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This is a work of fiction. All citizens are equal. All citizens must serve. .............................................................................
All women must serve the country.
It’s the new law.
What was once considered a duty of men has now been extended to the
All healthy women between the age of 18 to 35 have to serve for a period
of 2 years, and thereafter, complete a 10 year service period for 3 days each
It didn’t matter if you are pretty, tall, short, fat or thin.
Everyone is equal. This is what women’s rights group have been fighting
Pay benefits, bonus remuneration have all been regularised. It is now
against the law to pay women lesser than men if they are doing the same work.
Discrimination against women comes with a hefty fine and imprisonment in
You can pursue any career you wish, that law states so.
The country has enough men taking up the roles of protecting the
There are enough men to man the tanks, to sail the ships, to pilot the
We don’t need more soldiers.
We need more citizens. That is not to say women cannot pursue a career
in the military, they still can. Only after fulfilling their mandatory service
to the country that is.
Singapore need more babies.
In a rapidly greying society, our birthrate is at an all time low. With
the native citizens highly against the import of foreigners to fill the ranks,
the government had no choice but to pass a law requiring childbirth as a
requirement to remain a citizen.
The government was forced to implement a service period for all women
capable of bearing a child.
There are exceptions of course.
If you are married and have given birth to 2 kids, you are exempted from
the 2 years of service.
Don’t celebrate too early yet because you are only exempted from the 1st
2 full years.
You still need to serve the remaining 10 years. 3 days each.
Women as young as 18 enlist into the integrated citizen hub. ICH in
The country is obsessed with integrated hubs.
Every fuck thing must be integrated into something. We have libraries
beside pools beside malls, beside a hawker centre.
We even combined a large baby making facility, a confinement centre, a
hospital and a polyclinic into an integrated hub.
Located right in the southern end of Sentosa, it offered a scenic view
of the serene sea. This is where the women will serve.
By spreading their legs.
Spreading their legs to be fertilised.
The women have a choice.
The government believes in giving women a choice.
You can be artificially fertilised, inseminated by a syringe, do it in a
Or you can let nature takes it’s course.
Get fucked like how nature intended by another man. A healthy male with good
There’s a catch of course, how can this be without a catch.
To bear a child for the country by artificial means, you need to do it 3
3 times my friend. You need to deliver 3 babies. With the advancement in
technology, most of the women bear twins during the artificial insemination.
Some lucky ones get triplets.
Your body needs to bear 3 child for the country, 2 during the full time
service and 1 more during your 10 year service cycle. This is the bare minimum
for artificial means.
This is due to the cost of the procedure. The government needs to recoup
On the other hand, if you choose to do it naturally, you only need to do
It’s your choice.
It’s cheaper to conceive naturally. It satisfies the lust of the men at
the same time. That’s killing 2 birds with one stone from the policy maker’s
point of view.
When the law as passed, those that can afford to , left the country. The
rich, the famous, those that have resources, they all made plans to send their
daughters away to a neighbouring country.
While the world was expecting an exodus of citizens, they were wrong.
Nowhere else in the world could we find such a level of security and healthcare.
As for the child, you always have a choice. The government will raise
them for you.
There is no need for the mother to bear any responsibility.
Sounds unbelievable but there is actually a long queue. A long waiting
list of couples wanting to adopt a baby.
Most are well to do couples in their late thirties who have tried for so
They have the resources and can provide the right environment for the
child to grow. Let’s not forget you don’t spend a cent on the kid till he or
she is 12 years old.
Yes, the government is paying for the kid’s education till they are 12.
All childcare and day care facilities are free.
Healthcare for kids and their immediate caregivers are also free.
Adopt 2 kids ? Good for you my friend. You get a government sponsored
green car that runs on electricity till the younger child turns 6. Thereafter,
you can continue to rent the car at a subsidised rate till the child turns 12.
As if that were not enough to convince locals to adopt or to reproduce,
the government tied up with Disneyland and universal studios.
You get a fully paid family trip if you adopt or reproduce 2 kids.
This can be redeemed when the younger child is at least 4.
Everyone says the policy is doomed to fail.
That Singapore would not make it.
But we did.
We proved to the world that our policies work and Japan is trying to
follow the same, so is South Korea.
