Tuesday, 23 April 2019

The shift

I'm sure some of you noticed the slight shift in the way i positioned the sexual and explicit scenes in recent full length work.

Some of you have written to me about it as well.

Yes there is a slight shift in the way i want to structure my writing.


I've been wanting to move away from pure erotica for a while and i'm hoping more attention would be given to the plot rather than just the sexual stuff.

This is why i have been slowly reducing the sexual bits in full length work.



The beast within had 2 main sexual scenes. The milk part and a little with Alicia after the 2nd project and then it's the portion in the villa.

Big trouble in little India had lesser. Just 1 main one with Yiling and barely touching the surface with Xuehua.


I intend to reduce it to just 1 sex scene for the next full length work that revolves around a plot that has more depth.

I won't deliberately skip it if the plot calls for a more sensual encounter but i want to slowly move the focus away from pure fucking.

I'm already working on the outline for that.



Of course, this doesn't apply to some works like ' The facility i work at ' because the story itself is centered around sexual exploitation.

The next one titled ' the prison warden ' also revolves around a dystopia society set in Singapore 50 years from today.


I'm also looking to challenge myself to go beyond what i'm currently doing.

I hope to write a love story in the near future.

A love story with a good plot, one that will stir up emotions and perhaps take all readers back to their dating days when life is good, before the kids come along and your life goes to shit. Hahahaha.

Just kidding.



I'm getting feedback to consider adding some shorter works under the paid category. Something more along the line of a strong caffeine shot.
Straight to the point, a strong enough kick to get the blood pumping without having to go through draggy plot.

To top it off, one reader suggest to price it the same price as a cup of coffee. Not the starbucks kind.
The 90 cent hawker center kind.

I don't know man, doesn't sound like its worth the effort after you minus the fees paypal and the platform charge but what the hell.

What's the point of feedback if i don't at least try it out.

Am going to attempt to launch 5 short works over 5 weeks, at 90 cents each ( discount codes don't apply for these . Sorry )

Motherload 2019 owners don't need to do anything. The 'shots' ( Shorts ) will automatically be uploaded onto the cloud for access.


*Length & number of words will be listed with each shot *

Check page menu on right side of blog for 'Shots' section & preview




Anyway, thank you all for reading and supporting my work.

Drop me a mail anytime.



Cheers

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Wednesday, 10 April 2019

That dreaded word

I knew it was coming.

It's just a matter of time but i never expected my wife to spring it on me during our holiday.


No we're not trying for another kid, we need to keep what's left of our sanity.
Current ones are more than enough to drive us nuts.


The word I've been dreading to hear is 'upgrading'


We're comfortable in a 4rm flat and with careful planning and a bit of blessing from the stock market, it's been paid off recently.
Debt free before i'm 40.

This is definitely a step in the right direction if i want to write for a living.


However, as the saying goes, 人算不如天算.

Actually the subject has been brought up several times as passing remarks by the missus but i usually just try to change the topic.


There's just too much on my plate at the moment. Too many things on my mind.




It happened during our recent family getaway.

My wife is smart, she planned for this right from the get go.


We were in the city of Busan last month and it was after a satisfying seafood meal. The kids are happily tucked into bed after a day of exploring Gamcheon cultural village.

We're staying in a nice room, with a nice view of the sea.

It comes with a balcony and i was chilling , or rather freezing myself according to my wife by choosing to sit and drink in the 10 degree temperature.


It's really nice to feel the cold breeze, i have a bottle of soju, some nuts and i was editing a chapter for big trouble.


My wife came out of the shower and i could see her tapping on the balcony door, she refused to step out into the cold and she kept gesturing for me to join her inside and i walked into a carefully laid trap.



There are more drinks on the table in the living area, she had set it up before hand.
Lights were off except for the warm glow of a sculptured floor lamp.

I could feel something is off and for a brief moment i thought i was Jeff and i reached behind my back, hoping to grab my knife but i was not fast enough.

