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Originally Posted by
TobeNice
Me want nurse ctc. can pm me??
Even if I could PM you her contact, I won’t. This thread is about sharing of experiences, not contacts…
It won’t be fair to the girl if I gave out her number at will…
Please go the the FL Dome or something…
Apologies for the long absence. Some stuff happened recently.
In case anyone is wondering, I did not meet up with Tina since the last
encounter. Not yet anyway.
I have also temporarily moved out of Shirley’s house after National Day and
have been staying in camp since then. I’m not sure if this is going to be a
permanent thing, but I’ve not contacted her since then, and she has not
contacted me.
It’s funny, what happened really.
What we had was a supposed non-exclusive relationship. She apparently did
not mind me still meeting Jenny and whoever else I met.
We were supposed to catch the National Day fireworks but it didn’t happen.
Basically, we had an argument on the way to lunch while I was driving.
S: Why are you like this?
Me: Like what?
S: Why do you sleep with other girls?
Me: Er.
S: I know we aren’t together, but I think I deserve more.
Me: What do you want from me?
S: I don’t know. But this isn’t working.
Me: I don’t see anything wrong with it.
S: You think it’s ok to sleep with another girl while you still sleep with
me? Or two? Or three?
Me: Look. We agreed that we aren’t “steady” or anything…
S: That doesn’t mean I sleep around too ok?
Me: I never said you couldn’t-
S: What do you think I am? A slut?!
Me: Let me finish. I never said you couldn’t live your own life.
S: That’s it?
Me: What? You don’t meet enough guys? You don’t sleep around?
S: I don’t.
Me: Well, I don’t know and I don’t really care what you do.
S: What do you take me for then? One of your sperm banks?
Me: What?
S: I GAVE YOU MY FUCKING VIRGINITY!
Me: You can’t use that against me. You seduced me.
S: YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! I LIKED YOU SO MUCH AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT
ME???
I wondered if it was that time of the month again. Which was weird as even
when she was PMS-ing, she never acted like this.
Me: Why are we even arguing about this?
Shirley was more or less tearing now, progressing into sobs.
S: Do you even like me?
Me: Well…
S: You can’t even answer the fucking question.
Me: What’s wrong with you?
S: What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Haven’t I been nice enough
to you? Aren’t my blowjobs good enough? My pussy tight enough?
Me: What’s sex got to do with it?
S: If you thought I’m good enough, you wouldn’t sleep around…
Me: For the last time, we aren’t a couple…
S: All these months I’ve endured, thinking one day you’d change, ask me to
be yours and yours alone. I guess I was wrong.
Me: That isn’t fair.
S: Have you been fair to me?
Me: Well…
S: Do you use condoms when you fuck your other slut?
Me: Er, no…
S: So I’m really not that special after all…
Me: Did I give you a STD?
S: No.
Me: Then?
S: Then what?
Me: What’s the problem now?
S: I’m not your fuck buddy. I’m not your sex slave. Not someone you can fuck
and drop and go to someone else and come back to me.
Me: And?
S: I want an answer now. Either you choose me and no one else, or get out of
my life.
Me: That’s not something I can answer now…
S: Then I think we should separate.
Me: What?
S: Get out of my house.
Me: Are you serious?
S: I don’t want to see you again.
I was already quite pissed off.
Me: Fine. You don’t even know what exactly you want. Don’t take it out on
me.
I turned around and drove back to her flat, packed my essentials and left,
throwing the housekeys at her.
Me: When you know what you want, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll clear the rest
of my stuff another day.
She did not reply and I left.
Over the extended period I self-confined myself in camp, I had enough time
to think about things. What I really wanted in life and such.
I decided that maybe I should really give Shirley a chance and perhaps
salvage whatever relationship we had left.
I tried calling her over a few days, but the calls were rejected and texts
went unanswered.
It got me thinking about what the fuck was going on?
It was almost a month since I left her place and was hiding in camp. She
never did contact me even once. Suddenly I was a little worried.
