Name : Wilson
Age : 29
Gender : Male
Profession : Vice President at a foreign bank
Home : 3-room Condo in the east of Singapore
Marital Status : Married to my dream girl, Claire (aged 25)
I am the typical Singaporean corporate climber that you will see walking along Raffles Place on a daily basis. Luckily for me, I manage to play the corporate game quite well and hence, climb pretty fast to the position of a VP in a top foreign bank at the age of 29. That’s pretty amazing as my peers are still toiling away at the lower rungs of the corporate ladder while I have more or less made it at such a young age.
Being such a high-flyer, I have almost everything going for me. Counting my prized assets would include my $1.5 mil condo, my BMW Z4 convertible, my Patek Philippe watch and of course, my dearest wife, Claire. Yes, she is the love of my life and my priceless asset.
Claire, aged 25. Young and pretty. Very pretty in fact. Tall, slim, hour glass figure, baby face, fair flawless complexion. Her long, slim legs are the best.
As you can see, we are like the “Dream Couple”, with the Chinese saying, capable husband with pretty wife.
So what has all the above got to do with the story I am going to tell? Actually nothing much, other than to brag about myself haha.
Ok enough bragging. Now the story goes……
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Time : Monday morning
Venue : Office
This was a usual Monday morning like any other Mondays. I dropped Claire at her workplace before coming into my office just before 8 am. Claire is a school teacher thus she usually reports at the school 7 plus in the morning. I like to come into office early as that is the only time when I have some peace before the rest of the people come in and the hustle and bustle of the day starts.
As usual, I was the first to reach my office. Our department started work at 9 am so usually people would start to trickle in only at 8.45 am.
I made myself my favourite cup of coffee, the aroma always perk me up. Seated comfortably in my ergonometric-designed armchair, I switched on my laptop. While waiting for the system to boot up, I picked up and run through the documents in my in-tray, left there by my personal assistant.
There was this very conspicuous envelope in my in-tray. It was in dark red. Must be one of those wedding bombs from my staff. I chucked that to the bottom of the pile and started to run through the more important documents first. Went on to clear some emails as my laptop had fully loaded by then.
Finally cleared all the important emails and documents. Glanced at my watch, 9.10 am. By now, the place outside my full-panel glass room was bustling with life. The people were all going about their usual work stuff. I had a total of 40 people reporting to me. 3 teams comprising of about 10-15 pax each, led by an AVP in each team. These were all the crème de la crème in the financial industry. Only the best of the best could work in this bank, and in this department.
I had a rival in the department, that’s George, the other VP that led the other teams. I used to report to George in the past. He was like the incumbent VP in our department, holding that position for the past 5 years, while I rose quickly through the ranks and only gotten to that rank 3 months ago. As expected, George was extremely jealous of my rise in ranks. He was 42 years old, while me 29 years old, but we held the same rank and portfolio. Who wouldn’t feel imbalanced? That was the reason why I need to work even harder to safeguard my position.
Luckily I had my very 3 capable lieutenants with me, Albert, James and Michelle. They were the 3 AVPs in my team who have been with me since day one in the bank. I basically climbed the ladder with them by my side. They were all high-flyers in their own way.
I was sipping onto my coffee while I was taking a break from the emails and documents. I was taking in the battle scene outside, from the serenity in my room. Big contrast.
That’s when my attention got back to the red envelope. Whose wedding could it be?
I opened the red envelope. It read:
“Dear Wilson,
You have been invited to join our exclusive group, known as “The Secret Club”. This is by nomination only, which means you have been specially nominated by someone you know to join this club. The purpose of this club is for the members to come together to enjoy some sexual activity together.
Each and every member in our club must be married. This is to ensure no one would dare to reveal the identity of any members as their involvement would be made known to their spouse as well. This is a cross-binding handle we hold on each other to ensure the secrecy of our club.
You have been nominated by your friend to join this club, and the benefit for your friend is to be able to enjoy sexual pleasure with you. Once you join the club, you will be able to nominate another person of your choice and likewise, if the person does decide to join, you will be able to enjoy the sexual pleasure with that person.
We will also hold events for all members to come together to enjoy sexual pleasure, and whether you want to participate in each of those events is entirely voluntary.