As sick as the national service sound, you cannot deny the facts that it
is replenishing the citizens.
I held onto my girlfriend’s hand as we hugged at the bus terminal.
She was trying hard not to cry.
James : I love you…. I will always love you….
Zanny : I love you too…. Will you still love me…. after… after my
James : of course…..which one are you choosing…. ?
Zanny : just once…. I only want to do it once….
I could feel the lump in my throat as I looked at my girlfriend’s
The one that I had been fucking since we got to know each other.
We have the same birthday and on the day we turned 17, we fucked in my
room. Back then I did not think that we would last but we fell deeper in love
with each other every day.
We did what all young couples did.
We dated, we partied, we travelled. We want to build a life together.
No one wanted to talk about the inevitable.
Our national service.
I would be enlisting into the army while Zanny would need to serve the
country in her own way.
Using her body.
As the day drew closer and closer, we started to talk about our options.
I love Zanny, and I know she loves me too.
We have to deal with the reality that we are going to part ways for a
while, and that we would both be fucking someone else.
I would be fertilising someone else’s eggs with my sperm.
She would be spreading her legs for another man.
Why can’t we do it with each other you ask ?
Because the law says so. It’s random.
You don’t get to choose.
The computer assigns you your mate, base on blood type, family history,
your IQ, your academic level.
Both Zanny and I have been given the top grading.
Neither of our families have any history of illness or diseases. My
grandparents lived till 98. No one smoked in the family.
We are premium breeders.
There’s a chance I would get to breed with more than one girl.
I have broached the question of Zany doing it in a lab before but that
would mean she needs to do it 3 times. Or ig she is lucky, twice. The ordeal is
too much for some to go through.
Still base on statistics, almost 75% will go with the lab option,
meaning more babies.
Weird as it might sound, the society still deem those who reproduce in a
lab a virgin.
A virgin as long as you did not get penetrated by the penis of a man.
After much discussion, we decided to go with just one.
We both knew what that meant, that she would be quivering and moaning
under the weight of another man shooting his sperm into her vagina.
And he will keep doing it for a period of 5 days.
2 days before her ovulation, on the actual day and 2 days after.
That is to ensure the optimum amount of sperm entering her privates.
Such a formula has resulted in almost 95% success rates.
A formula the government intend to keep using.
Whereas for me, I get to do it as well.
I get to do it to another girl. Maybe 2, I don’t know.
A girl I cannot choose.
I always wondered what it would be like.
There’s no telling when it would happen but the word is that it would
happen in the middle of our training.
After the army has whipped us into shape, control our diet, trained us
into the killing machines they needed to defend this country, only then will we
be asked to breed our sperm into the women.
My girlfriend will probably be bred by someone a couple of years older
I would probably be fucking a fresh graduate from Junior college.
Zanny and I shared a long kiss before we pulled apart.
As we backed towards our respective lines, I could not tear my eyes away
I mouthed ‘ I love you ‘ and she did the same.
We will not be able to see or contact each other for a period of 6
The next time when we speak, she would most likely be pregnant.
Our phones were collected the moment we reached the training camps.
Everything went by in a blur.
I took the pledge to swear my allegiance to the country, I exchanged my
identity card for a military pass, I was given my gear and I got my head
By 9pm that evening, I was lying in bed in a room of 12.
With the lights off, I could hear someone crying and sniffing away.
I pulled my girlfriend’s picture out from under my pillow.
I smiled as I looked at Zanny smiling back at me.
I took that picture during our last trip to Bintan.
A short trip before our service.
She was dripping wet in her swimsuit when she sat down at the table to
take a spoonful of cereal.
My eyes traced the lines of her slim body.
Soon she would have a tummy.
Soon, another man she would never know would get to experience the same
level of joy and pleasure her body has given me so far.
The other piece which i'm working on lately will be something a little more obvious, with characters you might be familiar with if you had been following my recent works. I've also decided on the title as well.
totally drenched by my sweat as I climbed up to the top of Jurong Hill along
the side of the road.
As if the
uphill climb wasn’t bad enough, I was carrying 2 kids with me under the setting
sun. The orange ball of fire is about to disappear behind a thick cloud.
the position of the 2 kids I was carrying.
