I somehow snapped awake around 12. My chest was wet and sticky with Alicia’s drool. I don’t know what overcame me but I flipped her on her back and decided to wake her by eating her out.
Alicia: Oh my. You’re horny now?
Me: Oh no. Just being random.
She pressed my head against her pussy.
Alicia: Don’t stop then.
Maybe we should have gone to wash up after the first session. Her fresh juices mixed with the old ones made everything taste sour-bitter. But I ate on anyway. I didn’t use my fingers, just my tongue, concentrating on her clit, her labia and the occasional teasing lick in between.
Alicia: Fuck…. You’re making me want your dick inside again.
Me: We’re supposed to go shopping.
Alicia: Just put it in.
Me: I’m not hard.
Alicia: I don’t care.
I slid my semi-erect dick in. It was warm and wet.
Alicia: Lie on me.
I did, feeling her comfortable chest pillows on me.
Alicia: Where’s a good place to cycle?
Me: East coast?
Alicia: Hmm. Is it crowded?
Me: On a weekday? Hey! Stop squeezing!
She stopped her Kegel.
Alicia: How long do you think it will take me to learn how to cycle?
Me: I don’t know.
Alicia: How long did it take you?
Me: A few hours? After falling a few times, I think you’ll just want to try your best to balance.
Alicia: Ah. Ok. What’s for lunch then?
Me: I’m not really hungry
Alicia: My abalone was enough?
Me: Very funny.
Alicia: I feel like… chicken rice.
Me: Where?
Alicia: The one at Katong Shopping Centre.
Me: The one we had the first day we met?
Alicia: Yeah.
Me: Are they even open now?
Alicia: Yeah? It’s lunch time.
Me: I don’t wanna get out of bed.
Alicia: Don’t be lazy. We only had sex for a short while.
Me: I mean I like lying in bed with you.
Alicia: Is that what you tell every girl to get them to sleep with you?
Me: What? No…
Alicia: Well you’re inside me and not moving.
Me: So?
Alicia: Fuck me again then we’ll go for lunch.
Me: I can’t.
Alicia: Because you’re soft? Yeah. I can feel it.
Me: There’s nothing left anyway. You drained me.
Alicia pushed me off.
Alicia: Alright then. Chicken rice then Uniqlo. Let’s go.
We got showered then headed to Katong Shopping Centre. I never really hated car parks before but there was something about that car park. It felt like the lot was way smaller than it should be and parking the car became an arduous task.
It was lunch time and the queue was absurd, even though it was a weekday. I wondered where all these people came from. It was probably half an hour before we managed to get a seat and our food.
After lunch we went to Uniqlo. Alicia picked out some normal tights and tops and she got me some shorts and tops as well. After that we headed to Isetan of all places to look at sports shoes. She got a new pair of trainers. I declined as my Army New Balance shoes were still serving me well.
We then headed to East Coast Park and unloaded the bikes. I hoped the area I chose, nearer to the Fort Road end, would be more deserted and easier to teach her how to cycle.
She was strangely a natural at cycling. After a few near misses in the first 30 mins, Alicia was riding like a natural. I was actually struggling to keep up as my legs were kind of weak from the exertions of the morning.
We cycled for around 1.5 hours before heading back to the car.
Alicia: Wow. That was fun. Wonder why I never took up cycling earlier.
Me: Something tells me there’s a guy involved in this.
Alicia: My group of friends consists of both guys and girls.
Me: Funny you never mentioned it before.
Alicia: I don’t need to report my life to you. You’re not my father.
Me: Yeah. I’m just your toy.
Alicia: And my mom’s toy. My sister’s toy.
Me: Yeah.
Alicia: You’re really strong mentally. I don’t know how you can accept all this.
Me: I don’t know either. But everyone’s happy right? So I’ll be happy too.
Alicia: One day you’re going to look back at all this and realize how unhappy you actually were.
Me: I don’t know. I learnt to 看开 for a lot of things.
Alicia: Good for you. And now I’m hungry. Let’s go macs. Haha.
Me: Sure.
We kept the bikes and I drove to the macs. I went to get seats while Alicia ordered. She came back with Filet o Fish.
Me: Seriously?
Alicia: Why not? Hahaha. I still wanna get fucked.
Me: It’s not the food. It’s the… state of mind?
Alicia: Whatever. Eat it and we’ll go back to the hotel to shower.
Surprisingly, she didn’t do anything to me in the shower even though we showered together. After the shower we headed back together, but didn’t tapau any dinner. No one seemed hungry anyway, and Ann decided to order in some Dominos pizza.
That night, I actually slept in Ann’s bed, and nothing happened. I didn’t get used, I didn’t have to pleasure her, Amanda didn’t suddenly appear and Alicia didn’t need cuddles to sleep.
For the first time that week I actually had a good rest.
The next morning, we headed to macs for breakfast again, before heading to the hotel for our last day before checkout. It seemed to be a routine.
I was well rested, and had a filet o fish, if Alicia wanted sex, I was pretty sure I would be able to perform.
But she did not.
After a quick shower together, with minimal teasing, Alicia pulled me under the covers with her where she simply snuggled up to my chest.
We slept till lunchtime before I roused her from her slumber.
Me: Are you hungry yet?
Alicia: For food or sex?
Me: Both? Either?
Alicia: Nah.
Me: I’m surprised.