My wife pulled me by the hand over to the couch.


Wife : I have something to discuss with you...



My eyes immediately did a quick scan of the living area. I saw her Ipad and a pretty thick folder.

Never mind about those.


My attention went to the pyjama of choice by my wife.

We're on holiday, you know what it's like. It's utter chaos , especially with kids. My own pyjama is a set of old t-shirt and shorts with holes in them. My wife was wearing some old long sleeve tops of mine the past few days with those Uniqlo lounge pants. Nothing out of the ordinary.

That evening though, the woman holding my hand had a different set of sleepwear on.


It was a nightgown, not translucent at all. Very light pink Satin with black lace trimmings. It is short.
The kind of 'wear it to fuck' kind of short.

That was it.


After wrapping it around her body , half her thigh were exposed and she shuffled around in a pair of those silly bunny slippers she bought from the night market.


It was all a very deliberate act to draw me in.


Wife : ok...now... this is serious ok.... i'm being serious right now dear....


I sat on the 3 seater couch. She took the 1 seater at the side, that happens to be facing the head of the coffee table. Just imagine where the boss sits at a meeting.


She brushed back her fringe and crossed her legs, revealing more of her flesh to me. I could see her adjusting her gown deliberately around her breast while avoiding my eyes.


We haven had sex in almost 3 weeks.

Wife : are you listening to me James ?


James : yes.... are you trying to seduce me or something ??

She hit me with the folder and gave me a 'Tsk'


She could tell i was already wary of her. When the folder open, it felt like Owen giving me a project i don't want to take on.


She started to give me a very corporate presentation of the family's financial situation.
How much we make, how much we put away and a breakdown of key expenses.


She just went on and on.

I tried to interrupt her but she opened the can of beer on the table and handled it to me without even taking a break to breathe.


It took less than 5 minutes for her to seal the deal.


Wife : so.... estimate valuation of our place now is xxxxx according to  TW.....( Brother in law TW is a real estate agent ) ..... we let go of it now..... profit of xxxx.... downpayment of xxxxx.... then we only borrow xxxxxx........then here....I've shortlisted a few potential ones..... and i must tell you... this one....wah... i really like.... it's very well kept....good location....the environment is fantastic...


She put her ipad in front of me to show me pictures of a particular apartment.



I just look at her and said nothing as i let it all sink in.


James : when you say you really like.... does this mean you already been down to see it...?


Wife: yes... twice...  i know the seller.... she's migrating.... we have a very good deal here...


James : errrr...... so... you're asking me... or you are telling me ??


I saw her take a deep breath and forced a smile.


Wife : it's a discussion....James.... husband and wife discussion.. although i would like to remind you that..... i make more than you....

James : ouch.... that hurt...


Wife : My bonus alone... is like half your annual salary... you're underpaid for god sake... talk to that stingy boss of yours..... what the hell....

James : wow... that really helped my ego man... thanks dear...


Wife : and since we're going to be near my parents... they have agreed to sponsor xxx for the house if we get it..... they want to be closer to the grandkids too...


James : Now you are rubbing salt into the wound. No... no way... .. i don't want a cent of your parent's money...... over my dead body.....no...


Wife : ok fine... i told them you would say that anyway...... so we'll just use ours and we'll be fine on our own....alright then....


James : Wait... what you mean by alright then ? ...


Wife : End of discussion..... we're done...haha


James : what ?


She put the stuff aside, took the untouched can of beer in my hand and put it on the table.


She straddled me on the sofa and gave me the same sweet smile i saw when i was tricked to put my signature on the marriage contract many years ago.


Her arms went around my neck and we kissed.


She looked at me in the eye and said she was just kidding.


Wife : Just kidding dear.... you can say no... i mean it... it's a big decision...


I knew she was not joking, in a serious way, i knew i could say no. She will be disappointed yes but i know the woman i married. She's not unreasonable. She's a gambler though when it comes to issues like this.

