Both of them must have been scalded by the drink and the PRC girl was cursing and screaming at Joan for her visa issue.
Thomas manage to grabbed hold of the PRC girl and I saw him dragged and pulled her away from Joan towards the door.
The block of wood, Siti, finally unlocked the door and I pushed the right panel inwards, going straight to Joan while Thomas took the left panel outwards with the screaming bitch.
Siti helped to pick up the cups and by then the pantry auntie and several colleagues had come out.
Mr Chan too and he was not looking too pleased.
He gave Joan 10 minutes to clean herself up before spending 20 minutes with her in the office.
I could not work.
I was worried about Joan.
Her left wrist seemed pretty red even after I made her run her hand under the tap for a while.
My blood was boiling.
That fucking bitch.
I took deep breathes, forcing myself to calm down.
I went round the office, asking colleagues if anyone had any cream for burns and I managed to get a bottle of aloe vera gel from Junwei.
4.30pm
Joan came back into the cubicle.
I immediately went over to her seat, glancing around quickly before I whispered to her, asking if she’s ok.
James : Are you ok ? Still painful ?
Joan just smiled and shook her head.
I applied the cream for her and she just stared into blank space, zoning out for a while.
Then Joan suddenly brightened up with a smile.
Joan : Oh… oh… I almost forgot.
She reached into the pocket of her cardigan and brought out this crumpled, oil stained brown paper bag.
I could smell what it was even before opening it.
I did not know what to say.
Joan still had the cheek to smile and said.
Joan : You better eat it ah…. I went all the way to buy for you.
I slowly unwrapped the bag and took a bite of the cold soggy kaya toast.
That was the nicest toast I’ve ever had in my life.
Joan : Nice ?
I nodded.
I finished the first slice and asked in a dramatic manner.
James : So…… Who do you want me to kill ?
Joan smiled and jabbed me in the ribs, asking me to get back to work.
I got back to work alright.
There was so much to be done.
Just before the day ended, Joan’s phone rang.
It was still plugged in at my desk and I could see it was Thomas.
I passed the phone to her and although she answered the call, she was strangely silent throughout most of the conversation.
I only heard , ‘ ok ‘ ‘ erm’ ‘ yah’ , ‘we’ll see’, ‘I’ll think about it’
She did not update me on what was discussed over the 15 minute phone call and I did not ask.
I offered to send Joan back that day after work but she said she wanted to meet her parents for dinner and she wanted some time alone
8.30pm
I got home just in time to see my brother come out of the shower. I asked if he was free on Monday and he said he’s got some lectures in the afternoon.
I just nodded and did not reply him when he asked me what I wanted.
After a quick shower, I dug out the old files I had compiled and kept when I first started snooping about Thomas.
I was still pissed about that bitch but I realised I had almost nothing to work with.
I don’t even know her name.
I fell asleep thinking about what I was going to do to her for hurting Joan.
1st March 2013
Friday
Joan was her usual cheery self that day and a couple of colleagues came over to ask me about her when I was in the pantry.
It seems the rumour mill had been churning out weird variations of what happened.
From Joan threatening Thomas’ new girl to Joan dumping Thomas because he cheated. The best version in my opinion was from Junwei although I knew it was a joke.
He said that the PRC girl was upset because Joan dumped her.
We were all busy that day, and I hardly had a chance to talk to Joan.
I took the opportunity when Joan was out for a meeting to submit a leave application for the following Monday.
I received a notification at 5.30pm that my leave had been approved by Mr Chan.
I did not tell Joan about my leave.
7.00pm
I could see my family member’s eyes drifting to Joan’s injured hand but Joan was quick to say she was clumsy when she tried to cook some noodles a couple of days back.
I could see Jasper giving me a doubtful and suspicious look but I ignored him.
After dinner, Joan and I settled down for fruits and TV with the family before I sent her back at 10.00pm
She did not feel like staying over that day.
11.00pm
I reached the 24 hour shopping centre in little india and I got myself a shopping basket.
I bought a set of children’s walkie talkie toy. It says the range is about 50m although i’m a little doubtful.
You can really find everything in that shopping centre and I added a belt hole puncher to my shopping basket.
A tube of hair dye, few bottles of Vaseline and some decorative coloured sand were dropped into the basket as well.
I took about 6 superglues, gloves and a normal black cap.
I caught the last train home and saw my brother having a beer and flipping through some books.
He saw the bags of stuff I had but I went into my room before he could ask me anything.
3rd March 2013
Saturday
I had dinner with Joan and her parents at Serangoon garden. I overhead that they had already finalised a meeting with Thomas.
I pretended to be engrossed in my stingray and let them continue with their conversation.
Joan’s mum was a little disappointed that Joan wanted to just sell Thomas the business without putting up a fight but she said it was her choice.
They did not seek or ask my opinions about the decision, after all I’m considered a outsider.
Right when we were tucking in dessert, Joan’s parents casually asked if I knew how to cook. I just said I’m ok with simple dishes. Joan beamed and tried to show off to her mum that I can make pretty good pasta.