Did she find someone new?
Did she lose it and kill herself?
I made a trip down to her place and saw that the house was dark. Ringing the
door bell and knocking yielded no reply either. On my way back to the car
park, I checked the mailbox but it appeared empty. So she was around
somewhere but deliberately avoiding me.
Maybe I should give up.
I turned my attention back to work. Due to my injuries, I was no longer the
stand-in Platoon Sergeant, and the admin job they tried to make me do did
not really work out either. Thankfully, my CSM and OC sort of understood my
situation and I was tasked to assist my CQMS as there was some sort of
logistics audit coming up.
Seriously I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. The only time I
encountered anything to do with logistics was liaising with the CQMS for
ration indents, and ad-hoc requests for loaning stores. I never lost or
damaged any equipment before thus I never signed the dreaded 1226. Or was it
1222?
In any case, my CQMS and I were relatively close, having been batch mates in
BMT and SISPEC, and we went our separate ways after that. Sadly, he suffered
an injury and downgraded, eventually becoming a CQMS. I was kind of
surprised that to see him on the day he posted to my unit a couple of months
back after finishing his course, but at least I had another smoking/drinking
buddy now.
Helping him out in the store was quite fulfilling actually, as I was
learning new things. And it’s pretty funny to have him call me sergeant even
though we are only 1 rank apart and were from the same batch. He even tried
to con me to revocate to a supply supervisor but I declined, preferring to
remain on the combatant track until it was certain that I would never
recover.
Anyway, I was busy the entire week helping out with the stores and it helped
me forget whatever was going on between me and Shirley.
On Friday evening, I was slacking in my bunk since I had nothing better to
do. My bunkmates PS3 had been removed due to the upcoming audit and the TV
would not work without the “rabbit-ears”.
The CQMS, let’s call him Alex, came over to my bunk for a chat.
A: Hey. It’s the weekend. Not going home?
Me: I don’t have a home.
A: Seriously?
Me: Nope. But I’ve been staying in for the past 2 weeks.
A: Something happened?
Me: Yeah…
A: Must be girls.
Me: One girl.
A: That’s it? I thought you had loads of girls?
Me: Not really.
A: Haha. Ok. So you are just gonna stay in on a Friday night?
Me: Why not?
A: Go out la.
Me: Where? And with who?
A: Do you still club?
Me: Not really.
A: Got go LSB before or not?
Me: What’s that? A new club?
A: Lup Sup Bar la.
Me: Cool name. But no.
A: Seriously?
Me: No. I haven’t been to a Lup Sup Bar.
A: Oh ya. I forgot how easy it is for you to get girls…
Me: No la. Where got easy. I’m just lucky. Or maybe I’m unlucky…
A: Whatever la. You no girlfriend right?
Me: Don’t think so…
A: Huh. What kind of answer is that? It’s either a yes or a no.
Me: Ok. No. No girlfriend. For now.
A: Haha. Ok. So you want to go or not?
Me: Go where?
A: Got a few LSB la. You choose one la.
Me: Huh. Don’t want la.
A: Go la. You worked so hard this week…
Me: Wah lau eh. You mean when I was a sect comd and stand-in PS I was
slacking?
A: Haha. Different kind of work I was a sect comd once ok?
Me: Ya la.
A: So how? I got a few bottles open at a few places…
Me: How does this work again?
A: Go in, get a room, sing karaoke, drink, teh neh-neh. Have fun.
Me: Er… Don’t this girls go from room to room?
A: Isn’t that the fun of it? Different girls every few minutes!
Me: Where do you normally go?
A: Usually it’s Armani or KSP.
Me: Never heard of them.
A: Mostly viet chicks la. Some quite hot…
Me: So?
A: If you are generous enough with your tips, you can negotiate further…
Me: Dude, I never had to have to pay for sex. I don’t see why I should start
now…
A: Sometimes no need to pay la. Depends how you talk to the girl lor.