She bet to win and she knows her chances well before she place that bet.



James : When did i ever say no to you.. ?


She laughed and ask if her dressing helped.


James : oh please la....... i'm not that shallow....


We left the living room and went into our bedroom.

As i unwrapped my package and pulled off the gown i told my wife i'm going to have a story to tell my mates after the trip if they ask about this.


James : got tricked into a big decision during holiday.... elaborate plan by wife....corporate style presentation...complete with graphs and charts...


She straddled me and just before it all began, she's determined to have the last word.


Wife : ..... you suck at telling stories.... let me do it if they ask....



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Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Revenge on my friend's sister Volume 1 & Volume 2

Model is above 25 years in age and is married to the photographer.
Video and pictures taken by a regular supplier of similar materials on blog.
No nudes and no exposed body parts of any kind. 

I did not pay for these materials but all the couple takes a cut on all sales. 


This is a work of fiction. 

Do note, this piece contains scenes of non-consensual sex which might some uncomfortable.
Coarse language including terms of body parts in hokkien has been used on top of the usual ones in english. 
Humiliating conversations are all over including a scene with golden shower.
Fetishes dealing with worn clothes, lingerie etc are discussed. 


Please do not read this work if you are uncomfortable with any of the above. 



** Disclaimer as above. Please be above 18. you should not be here if you are not.** 
It's like telling people not to jaywalk, but if you want to do it anyway, there is nothing i can do. 

Hope you enjoy this piece.

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Your friend's sister did something horrible to you many years ago. 
Today, she works for you. 

Do i need to go on ? 


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I was a victim of sexual abuse when I was young.
Just in case you are wondering, no there are no catholic priests involved. 

I was an innocent 14 year old back then, but that day my life changed. 
Why didn’t I report it you ask, how could I ? 

I don’t know what to do. 


Who would even believe me if I told the truth ? 

I’m a guy, and back in the mid nineties, I think there are hardly any news of guys being sexually abused. 

It’s always guys doing the abusing. Never the girls. 

I was abused by my good friend’s sister, Janice. 

Janice is 2 years older than me and I remember having a crush on her for the longest time. 

She is the elder sister of my best friend Meng. 

Meng and I knew each other since the 1st day we started secondary one. We both love games and we hit if off right away when we realise we both dig Mortal Kombat and Bare knuckles 3 on the sega console. 

Almost every day after school, I would head over to Meng’s place since both his parents are at work. We would have the freedom of the house to play games for as long as we like. 

There was no one around to bother us except Janice. 



Now, when I first laid eyes on Janice, I could feel myself getting excited. Back then I don’t know anything about my body. 

I don’t know what is an erection, I don’t know what is masturbation, none of these. The internet was just starting off and it’s something I do not have access to. 

I may not know what is an erection but I knew the excitement when I see Janice. She’s older and therefore I see her as more cool than girls my age. 

She’s very pretty, her breast is developed and really round. It makes me feel like groping her. Her shoulder length hair, her smile and her toned legs, everything about her is sexy and pretty to a young teenage boy like myself. 

The nail in the coffin is seeing her in her school uniforms. 

Janice goes to a all girls’ school, one with the signature white blouse and blue pinafore. I think that looks so much better than the boring brown skirt and white blouse the girls in my school wears. 

Janice has her own room, she usually leaves us alone when we play games unless we are making too much noise. She has scolded us a couple of times as well when we entered her room without permission to grab stationaries. 

My friend Meng isn’t exactly a tidy person. 



There are times when I would deliberately walk pass Janice’s room to peep at her. 

I like it that she still remain in her school uniforms after school. Sometimes studying in them at her desk, sometimes lying on her bed with her PE attire with her back facing the door. 

I would pause a couple of seconds longer to stare at her long smooth legs as the dangled up in the air as she flipped through her books. 

The excitement within me is beyond my own comprehension at that time. I hear from Meng Janice has a boyfriend, someone older than her, a blonde hair gangster from some prominent gang or something. 

