the table.



The simple white blouse was a little translucent, and I could see the imprint of her camisole she was wearing on the inside. Her black skirt was tight, really tight that it rode up whenever she bent.


Joan had to pull them down and adjust herself whenever she stretched.



I was enjoying the sight when she looked up and our sights met.







Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she shot me a dagger like look. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and went to wash my face before joining everyone at the table.


Dinner was concluded and Joan cut some of the apples she bought on the way over.



I went over and offered to help but was met with a hostile response.









James : Come I help….



Joan just turned towards me with the knife in her hands without a word.


Joan : You…better have a good explanation for me later…….



I saw the force in which Joan separated 2 pieces of apples and I retreated out of the kitchen.




I could not tell if the apple was really that crunchy that evening or Joan was biting them really hard. All I knew was that dagger like suspicious look never left me.







9.20pm


Joan went into my room first and Jasper quickly came over to my side.


Jasper : Ok ok… quick one.



He tried to recall what Joan had asked him and he summarised his replies he gave


Jasper : but hor, paiseh ah. … I cannot explain why we were not together the entire day. I bump into her at the train station on my way back. I told her you had other plans after lunch.








9.25pm



I took a breath and opened my room door.


Joan was sitting on my chair, her legs crossed as she fiddled with her phone.



James : Hi dear…




She laughed.


Joan : don’t come and ‘hi dear’ me…




James : Actually hor… this morning…



She ignored me and gestured for me to pass her my phone.


James : Why ?








She took my phone and got onto my bed, lying on her tummy.


She gave me this cheeky look and asked for my password.



Joan : Password ? …. Got anything to hide or not ? Any calls on your call list forget to delete ? har ? har ?


I shrugged my shoulders and told her don’t have.



Joan : Must be up to no good…


She asked for my password again and I told her it’s the last 4 digit of her handphone number.





There was a look of surprise on her face but I could see she was trying to stifle a smile as she keyed it in.



I got into bed beside her the same moment she unlocked the screen and out pops a picture of her smiling as she sipped her coffee as my wallpaper.


Nothing could have hidden that smile of hers as she bit on her lip and scrolled to my contact list.




She gave me another look as if asking me for permission to open it and I told her to go ahead.




James : I have nothing to hide one leh…



She laughed and instead went to dial her own number.





The moment she hit dialled, the words ‘ dearie Joan’ came up on screen and I was duely rewarded with a kiss on my cheek.


Joan : Wah…. Do until like that ah… sure do something wrong liao la… haha.






I laughed and went to look at Joan’s phone only to see my name displayed as ; James , cubicle colleague.



James : Wah lau…


She chuckled and replied in an amused manner as she rolled onto her back.



Joan : Aiyah… we girls don’t go for this one la…





It was such a playful remark that even she giggled at her own reply.




Joan started taking selfies of herself with my phone, as if she was determined to flood my entire sd card with her pictures.





I sat onto my chair and looked at her, feeling a sense of guilt for what I did that afternoon.


Looking at Joan’s dressing, I was reminded of the uniform the thai university students wore.


The tight black skirt and the figure hugging white top.





Joan saw me looking at her in that manner and she quickly got up and adjusted her skirt and top, pulling them properly.


Joan : No!....



I laughed and told her I haven said a thing but she rolled her eyes at me.


Joan : Some things…. You don’t need to say….






She returned my phone to me and went to the door, saying that she needed a drink of water.


I followed her out to the kitchen and right when she poured herself a glass of water, she asked.




Joan : Where did you go after lunch with Jasper.

James : I went for a foot massage followed by the library.




She nodded and teased me.

Joan : Stress or not…. I asking so many questions…. Haha.


I smiled and replied as I went forward for a hug, putting my hands around her waist.






James : You’re asking because you care…


Joan : Wah liew…. How many little girls you cheat liao James ? ~~ haha.



James : Where got cheat other girls, you see my phone liao… nothing inside one..