Me: You got to be kidding. This kind of thing where got no need to pay?
A: Serious. I tried before.
Me: But you paid her before right?
A: Er. Ya.
Me: So what’s the difference?
A: Now it’s free lor.
Me: Wait. I remember that you were attached when we were in SISPEC…
A: Ya. Still attached.
Me: And you do all this?
A: Why not?
Me: Never mind.
A: So you wanna go or not?
Me: Er. Let me take a shower first then I’ll decide.
A: Ok.
I grabbed my towel and toiletries. Alex lit a cigarette.
Me: Nabei! Don’t smoke in my bunk can? Encik walk by we both die.
He opened the door and walked, pointing to the car park lots at company
line.
A: Brother. Now what time. All go home liao la. Friday night.
I had a feeling it was going to be an interesting night…
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Originally Posted by
Xensualize
Hey TS it has been nearly 10 days since you last posted. Is everything fine or have your flings found out about this story? (;
good question… i haven’t been in contact with Shirley for quite awhile, and even if Jenny knows, she hasn’t said anything…
the next installment should be up soon i guess…
After my shower, I returned to my bunk to see Alex fiddling with the
television. He had gotten a set of rabbit-ears antenna and was trying to
tune the set.
Me: Hey. Where did you get that?
A: My store lor.
Me: You had extra and you didn’t share?
A: You never asked.
Me: Ok. Leave it here then.
A: No prob.
Me: Eh. The place we going must wear jeans ah?
A: No need la. Fat wallet can liao.
Me: Sure or not?
A: Sure la.
Me: Ok.
I rifled through my bag to find a presentable pair of jeans, having been
wearing berms or PT kit to book into camp all this while. I guess it helped
that I had no permanent home now and most of my stuff was in camp.
I put on a pair of faded jeans and a polo tee and signalled to Alex.
Me: Let’s go.
A: You driving?
Me: I guess. Why not?
A: Not going to drink?
Me: Not much.
A: Drink la. My treat. You helped me so much this week, especially with
controlling my lazy storemen.
Me: Huh. It’s ok la. You were to nice to them.
A: Have to be la. They serve 2 years only, if I’m nasty they won’t work for
me.
Me: But you are nice and they are still lazy. Sometimes you need to fuck
them a bit la.
A: Yes Platoon Sergeant!
Me: Nabei. I’m not a Platoon Sergeant.
A: But you clear PS course liao right?
Me: Ya. But no PS appointment for me yet.
A: Then you stand-in PS leh?
Me: Stand-in only la. There’s someone else next in line.
A: Oh. Then now how? Your injury?
Me: LLST lor. What to do? If I can’t recover then I don’t upgrade lor.
A: Seriously la. Come to supply side. We need people.
Me: Don’t want la. I can’t do such jobs. That time they put me in S1 branch
I almost punched the CPL.
A: Think of your health, you can’t be a combatant forever. Especially with
an injury.
Me: Look at our RSM and CSMs. They were injured before. Yet they still can
achieve.
A: Our generation is different la. They only know how to do this job, that’s
why they do it well.
Me: So?
A: We are educated. We are adaptable.
Me: Why are we talking about this?
A: Dunno. You seem like you need counselling.
Me: I’m fine la. Anyway I thought we were going to have some fun?
A: I thought you don’t like to pay for your fun?
Me: Well, I suppose there’s a first-time for everything.
A: Please don’t tell me you are a KTV virgin.
Me: Ya la. I never gone to such places before.
A: Haha. Tonight, I’ll make sure you have fun.
Me: Let’s get going then.
A: Go eat dinner first la. We go Beach Road there and eat la. Then maybe can
check out the Thai Disco.
I locked up my bunk and we headed out of camp to catch a cab to beach road.
We arrived at Beach Road slightly around 830 and headed for the food centre
more commonly known as Army Market.
I headed to my favourite stall on the 2nd floor and ordered my usual dish. I
went back to the table to see that Alex had already ordered beer.