I envy him. Just the thought of being able to hold Janice’s hand gets my heart pumping. I want to hold Janice’s hand, to go to the arcade, maybe watch a movie, eat at a fast food restaurant or maybe even visit the ice skating rink. 

Little did I expect my little bubble to be burst by her not too long after. 



My innocence was taken away by Janice all in the name of experimentation. 

I remember that afternoon, it was gloomy with overcast skies. 

There was a thunderstorm building up and Meng and I just went through the entire bareknuckles 3 again. We made instant noodles and settled our afternoon tea. 

It was coming to 3.30pm and Meng says he’s tired and he wants to take a nap. 

He climbed onto his bed and within minutes, was snoring away. 

I don’t mind, I was still collecting rings with Sonic the hedgehog. I don’t mind gaming alone. 

Janice was already back in her room almost an hour ago. 

I continued to play until I saw Janice appeared at the door of her brother’s room. 

She looked at her snoring brother before gesturing for me to stop playing. 

James : err… ok… I never on the volume… am I disturbing you ? 

Janice asked me to follow her. 



She was dressed in her white PE t-shirt with her school crest prominently perked up by her full breast. I could see the hint of the pink bra she was wearing underneath. 

That same level of excitement hit me again as I followed Janice to her room. 

She motioned for me to be quiet and she closed the door. 

I watch her turn the lock and I stared at her. 

James : What’s happening ? …everyting ok ? 

Janice sat down on her bed and crossed her legs. 

She looked at my body as if she was appraising a piece of meat. 

The next question that left her mouth left me puzzled. 

Janice : You got masturbate before ? 



James : Huh??... what is that…. You mean master bedroom ?? 

I swear I had absolutely no clue as to what Janice was saying back then. 

The term is foreign to me. I’ve never heard of it before. 

Janice : Don’t lie to me…. I’m warning you… 

She pointed a finger at me as if determined to label me a liar. 

James : I… I really don’t know what you talking about….what you mean ?? 

Janice took a deep breath and I saw her look at the door. 

Then she said something that shocked me totally. 

Janice : take off your pants… 

James : why ? 

Janice : take it off ! … or you can forget about coming my place to play games in the future… 

I hesitated and I’m honestly scared but I didn’t know what to do. 

I like Janice, she’s very pretty and in the end I did as I was told. 



I removed my pants and let it dropped to the ground. 

Janice : Your underwear too…. Take it off.. 

James ; But… but… 

Janice : do it !.... 

I was feeling distressed. I don’t remember feeling that way ever before in my life. It’s a stressful and scary situation. 

I really don’t know what was happening. 

In the end I removed my underwear, revealing my bare and small cock to Janice. I was very conscious of my private part. I’ve heard that some of my friends had started to grow pubic hair, but not for me. 

There is only the hint of a couple of small strands. I’ve seen some of my friends with a whole bush at the urinal before. 



I was literally shaking. 
Janice took a look at the door before pointing her finger in my face again. She warned me not to say a word. 

Janice : You say anything about this… I will make sure you die… you can forget about ever coming over to my place for games… I will make sure Meng stop asking you along or hang out with you…. You hear me ?!! 

I nodded, too petrified to even move. 

I’m really just an innocent geek in class. I was one of the nerds, my life revolves around books and games, that’s all there is to my life. 

Janice lifted my shirt a little to take a closer look at my cock. I felt so embarrassed showing her my private. I was very conscious of my inadequacy, I used to think having a lot of pubic hair is a sign of masculinity. 

I felt Janice touch my dick and I squirmed. 

Janice ; Don’t move… I just want to see… ! 

I remained still as Janice held onto my cock like she was looking at a strange creature in her palm. The feeling I was getting, I don’t know how to describe. 

I really don’t know. 



It’ this excitement, this anticipation, and all of it mixed with fear and uncertainty. Then I felt my cock undergo a transformation. 