I could not believe how good I was at this and I could feel my ego getting a good boost as I flashed Joan a seductive smile.



Joan smiled and the next thing she said wiped the smile off my face.



Joan : Ok… good… what about the spare phone in your drawer ?






My reaction of shock must have been obvious as Joan smirk and folded her arms, waiting for me reply.



Right then, the bathroom door in the kitchen opened and Jasper came out.







Jasper : Kor, I need the spare phone for my in camp next month. Lent me ah.



Jasper dried his hair as he checked himself on the small mirror on the kitchen above the sink.


Jasper : Joan jie… the spare phone is shared by the both of us…. For in camp training…



He took a comb, brushed back his hair, poured himself a glass of water and walked suavely out the kitchen, but not before he gave me a wink.




Joan changed the manner in which she folded her hands, overlapping her left over right and gave me a look from the corner of her eye.
Joan : Fine ~~…



I followed Joan back to my room and saw her checked the time before crawling onto my bed again, this time round huddling to the extreme corner.





James : Dear ah… what’s wrong with you ?....

She just shrugged her shoulders and said that after the incident with Thomas, she finds it hard for her to trust another guy completely.







I did not know what to reply to that and I just nodded.


I saw her suddenly pull back her knees to check on her nails, mumbling something about needing to get her nails done.



I went over to join Joan on the bed and she cuddled up with me as I put my arms around her.







She tilted her head backwards, looking at me from a weird angle and asked.


Joan : Promise me something James..


James : Yah ?



Joan : Promise you wont cheat , lie or steal…


I gave her a silly look and asked.



James : You have a lot for me to steal from you ah ?



That remark earned me a light slap on my face from Joan, one she did not even bother to look at me, simply just waving her hand in the rough direction my face was at.








I was quiet for a while before I eased myself out from the bed.




Joan just stared at me while I spoke in a calm measured manner.



James : I cannot promise you that Joan….







She was about to throw a pillow at me when I continued.


James : I will cheat….. I will cheat death for as long as I could, so I can spend every waking moment by your side.






I paused for that to sink in as a smile slowly broke out from Joan


James : I will lie….. I will lie beside you on your darkest nights, and be your beacon of light.



Joan had already gotten on her knees and her hands had reached out for me.



James : I will steal…. I will steal away all your sorrows, and fill your days with nothing but laughter…….








And as I went forward to embrace Joan for a hug, I added the last part of my sentence.



James : And orgasms…







She laughed and tried to push me away but I held her back and started unbuttoning her top.



Joan : Oei… don’t la… late already…


James : But…. You look like a thai university school girl…. Simply irresistible ….






I tried to kiss Joan but she laughed and pushed me away.


She managed to get out of my bed and started to adjust the clothes properly, brushing her hair while I whined and begged on the bed.



Joan just laughed and asked me to walk her to the door.



I said my goodnights and asked her to drop me a message when she gets back.







As I close my room door, I felt that immense sense of guilt again as I composed my feelings.

I had no choice.


Some decisions I have to make, some things I had to do.













I went to my phone chat app and called up the group that was usually only active during my in camp training days.

James to wasapp group : Yoz…. How are you guys…. Long time never go Cheong…

P1 : Haha… I thought you retired…. Got lobang bo ?

P2 : Lai… lai… anytime…

P3 : Need to wait for baby to sleep then can Cheong

P4 : Bo lobang how to Cheong….




I waited 5 minutes and I could not help but laugh at the array of replies from my in camp mates.


James wasapp : I got this new lobang…. Interested bo ?



I was peppered with request for contacts and locations within seconds and I texted the details out to the group.



P3 : Got FR bo ?

P2 : KNN… James recommend one leh…. Confirm ho liao one…. Tio bo sergent James ?


James wasapp : … Tio….. tio….





P5 : Tio…… then go Singapore pool collect money…



James wasapp : Say you recommended by Robert….. look for Yvonne.