Alicia: At what?
Me: Didn’t we come here to have sex?
Alicia: Are you disappointed?
Me: No…
She stroked my soft dick.
Alicia: I can have sex with you any time I want. I just wanted to get away from home and school for awhile you know.
Me: I see.
Alicia: Shall we go cycling again?
Me: After lunch? Sure.
Alicia: I can’t believe I can cycle now.
Me: What did you do growing up?
Alicia: Stay at home and study mostly. Dad wanted us to go to good schools and get good qualifications.
Me: All work and no play?
Alicia: Very little play. Why do you think I’m so repressed?
Me: I don’t know.
Alicia: You probably had a normal childhood, not filled with tuition, music lessons, ballet, Taekwondo etc.
Me: Well… I didn’t study much. Played too much I guess.
Alicia: Well, I think you turned out kind of pretty normal. My parents placed so much emphasis on the after school activities that we never really got to grow up like a normal child. Also, they rarely had time for us, except maybe during weekends.
Me: Well… I guess they wanted the best for you.
Alicia: Well, they could have brought us cycling. Haha. I bet Amanda still can’t cycle. Alan probably can, being a guy and all.
All this while she was still stroking my cock without realizing it.
Alicia: Woah.
Me: Yeah.
Alicia: I didn’t mean to make you hard.
Me: I didn’t mean to get hard?
Alicia: Haha. You’re hilarious. Mom’s really lucky to have you.
Me: And yet here we are, naked in bed together.
She kissed me, gently at first, then full on passionately as she rubbed her clit and pussy lips around my dickhead. With one swift motion, she slid it in.
Me: I thought you didn’t want to have sex.
Alicia: I couldn’t resist.
She kissed me again, riding me slowly, practicing her Kegel exercises again. I grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
Alicia: Cum inside me.
Me: I’m nowhere near.
Alicia: Fill me up.
Me: Err…
She rode more vigorously. I hoped she wouldn’t accidentally snap off my cock. She leaned back, inviting me to take her, but at the same time, bending my cock in a weird angle.
Alicia: Fuck me. Slowly.
I did. Letting her feel as many inches as I could offer as I slid in and out, thumbing her clit and sucking on her nipples. Her soft moans echoed through the room. I went slightly fast as I felt her tighten up below.
Alicia: Don’t stop.
With a slightly louder moan, she came.
Alicia: Your turn.
I tried concentrating on the sensations, especially her muscles gripping me tightly.
Alicia: Let’s make a baby.
And I immediately went soft, but somehow let one shot out. I pulled out.
Me: What???
Alicia: Kidding. I’m still on the pill.
Me: Your mom would freak out.
Alicia: I hardly think so.
I was soft and the shock of her statement wasn’t doing me any favours.
Alicia: Well let’s go shower.
Me: Yeah.
We showered normally. Alicia didn’t bug me about not cumming. It wasn’t such a big deal to me anyway, as long as she was sufficiently satisfied. But it was worrying to think that she would somehow want me, or anyone else, to impregnate her.
We finished showering, dried ourselves and got dressed before checking out.
The sky was dark and cloudy and I wondered if going cycling was a good idea or not.
We both decided not to go cycling, but ended up driving around aimlessly not really knowing what to eat.
We finally settled at some random noodle place called Ang Moh Noodle House. Their Wanton mee was not bad, but I wondered what the link was. There were a couple of articles on the wall but I didn’t get to read them.
As we were eating it started to rain heavily so we decided to just go home.
Strangely, nobody was home at that time and we ended up watching TV on either side of the sofa. Alicia soon fell asleep and I wondered if I should actually go out and make some money.
The next morning, we headed to macs for breakfast again, before heading to the hotel for our last day before checkout. It seemed to be a routine.
I was well rested, and had a filet o fish, if Alicia wanted sex, I was pretty sure I would be able to perform.
But she did not.
After a quick shower together, with minimal teasing, Alicia pulled me under the covers with her where she simply snuggled up to my chest.
We slept till lunchtime before I roused her from her slumber.
Me: Are you hungry yet?
Alicia: For food or sex?
Me: Both? Either?
Alicia: Nah.
Me: I’m surprised.
Alicia: At what?
Me: Didn’t we come here to have sex?
Alicia: Are you disappointed?
Me: No…
She stroked my soft dick.
Alicia: I can have sex with you any time I want. I just wanted to get away from home and school for awhile you know.
Me: I see.
Alicia: Shall we go cycling again?
Me: After lunch? Sure.
Alicia: I can’t believe I can cycle now.
Me: What did you do growing up?
Alicia: Stay at home and study mostly. Dad wanted us to go to good schools and get good qualifications.
Me: All work and no play?
Alicia: Very little play. Why do you think I’m so repressed?
Me: I don’t know.
Alicia: You probably had a normal childhood, not filled with tuition, music lessons, ballet, Taekwondo etc.
Me: Well… I didn’t study much. Played too much I guess.
Alicia: Well, I think you turned out kind of pretty normal. My parents placed so much emphasis on the after school activities that we never really got to grow up like a normal child. Also, they rarely had time for us, except maybe during weekends.
Me: Well… I guess they wanted the best for you.
Alicia: Well, they could have brought us cycling. Haha. I bet Amanda still can’t cycle. Alan probably can, being a guy and all.
All this while she was still stroking my cock without realizing it.