Something is happening to it. It started to get harder. It started to get longer. 

Blood pumped into my cork, making it swell up and hard. I was afraid. I don’t understand what is happening but the feeling is good. It feels good for that to happen. 

Janice continued to look at it then she bent forward to smell my dick. 



I was really freaking out by then but I didn’t know what to do. 

Janice held onto my cock, forming a ring with her fingers then she started to stroke me. 

That feeling is out of this world, it’s something I have never felt before. It’s so comfortable. After a few seconds of stroking, Janice put her mouth to my dick. 

James : what are you doing ?? what are you doing !! 

Without hesitation, Janice took my cock into her mouth and I was on the verge of crying. I was so scared, I was afraid she will bite me but that feeling. The warmth of her mouth, the tightness of the suction and the wet lick of her tongue on my dick. 

I experienced a blowjob for the first time ever that day. 

James ; arghhhhh… 

I moaned out in a mix of pleasure and fear. 

Janice suck me a few times before asking me if it feels good. 

I nodded my head. She then tried other ways to sucking and licking my cock, asking me to give her an indication of which one feels better. 

I did as she asked. 



Does it feel better to suck at the tip ? 
Is it better if she suck the whole cock ? 

Do I like it more if she leaves her saliva on or suck me dry with each stroke ? 

Do I like it if she play with my balls ? 

Questions like this came with each attempt to play with my cock. 

I know. I really do. She’s not doing this for me. 

I’m just a toy to her. An experiment. 
She’s doing this to impress her gangster boyfriend. 

The one with blonde hair that hangs out at that cool arcade. 
The one that can ace all 3 levels of Daytona racing game. 


The whole ordeal lasted for about 15 minutes before I was allowed to put my shorts back on. 

Janice warned me again before I left her room drenched in perspiration. 



Janice ; You will take this to your grave you hear me… !.... don’t you dare tell anyone… I make sure no one will believe anything you say !! 

I nodded, more freaked out than ever. 

Then moment I left, I went to Meng’s room grabbed my bag and left. 

It was a traumatising experience for me but the feeling I had. That mouth thing, kissing and sucking. It feels really good. It gave me ideas, I wanted that feeling again. 

I wanted to recreate the feeling. I started to touch myself while imagining Janice is the one doing it for me. 

I did not say anything to Meng when we met the next day. 

I could feel myself getting worried whenever I head to Meng’s house after that incident. When Janice saw me, she would sometimes give me a stern look as if to remind me of our little secret. 

Sometimes she would pull my hair, warning me close to my face. I could smell her breath on my face when she does it and I like it. 


It never happened again but I was already broken. 

My head has never been the same again. I started to do weird things. 
I got bolder. 

I would steal Janice’s panty home to sniff them. Sometimes when Janice is in the shower, I would take her school uniforms to smell and even lick the bits near her armpits. 

I even put her worn socks in my mouth once. 

It got to the point whenever I’m at Meng’s place, I wished my friend would fall asleep. 

When I got access to the internet in the middle of secondary 3, my world became a whole lot bigger. I learnt how to masturbate and cum. 
I would even steal Janice’s worn bra after school, taking a particular interest for her bras on the days she has PE lessons. 

That smell of her sweat, that scent, I will never forget. 


I would promptly return her lingerie to the basket the next day when I reach Meng’s place. I’m just so thankful her family does laundry once a week. 

Eventually we all grow up. 

Life goes on. 

I completed my O levels, went to a good junior college and to university. 

I had girlfriends, flings, and fuck buddies along the way. I objectified women as my tools for sexual gratification. I was never interested in a relationship, it’s either you are ok with satisfying me sexually or we can all move on. 

Blessed with naturally good looks, I had my share of fun over the years. 

Married women, colleagues, sweet young interns, I fucked them all. 



Yet there is still a hollow bit within my heart. 

It feels as if something is missing. 