Me: So fast start drinking?
A: Why not?
Me: I didn’t know you could drink beer in a hawker centre.
A: Eh, don’t act like some guai kia can or not?
Me: Really la.
A: Got go Geylang before or not?
Me: Nope.
A: Sure or not?
Me: Ya la.
A: Later if got no good chicks I bring you go Geylang la.
Me: For what?
A: To fuck la! If not what? Eat beef hor fun and frog porridge ah?
Me: Basket. Stop suanning me la.
A: You don’t act innocent la. Haha.
Me: I’m not! This is different.
A: Ok la. So Thai disco? Or you want to Viet girls?
Me: Anything la. You said you got open bottles where?
A: Alot la.
Me: Which one more fun?
A: Go Armani lor.
Me: Viet girls can speak English?
A: Some can. See your luck la. You can sing?
Me: Sing?
A: Karaoke la. Like that we go Armani la. You drink Martell right?
Me: I drink anything la.
A: Ok. I call my friend to book a room.
Me: Eh. Only 2 of us ah? Damn gay.
A: What gay sial? So many girls.
Me: Who else coming?
A: You know the other CQ?
Me: Which one? Keng or Yazid?
A: Keng. He’s meeting us there. You think Yaz will come ah? He’s married
with 3 kids la.
Me: He is? Isn’t he around our age?
A: Younger.
Me: 3 kids??
A: You know la. Shotgun. Twins.
Me: Chey. Anyone else?
A: Don’t know la. Go there then see la. I already booked a medium room.
Me: What time you wanna go?
A: Wah still early la. Why so anxious?
Me: Getting tired already la.
A: Wah lau. I only bought 2 bottles of beer and you are tired.
Me: It’s been a long day la. Long week in fact. And I want to go there and
relax.
A: Ok ok. We finish up then go.
We finished our beer and left the hawker centre.
Me: Where is this Armani?
A: Just follow me la.
Me: Can walk there ah?
A: Ya. Remember to draw money ah.
Me: How much?
A: Up to you la. For tips.
Me: How much you normally give?
A: Again, up to you la. You like the girl, give more lor. Draw tens, not
fifties.
Me: Ok.
We ended up at the ATMs along Key Point and I drew the cash.
Alex led me through the side road and into a side entrance. We took the lift
up to the fifth floor and headed up an escalator. The bouncer greeted him at
the door and he went to the counter to register. I overheard him ordering
another 3 bottles of Martell.
Me: Bro, so few of us, why order so much?
A: Cannot finish can keep la.
Me: Ok.
A waiter led us to a room somewhere along the first corridor. I glanced over
at the stage where a singer was singing a mandarin song. We entered the room
and I gladly plonked myself down onto the sofa.
A: Coke or green tea?
Me: Er, both la.
A: 2 jugs each enough for now right?
Me: I guess so…
Alex ordered and we settled down. He grabbed the remote for the karaoke
system.
A: Do you sing?
Me: Not really?
A: Can sing chinese song or not?
Me: I’d rather sing English.
A: Ok.
He tossed me the remote.
A: You choose la.
I browsed through the selection and realised that it was not very good.
Eventually I settled on Bryan Adams Please Forgive Me.
A: Eh bro, don’t emo leh.
Me: No la. I like the song.
A: You still thinking about that girl ah?
Truthfully I was. I still wanted Shirley, having had the most feelings for
her.
A: Don’t depress la bro. Forget everything. There are so many girls here.
I ignored him and started singing.
The waiter reappeared with the mixers and a bucket of ice. Another waiter
entered as well, carrying 5 bottles. He took some glasses and coasters from
the cabinet below the karaoke set.
Alex thanked them, poured me a drink and handed it over to me.
A: Cheers.
I took a gulp and nearly choked.
Me: Wah lau. How strong is this?
A: First glass strong la. Come, we tah.
I finished the rest in a few gulps and set the glass down. I felt the cognac
rushing to my head.