Alicia: Woah.
Me: Yeah.
Alicia: I didn’t mean to make you hard.
Me: I didn’t mean to get hard?
Alicia: Haha. You’re hilarious. Mom’s really lucky to have you.
Me: And yet here we are, naked in bed together.
She kissed me, gently at first, then full on passionately as she rubbed her clit and pussy lips around my dickhead. With one swift motion, she slid it in.
Me: I thought you didn’t want to have sex.
Alicia: I couldn’t resist.
She kissed me again, riding me slowly, practicing her Kegel exercises again. I grabbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
Alicia: Cum inside me.
Me: I’m nowhere near.
Alicia: Fill me up.
Me: Err…
She rode more vigorously. I hoped she wouldn’t accidentally snap off my cock. She leaned back, inviting me to take her, but at the same time, bending my cock in a weird angle.
Alicia: Fuck me. Slowly.
I did. Letting her feel as many inches as I could offer as I slid in and out, thumbing her clit and sucking on her nipples. Her soft moans echoed through the room. I went slightly fast as I felt her tighten up below.
Alicia: Don’t stop.
With a slightly louder moan, she came.
Alicia: Your turn.
I tried concentrating on the sensations, especially her muscles gripping me tightly.
Alicia: Let’s make a baby.
And I immediately went soft, but somehow let one shot out. I pulled out.
Me: What???
Alicia: Kidding. I’m still on the pill.
Me: Your mom would freak out.
Alicia: I hardly think so.
I was soft and the shock of her statement wasn’t doing me any favours.
Alicia: Well let’s go shower.
Me: Yeah.
We showered normally. Alicia didn’t bug me about not cumming. It wasn’t such a big deal to me anyway, as long as she was sufficiently satisfied. But it was worrying to think that she would somehow want me, or anyone else, to impregnate her.
We finished showering, dried ourselves and got dressed before checking out.
The sky was dark and cloudy and I wondered if going cycling was a good idea or not.
We both decided not to go cycling, but ended up driving around aimlessly not really knowing what to eat.
We finally settled at some random noodle place called Ang Moh Noodle House. Their Wanton mee was not bad, but I wondered what the link was. There were a couple of articles on the wall but I didn’t get to read them.
As we were eating it started to rain heavily so we decided to just go home.
Strangely, nobody was home at that time and we ended up watching TV on either side of the sofa. Alicia soon fell asleep and I wondered if I should actually go out and make some money.
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Originally Posted by
katue
Fantastic story, shall wait here for more exciting updates.
Hi all,
Thanks for the continuous support.
I am actually going to skip all the way to the present day now.
Everything so far was pre-COVID.
Stay tuned.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
katue
Fantastic story, shall wait here for more exciting updates.
Hi all,
Thanks for the continuous support.
I am actually going to skip all the way to the present day now.
Everything so far was pre-COVID.
Stay tuned.
So I obviously didn’t carry on as a Grab driver. I guess my mental strength wasn’t good enough. Or my other activities were proving to be too physically exhausting.
I never fucked Amanda since that incident. Servicing Ann and occasionally Alicia was bad enough. Ann seemed to have a schedule for me.
We had sex on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Alicia occasionally used me on the days I wasn’t fucking her mom.
The difference between them was that with Ann, she insisted I cum. If she didn’t see anything in the condom, I could not stop. Alicia on the other hand, just used me. Honestly I was fine with that arrangement.
But back to the actual story.
I gave up the car once the three months were up. Unsurprisingly, Ann got a car for me in case I needed one. Surprisingly, it was a two-seater, and it was manual. I didn’t even know why she got it for me, but it seemed to be a car that nobody wanted at the dealership.
1.8 litres naturally-aspirated Japanese engine. A manual roof, and a driving position similar to the Z4. I was suddenly the “owner” of a Toyota MR-S.
I wasn’t really into cars so I didn’t really understand the allure of the car, but for it to have been sitting in a dealership for so long, there was probably something wrong with it. Maybe it was because it was white. But a car is a car. I guess I would get used to the lack of space.
In any case, I was jobless and not really desperate in looking for a job. I submitted tons of applications though, especially to MINDEF as a DXO, but an irrelevant and outdated Diploma really doesn’t do anything to help. I did, however, sign up for a Diploma at PSB, of all things, in Human Resource Management. Probably wasn’t the smartest choice, but I didn’t really see anything else that I was interested in. Of course, it was sponsored by Ann. I probably could have gone for a Degree program, but after being out of school for so long, I wasn’t confident I could handle it.
Barely 3 months after I started my part-time studies, Circuit Breaker happened. Everyone was affected. Sort of. The used car industry was quite badly hit in a sense, and Ann had a couple of salespeople leaving to find more stable employment. Of course I helped out a little as I wasn’t working anyway.
Fast forward to the end of the year, things started looking better. I was still helping out at the dealership, but it was time to look for a real job. Especially since I more or less had a Diploma that was somewhat more recent and hopefully relevant.
As usual, I was rejected by MINDEF.
Most of the larger corporations and government sector weren’t really keen in a mid-30s ex-Regular whose only experience was Private Hire Driving and used car sales.
By some stroke of luck, I managed to land interviews with a couple of SMEs and eventually was called back for a second interview by one of them.
The role was for an Admin/Operations executive, the pay was decent I guess, for a Diploma holder. Not that I actually needed the money. But I needed something to get me out of the house and get some actual working experience.