Janice. I blame her for me turning out in that manner, I blame her for corrupting my mind.

Every now and then I would think of Janice. Picture her in her school uniforms and me taking her on her bed. 

In the blink of an eye, a couple of decades flew by. 


I’m now in my mid thirties and a high flyer in a multinational company. 
I have a team of 22 staff managing operations in Asia excluding Japan. 

Life has been good to me. 

Being single also allowed me to concentrate on my career. At age 35, I have a fully paid up 2 bedroom condo in bukit timah which is being rented out. 

I chose to stay with my parents in their HDB flat. There’s more than enough space for me. I have a company car, they pay for the cashcard and the gas, and I fly every month for meetings with other smaller teams stationed abroad. 

It was one of the best period in my life. 

I just didn’t know it would get better. 


A lot better. 

My boss from Europe gave me a call, saying that I will be getting a deputy. 
I have a choice of 2 candidate. Both females. 

HR will be in touch and I was to evaluate their performance over the course of 6 months. With a deputy in place, my boss was hoping I can work on getting a foothold in the middle eastern country within the next 30 months. 

I did not have time to go through the credentials of the candidate but the girls arrived and HR wanted me to meet them. 

My colleague from HR told me there was an obvious candidate base on experience and qualifications but I will have the last say. They will be working with me eventually. 


James : Ok sure…. Bring them in. 

When the door opened, I felt as if a stone had been dropped on my chest. 

2 ladies, both looking amazingly hot in a tight body hugging dress and heels entered my office. 

Our eyes met and I immediately set my eyes on one of them. 

She saw me. 


Her eyes. 

She recognised me. 

I could sense the hesitation in her steps. 

HR made the introductions and I could see her avoiding my eyes.

I could feel a burning desire building inside my body. 

That anger, that bottled up emotions. Everything is pushing for a release. 


HR : James, this is Cheryl…. 

Cheryl : Hi…


James : Hi… nice to meet you…. 

HR : And this is Janice…. She used to be head of operations in Cambodia, and she comes highly recommended by Spencer… 

Spencer. Ah… my brother from a different mother. That crazy bastard brought me to the craziest spots in Thailand and Cambodia. I’ve worked with him for almost 7 years. 

His recommendations are never wrong but this. 

This is something different. 


This is personal. 

I spoke with Cheryl alone for 30 minutes before I sent Janice in. 

I would see her hesitation once more. I bet she never thought the things she did during her younger days would come back to hunt her. 

Janice : Hi…. Hi James… 


James : Hi Janice…. Sit… 

She sat, crossed her legs and rest her hands on her thigh. 
She has grown more beautiful over the years, womanly charm oozes from her no matter which angle you look. 

Her figure is still as good as I remembered. 

James : How’s Meng ? 

Janice : good… good… he’s a doctor now….

I nodded. 



A moment of awkward silence followed and Janice broke the silence first. 

Janice : I’ve always been a straight talker… I don’t see why this should change anything….. I want this position…. 

I nodded expressionless. 

Janice : I need this position…. I’ll do anything… 

I looked at Janice in her eyes. She is well aware of the transaction at stake. 

James : Say that again. 


I watched Janice swallow a gulp of her saliva and she repeated her last statement. 

Janice : I’ll…… I’ll do anything…. 


If there is one thing I learnt in adulthood, is that the most powerful tool at your disposal is leverage. 

With the right leverage, you can do anything. 


Anything. 


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My wife is my job security

This is a work of fiction 

Story is original
Materials taken off the net 
All pictures used in story are censored. 
Search keyword for uncensored set are available in footnote of story.
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What do you do when you realised an inconvenient truth ? 

That your wife is the only reason you get to keep your job.
To make things worse, you are made to choose and to sit through a step by step presentation of what your wife did.


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This piece offers some choices for the reader. You can decide which presentation you want to sit through and open the respective file to finish the 2nd half of the story. 
There are multiple paths, but they all lead to the same ending. 