The only condition as a member is to sworn secrecy to any information of the club and its members.
If you want to join the club, all you need to do is to email to
[email protected]
and reply “I would like to join the club” and signs off with your name. All other instructions would be from the email.
If we do not hear from you by noon time tomorrow, we will take it as you have rejected this invitation.
Thank you”
Haha this must be one of those prank letters. Without thinking much, I tore up the letter, crushed it into a ball, and threw it into the dustbin sitting in a corner of my room.
I didn’t think much of it again and went back to my work. From 10 am onwards, my schedule for the day was filled with back-to-back meetings. Meeting with the bosses, meeting with the financial bigwigs from MAS, weekly departmental updates, followed by a cross-bank collaboration meeting at another bank.
By the time my last meeting ended, it was 4.30 pm. I dragged my tired body back to office to clear some stuff before calling it a day.
My goodness, my in-tray was filled with documents again. Since I had about an hour before the day ended, I decided to clear off that pile before I left.
That’s when I saw the piece of paper slotted in nicely in one of our company files. On the exterior of the file, it looked just like any of the other files in my in-tray, with the type-written sticker “For your approval”
The letter inside the file was typed out with the following message:
“Wilson, I saw you tearing the invitation card up this morning. Very disappointed. It’s for real. Hope you can join the club. In case you want to reconsider, just email “I would like to join the club” to
[email protected]
”
That’s when I started to think the invitation was real.
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Originally Posted by
ilikeoldchangke
我来也！！
camping for the banging story.
I meant banking..
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Originally Posted by
Coffeecans
reporting in sir!
Thank you guys, including those that I didn’t quote, thank you for the fast support!
Am trying out a storyline which I have read somewhere sometime back. Can’t remember exactly where I read it, but I loved that storyline. So hopefully I can pull it off well
I looked out from the glass panels of my room, looking for any signs of someone peeping at me. The person who left this note in my in-tray must be keeping a lookout whether I read the note. This person must be one of them in the office as she saw me crushing the invitation letter this morning.
I was keeping a lookout specially on those married women in my office. I remembered clearly in the invitation stating that all members must be married. There were not that many married women in our office. Or could it be someone trying to play a prank on me?
I walked out of my room, purposely waving the file in my hand, asking loudly across to my Personal Assistant, “Mary, who left this folder in my room?” I scanned quickly across the office, looking out for any tell-tale signs but could not detect any.
Mary: “Huh boss, I have no idea. Don’t recognise that folder. Not me.”
I went back to my seat and sat down pondering hard. Why would anyone play such a senseless prank? If this was real, why would someone ask me to do such a thing? Everyone knew I was happily married to Claire, the most beautiful woman. I was the most faithful guy, never ever showed any sign of straying even when I was surrounded by so many young and pretty girls, whom I was sure some of them would idolise me. So why would this person nominate me to join the club?
My eyes scanned through the room, going from one married woman to the other. Mary, my Personal Assistant. Shouldn’t be. Jace. Didn’t seem like. Sofia. Nope. Jennifer. Hope not. My mind was initially thinking about the probability of who was that person, but slowly changing to who I hoped that person was. Haha what was I thinking about?
Until my eyes stopped at Michelle. Yes, Michelle. One of my 3 trusted aide. The only female of my 3 AVPs. Yes, she was only recently married, about 3 months ago. In fact, she just came back from her honeymoon a couple of months ago. I attended her wedding with my wife, Claire. Claire even commented that she was very pretty.
Yes, Michelle was indeed a very attractive lady. 27 years old. Smart, capable and carry herself very well. In fact, she looked very much like my wife Claire. Tall, slim, good figure, long legs, baby face. If people were to say Claire and Michelle are sisters, they would not be too far off.
What if the invitation was from Michelle? That thought caused a stir in my groin area. Frankly speaking, I had never thought of Michelle in a sexy way, but somehow, today was different. That invitation was causing the usual calm and steady me to have a messy mind.
Don’t be silly. It couldn’t be Michelle. We had worked in the same team for 3 years and nothing ever happened. Our relationship was 100% professional and possibly 80% friendship, but 0% boy-girl kind of stuff.