..................



13th March 2013

Wednesday




Work has started to pile in the past week or so and I left work together with Joan at 8pm almost everyday.

I received my letter from Mr Chan that I had been promoted and that the company appreciates my contribution and so on and so forth.



The $250 increment is not a lot but at least it’s something.



I’ve got 2 additional days of annual added to my original 12, still a far cry from my peers who are in the civil services and private sectors but I got no complaints.


It’s the little things in life that keeps me contented.





I popped in to check on the wasapp group occasionally and was not surprised to see several FRs already being posted.





The reviews were pretty positive from my mates, although there is something that is consistent throughout their reviews.

No one received anything more than a handjob on their first visit.



2 of them went back the 2nd time and got a blowjob.




1 of them will be returning again soon since he was promised something more if he returns the 3rd time.



15th March 2013


Friday

8pm





I was in the midst of having dinner with Joan when a comprehensive FR for Yanting came through.

I barely finished the 1st FR when the 2nd one came through as well.


In fact I was a little surprised that it came from a really low profile friend that seldom post FRs.


The 2 descriptions of Yanting, aka Yvonne could not be more different.


One came from a ah beng helping his dad with his fruit business and another from the only son of a developer poised to take over the reins.



…………..




FR for Yvonne. (By Ah beng )


Looks : She got the slutty ah tiong look, I like. I confirm will hang flower

Breast : Soft. Doink, doink kind. You squeeze will get the shoik feeling

Figure : Got a scar at the lower hip, but overall looks tok kong. Hourglass. The backside firm firm one. Piak liao for echo.



Blowjob : wet, wet, slurpy slurpy. The suction like my house the powerful phillips vaccume cleaner.



Main course :

I save up 2 day worth of ammo. Enter the firing range straight away strip liao. See her bouncy neh neh, I buay tahan liao.

Immediate squeeze and adjust while she lie down on her back.

I squeeze and adjust machiam like adjust sandbag for life firing. Si be shoik.



Then mai tu liao, I take up firing position, prone down and enter her after I put on my favourite okamoto .02 .



Yvonne very wet and tight, but what I like most is her superb Bose sound system.

Knn, so loud, moan until I myself think my M16 is a GPMG. I very sure my dick is small one, confirm is M16 on semi mode, but the way she scream and shout, wah lan eh.





I think is squeeze GPMG don’t let go kind. The 1000 round ammo box 1 shot squeeze finish.


Really make me feel like I’m some iron man.



When I coming that time, even more power, she like a bit pretend don’t want, beg me that kind of CFM look.

CCB !.


See that Ah tiong slut face, together with her moans and my piak piak sound.


I KNN almost give her my CPF singpass. Ask her take everything.



Then I zhuar out into the condom…. She CB, moan until I feel I is some Champion F1 driver shoot champagne. Si bei song.


Paiseh, I seldom write so loso, but is really buay pai.
I whole day carry fruits around, first time I feel like standing on F1 stage.



Summary

James , Si bei good lobang la… next time have must share more ok ?
I private msg you my lobang also, I not so noble like you share good stuff. Haha. If not the fuckers in this group sure Potong Jalan one.

PS : Next in camp road march I carry fieldpack for you.



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I had to stifle my laugh and excuse myself to the toilet in case Joan asked me what was so funny about a message on my phone.





Below’s the 2nd FR from another brother, Macus.






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FR on Yvonne ( By Marcus )



James , how did you manage to find out about this joint ? Haha. It’s quite near my office, I shifted to Sin Ming area by the way. Drop my for coffee sometimes.


Here’s my honest opinions for your reference.



I did not expect to find such a place nestled in the heartlands. It looked like any other shops in the neighbourhood, the last thing I expect was to have a orgasm in such an unassuming shop.

It was my 4th visit within a week and I’ve build up quite a rapport with Yvonne. Yah la, I know you all will say I’m crazy but I have my lunch in the area almost 5 times a week. It’s really hard to resist popping in for a quick one. Haha.