I was trying
really hard not to curse.
backed behind me and another I was struggling to hold under my right arm.
sees me, they would probably think I’m a kidnapper or something.
around to check on Yiling, she was holding the hands of 2 other kids, who in
turn held the hands of their siblings. They too were running up the hill.
backs were small backpacks that were attached to their body by a lock. There’s
no way they can remove them.
sealed backpack contained half a kg of heroin.
fucking believe this shit.
How the fuck
did we end up in such a situation ?
Can you hurry up…. I can see the bad people coming…. There… see “
harder as I turned to look down the hill.
The girl I
was carrying is a real smart ass. I don’t want to waste my breath arguing with
on the other hand is a lot more pleasant.
around and looking in the direction which the girl just pointed out to me, I
saw what she was referring to.
I could see
2 cars just
pulled into the carpark below.
thankful the road up hill is closed to traffic.
her connection close that road for a major deal on the pretext of upgrading and
renovation works to the lookout tower.
I sucked in
a deep breath and continued to climb.
Jackson : I’m
not an uncle….
“ uncle…. My
brother needs to pee….”
Jackson : if
he pees on me… I will shoot him….
started to cry and I groaned in agony as I apologised and asked them to stop.
Jackson : It’s
a joke……come on… it’s a…. joke…. Can’t you see…. I’m dying…. Over here…..
into my pocket and gave the remaining of my candies to the elder sister.
stopped immediately as she immediately told her brother they will split the
candy when we stopped moving.
fucking believe this.
3 hours ago
I was having the time of my life.
standing behind Yiling, we were taking photos with children. Yiling was giving
a speech. She just sponsored and adopted a cage full of birds that seem to eat
and shit gold.
in which she operated on the sideline had an excursion.
and children were clapping.
smiling and waving, ever so elegant and composed.
everything had gone to shit.
at Yiling’s childcare is suddenly strapped with goods that she was supposed to
This is an
It has to
No one would
know our schedule and plan to such detail that they could plan this right under
Half of the
men Yiling came with were killed on the spot within the birdpark. I could hear
expected them to take over the whole place and filled it with their men.
that fought, most of them went down covering our retreat.
recalled seeing a woman pushing a pram shot one of Yiling’s man in cold blood,
narrowing missing her by a hair’s breath.
something was off when Yiling’s closest and most trusted men and women all met
with mishaps one after another.
thinning the herd and Yiling let her ego get the better of her.
at an empty hilltop. I set the kids down and caught my breath.
Jackson : anything
let go of the kids and she was trying to get a signal on her mobile phone.
fuckers came prepared. They are not your average thugs.
jammed all the mobile signals or they are working with someone who could.
several phones when we were in the bird park and none worked.
We could not
get any signal.
someone is fucking with us…..
oh…. You mean now you realised that…
shut up…. You…
eh…ah…ah.. ah… language… language…. There are kids here….
looked like she was about to strangle me.
I could see 2
men running up the hill. In a matter of minutes they would be with us.
get the kids in the building….
what about you…. Oh wait.. I got a signal… I got a signal….
Jackson : I’ll
hold them off…. Call for help….
hesitated for a moment as she looked at me.
I know what
Who can we
warded in the hospital after that car accident.
got married and is on her honeymoon.
Hong is down
with hand foot and mouth disease, In fact, his entire family caught the virus.
I don’t know
who she can call. Call the police for all I care, just get us out of here
ways with Yiling and I went straight for the approaching men.
I could see
them panting from the uphill run.
ushered the kids towards the old restaurant and shouted after me that she will
come back out after she hide the kids.
in the centre of the open carpark. There’s no way the men running up would miss
I could not
believe how much my life has changed within the short span or 2 years.
I started as
driver because my friend had fallen sick.
fucking covering for a friend.
realised it, I was getting involved in shit I never dreamed I would get
It took me a
while to realise who Yiling is.
she’s just a run of the mill tyrannical bitch who deals with drugs, I never
knew she was the largest druglord on the island. Not only does YIling control
the distribution channels, she manages a whole network within south east asia.
How the fuck
did she get to where she is today I would never know.
I only know I
had fallen for her.
And that I would
do anything for her.