Knowing that your wife's body is the reason you made it through the financial crisis

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My wife is the most amazing woman ever and everyday when I wake up beside her, I ask myself the same question. 

What did I ever do to deserve her ? 
I love my wife. 

I really do. 

She is the world to me. 

Felicia is my soulmate, my best friend and most importantly, the woman that I married. I know she loves me for who I am, for the simple man inside me. 

When I got to know Felicia as colleagues, we hit it off right away. 

I admit it was her looks at first attracted me to her. 

Felicia’s curvy body and sexy legs gave me an erection every time I look at her but other than secretly lusting for her at a distance, I did nothing else. 

Why is that so ? 

That’s because of how inferior I feel I am compared to Felicia. 

She joined the company as a junior executive while I’m just a nobody technician.

She’s better educated, she looks so good, she’s classy in her behaviour, it immediately puts her at a level above me. She speaks English so well while I had to struggle to communicate with my broken Singlish with my superiors. 

I was secretly thankful that we work in different departments, so that when we past each other along the corridor, she will not know how incompetent I am.

I am an incompetent man, I’m very simple minded. I don’t know how to say things that my superiors like to hear. What made it worst was I just kept top myself and do my own work whereas my fellow colleagues were all street smart enough to choose tasks that were more visible to the management. 

It leapfrogged them to promotions and wage increase while I remained where I was for almost 3 years. 

I know people secretly called me the company loser. 

I don’t blame them. Sometimes I too think I am a loser as well. 

It’s as if I’m contented just living my life out quietly, earning a 2k wage that increases by $20 a year. 

My life changed for the better on the 2nd year of Felicia joining the company. She was transferred to my department and she could tell right away who the genuine workers were. 

She knew I had the most experience while some were just trying to muddle their way through the company. Felicia placed more emphasis on me and gave me more responsibilities. 

More visible ones that is. 

What made her so good was that she managed to play everyone perfectly. In a good way I mean. 
She balanced it all out. Not only did she lay the path for me to get promoted, she handled superiors well. Felicia is the darling of the company. 

Everyone liked her. With the way she looks, there’s no lack of indecent proposals from more senior managements, especially the Caucasians. 

Regional bosses would fly in just to have a chat with Felicia, offers of overseas positions would soon follow but Felicia would turn them down. She knew. 
She knew the offers are not to be taken at surface value. 

There are additional terms and conditions attached to it. Some of the prettier staff have taken up the offer. Many of them comfortably set for life. 

Just need to spread your legs for a year or two, come back to Singapore and you’re set for a senior management position. Not to forget the money and bonus.

It was around this period that Felicia and I hooked up. 

She’s tired of having to play the office politics game everyday at work and there’s nothing more she looked forward to than to have a simple meal with me after work.

I loved everything about Felicia. 
The way she looked, the way she dressed. The way she carried herself. 

I’m always in simple jeans and a polo T but not Felicia. She wore dresses and heels that would give men an erection in a heartbeat. 

There is so much attention on her and for come weird magical reasons, Felicia love me. The affection she showed, the way she looks at me. There’s no way of lying about that. 

When news of Felicia and I getting together spread, people were dumbfounded. No one believed for a moment. Not even our CEO. 

By the time we announced our low-key engagement, Felicia was already an assistant regional manager making 3 times my pay. 

I got promoted twice ever since I got closer to Felicia and even then, my pay barely touched 2.8k. I’m only a simpleton with a barely recognised diploma from a dubious school run out of a makeshift school. 

I know where I stand. 6 years at the company and I manage to get the 2.8k pay, I’m already very happy and contended. 

Felicia and I got married. We did not hold a big banquet, just a low-key buffet with close friends. We did what all couples did in Singapore, we got a flat in the suburbs. 

Everyday after work, we would cook a simple meal, and cuddle up in front of the TV catching HongKong serial dramas. 

We have no plans for kids or to start a family. We’re just happy with life the way it is for us. 