I only had one issue with the job. It was a female-centric environment. Out of the 15 or so staff in the office. There were only 2 guys, and one of them was me. The other guy was doing accounts so our paths rarely crossed.
Being in two departments meant I had 2 line managers and I had to report to both of them daily.
My HR manager is in her mid-20s, a graduate from UOL. Pretty young to be a HR manager in my opinion, but it wasn’t hard to guess why, other than the fact that the company was small, and each department had at most 2 executives and 1 executive assistant. She had a sweet face with dimples that showed whenever she smiled, long hair, usually in a pony-tail, wore black-rimmed glasses, and rarely in any make-up at all. She was slim to the extent of close to being anorexic. But the one thing that stood out, and she chose to flaunt it, was her chest. A large C-cup by my estimates, it looked very out of place on her slim frame. She was very friendly with all the staff, as what most people in HR were I guess.
My Ops manager is in her mid-30s. Not much of a looker in both the face and body department, probably due to the stress of being in Operations. But she had a bad habit whenever she had to meet vendors or clients. She would always wear short and tight skirts to show off her tanned legs, and her top was either low cut, or loose and she would bend over to show her cleavage, of which honestly, was not impressive at all. Every other day, she was dressed in jeans and t-shirts. But she got the job done.
Job-wise, I was handling processing of work passes, overtime claims and other office administrative tasks like ordering of supplies, as well as monitoring of vendor requirements and follow-up. Pretty easy job actually. But once paperwork started piling up, I could feel the stress reappearing. I didn’t really take smoke breaks during work but I soon found myself heading for the “yellow box” more and more often.
I more or less knew who smoked and who didn’t, and tried to make friendly conversation with them but it never really went past work stuff.
I did grow pretty close to a marketing executive though. She was early 30s, used to be a housewife but her husband took an overseas posting and then got stuck due to Covid. Or perhaps he chose not to come back.
Whatever the reason was, I found myself smoking with her pretty often, going for lunch together and even dropped her home after work a couple of times.
So I obviously didn’t carry on as a Grab driver. I guess my mental strength wasn’t good enough. Or my other activities were proving to be too physically exhausting.
I never fucked Amanda since that incident. Servicing Ann and occasionally Alicia was bad enough. Ann seemed to have a schedule for me.
We had sex on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Alicia occasionally used me on the days I wasn’t fucking her mom.
The difference between them was that with Ann, she insisted I cum. If she didn’t see anything in the condom, I could not stop. Alicia on the other hand, just used me. Honestly I was fine with that arrangement.
But back to the actual story.
I gave up the car once the three months were up. Unsurprisingly, Ann got a car for me in case I needed one. Surprisingly, it was a two-seater, and it was manual. I didn’t even know why she got it for me, but it seemed to be a car that nobody wanted at the dealership.
1.8 litres naturally-aspirated Japanese engine. A manual roof, and a driving position similar to the Z4. I was suddenly the “owner” of a Toyota MR-S.
I wasn’t really into cars so I didn’t really understand the allure of the car, but for it to have been sitting in a dealership for so long, there was probably something wrong with it. Maybe it was because it was white. But a car is a car. I guess I would get used to the lack of space.
In any case, I was jobless and not really desperate in looking for a job. I submitted tons of applications though, especially to MINDEF as a DXO, but an irrelevant and outdated Diploma really doesn’t do anything to help. I did, however, sign up for a Diploma at PSB, of all things, in Human Resource Management. Probably wasn’t the smartest choice, but I didn’t really see anything else that I was interested in. Of course, it was sponsored by Ann. I probably could have gone for a Degree program, but after being out of school for so long, I wasn’t confident I could handle it.
Barely 3 months after I started my part-time studies, Circuit Breaker happened. Everyone was affected. Sort of. The used car industry was quite badly hit in a sense, and Ann had a couple of salespeople leaving to find more stable employment. Of course I helped out a little as I wasn’t working anyway.
Fast forward to the end of the year, things started looking better. I was still helping out at the dealership, but it was time to look for a real job. Especially since I more or less had a Diploma that was somewhat more recent and hopefully relevant.
As usual, I was rejected by MINDEF.
Most of the larger corporations and government sector weren’t really keen in a mid-30s ex-Regular whose only experience was Private Hire Driving and used car sales.
By some stroke of luck, I managed to land interviews with a couple of SMEs and eventually was called back for a second interview by one of them.
The role was for an Admin/Operations executive, the pay was decent I guess, for a Diploma holder. Not that I actually needed the money. But I needed something to get me out of the house and get some actual working experience.
I only had one issue with the job. It was a female-centric environment. Out of the 15 or so staff in the office. There were only 2 guys, and one of them was me. The other guy was doing accounts so our paths rarely crossed.
Being in two departments meant I had 2 line managers and I had to report to both of them daily.
My HR manager is in her mid-20s, a graduate from UOL. Pretty young to be a HR manager in my opinion, but it wasn’t hard to guess why, other than the fact that the company was small, and each department had at most 2 executives and 1 executive assistant. She had a sweet face with dimples that showed whenever she smiled, long hair, usually in a pony-tail, wore black-rimmed glasses, and rarely in any make-up at all. She was slim to the extent of close to being anorexic. But the one thing that stood out, and she chose to flaunt it, was her chest. A large C-cup by my estimates, it looked very out of place on her slim frame. She was very friendly with all the staff, as what most people in HR were I guess.