I grunted as
I charged the weakest looking man who looked like he was going to get an asthma
attack. Our bodies connected and we tumbled down the hill.
him in his nose before he could recover and punched him across the cheek.
I was about
to throw a 2nd punch when I was lifted off the ground and threw back
down by his friend.
I blocked a
few blows before getting a kick in that hurt himenough for him to stagger and lose his
balance on the slope.
him and we both tumbled down the road and rolling onto the grass turfing.
in my body is aching as I laid on my back and looked at the evening sky.
this 2 are not the professional hitters that first came for us.
probably the drivers.
I turned to
look at the guy I tackled, he was trying to get back up.
I heard a
loud grunt and I saw the first guy coming for me.
position such that I was back facing his friend, I took his tackle head on and
relaxed my body, allowing myself to be bulldozered backwards and onto the guy
onto anything I can reached, I punched and kicked and pushed anything as long
as it was not part of my body. Most of the time though, we were just tumbling.
rolling and tumbling. It’s like it would never end.
I kept falling
By the time
we came to a stop, all 3 of us were barely moving.
I found it
hard to breathe.
One of the
guy hit his head on a kerb and he’s out, I could see blood pooling under his
The other was
trying to get up but he fell and he vomited before tripping over his own foot
and getting into another roll.
My arms are
bleeding and I could feel a cut on my forehead.
fuck…. I hope the insurance covers this…. Arghhhhh
to get back up on my feet and I looked at the uphill road before cursing out
aRHHHHHHHHHHHH!! “ I turned around in time to see the guy who I thought was bleeding
and knocked out on the ground coming for me.
with fist over flesh, throwing punches and kicks at each other in an all out
I got in a strong
right hook and I knew I got him.
expected him to drag me down with him as he fall.
I don’t know
I must have blacked
out for a while.
When I came
to, the sky is already dark.
The sun has
I looked at
fuck…. fuck !....
I was out
for almost 45 minutes.
I groaned as
I got up on my feet.
I looked at
the eerily dark landscape around me.
with the gunshots, the mayhem, no help came.
expecting the place to be swarming with officers and swat teams by now but I was
region including the hill was pitch dark.
light within the vicinity were the street lamps from the expressway a distance
headlamps of vehicles turning into the area.
dimming and switching off the headlights the moment they turned into the foot
of the hill
the first wave. I didn’t expect them to send another.
Maybe it’s the help Yiling got.
If it were
the help, we would be safe.
I still had
my hopes up until I saw a large sedan turned in with the lights still on.
of pretty large built stepped out.
gait I could make out immediately who it was.
and leaned on his cane as he directed his men towards the hill.
This is no
help. This is betrayal.
always been at loggerheads with Yiling during the clan meeting.
expected him to go this far.
As the mass
of bodies started to spread out, I forced my aching body to carry me up the
I was thankful
no bones were broken although I was pretty sure I needed stiches for a few of
I went to
the abandoned restaurant and called out for Yiling.
Yiling….. Yiling !...
her head out from a corner and she ran towards me.
what the fuck happened to you….
Long story…. I’ll survive….
Yiling : help
is on the way…..
Jackson : I
hope you don’t mean Russell.
me a look of surprise.
Jackson : he’s
here…. With at least 2 dozen men….
Russell …. Are you sure… ?
Jackson : He’s
like a walking sumo resting on a cane, I can recognise his gait from a mile
discussion could go further, I could hear shouting just down the road.
where are the kids… ?
Yiling : I
hid them in the kitchen….
I saw the
flash of torchlights cutting across the carpark and I grabbed Yiling’s hand and
we started to run.
As we ducked
into the corridor of the old restaurant, i asked Yiling about the help.
Please tell me you still have some tricks up your sleeve….
Yiling : I… I
don’t….there’s no help left to call…. we’re spread thin…. A few other trusted
men are in Changi receiving a shipment….. 2 more are overseas…. The girls… you
know what’s the situation with the girls….
Jackson : oh
Yiling : don’t
worry… we’ll be fine…
how so ??
at the kitchen to see a kid peering out from behind the door.
smiled reassuringly at the little girl.