Work, travel twice a year. Doing whatever we wanted to do. 

Then our lives came crumbling down in 2008. When the great financial crisis hit, everything went south. 

Retrenchments were on the table and rumours abound that many of us will not make it through the year. 

Word is my entire department is going to be let go and the work outsourced to another company. 

Felicia tried her best to work something out for me, but it was no use. 

The decision came at the highest level. All 32 of us in my department are to be let go. I stared blankly at the letter that came from HR. 

All the years I’ve given the company and it comes down to this. 

Some of my colleagues cried. 

Not only my department is affected, everyone is. Felicia had to take a 20% pay cut, and 40% of her team were asked to leave.

It was a terrible period for everyone. 

When I met my wife at the carpark for a chat after I cleared my locker, she cried, hugging onto me at a corner of the empty carpark. 

Felicia : I’m sorry… I’m sorry…. 

James : It’s ok… it’s ok….i’m lucky enough to be able to stay in this job for so long… 

We were discussing plans, our housing loans, how much savings we have. We are ok. We have always been thrifty with our finances but with one half of the couple without a job, it’s bound to rattle some nerves. 

Felicia and I agreed to talk in detail after work and we parted ways. I headed for the exit with a recyclable bag while my wife started walking back to the lobby. 

I could hear the piercing scream of her phone ringing and the sound of her sweet voice answering the call echoed out in the carpark. 

Felicia : really ? …. Yes… yes please…. Thank god… please… thank you so much…. Thank you… thank you…. Thank you…. I really owe you a meal on this Ethan…..thank you… ok…alright… I’ll see you in Hong Kong next week… cheers… 

I could hear that chirp in my wife’s voice as she started running towards me in her high heels. 

She looked visibly relaxed and there was no hiding the happiness in her face. 

James : what happened ? … what is going on… 

My wife hugged me and she told me she got me another position in the company. 

It’s a low position but she pulled some strings. I’ll be attached to a administrative support team. Pay isn’t great but at 2.2k, it’s not bad. 

Felicia : you can start tomorrow…. I think you know some of the people there…. Auntie Dolly….. Mike…

James : Yes.. yes.. I know them…. Wow… how… how did you… 

Felicia : called in a few favours… but all is good… hahaha… 

We embraced in the carpark for a few more seconds and agreed to have a nice meal to celebrate. 


Things like this really shows what it means to be connected. 
You have the necessary networks and strings to pull. 

This is why they say working in general, it’s never about how well you do your work, it’s who you know. 

Over the next couple of months, more news of the economy hitting shit bottom started to flow in and a few of my friends have also lost their job. 

I was truly lucky. 

Job security is something I cannot take for granted. 

I like my new role in the new department. My colleagues are nice and there is no office politics at play. We are all simple folks. The department deal with the administrative aspects of the management including booking of air tickets and accommodation for their travel needs. 

The requests come in through the system, we will get the documents sorted out with the appointed tour agency for the tickets and the rooms. Simple stuff. 

There is also the more mundane stuff that involves sorting mail for each department, but all is good. 

I enjoy my work and working at the same company as my wife also meant I get to see her every now and then for lunch or to take the same train home. 

It was when I chanced upon a weird email on my colleagues’ computer one day when I realised something might be off. 

That colleague is Ethan. A senior associate in the office and if you remembered, he was the one I heard my wife talking to on the day I was retrenched. 

I was in his office changing the toner for his personal printer during lunch break. I came back from lunch earlier that day because I ate alone. My colleagues have their own plans and Felicia needed to go for a meeting off site in the morning. 

Since I saw a request for the toner to be changed at Ethan’s printer, I took one from the storeroom and got right to it. 

His terminal is on the screen saver mode and while reaching for a tissue on his desk, I accidentally hit his mouse. 

I froze. 

I could feel a lump in my throat as I stared at the screen. 

The wallpaper that Ethan was using is a picture of someone I know. 

It’s my wife. 











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