“Bye Boss” It was Michelle and Albert walking past my door and waving me goodbye. That woke me out from my trance. Michelle’s back view seemed especially alluring today. How come I have never noticed how good her figure was? The more I looked at her departing back view, the more I was hoping in my heart that the invitation was from her.
Am I getting crazy over a stupid prank letter? Packed my stuff and left the office, speeding home on my Z4. My thoughts was filled with that crazy letter, and Michelle’s image intermittently flashing in.
That night, I grabbed Claire into bed. We were usually very slow and gentle in our love-making session but that night, I was especially energetic. Claire was the only woman I had been intimate with and we had grown a bit mechanical over the years.
My favourite position was to fuck her in the doggie position, as Claire had the cutest butt. I was pounding into Claire in our favourite position, my eyes were half-closed, making my vision even blurrier in the darkness of the room. In the blurred vision, it was Michelle that I was actually pounding into.
That feeling was indescribable and I shot a huge load into Claire, or rather was that Michelle?
It was that moment that I had decided to join the Club. And I was quietly confident that Michelle was the person that nominated me.
My wife, Claire-look alike
Michelle-look alike
Time: Tuesday
Location: Office
The whole world was already hard at work, busying around at their workstations, some on the phones discussing the latest updates from the Federal Reserve meeting the night before, some collecting printouts at the printer stations.
Everyone was working hard. Except for me.
I was staring at my laptop screen. On it was my yahoo mail account, which I created like 30 min ago. In the email, there was just a one liner “I would like to join the club. From Wilson.” Addressed to
[email protected]
.
The email had not been sent out yet. The only thing left to be done was to click “send”, but seriously, was I out of mind to do this?
What if it was a plot to blackmail me or something?
What if it was a ploy to test my fidelity?
What if the person who nominated me was an ugly old woman trying to get fresh with me?
I had a reputation to protect, my stellar career, my beautiful wife, I had everything to lose. So why was I even thinking of this?
The reason was right in front of me.
Michelle.
I was peeping over my laptop at her. Her back was facing me. She was wearing a black colour one-piece body hugging dress. The mini-skirt was accentuating the outline of her bum perfectly. Due to the tightness, her panty line seemed to be vaguely visible. As she bent forward towards the computer screen at James’ table to discuss whatever they were discussing, her mini-skirt was riding higher on her thighs. A few more inches up and I could see her ass. Her thighs were so creamy white. I must get that ass.
The invitation had gotten me in such an arousal state that I was fantasizing over my staff who had worked with me for 3 years. I must be a bastard.
I glanced at my watch. 11.57 am. 3 more minutes.
I had been observing everyone in the office for the whole morning for any clue. Totally clueless.
What if the person that nominated me was Michelle?
That possibility itself made me clicked the “send” button.
All I could do now was to wait.
At 12 noon sharp, I received a reply.
“Dear Wilson,
I formally welcome you to the Secret Club. You won’t regret joining this exclusive and privileged club.
In our club, you shall be known as Agent 0118. We do not call each other by our real name. In fact, at this moment, only me and the person who nominated you know your identity. If we have any group events, we will introduce ourselves using our Agent number.
For your very first assignment, you will be meeting the person who nominated you this coming Friday, 8 pm, at the restaurant Gordon Grill at Goodwood Park Hotel. The table reservation had been made under the name “The Secret Club”. Do not try to wait for the person to appear before going to the table, as she won’t appear unless you are there.
After the dinner, both of you shall proceed to the hotel room for a romantic session. Of course, you have the right to reject that session. Do note that if you reject, your membership in the club will be terminated with immediate effect. So I strongly encourage you to go through it as the benefits of the club is priceless, as you will enjoy pleasure that you never thought possible.
For that matter, in order to ensure participation of our members in the assignments, at any point in time, if you do reject any particular assignments, your membership will be terminated.
Once you pass your first assignment, your second assignment will be to nominate the person of your choice to join the club.
For your info, our success rate of getting new members is 85%. This means that the probability of the choice girl that you nominated agreeing to join will be 85%. Think about it. How exciting would that prospect be.
So good luck and enjoy your first assignment.
From Agent 0001.”
I closed the email and took a deep breath. The whole thing did not seem like a prank at all.
I was feeling so excited and nervous. Am I going to complete the assignment with Michelle? That thought alone sent blood gushing to my little brother.