Yiling : Don’t
worry… everything will be ok….
me an irritated look as if trying to tell me she was doing her best to keep the
The girl ran
into the kitchen to join her friends.
I started to
open the drawers and stainless steel cabinets, trying to find something I could
Jackson: I’ll hold them off as long as I can… you
get the kids out….
I could hear
the men shouting from outside the restaurant.
Yiling I said something I should have said a long time ago.
Jackson : I…..Yiling…
Jackson : I
stared at me with disbelief.
Yiling : really
? NOW ? … now you are saying this…. ?
Jackson : i…
I don’t know if I would get a chance to say it again….
they’re here… they’re in the kitchen !! “
Yiling back and disarmed the man with a swing of an old cooking pan.
the corridor, my heart sank as I could see the figures of at least 6 more men
heading towards us.
the kids out behind her.
Some of them
Just when I thought
all hope was lost, I saw a man flew to his left as if an invisible force just
yanked him off his feet.
The man behind
him paused, unsure of what to make of the situation when he was slammed to the
behind me kicked open.
I saw 2 men
with knives gleaming in the dark rushing in.
Before I could
decide which direction to face, both men knelt down in front of me abruptly before
their head were smashed to the walls on their respective side.
what…… the…… fuck….
stay close….all of you stay close to me !...
trying to huddle all the kids together and I could hear more men surrounding
looked at me, or rather, she looked behind me.
twice and I could see her body language change.
It’s as if
all her worries were gone with a snap of her finger.
look down the other corridor, Yiling exhaled and looked visibly pleased as she
stepped out of her own high heels.
wondered how the fuck she walks with those heels regardless of the terrain.
for her heels and pulled out both of the pointed heel, revealing 2 sharpened
spikes I never knew was there.
along the corridor were no longer standing.
Most of them
were groaning on the ground.
I saw a
mysterious figure appear at the doorway.
masks on but I could tell it was a man and a women. Their masks were darker than
the dark of the night and the only light source was a single slit across their
for the woman, and vertical for the man.
slit glowed in the dark like the eyes of a monster bearing down on you.
swung opened hard and I could see at least 4 more men on each side trying to
Jackson : I thought
you said you had no help left to call….
Yiling : I
called in a favour…..
I could hear
Russell’s voice from outside the restaurant.
they’re in there…. Kill them… kill them all !!! ahhahahaha….Yiling… hahaha..
Yiling…. You are fucked… I told you one day I would get you… hahahaha!!! Come on….
Come on out and spit in my face !!! ahahah… where are you…. Come on out !!!
hahahahaha… come and talk to me…. ahhahhaha.. where are all your snide remarks….
!!! come out and say them to me in my face !!! ahhahaha…
smiled as she extended the spikes she removed from her heels.
She spoke alright.
Not to Russell.
to the children.
children….remember what I said earlier….
Kids : yeesss…..!
to rush into the corridor and I tightened the grip of the cooking pan in my
exhaled and turned towards me.
Yiling : alright….
Everyone….….. close your eyes….
This is a work of fiction All good citizens should be taken care off. ........................................................................
I walked into the large imposing lobby in the spanking
new building in the middle of marina bay with the card clutched tightly in my
Aside from the single security guard shaking dry his
umbrella at the lobby, there was no one else in sight.
He looked at me and I showed him what I have on my
He immediately gave me a wide smile and gestured to
the self service kiosk in front of me.
I keyed in my ID number and verified my identity with
a facial scan. As I waited for my data to be generated, I was seething with
anger. In fact, I was trying hard not to curse out loud.
I wanted to scream in the quiet lobby but I know I
must control myself.
I am a good citizen.
The kiosk, as if sensing my short fuse, immediately
displayed my full name with my particulars on screen.
The kiosk directed me to lift number 2 and I walked
over to the lift lobby.
Lift 2 opened as if it was waiting for me to get near.
The moment I got in, it closed with the top floor
button lit up.
I’m about to enter a newly set up government agency.
Ministry of anger management.
Yes, you read that right.
With the fast pace of life in Singapore, you need a
whole new ministry to manage people’s anger and resentment, but this is no
This is no ordinary building.
It’s one reserved for good citizens.
Good model citizens who behave.
The government understands that everyone gets angry
from time to time.
However they want to better manage the population by
managing their anger.