Alex was at the door signalling to a few hostesses who were outside.
A: How bro? One or two?
Me: Er. One?
It did not matter. He invited four girls in. Two of them immediately sat
next to me. I could not understand what they were saying.
Me: Bro. I thought you said they can speak mandarin?
A: Not all la.
I turned to my left and right to check out the girls next to me. One was
relatively voluptuous, wearing a low-cut kind of dress, showing off her
generous cleavage. The other was more demure, and wore a spaghetti tank top
with a denim skirt. Both ran their hands on my thighs. I felt strangely
aroused. I turned to Alex.
Me: Bro, what do I do?
He did not reply. I looked over and saw that he was clearly enjoying
himself, one hand on the inner thigh of one girl, and the other grabbing the
boob of the other girl whom he was frenching. Must be his regular girl.
Oh well, I guess I should just go with the flow.
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Originally Posted by
mclovin
hey bro… dun give up on shirley… based on ur story she really likes u and cares for u… keep on looking for her… apologize for all the mistake u have done… also apologize for throwing the keys on her… u already have a fair share of pleasure…. maybe u should think of settling down
maybe when ur angry, just keep quite and control yourself…. later u do things u will regret
I guess it’s the cooling off period. She’s not replying to my texts or answering my calls. Well, as they say, there are many fish in the ocean…
Quote:
Originally Posted by
mclovin
yeah bro there are many fish in the ocean, but many of them are not gf material
i hope u get back together again…
thanks bro, we’ll see if she ever replies…
I tried talking to either girl in english then mandarin but apparently they
could not understand. I eventually gave up. I contemplated grabbing boobs
but it did not feel right. It felt as though I was molesting some poor
unwilling girl. In any case, the boob of the voluptuous girl was enhanced,
and I did not like hard boobs.
The other girl, however, had nice, small boobs, and I placed my hand on it.
She slapped my hand playfully and I immediately withdrew. She said something
which I did not understand.
A: Bro she’s asking you to choose.
Me: Choose what?
A: Her or her friend la.
Me: Oh. I choose her lor.
Alex said something in Vietnamese and the voluptuous girl left.
The petite girl snuggled up to me. I tried placing my hand on her boob
again. This time she did not resist. I slid my other hand under her top and
rested it on her tummy. My cold hand made her jump in surprise. She pecked
me on the cheek.
A: Bro, french her la.
Me: Huh. Don’t want la.
A: You paiseh issit?
Me: No la.
She kissed my neck, tracing her tongue to my earlobe. I stopped. I was
getting hard, but it just did not feel right. I pushed her away slightly and
reached for the Martell.
A: Bro, why sial?
Me: Doesn’t feel right la.
Alex said something to the girl in Vietnamese. She grabbed at my crotch. I
nearly spilled the Martell.
Me: What the fuck?
The girl said something to Alex.
A: Haha. Bro, you’re hard. So what doesn’t feel right?
The girl said something else to Alex.
A: She asks if you like her.
Me: How I know sial? I barely know her!
A: Do you think she’s pretty?
Me: Ok la.
A: Ok means what?
Me: Ok means ok la!
A: Ok. Chill man. Virgin.
Alex said something to the girl and she laughed. She went over and whispered
something into his ear.
Me: Please don’t tell me you told her I’m a virgin.
A: She said she will teach you.
Me: Basket.
I threw an ice cube at him. He caught it and shoved it into his girl’s
cleavage. She shrieked. My girl whispered something to him again.
A: She say 400. Whole night. Hotel you pay.
Me: Don’t want la.
He said something to her.
A: Ok. 350, excluding tips.
Me: Not interested.
A: Wah. Basket. Then you come for what?
Me: I came to drink. Maybe sing. I don’t feel like molesting unknown girls.
A: It’s not molest la. If it was, you go jail lor.
Me: This is illegal right?
A: I’m not sure. Perhaps. But who cares? I’m having fun. Not sure about you
though.