What I liked about Yvonne was how personal her services are, she mentioned that so far, most of her customers are recommended by Robert, aka James. Haha. It seems like she just started out in this but still, I took it with a pinch of salt.






Yvonne was in a white dress with black stockings when I visited her. She immediately scolded me and asked why I did not tell her in advance I was visiting. She would have wore something nicer.


The way she flirted and whine at me in the shop is classic, really like a little girl whining for a new toy. Even her friend at the reception counter said she only behaves that way towards me.




Communications are no issues, I’m glad I took higher Chinese back in school, it’s fucking erotic to recite Tan poems when you fuck. No kidding guys. Haha.


After my massage , she let me doggy her on the massage bed. I’m not sure if she really meant it but she kept saying I was so big and long. Haha.

I slid my hands underneath her shirt and my cold hands touched her warm breast, even the pointy nipples seemed to shiver when my palms caressed them as I enter her from behind.

Anyway, her vagina’s quite tight and I like the way she reached back to hold my hand when I doggy her. You all know I’m a sucker for GFE and I have to say, Yvonne is just my cup of tea.




And fuck you James… for making me spend so much money in a week. Haha.



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I cleared the message history after telling them we should all catch up soon.



Needless to say, after reading the FRs, I had to initiate something with Joan that evening.








16th March 2013

Saturday



Joan confirmed with me that the official handover of the documents and papers will be done on the 31st of march 2013, it’s a Sunday. They will all be meeting at the lawyers office for the paperwork to be done.



For accounting sake, that was the last day of the financial year for the catering business. Joan did not go into details and I could see she was quite unwilling to talk too much about it




After breakfast with Joan, i sent her back home and told her I’m meeting up with a couple of friends for coffee.








2.30pm


I took a bus to a community club near yio chu kang and I called a old friend of mine who was pretty active in grassroot activities.


From his facebook postings, I would see he was always volunteering his time at the center and there are numerous pictures of him and the residents being update every week.



His check in frequency for Saturday afternoons is almost always at the club.



You might have guessed what I wanted to do by now, yes it’s about Yanting and the shop where she is operating at.


Now the easiest thing would be to call the police, whistle blow about the location and everything would be over, why go through all the hassle.





I’ll tell you why.


Some things it’s best not to get involved personally.


There are other ways to get things done, you just need to be a little patient.






If I were to go to the cops, there would be questions, I need to have my statement taken, there would be records.

In case you are contemplating making an anonymous call, forget it.


This is Singapore.



Even from a public payphone, it doesn’t take too long for the authorities to figure out who you are.

We are an island surround by cameras, from the time you tap into a bus till you top up your easylink card, big brother is watching.




I managed to reach Spencer who was in the midst of loading some leaflets for distribution throughout the estate.


He saw me as he reached for his phone by the back of the car.



Spencer : Eh brother…. Ho seh bo ? When want to come and join me….. always jio you you not free….

James : Aiyah…. Not my cup of tea la… haha… how are you ?




We chatted a little and I told him I was visiting my aunt across the road and I thought I’ll just swing by and see if I can catch him since he’s usually there on weekends.



We spent 5 minutes chatting by the car before I suggest grabbing a quick coffee at a coffee shop 1 street away.








2.50pm



After the mundane topic of how each of us is doing has been concluded, I casually brought up the conversation about the neighbourhood.


James : Eh… recently you got to AMK central walk around bo ?


Spencer : Quite often… why leh ?



James : I tell you this funny incident….really stupid incident.





I told Spencer that I was looking for a spare battery and to get the screen protector on my phone the other day.


James : so I was waiting for the guy to stick on my phone then I browse around a bit.




I went on to add that half of the shop unit was being shared with this facial/massage palour.


James : I was just standing at the entrance looking at some covers when the door to the parlour open. Wah, this chio girl popped out followed by this fucker.