My only problem now….. I had to act as if nothing had happened till the assignment on Friday. And today was only Tuesday.
To the bro who zapped me for 7 pts (must be quite senior), may I know the reason other than the comment “lame” u left behind?
It’s just a story. Don’t take it too seriously
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Originally Posted by
MCL1881
Wa piang. Kenna zapped after this
Haha bro, cos u have no power, so u can’t exactly up others points. That’s why some bro might think that u are playing a fool.
I try to up your points back. See I got power 2 so when I up you, your pts increase by 2
Time: Thursday
Location: Office
One more day to the D Day H Hour. Tomorrow night I would be having dinner with the person who nominated me and we would proceed to have some fun in the night.
Deep in my heart, I had been praying for that person to be Michelle. Every time we came across each other during work, my heart would flutter. It almost seem like falling in love all over again. It had been a while since I had this feeling.
Possibly because I had been too focused in my work all these while. Possibly because I had grown too used to my lovely wife, and the heart no longer fluttered like we used to be. Possibly because Michelle had grown even sexier after marriage. You know how some people always said, a newly wed woman is always the sexiest because you start to have the allure of a real woman. Possibly a bit of sex does make a woman sexier.
For the past two days, I had been trying to test whether Michelle was the person who nominated me. Dropped a little hint here and there. Cracked a joke now and then to see her reaction. Perfectly normal. Could I be wrong?
I was starting to get worried that it was not Michelle who nominated me.
What if….what if…it….was….
Before I could reach that thought, something happened.
2.32 pm.
Japan had a massive earthquake. the Nikkei Index was having a free fall, dragging all the regional stock exchanges down. Hang Seng was down 4.5%. STI was falling 3%. Everywhere across the Pacific region was having a bloodbath.
We were all called in for an emergency meeting. Our top brass briefed us on the situation and summarized our exposure to the market. Our own trading assets coupled with all the high net worth clients under our wing amounted to billions of dollars. We needed to make a call now in this situation.
Long. Short. Or hold.
Obviously, when we had such a situation, the top brass would not make a call. He would usually leave that to the next in line, which would be myself or George. If we made the right call, our boss would gain all the credit. If we made the wrong call, the axe would fall on us. That’s the rule of the game. We were used to it.
So now the world was looking at Wilson vs George.
Long story short. Our calls made were opposite. We presented our case. My boss took my position.
5.30 pm.
Market closed. I made the right call. Scored a beautiful victory.
My team was celebrating. George’s team was deflated. That’s our life.
I was exhausted. Such sessions usually drained me completely. I went to wash my face at the gents.
Suddenly felt a pull at my stomach. Nature’s call. Big business. Went into one of the cubicle.
Some people came into the toilet as well.
“Can’t stand the face of them. They are just lucky. Do they have to be so cocky?”
It was George and a couple of his lackeys.
“Huh I shall see how long can that Wilson be so cocky. I will make him pay after tomorrow night.”
“What? What is going to happen tomorrow? The market will turn tomorrow?”
“Nay nothing to do with the market. His luck will run out after tomorrow night.”
I was all alone in my desk. All the others had gone back for the day. I told them that I wanted to stay back to check out how the US stock markets would open for the day. Just to make sure my bets were absolutely right.
That was only my excuse. I needed some time alone to think.
To think about the conversation I had overheard. The thing about my fortunes changing after tomorrow night.
Things started to piece together on its own. I had been taken for a ride.
George, my biggest rival in the company, had laid this trap for me. No wonder I could not see any suspicious person who might be the one who nominated me. This person was not even a lady. It was George. He was The Secret Club. He sent the invitation to me. He was all the while besides me monitoring my movement.
I almost fell for it. Almost.
It was a close shave.
I must fight back. What could I do?
Obviously I could not attend the dinner tomorrow. Luckily my email reply did not contain any confidential information. Anyone could have created that yahoo email. Luckily I was not foolish enough to use my company email. As long as I didn’t go for the dinner tomorrow, I would be safe.
So that’s one thing. How can I get this back on George?
I must admit he was quite smart to lay this trap. I almost fell for it. I could not use the same trick on him as he would be on his guard.
I walked out of my room and paced outside his office room.
I saw something. I had an idea on how to get back at George.
Brilliant.