I gulped down my Martell and poured another mix.
A: Ok. I won’t disturb you. Later Keng come he sure laugh.
The girl eventually left the room, probably in search of another more
willing client. One of Alex’s girls looked at me, as if asking if she should
come over to me. I smiled at her and shook my head.
I probably finished 8 glasses of Martell Coke and sang at least 6 songs very
badly. I wondered how Alex could be playing with the girls for such a long
time. No doubt they did leave periodically to go to other rooms, but didn’t
he feel embarrassed or something? It was nearing midnight and Keng still had
not arrived.
By the time Keng arrived, it was almost 1, and he looked half-drunk.
K: Hello sergeant!
Me: Basket. We are both sergeants la.
K: You still my sergeant la…
Keng was one of my recruits during the mono-intake. I had recommended him to
sign on and he was accepted. He was the typical “fake” beng, not beng but
tried his hardest to act beng.
A: Drunk liao ah?
K: Ya la. Came from Joo Chiat.
Me: You go Joo Chiat for what?
K: Drink lor. Had dinner with a childhood friend. Then went to drink.
A: No wonder you so late.
K: Eh, at least I got come ok?
I stared at the 3 unopened bottles, and the remaining 1.5 bottles.
Keng suddenly grabbed the half empty botte of Martell.
K: Never mind! I drink for you!
He gulped down the entire balance of the bottle.
Alex looked at me.
A: Ok. He’s gone liao.
Me: Ya. Haha.
K: Ok. I need to pee.
Keng rushed out of the room, probably heading to the toilet.
A: Eh so how? You want any of the girls or not?
Me: Don’t want la.
A: Don’t spoiler leh.
Me: You want you go la.
A: Then you go where?
Me: Dunno. Go back camp?
A: Mai siao la. You also can’t go in.
I opened the bottle and poured myself another mix.
Me: Then I stay here and drink till they close lor.
A: You are the most boring person I have ever met.
Me: Nabei.
Alex poured himself a mix.
A: Cheers!
Me: To what?
A: Losing your KTV virginity.
Me: Very funny.
A: Eh but seriously. You want to go or not? I’m getting horny liao.
Me: You horny or not is none of my business.
A: Must release leh. Don’t tell me she touch you you got no reaction meh?
Me: Reaction or erection?
A: Both la.
Me: Abit la.
A: Then don’t wait la. Find the girl you like and fuck only!
Alex went back to his girl, grabbed her tits, and forced his tongue into her
mouth.
A: They damn easy la. Just pay, release, and fuck off.
Me: Nah. No thanks. I’ll chill awhile longer. Besides, Keng just arrived.
A: He’s probably merlion in the toilet la.
Me: Ya man. Drink so much so fast.
A: He’s like that la. Wait for him to come back, he’ll drink again.
True enough, Keng came back, a girl in tow. Or at least I think it was a
girl. She was around my height, and had boobs that appeared to be rock hard.
Me: Eh, girl or ex-guy?
A: Who cares? He happy can liao.
Keng got down to business immediately, forcefully making out with the
“girl”. Alex decided to ignore me too, and went back to his girl.
Truthfully, I was a little envious of them. Of how easy it was for them to
separate their feelings and just have fun. Part of me wanted to be like
them, to see what life was on the other side. But I could not bring myself
to do it. I usually had to have some feelings for the girls I slept with. Or
I had to be absurdly horny to just want to fuck.
I took out my crappy non-camera smart phone and accessed Facebook,
navigating to Shirley’s profile, then her pictures. I realised that we did
not have any pictures together, except for those when she was my uniformed
group trainee, and during camps. But there was no pictures of us alone. I
clicked on her Australian pictures, browsing through till I got to her
surfing pictures. I admired her body for awhile.
Ok. I was horny. Guys have needs.
I closed Facebook and proceeded to type an SMS. But it was not to Shirley.
Me: Hey babe! What r u doing tonite?
And I waited for the reply.