I gestured in a exaggerated manner.


James : I was sort of blocking his way, I stepped aside but I took a look at the girl and him.




I hit the table in a mock angry manner.



James : You know what he did bo ?



James : He actually said this to me ; “ Siao eh… xiong simi, bo kua kuay yandao sibo knn…. “




Spencer : Wah… haha.. really ah.

James : No Joke, I donno whether to laugh or to be angry.




Spencer tapped my on my shoulder and added.


Spencer : Wah , our brave James also got this day ah, I still remember how to wack the gangster head in our school back then.


Spencer : Nobody dare to stand up to him, you gag a wack him across the face in the canteen . ahah.





I laughed and waved Spencer off.



James : You see the problem with all this old stories, nobody remembers the ending, all only remember I wack him.


James : In the end I kena wack jialat jialat until go sick bay, bo lang remember meh ? haha





Spencer : Aiyah…. Different. It’s not the end result that matters, it’s the fact that you dare to wack him. Haha.




We laughed and brushed it aside as I update spencer more about the encounter.





James : I naturally dulan so I shot back. “ Wuu.. Yandao wa kua kuay…kuai lan eh lang ma si kua jing zoei.






I told Spencer that after that remark, things got a little heated but that was when the interesting part happened.



The mobile shop owner came out and apologised to me.

James : Then the massage parlour lady also apologised to me.

James : After she pulled the guy away, I saw the door open again, wah!. Got a guy pulling up his pants and quickly putting on his top and another pretty girl peeped out to see what was going on.





Spencer : Wah… happy ending shop ah ?


James : Must be la…. That guy come out guilty looking…. Knn… call chicken also want to hide here hide there. Nowadays the people…









Spencer listened intently before asking me where is the shop


James : Wah lan eh….. don’t tell me you want to visit ah….. I think not your cup of tea.


Spencer : Bo la…. I inform my friend ask him to take a look.





I gave Spencer a vague description of the shop and it’s location and I could see him typing intently the information into his phone.


I could not help but stifle a smile when Spencer said he would tell him counterparts to keep an eye on the shop, after all, AMK is probably the last place on the island you want to have something shady going on.






After a 2nd cup of coffee, I said my goodbye and promised to catch up soon enough.








20th March 2013

Wednesday







I arranged for my meeting to lapse into my lunch time so I could make a trip down to AMK. I went to the florist at the market and bought a bouquet of flowers before I looked around for a suitable target.

The evening before, I used 5 pieces of 10 dollar bills to fold them into heart shapes and wedge them into a small box with ribbons. I tied the box to the side of the bouquet so there’s no way Yanting would miss them.




I saw 2 kids playing card games and they were deliberating whether to spend their pocket money on a booster pack. I approached them with a smile and ask if they could deliver the bouquet of flowers to my friend at the beauty shop across the street.


In return, I’ll pay them $10


James : It’s a surprise. Don’t answer her question, just give her with a smile and go off.





They accepted the deal right away.


I planted myself at the coffee shop across Yanting’s shop and watched the 2 boys knocked on the glass door.


It took a while for the door to open and I could see it was XiaoFang who opened it.



She accepted the flowers and checked the card on it with a puzzled look on her face before closing the door again.








I waited about 5 minutes before I used the spare phone I got to drop Yanting a message.


I did not identify myself since technically I was not supposed to know her number.






James sms : 宝贝。。。喜好吗? 好想你摸我啊。( do you like it ? Miss your touch )





I did not get a reply for a good 15 minutes. It was then I saw the door open and Yanting had just sent another customer out.



A couple minutes later I got a reply.



Yanting sms : 死鬼。。。哪位啊? (Who are you ? )


James sms : 你的忠实顾客。。。(your loyal customer )

James sms : 好像把脸贴在你胸喔。。。 ( I want to plaster my face on your chest )






Yanting : 去你的。。。这个死变态。。几时过来啊?是要预约吗? ( You sicko, when are you coming over? Are you making an appointment ? )




I sniggered as I watched Yanting came out of the shop and chatted with the mobile shop employees.



