Friday, 27 September 2019

Guess which piece is this meant for


Convicts on death rows given a second chance ? 

Feels like the night's watch already. 






The Naga hunter's oath.

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A dead man I am, i descend into the bowels of this land.

Each breath I draw, is by the grace of the country I serve.

I fear neither the darkness nor the shadows that lurks within.

I cower not, in the face of evil and adversity,

I fight unencumbered, i kill without remorse,

I harbor the weak, I deceive the cunning,

I outwit the brilliant, I outlast the strong,

The resolve of the fallen, fuels my unwavering grit

I am the wall, between the Nagas and men.

I am the wall , till my last breath ends.



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Change of heart is about a man who has everything in his life taken away from him.
His wife, his child, his life.
His quest for revenge landed him a death sentence for murder.

He was ready to go, ready to pay for his crime when an offer came.

An offer to hear his child's heartbeat again.

His child may have passed on, but the organs were donated.


How far would you go, to hear your child's heart beat again ?
What would you do ? Or rather, what would you, not do ?




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Tuesday, 17 September 2019

National service

This is a work of fiction. 



All citizens are equal. 

All citizens must serve. 



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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 women.

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 year.

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 for.
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 some cases.

You can pursue any career you wish, that law states so.

The country has enough men taking up the roles of protecting the country.
There are enough men to man the tanks, to sail the ships, to pilot the planes.

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 short.

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 lab.

Or you can let nature takes it’s course.

Get fucked like how nature intended by another man. A healthy male with good sperms.

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 times.

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 their investment.

On the other hand, if you choose to do it naturally, you only need to do it once.

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 long.

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.


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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 service…

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 perfect body.

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.

One time.

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 than her.

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 from Zanny.

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 months.

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 shaved.

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.

Soon.



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Wednesday, 11 September 2019

A poll for 2020

I mentioned some time back that i could not decide which full length work to develop and release for next year.

I've decided to put it up for a poll

The 1st teaser which i'm sure most of you would have read by now is about Ron and his naga hunters.


The title for that has been decided.
It will be call " Change of heart "  ( COH )


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.

" The house in bukit timah " ( THIBT )

Both teasers are up.

That should give you a rough idea of what to expect in 2020.




Please do check them out in your free time.


Poll up on www.sensualsingapore.com

Scroll down to the bottom if you happen to drop by.

Poll will end in 30 days.


Target to get the introduction of the selected title set up and ready for reading by 1st week of December.

Daily updates begins in Jan 2020 after CNY




James





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Poll closed 14/10/19

The house in bukit timah it is....






Teaser for The house in Bukit Timah


A short teaser..... for THIBT



I was 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.

I adjusted the position of the 2 kids I was carrying.

I was trying really hard not to curse.

One piggy backed behind me and another I was struggling to hold under my right arm.

If anyone sees me, they would probably think I’m a kidnapper or something.

I turned 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.
On their backs were small backpacks that were attached to their body by a lock. There’s no way they can remove them.

Inside each sealed backpack contained half a kg of heroin.

I don’t fucking believe this shit.

How the fuck did we end up in such a situation ?

“ Uncle…. Can you hurry up…. I can see the bad people coming…. There… see “

I panted 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 her.

Her brother on the other hand is a lot more pleasant.

Turning around and looking in the direction which the girl just pointed out to me, I saw what she was referring to.

I could see them.

2 cars just pulled into the carpark below.

I was thankful the road up hill is closed to traffic.

Yiling had 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….

The kids 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…..

I reached into my pocket and gave the remaining of my candies to the elder sister.

The crying stopped immediately as she immediately told her brother they will split the candy when we stopped moving.

I don’t fucking believe this.

3 hours ago I was having the time of my life.

I was 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.

The childcare in which she operated on the sideline had an excursion.

The teachers and children were clapping.

Yiling was smiling and waving, ever so elegant and composed.


Now everything had gone to shit.

The children at Yiling’s childcare is suddenly strapped with goods that she was supposed to sell wholesale.

This is an inside job.

It has to be.

No one would know our schedule and plan to such detail that they could plan this right under our nose.

Half of the men Yiling came with were killed on the spot within the birdpark. I could hear their screams.