My Ops manager is in her mid-30s. Not much of a looker in both the face and body department, probably due to the stress of being in Operations. But she had a bad habit whenever she had to meet vendors or clients. She would always wear short and tight skirts to show off her tanned legs, and her top was either low cut, or loose and she would bend over to show her cleavage, of which honestly, was not impressive at all. Every other day, she was dressed in jeans and t-shirts. But she got the job done.
Job-wise, I was handling processing of work passes, overtime claims and other office administrative tasks like ordering of supplies, as well as monitoring of vendor requirements and follow-up. Pretty easy job actually. But once paperwork started piling up, I could feel the stress reappearing. I didn’t really take smoke breaks during work but I soon found myself heading for the “yellow box” more and more often.
I more or less knew who smoked and who didn’t, and tried to make friendly conversation with them but it never really went past work stuff.
I did grow pretty close to a marketing executive though. She was early 30s, used to be a housewife but her husband took an overseas posting and then got stuck due to Covid. Or perhaps he chose not to come back.
Whatever the reason was, I found myself smoking with her pretty often, going for lunch together and even dropped her home after work a couple of times.
The first month of probation flew by pretty fast and before I knew it, I was having confirmation appraisal. In the outside world, appraisals were different from the Army. I recall being asked standard questions and given template feedback while everything was written down in a blue book during my army days.
Over here, the appraisal was actually held in a restaurant over lunch with my two managers. As expected my HR manager wore something that accentuated her assets, and my Ops manager, who supposedly was meeting a potential client on that day, was also trying to show off something she clearly did not have. It was a little distracting sitting across from both of them in such close proximity. I was trying really hard not to stare in appropriately at the ladies who were pretty much like night and day. My HR manager with her creamy white skin, and my Ops manager who was so tanned I wondered where she found the time to suntan considering we worked indoors 99% of the time.
HR: So Mark, it’s been a month since you joined, how are you adapting to the company?
Me: I’m doing ok. Everyone’s been very helpful.
OM: You’re surrounded by girls, compared to your previous job. Can concentrate or not?
She leaned forward, as if she was enticing me to look at her A-cup cleavage. It was not as though I never looked before, but this time it seemed like a pretty obvious invitation.
I saw my HR manager suppress a smile.
Me: I think it’s ok. Everyone is very professional here and helpful to my learning and development.
HR: Funny you should say that.
Me: Say what?
HR: Learning and development.
Me: What about it?
HR: You’re going to be helping out in staff training once you’ve been confirmed.
Me: Ah. That’s not a problem.
HR: You liaise with external agencies for any relevant courses supported by government funding and will arrange for staff to go for such courses. You will also maintain the training database.
From what I understood, that was something that my HR manager was currently doing, so helping out, and probably even taking over seemed like a promotion.
OM: Your workload is ok right? You’re always early but leave on time and you always keep to your deadlines.
Me: Yup. I’m ok. Just glad to be learning new things.
HR: Good. Your ops portfolio will be increased as well.
OM: Yeah. You will be following me to vendor and client meetings. Once you’re ready, you’ll handle some of them yourself.
Me: Sure.
Honestly, I wondered why it was me who would be doing it. There were more senior executives in both departments, yet I was being offered the opportunity.
HR: You’ll have to work closely with marketing for awhile to learn more of our business and the promotion mechanics.
OM: Aiyah. That won’t be a problem for him lah. He always go smoke break with her. Confirm can work well together.
This time the HR manager did smile.
HR: That’s good. I also noticed you’re quite close to her. It should be an easy transition if anything. Anyway, once you’re confirmed, you’ll receive a transport allowance of $400 on top of the $100 increment.
Me: That’s nice.
I really didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t as though I desperately needed the money.
OM: You drive?
Me: Actually I do.
HR: Oh? Where do you park? Parking in our building is so expensive.
Me: I bought season parking a few buildings down the road.
HR: That’s smart. Looks like the allowance will come in handy now.
The food arrived and we ate while engaging in general topics.
HR: I’ll pass the official letter to you later.
After lunch, I headed to the smoking area while my HR manager went back to the office first. My Ops manager left for her external meeting.
As usual, my marketing colleague was there. Let’s call her Jasmine.
J: Hello. Figured you were having your confirmation lunch.
Me: Yeah time flies.
J: Not bad la. You’re the first guy who was confirmed within a month. The last guy in your role took 3 months, then was asked to leave.
Me: Really? In my exact same role?
J: Yup.
Me: Why?
J: Haha! I don’t usually engage in workplace gossip. But I guess it’s better that you know so you don’t make the same mistake.
Me: Sounds bad.
J: No lah. Normal guy behavior.
Me: Huh?
J: He was sleeping with the OM and the other HR exec at the same time.
I choked on my cigarette.
Me: Say what.
J: Not kidding. Not surprised though.
Me: Why?
J: He’s quite good-looking. Like an oppa.
Me: What’s that?
J: Er… it’s Korean for older brother, sort of. But he was good-looking la.
Me: Haha. Lucky for me then.
J: Wah. So humble.
Me: What?
J: You’re saying you’re not good-looking? Or you don’t sleep with co-workers?
Me: I meant lucky he left so now I have a job.