I exchanged a couple more messages with her, adding that I’ll be travelling but look forward to my gifts the next few days.










For the next few days, I would randomly send flowers, gifts and dropped Yanting 2 messages everyday. I made sure i paid in cash and my messages were always explicit.


Anyone who reads them would have no doubts the kind of activities she was up to.





I don’t know if she bothers to delete them but I don’t care. I would send a couple with wechat, before switching to wasapp.

Then I’ll use Line app, before going to traditional sms.


Sometimes I would get a reply, sometimes nothing at all.


It’s ok with me, I’m not in a hurry.











27th March 2013

Wednesday




The work day started late as it’s our office annual healthy lifestyle day.
Actually it was known by all that it was Mr Chan’s birthday, he always made it a point to book a few lanes for bowling at a Safra club every year.


By the time we got changed and reached office, most of us were in the post lunch time sleepy state.


Productivity was almost non-existent, perhaps it was because Mr Chan did not even come in until late in the evening around 5.30pm






7.50pm



Joan and I stayed back late that day as we were preparing for a major presentation the next morning. We had to make some last minute changes to the materials because Mr Chan had a change of mind.


Mr Chan too was at our cubicle, going through the materials on our screen.


He only gave the green light when it’s about 8.30pm






Mr Chan checked his watch and I could see he was a little embarrassed he made us stay back so late but I told him it’s ok.

We’ll finish up the materials before we go.





Joan and I will meet him in the office at 7.30am to load the materials into his car.


Mr Chan : Ok… shouldn’t take very long right…. Rest early.







I wanted to tell Mr Chan that at 75 double pages per copy, 80 copies will still take the printer a while to get it out.


Not to mention the binding process and putting them into boxes.



The print room was just a small space right at the back of the office, barely wide enough for 2 person to pass through with all the stuff inside.

Since the office was already empty, I turned off all the lights except the section near our desk and print room.





Joan immediately pointed her finger at me with a stern look and in an even more stern tone, said no to me.


Joan :No …. What ever you may be thinking of…. The answer is no !.

I laughed as Joan made a big show of pulling her dress lower to cover her legs and to press down on her chest area whenever she bent.




Joan and I left the printer running, switched off all the lights and we went out to grab dinner.




We ordered food and Joan’s phone rang right when our orders arrived.






Joan : Hello ? …. Oh Patrick…. Yup…

Joan : Oh but i left the file in office………I’ll check and get back to you tomorrow can ? Yup…. Ok Bye…



I asked her what was it about and she mentioned that Patrick needed some information.





After I finished my hor fun at a nearby coffee shop, I told Joan I needed to rush back to the office to shit. She was only halfway through her meal and she told me to go ahead.





I could feel the pressure building up and I quicken my pace to get back to the office toilet. I’m not doing it at the coffee shop that’s for sure.


When the lift door open, I was about to head for the bathroom when I heard the audible thud of the magnetic catch for the office.


It was pretty late and the noise carried itself down the entire corridor. It sounded almost like an echo.






I bit down on my lips and decided to head over and take a look.



The lights to the reception area had been turned on, someone had just entered the office. 





Out of sheer curiosity, I scanned myself in and I left the glass door open. I quickly head over to Siti’s desk to hit the disable switch so the alarm would not sound for leaving the door open. 

That way, the glass door would not shut with a loud thud either



I peered into the office and it was empty, I could not make out anyone walking around. 





It was then I noticed the lights at my section had been turned on.



I could feel my bowels complaining and I really needed the bathroom but I heard some commotion at my desk area. 




I decided to just fuck it and headed over to take a look. 

I walked briskly over and the moment I turned into my cubicle, I had a shock and I gave out an involuntary yelp. 







James : Woah !... 


There was a series of fumbling and things dropping and I saw our colleague Patrick stooping at Joan’s desk. 