We never expected them to take over the whole place and filled it with their men.

The rest that fought, most of them went down covering our retreat.

I still recalled seeing a woman pushing a pram shot one of Yiling’s man in cold blood, narrowing missing her by a hair’s breath.
I knew something was off when Yiling’s closest and most trusted men and women all met with mishaps one after another.

They were thinning the herd and Yiling let her ego get the better of her.

We arrived at an empty hilltop. I set the kids down and caught my breath.

Jackson : anything ?

Yiling had let go of the kids and she was trying to get a signal on her mobile phone.

Those fuckers came prepared. They are not your average thugs.

Somehow they jammed all the mobile signals or they are working with someone who could.

We’re tried several phones when we were in the bird park and none worked.

We could not get any signal.

Yiling : someone is fucking with us…..

Jackson : oh…. You mean now you realised that…

Yiling : shut up…. You…

Jackson : eh…ah…ah.. ah… language… language…. There are kids here….

Yiling 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.

Jackson : get the kids in the building….

Yiling : what about you…. Oh wait.. I got a signal… I got a signal….

Jackson : I’ll hold them off…. Call for help….

Yiling hesitated for a moment as she looked at me.

I know what she’s thinking.

Who can we call ?

Candice is warded in the hospital after that car accident.

Cindy just 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 alive.

I parted ways with Yiling and I went straight for the approaching men.

I could see them panting from the uphill run.

Yiling ushered the kids towards the old restaurant and shouted after me that she will come back out after she hide the kids.

I remained in the centre of the open carpark. There’s no way the men running up would miss me.

I could not believe how much my life has changed within the short span or 2 years.

I started as a driver.

A fucking driver because my friend had fallen sick.

I was fucking covering for a friend.

Before I realised it, I was getting involved in shit I never dreamed I would get involved in.

It took me a while to realise who Yiling is.

I thought 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.

I headbutted 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 him  enough for him to stagger and lose his balance on the slope.

I tackled him and we both tumbled down the road and rolling onto the grass turfing.

Every muscle in my body is aching as I laid on my back and looked at the evening sky.

Jackson : agnnn… fuck….

I’m lucky this 2 are not the professional hitters that first came for us.

They are 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.

Adjusting my 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 behind me.

I grabbed 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.

I kept rolling and tumbling. It’s like it would never end.

I kept falling and turning.

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 head.

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.

Jackson : fuck…. I hope the insurance covers this…. Arghhhhh

I struggled to get back up on my feet and I looked at the uphill road before cursing out loud.

Jackson : fuck …

“ aRHHHHHHHHHHHH!! “ I turned around in time to see the guy who I thought was bleeding and knocked out on the ground coming for me.

We connected with fist over flesh, throwing punches and kicks at each other in an all out brawl.

I got in a strong right hook and I knew I got him.

I never expected him to drag me down with him as he fall.

Everything went dark immediately.

I don’t know what happened.

I must have blacked out for a while.

When I came to, the sky is already dark.

The sun has set.

I looked at my watch.

Jackson : 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.

Something is wrong.

No help came.

The birdpark, with the gunshots, the mayhem, no help came.

I was expecting the place to be swarming with officers and swat teams by now but I was wrong.

The entire region including the hill was pitch dark.

The only light within the vicinity were the street lamps from the expressway a distance away.

I saw headlamps of vehicles turning into the area.

Each one dimming and switching off the headlights the moment they turned into the foot of the hill

Jackson : fuck…

We survived the first wave. I didn’t expect them to send another.

Oh wait. 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.

Then another.

Several men of pretty large built stepped out.

From the gait I could make out immediately who it was.

Russell.

He wobbled and leaned on his cane as he directed his men towards the hill.

That fucker.

This is no help. This is betrayal.

Well, he’s always been at loggerheads with Yiling during the clan meeting.

I never 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 hill.

I was thankful no bones were broken although I was pretty sure I needed stiches for a few of my cuts.

I went to the abandoned restaurant and called out for Yiling.

Jackson : Yiling….. Yiling !...

She popped her head out from a corner and she ran towards me.

Yiling : what the fuck happened to you….

Jackson : Long story…. I’ll survive….