Good citizens like me gets special treatment.
Good rationale and level headed citizens like me gets
extra attention and perks.
If not for my flawless records, I would now have been
even to get a lift sent down to me.
And to have the lift take me up to the highest floor,
it’s the greatest honor a model citizen can ask for.
When the lift door open I could see a customer service
officer waiting for me.
Dressed in formal black pant suit with a white inner
blouse, the lady introduced herself an Felicia.
Felicia : Hi there Mr James….. my name is Felicia, I
will be attending to you today… please follow me….
I followed Felicia and appraised her body from behind.
She’s pretty, with a nice perky butt.
I would fuck her but that’s not why I’m here today.
I’m here because I’m fucking angry.
I’m fucking pissed and angry with the government.
And I want my voice heard and issues addressed.
Entering a sound proof room, Felicia sat down behind
her terminal and asked me what can she do for me that day.
Felicia : I can tell from your body language you are
fuming Mr James…. May I know the cause of your anger …. So I can better address
I could no longer hold it in and I exploded right
there and there in the room.
James : yes !!!! FUCK YOU…. FUCK YOU… FUCK ALL OF YOU
I screamed and kicked the chair in front of me while
Felicia remained calm as if she had seen it all before.
James : why do you make it so hard for singles like me
to get my own flat !!!!! fuck !!!!why !!!!
Felicia nodded with genuine empathy.
James : I’m already 35 !!!!.... I want my own place to
live !!!! and how many fucking times you want to fucking make me ballot for a
place to call my own….!!! And even then… it’s a small fucking place
!!!!.....how to live in such a pigeon hole !!!!! FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND !!!!!FUCK
YOU !!!! AHHHHH….
I lifted the chair and slammed it against the wall.
Knocking 2 wheels off the chair and denting the wall.
Part of me is glad that my good citizen status enjoyed
immunity once I’m inside these walls.
I kicked the wall, threw my body against the door and
I hammered my fist on the table that Felicia is using, causing her stationary
to bounce about.
This is so unfair.
I tried to get a small place to call my own for more
than 4 times through the balloting system. Each time I was rejected because the
number of applicants is too many.
I tried to get my flat from the open market but my
high income restricted me only to bank loans and not the subsidised loans the
government is offering.
I tried appealing to the PHB , Public housing board
and they bounced me from one officer to another.
James : you know the feeling of being passed around
from one officer to another…. ??? FUCK!!!!! You know the feeling of being on
the phone and listening to recorded messages, asking you to press one for
English…. Press 2 for Chinese…..PRESS YOUR FUCKING CUNT I’M TELLING YOU….!!!
I was perspiring badly by then while Felicia remained
calm as ever.
I was given a few moments to calm down and Felicia
opened her drawer to give me a bottle of water.
James : thank you…
Felicia : please drink Mr James… and allow me to help
understand your problem….. Housing issue has always been at the heart of this
I could feel Felicia about to cough up another line of
well rehearsed line so I took it out.
I took the card out.
That treasure of a card.
The card given to good citizens.
Felicia paused mid sentence and her entire demeanour
Felicia : May I have a look at that card Mr James….
I handed it over and she scanned the QR code beside my
face and ID details.
Felicia : Please face the camera Mr James…. For
3 seconds later Felicia looked at me with the widest
smile her face could muster.
Felicia : Congrats Mr James… you are a model good
citizen….. and as you know… the criteria for getting a good citizen card is
James : Yes I am aware…
Felicia : As a reward for being a law abiding citizen,
paying your taxes on time, voting for the ruling party and being pro government
for the past 5 years…. You have been awarded the good citizen card….. can I
confirm you would like to use it now…. ?
James : yes… I want to fucking use it now….
Felicia : very well….
Felicia started typing on her keyboard as I sipped the
water from the bottle she offered me.
Felicia : Alright Mr James… I can see you are in the
queue for the newconstruct to order (
CTO ) flats that will be launching at the waterfront site in the new southern
James : yes.. it’s my 5th attempt !!!
Felicia : well… I’m pleased to inform you that you
will be getting a single digit queue number for this application…
James : what… really ?
Felicia : yes… and despite your high income
threshold…. You are eligible for a subsidised government loan for the entire purchase
James : are you serious !??