J: Oh. Doesn’t seem like you need this job though?
Me: Why do you say that?
J: You seem like an Ah Sia Kia.
Me: Haha! What? No la.
J: You drive sports car wor.
Me: I didn’t pay for it. Oh wait.
J: See! Rich boy.
Me: I didn’t mean it that way.
J: What way do you mean it then?
I wondered how much I should reveal about my personal life, especially to a new colleague. No doubt we were getting pretty close, and would be spending a lot of time together, but somethings aren’t meant to be publicly shared.
Me: it’s a very long story.
Jasmine took out another stick.
J: I have a lot of time. Haha. Or you can tell me tonight if you don’t mind sending me home. In your sports car. Rich boy.
Me: I don’t mind sending you back. It’s near where I currently stay.
J: You sure that’s the only reason?
Me: Yeah?
J: Maybe you want to get close to me and be like your predecessor.
I choked on my cigarette again.
Me: I’m not like that. I think.
J: You can tell me over dinner.
Me: Sure.
We finished up our sticks and went back to the office.
I wondered what was going on.
The first month of probation flew by pretty fast and before I knew it, I was having confirmation appraisal. In the outside world, appraisals were different from the Army. I recall being asked standard questions and given template feedback while everything was written down in a blue book during my army days.
Over here, the appraisal was actually held in a restaurant over lunch with my two managers. As expected my HR manager wore something that accentuated her assets, and my Ops manager, who supposedly was meeting a potential client on that day, was also trying to show off something she clearly did not have. It was a little distracting sitting across from both of them in such close proximity. I was trying really hard not to stare in appropriately at the ladies who were pretty much like night and day. My HR manager with her creamy white skin, and my Ops manager who was so tanned I wondered where she found the time to suntan considering we worked indoors 99% of the time.
HR: So Mark, it’s been a month since you joined, how are you adapting to the company?
Me: I’m doing ok. Everyone’s been very helpful.
OM: You’re surrounded by girls, compared to your previous job. Can concentrate or not?
She leaned forward, as if she was enticing me to look at her A-cup cleavage. It was not as though I never looked before, but this time it seemed like a pretty obvious invitation.
I saw my HR manager suppress a smile.
Me: I think it’s ok. Everyone is very professional here and helpful to my learning and development.
HR: Funny you should say that.
Me: Say what?
HR: Learning and development.
Me: What about it?
HR: You’re going to be helping out in staff training once you’ve been confirmed.
Me: Ah. That’s not a problem.
HR: You liaise with external agencies for any relevant courses supported by government funding and will arrange for staff to go for such courses. You will also maintain the training database.
From what I understood, that was something that my HR manager was currently doing, so helping out, and probably even taking over seemed like a promotion.
OM: Your workload is ok right? You’re always early but leave on time and you always keep to your deadlines.
Me: Yup. I’m ok. Just glad to be learning new things.
HR: Good. Your ops portfolio will be increased as well.
OM: Yeah. You will be following me to vendor and client meetings. Once you’re ready, you’ll handle some of them yourself.
Me: Sure.
Honestly, I wondered why it was me who would be doing it. There were more senior executives in both departments, yet I was being offered the opportunity.
HR: You’ll have to work closely with marketing for awhile to learn more of our business and the promotion mechanics.
OM: Aiyah. That won’t be a problem for him lah. He always go smoke break with her. Confirm can work well together.
This time the HR manager did smile.
HR: That’s good. I also noticed you’re quite close to her. It should be an easy transition if anything. Anyway, once you’re confirmed, you’ll receive a transport allowance of $400 on top of the $100 increment.
Me: That’s nice.
I really didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t as though I desperately needed the money.
OM: You drive?
Me: Actually I do.
HR: Oh? Where do you park? Parking in our building is so expensive.
Me: I bought season parking a few buildings down the road.
HR: That’s smart. Looks like the allowance will come in handy now.
The food arrived and we ate while engaging in general topics.
HR: I’ll pass the official letter to you later.
After lunch, I headed to the smoking area while my HR manager went back to the office first. My Ops manager left for her external meeting.
As usual, my marketing colleague was there. Let’s call her Jasmine.
J: Hello. Figured you were having your confirmation lunch.
Me: Yeah time flies.
J: Not bad la. You’re the first guy who was confirmed within a month. The last guy in your role took 3 months, then was asked to leave.
Me: Really? In my exact same role?
J: Yup.
Me: Why?
J: Haha! I don’t usually engage in workplace gossip. But I guess it’s better that you know so you don’t make the same mistake.
Me: Sounds bad.
J: No lah. Normal guy behavior.
Me: Huh?
J: He was sleeping with the OM and the other HR exec at the same time.
I choked on my cigarette.
Me: Say what.
J: Not kidding. Not surprised though.
Me: Why?
J: He’s quite good-looking. Like an oppa.
Me: What’s that?
J: Er… it’s Korean for older brother, sort of. But he was good-looking la.
Me: Haha. Lucky for me then.
J: Wah. So humble.
Me: What?
J: You’re saying you’re not good-looking? Or you don’t sleep with co-workers?
Me: I meant lucky he left so now I have a job.
J: Oh. Doesn’t seem like you need this job though?
Me: Why do you say that?
J: You seem like an Ah Sia Kia.
Me: Haha! What? No la.
J: You drive sports car wor.
Me: I didn’t pay for it. Oh wait.