Yiling : help is on the way…..

Jackson : I hope you don’t mean Russell.

Yiling gave me a look of surprise.

Yiling : Russell ?

Jackson : he’s here…. With at least 2 dozen men….

Yiling : Russell …. Are you sure… ?

Jackson : He’s like a walking sumo resting on a cane, I can recognise his gait from a mile away…

Before our discussion could go further, I could hear shouting just down the road.

They’re here.

Jackson : 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.

Jackson : 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 god…

Yiling : don’t worry… we’ll be fine…

Jackson : how so ??

We arrived at the kitchen to see a kid peering out from behind the door.

Yiling smiled reassuringly at the little girl.

Yiling : Don’t worry… everything will be ok….

Yiling gave me an irritated look as if trying to tell me she was doing her best to keep the children calm.


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 use.

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.

Turning to Yiling I said something I should have said a long time ago.

Jackson : I…..Yiling… i……

Yiling : what…. ?

Jackson : I like you…

Yiling 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….

“ argHHH they’re here… they’re in the kitchen !! “

I pushed Yiling back and disarmed the man with a swing of an old cooking pan.


Looking down the corridor, my heart sank as I could see the figures of at least 6 more men heading towards us.

Yiling had the kids out behind her.

Some of them started crying.

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 ground.

The door 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.

Jackson : what…… the…… fuck….

Yiling : stay close….all of you stay close to me !...

Yiling was trying to huddle all the kids together and I could hear more men surrounding the place.

Yiling looked at me, or rather, she looked behind me.

Then she paused.

She blinked twice and I could see her body language change.

Her body straightened.

Her posture relaxed significantly.

It’s as if all her worries were gone with a snap of her finger.

Turning to look down the other corridor, Yiling exhaled and looked visibly pleased as she stepped out of her own high heels.

I always wondered how the fuck she walks with those heels regardless of the terrain.

Yiling reached for her heels and pulled out both of the pointed heel, revealing 2 sharpened spikes I never knew was there.

The men along the corridor were no longer standing.

Most of them were groaning on the ground.

I saw a mysterious figure appear at the doorway.

Then another.

They had 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 eyes.

Horizontal for the woman, and vertical for the man.

The eerie slit glowed in the dark like the eyes of a monster bearing down on you.

The door swung opened hard and I could see at least 4 more men on each side trying to get in.

Jackson : I thought you said you had no help left to call….

Yiling smiled.

Yiling : I called in a favour…..


I could hear Russell’s voice from outside the restaurant.

Russell : 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…

Yiling just smiled as she extended the spikes she removed from her heels.

She spoke alright.

She spoke.

Not to Russell.

Yiling spoke to the children.

Yiling : children….remember what I said earlier….  

Kids : yeesss…..!

Men started to rush into the corridor and I tightened the grip of the cooking pan in my hand.

Yiling exhaled and turned towards me.

Yiling : alright…. Everyone….….. close your eyes….



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Monday, 9 September 2019

Good citizen centre

This is a work of fiction 


All good citizens should be taken care off. 



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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 hand.

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 hand.

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.

37th floor.

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 ordinary ministry.

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 your needs…..

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 !!!AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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….!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!

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 government and…

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 changed.

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 authentication…

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 really tough…..

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 new  construct to order ( CTO ) flats that will be launching at the waterfront site in the new southern waterfront ….

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 sum….

James : are you serious !??

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

Felicia smiled.

Felicia : yes I am…..

James : wow….

Felicia : It’s the least we can do for our good citizens…..

James : I’m…. I’m speechless…..

Felicia continued typing on the terminal before going on.

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.

Felicia  : marital status…. Married or single… your preference….

I was trying not to shake in the broken chair.

James :married…

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 recently…. Married…

I looked at Felicia who maintained expressionless.

I nodded.

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 preference….

 I was nursing a full hard on by then as I look at the 6 pictures of the PHB staff smiling at me.

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….

James : yes… yes… this.. this 1….

Felicia brought up the full profile of the girl of my choice.

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 this….

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 recruitment….

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 town.


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 out photos.

Photos of the PHB staff I’m going to meet tomorrow.

Photos of Elena.













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