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Felicia : yes I am…..
James : wow….
Felicia : It’s the least we can do for our good
James : I’m…. I’m speechless…..
Felicia continued typing on the terminal before going
Felicia : I can see your pent up anger and frustration
stems primarily from dealing with the public housing board PHB……
James : well… i….
Felicia : as such… I believe we need to address the
root cause of your anger…. So that once that is resolved…. You can continue in
your role as a model and good citizen of the country…..
James : ermm… wow… yeah…. How do you propose….
Felicia typed away on the terminal before turning the
screen to face me.
Felicia : I’ve isolated 276 female staff from PHB that
works in the balloting, customer service and loan disbursement department….these
are the staff currently not having their menstruation period….. May I know your
race preference…. ?
My heart started beating faster.
I don’t believe this.
It was a rumour.
A quiet rumour in the web that on one can verify but
it’s happening to me.
There were rumours online that says the new ministry
would do everything to satisfy the citizens needs and manage their anger.
It’s happening right in front of me.
Felicia : Mr James ?.... race preference… ?
James : Chi…. Chinese….
The screen refreshed itself and the number of
candidates got lesser.
Felicia continued without batting her eyelid.
marital status…. Married or single… your preference….
I was trying not to shake in the broken chair.
Felicia : age range….
James : 24- 32
Felicia : ahhh…. Young Milf in the making….. hold on….
When the screen refreshed itself again, I was
presented with the pictures of 18 girls. From frontline staff to senior
executives, they were all employees of PHB.
Felicia : may I suggest filtering down to those
I looked at Felicia who maintained expressionless.
The candidates reduced to 6.
Felicia : Mr James… you are now looking at the staff
in PHB, all married within the past 2 years, within the age range and race
I was nursing a
full hard on by then as I look at the 6 pictures of the PHB staff smiling at
3 are pretty average, 1 is totally out but 2 are
pretty much my cup of tea.
James : can…. Can….. can I look at these 2…. ?
Felicia : of course….
Felicia called up the social media profile of both
girls and I could see the 1st one was a bit big bone and her complexion
isn’t really good. The 2nd girl however was perfect.
She’s sweet looking and petite.
I like petite girls.
Felicia : seems like you have made your choice Mr
James : yes… yes… this.. this 1….
Felicia brought up the full profile of the girl of my
Felicia : Elena Qiu… recently married… about 6 months
ago… a pretty new staff at PHB…. Less than 3 years…. She’s pretty… good choice….
I could not stop looking at Elena.
I could feel precum leaking from my cock.
Felicia : I will make the necessary arrangements…..
for tomorrow…. And Mr James…. I sincerely hope your anger will subside after
James : of… of… of course…
Felicia : It is the government’s wish for all our
model citizens to be happy…..
I nodded eagerly.
Felicia : I would like to remind you that Elena will
not be a willing participant even though she is required to by contract….. she
might get a little resistant…. Base on the aptitude test we administered during
James : oh…
Felicia : as such… we will be giving her something to
calm her down…. No she won’t be a dead fish…. She is still conscious and aware
of what is going on…. She can still fight but… with say 50% of the strength and
intensity… that should make the session enjoyable for you I think…
James : that… that sounds good….
Felicia : Elena will be asked to attend an offsite
meeting tomorrow…and she will be delivered to you…. And to appease your pent up
anger and frustration, I shall make a note for her to be formally dressed with
heels and her PHB staff pass…..would that be ok ?
James : yes… perfect…
Felicia stood up and shook my hand.
Felicia : I hope you would not remain angry with the
government after this…. And continue to be a good, model citizen for the rest
of your countrymen….
I was shown the way down to the ground floor where a
concierge handed me an envelope with a hotel key card of a 5 star hotel in
Concierge : Mr James….. I am pleased to inform you
that Elena from PHB has confirmed her attendance to the meeting tomorrow…. May your
anger be appeased after your meeting….
I nodded, speechless and unsure of what to say.
Concierge : Have a good day….and remember… the government
needs good citizens like you…. For us to thrive and prosper….
I dug into the envelope and there were several print
Photos of the PHB staff I’m going to meet tomorrow.