J: See! Rich boy.
Me: I didn’t mean it that way.
J: What way do you mean it then?
I wondered how much I should reveal about my personal life, especially to a new colleague. No doubt we were getting pretty close, and would be spending a lot of time together, but somethings aren’t meant to be publicly shared.
Me: it’s a very long story.
Jasmine took out another stick.
J: I have a lot of time. Haha. Or you can tell me tonight if you don’t mind sending me home. In your sports car. Rich boy.
Me: I don’t mind sending you back. It’s near where I currently stay.
J: You sure that’s the only reason?
Me: Yeah?
J: Maybe you want to get close to me and be like your predecessor.
I choked on my cigarette again.
Me: I’m not like that. I think.
J: You can tell me over dinner.
Me: Sure.
We finished up our sticks and went back to the office.
I wondered what was going on.
I wasn’t really thinking about what Jasmine had said. But it was intriguing. Workplace scandals. Never had any during army days. Frankly it was hard to do so as there were so few uniformed females. And female DXOs had a huge selection of meat to choose from.
The day passed by as normal. I didn’t think much about anything at all.
I had a separate discussion with my HR manager to finalize my confirmation and sign the updated employment terms. I was actually itching to ask about my predecessor but it probably wouldn’t be a wise move.
HR: By the way. The company laptop you are using is a little old. I will exchange it with the previous executive’s laptop. I haven’t cleared any of the files yet though. We have no IT technician here so I just left everything as it is. Can I trust you to delete the software and files that are not required? In case there are any confidential documents.
Me: Erm. My IT skills are not very updated either. But I’m sure I can delete some programs and files. Why don’t we go through the laptop together?
HR: Sure! Let me go get it.
There I was thinking to myself, how hard could it be to delete files and software. If I could show her that I knew how to do it, would it mean that I would now be the adhoc IT guy in the office? I guess more work means more pay.
She came back shortly with a laptop in a dusty/mouldy bag.
HR: Please ignore the bag. We’ll find another one later.
She pulled out an Asus laptop. It didn’t look business grade. I guess for SMEs they just used whatever laptop worked, or whatever was on offer.
She plugged in the power adapter and turned on the laptop. I heard the unmistakable whir of a mechanical hard disk.
The laptop had no password and we had no issue logging in. The desktop was in a mess with tons of files and shortcuts all over. I created a new folder named “To Sort” and dragged everything in.
I opened the Downloads folder. There must have been a few GB of files inside. It was never ending.
Me: So just delete everything? Or…
HR: I think we need to see if anything is relevant. Not relevant ones can just delete.
Me: Open one by one?
HR: I guess so…
I sighed and complied.
The first 30 or so documents were most staff overtime submissions, some work pass documents, some scans of ID cards etc. We reached a point where she was practically just saying “Delete” without really looking at them.
Me: Don’t you guys like upload the records to Google Drive or Dropbox or something? Cos I know we have both.
HR: We usually don’t keep the documents after we submit.
Me: Guess this guy was lazy then.
HR: Perhaps.
We reached a whole chunk of photos. I opened the first one and froze.
Me: Er…
HR: Oh my god.
It was a nude selfie of the other HR exec, Rebecca. I tried not to look. But her body was actually pretty good, she just chose to hide it behind loose clothes. No wonder he was fucking her. I turned to my HR manager.
Me: Delete?
HR: I don’t know…
Me: What?
HR: It’s… evidence?
Me: Are you sure?
HR: Wow. This is the first time I actually don’t know how to appraise the boss of an incident…
Me: Errr… Should I leave?
HR: No… I think we need to catalogue everything.
Me: Seriously…
HR: I’m sure you watch porn. This is just… local porn?
Me: Right.
I could tell she was blushing a little, but trying her best to maintain her professional demeanour.
I lost count of how many times I clicked next. But every pic was of a similar kind, a nude selfie. It became more and more hardcore and I was discovering things about her that I probably shouldn’t. Like she had more than one vibrator in her toy collection, and she wasn’t afraid to take it in both holes.
HR: Wow. He was only here for 3 months…
At the end of this pic set I stopped again.
Me: What the fuck.
The next series was of my Ops Manager, Helen. I wondered if I should stop.
It was interesting though. A young, early 20s girl might have been easier to trick into sending nude selfies. But a mid 30s lady would probably have more common sense.
HR: Carry on.
I suspect she was actually enjoying this.
Once again, at the end of this set, I was so familiar with my Ops Manager in ways I probably shouldn’t be. She was definitely an A cup, but her body was pretty toned for her age. Probably worked out a lot, and she was nicely waxed.
Me: Erm. There’s a lot more pictures. Are you sure I should be going through them all?
HR: Well… we’ve already started haven’t we?
Me: You think there’s more of the company staff? I don’t know how to face them after this.
HR: You’re embarrassed? Haha. What about me? I’m the one doing appraisals…
Me: Just how good-looking was this guy?
HR: He was ok I guess. But he was a sweet talker…
Me: Am I going to find pictures of you here too?
HR: If there are pictures of me… I’m definitely calling the police.
Me: You mean you’re not going to call the police now?
HR: Pictures of me would have been taken without consent. That’s a crime I believe. These… were sent to him willingly.
Me: Oh.
She sighed.
HR: Ok. What’s next?
I continued clicking.