He too gave a loud yelp as we surprised each other. 





The silence that follows was so awkward that my shit actually retreated back into my intestines. 




There Patrick was, with a box of chocolates and a card by Joan’s desk. 


Yes, he is one of the few that actually expressed interests in Joan after the dinner and dance. 





There was a couple of times Joan received candies, sweets and some desktop ornaments but I never really took notice of it. 

I only knew Joan would share them with me. 







The thing is, what was awkward is not the chocolates. 


It’s not about Patrick secretly putting presents on Joan’s desk. 





He had Joan’s cardigan in hand and I could see he had pulled her heels out from underneath the desk as well. What’s worse was Joan’s gym bag was opened too. 

The plastic bag with Joan’s sports bra and the clothes she wore in the morning were out. Patrick had taken the sports bra out and placed them on his shoulders.



Then it dawned on me why Patrick called Joan earlier. He wanted to make sure she was not in office. 




I did not know what to do or say, neither did Patrick. 


It was such an embarrassing moment and Patrick just dropped everything and mumbled that he’s sorry and he got to go. 






I was really lost for words and I did not know how to react. 


James : ERmm… 


Patrick : James… I’ll….. erm…. I buy you lunch another day ya… I got to go. 




He went off before I could say a thing. 



He’s my senior in the company after all and to be honest, he took pretty good care of me when I first joined. 

I was feeling a tinge of jealousy that another man had tried to snoop through Joan’s worn clothes, yet I could not help but feel proud that my girlfriend actually was pretty desirable. 








I could not feel my shit at my bowels anymore and I decided to save the bathroom trip for later. 



I looked at the note and the chocolate before placing them back on the desk. 



Looking at the mess Patrick made, I decided to just clean it up. I had no intention of letting Joan know about this incident. 

It’s very embarrassing and it would be awkward for them to see each other in office. 





I bent down and started picking up the clothing. 


I had just picked up the sports bra when I felt my phone vibrate. I placed Joan’s bra over my shoulders as I knelt down and reach for my phone. 




I checked the message and reached for Joan’s worn shirt at the same time. 






It was Spencer. 


He just notified me that the authorities just conducted a raid at the shop I told him about, true enough, something was going on. 


I could not help but smile such a wide grin, almost wanting to laugh out loud. 





Right at that moment, I heard a surprised gasp and I looked up to see Joan and Patrick at the entrance to my cubicle. 


Patrick actually had that worried look of stress on his face until he saw the state that I was in.



I was on my knees, Joan’s bra on my shoulders, worn shirt in my hand and with a sick grin on my face. 






He too stared at me and gasped. 

Before both of us could say a word, Joan spoke first. 



Joan : James !....... you sick…… fuck… 



I was totally caught off guard and I was about to explain when Patrick spoke. 




Patrick : ok ok …erm… let’s all calm down.. .. 




I could feel my bowels moving again as I looked at the priceless expression on Joan’s face. 


Joan shook her head and walked off and Patrick immediately came over to my side and pleaded with me. 






Patrick : Please James…. Please… I beg of you….let’s…. just bury this… no one needs to know.. 





I sat on the floor and exhaled. 


Patrick told me he knew I would not breathe a word to anyone on what I saw. 

He said he trusted me. He said he knew I was cleaning up after him. 






If not for the fact that Joan bumped into him at the lift lobby, he would be long gone. 

Joan insisted to pass him the file he had asked for earlier since we would be out with Mr Chan early next morning, that was why he came back in. 



Patrick : I will not forget this… 




He patted me on the shoulder and I could hear him saying goodbye to Joan who was in the print room. 



I packed up Joan’s clothes, and I dragged myself to the print room to see Joan starting on the binding of documents. 




She stopped what she was doing, folded her arms, leaned against the wall and nodded her head at me. 



Joan : Is this why you’ve never returned me my underwear from way back since our first date ?



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