The rest were not selfies of our employees so she instructed me to delete them, which I did. Then we reached the videos section. I think I was already numb at this point and simply pressed play. Loud moans immediately filled the room. I quickly lowered the volume. Luckily her office door was shut. Rebecca was on all fours, and he was pumping her from behind, POV-style.
She leaned forward to take a closer look, offering me a fantastic view of her cleavage.
HR: Do you think this video was consensual?
Me: Err…
HR: Oh wow. That’s… the biggest I’ve ever seen.
I squinted.
Me: It looks normal sized.
It really was. I probably was the same or bigger.
HR: Are you jealous?
Me: What?
HR: Just kidding. So do you think it’s consensual?
Me: I can’t tell. If it isn’t, then you’ll report to the police?
HR: I guess so. Play the next video.
I did. This time she was on her back, and he was fucking her slowly and rubbing her clit.
Me: Her eyes are open. I’m sure she can see the phone or whatever he was using to record.
HR: Ok.
In total, there were five videos of Rebecca and three of Helen. All appeared to be consensual, and none taken within the office or the building. Except probably the one in Helen’s car, it appeared to be in the building carpark. All the other videos were of random people, but it appeared to be the same dick fucking them all.
She passed me a thumb drive.
HR: Copy everything to this and delete it from the laptop.
Me: Ok.
HR: Is there a factory reset function or something. Like on our mobile phones.
Me: I think so. There’s no paid software we need to reinstall right?
HR: Microsoft office?
Me: Do you have the license key?
HR: What’s that?
Me: Err… never mind. I will just manually delete the files.
The copying seemed to be taking awhile so I decided to go for a smoke break.
Me: You ok if I go and smoke now?
HR: Sure. I’m coming too.
Me: You smoke?
HR: No. I vape. No smell.
Me: Oh?
HR: Yeah. Bet you can’t tell that I vape in my office.
Me: Nope. Can’t tell at all.
HR: Maybe you should try it. No tar. Should be healthier than cigarettes right?
Me: I really don’t think so.
We passed by Rebecca on our way out and she smiled at us, blissfully unaware of what we had just witnessed. She did have a sweet smile though. I wondered how she would react if she found out.
HR: Stop fantasizing.
Me: Huh? What?
HR: You’re picturing her naked right.
Me: No…
HR: Try not to have relationships in the office. It’s not good when things go south.
Me: I don’t intend to.
HR: Well, you listed your status as single in your application so who knows?
Me: It’s complicated.
HR: Right.
It was raining heavily so the majority of the smokers were crowding under the shelter. I spotted Jasmine there.
Me: Hey!
J: Hello. Tonight still on?
Me: Yup.
The HR manager came up to us.
HR: What’s going on tonight?
I looked as Jasmine.
J: We’re having dinner.
HR: Oh.
She turned to me.
HR: Remember what I just told you.
Me: Yeah…
We smoked in awkward silence and headed back to the office.
The copying was done and I handed over the thumb drive before deleting the files in her presence.
HR: Don’t mention anything to anyone. I will let you know if I need a statement.
Me: Sure.
HR: I don’t know what your relationship is with Jasmine, but I’d advise against starting anything.
Me: Isn’t she married?
HR: Helen and Rebecca are both married.
Me: Oh.
HR: They should leave the single guys for single girls like me.
Me: Nothing is going on between Jasmine and me. We’re just going for dinner.
HR: You know ladies sometimes get lonely when their husbands aren’t around right?
Me: What about the ladies who don’t have a husband? Or boyfriend?
HR: We’re fucking lonely. Hahahaha…
I couldn’t tell if it was playful banter or if she was flirting with me.
It wouldn’t be very professional.
HR: Well thanks for the help today. You can have the laptop. If you need a bag to bring it home, I’ll need to dig in the storeroom. However we don’t insist that our staff bring work home.
Me: I think I need to sanitize the laptop first. Who knows what happened when the pictures and videos were first viewed on it.
She laughed and tossed me some antibacterial wipes.
HR: Go ahead. Anyway I’ve no other tasks for you today. Helen won’t be back till tomorrow. Looks like you can leave for your date on the dot!
Me: It’s not a date. It’s dinner.
HR: Whatever it is. Have fun!
I left her office and went back to my desk which was opposite Rebecca. It was open concept but due to Safe Management Measures, there was an acrylic sheet in between us. I found it highly redundant though.
R: That was a long appraisal…
Me: Nah… was helping her clear up the old laptop.
R: Oh. So you’re confirmed already? That’s fast.
Me: You mean new hires generally don’t get confirmed?
R: Probation is one month, but usually a lot of us are actually confirmed after 3 months.
Me: Oh. Why?
R: High standards?
Me: I must be lucky then. Considering I have no experience in this industry.
R: None of us do. That’s why it takes so long to get confirmed.
Me: I see…
Rebecca was handling Comp & Ben, leave administration and recruitment.
R: Yeah. I saw your CV. Should have stayed in the Army.
Me: Nah. Lost the passion. Besides, I need real work experience. I already spent too long in the Army.
R: Oh well. Don’t disturb you anymore. I want to go home on time.
I quickly finished up my stuff. Jasmine texted me.
J: Be at smoking point. Think of dinner please.
Me: What do you want to eat?
J: You decide. Food isn’t the main agenda tonight.
That was suspicious.
Me: What is?
J: 😉