Joan’s dad immediately rebutted her that she should be the one that learns how to cook.
Joan’s dad : You have a giant industrial kitchen in the factory, you should go and learn something. So many good cooks there. If you can pick up 5%, good enough already.
That led Joan’s mum to add that Joan had never stepped into the office for the longest time, the least she could do was to head down and say hi to some of the employees.
Joan threw up her hands in mock surrender and said she’ll head down the next day if they drive her down.
I almost choked on my dessert when I heard Joan asked her parents if I could stay over at their place that evening without first consulting me.
Her dad simply replied,
Joan’s dad : Join us at the factory tomorrow morning too.
I smiled and nodded politely and Joan gave me a playful pinch on my thigh.
When her parents were not within earshot, I asked Joan
James : What if we bump into Thomas ?
She waved me off, adding that Thomas only shows up on payday.
Joan : You’ll win the lottery before you see in working on a weekend.
4th March 2013
Sunday
Nothing happened at Joan’s place.
Instead of asking Joan to sleep with the door open, her parents decided to sleep with their door open.
8.00am
We took a short drive to the central kitchen and I could smell the delicious food being prepared the moment we got out of the car.
Hygiene was strictly observed and we wore mask even though we’re only passing through the far end of the kitchen where the frozen food were stored en route to the office.
The office is small, probably about the size of a HDB living room with a few tables and filing cabinets.
Joan was talking to her parents and I helped myself to the copy of newspaper on the round table which I assumed doubled up as the meeting desk.
Joan’s mum had called to one of her staff to bring us protective gears and boots so we could tour the cooking area.
8.15am
The staff came with only 2 pairs of boots, and aprons. Joan went on ahead with her mum while I stayed behind reading the news.
Joan’s dad joined me and we were both leaning back on the chair, papers covering our face.
I quickly looked around the office, trying to find any out if there were any information I can get about the PRC girl.
There was the giant white board, with names and work schedules scribbled in a mix of English and mandarin.
There were names, many names. I tried to single out which one was hers but it was impossible.
Most of the names on the board were all alias.
Ah meng, Ah yen, Auntie Choo, Ah sun, even a Ah neh and Ah bang.
The cabinets did not seem like they were locked but I can’t exactly rummage through them.
I saw a plague with Thomas name on 1 of the table and I was tempted to head over.
I needed a reason.
A good plausible reason.
I looked around the office again and I noticed Thomas’s desk was the only one with a box of tissues.
I lowered my papers to make sure Joan’s dad was still engrossed in his. His papers were held high, at eye level. Even when he flips, he kept the papers upright.
I decided to take a gamble and I tickled my nose with the edge of the papers.
The smell of the chemical from the print and the tease of the paper edges gave me what I wanted in no time.
James : Ahhh CHhhozz….ah choozz..
I lowered my papers to see Joan’s dad peering over the side of his.
Joan’s Dad : You ok ?
I nodded and I just stood up naturally as if I was looking for something.
I walked over and reached for a couple of tissues at Thomas’ desk and I saw Joan’s dad lifted the papers up again.
I blew my nose a couple of times, keeping my eyes on Joan’s dad.
My heart was racing.
I felt like peeing as I calculated the risk in my head.
There were so many things on Thomas’ table, but if Joan’s dad were to catch me snooping around, I would not have a good reason to explain myself off.
I took a quick look to check out Thomas’ table.
Files, folders and yes. A picture.
A picture of him and the girl. It was taken by someone else as they were by the side of his car.
A Nissan.
Carplate. I remembered the carplate.
I was about to take a closer look when I heard the ruffling sound of papers flipping.
I quickly reeled around and pulled a couple more napkins and dabbed at my nose.
The papers were still blocking Joan’s dad and I quickly stole another glance at the desk.
I lifted up some papers, it was nothing but purchase order and invoices.
I could feel beads of perspirations build up on my forehead.
I heard the flipping ruffle of the papers and I quickly stopped and walked back to my seat just in time to see the papers being put down.
I barely sat down when I saw the papers went back up, he just started on a different section.
I bunched up the used tissues and walked over to the bin near the door.
That was when I spied the time cards and the clock beside the door.
The time cards were neatly arranged and the names of the employees were printed no only on the cards, it was printed on the metal racks that held them.
Each slot was like a mini pigeon hole, the slit size is probably about the length of a A4 sheet. Some of the slots had envelopes and letter stuffed into them too and I noticed it was addressed to the same employee that owed that slot.
I heard the ruffle of the papers and I dropped the balls of used tissue into the bin and pretended to walk back.
I checked to make sure the papers were up and I quickly doubled back to the rack.
My heart was slamming against my ribcage and I quickly ran down the list of names.
Every slot was filled except 2.
One was for Shen Yan Ting, the other for Halim.
There was no timecard for that 2 employee.
I heard the paper sound again and I quickly bent down and got onto my knees just in time to see Joan’s dad stand up.
I pretended to tie my laces and I calmed myself down.
Heading back to my seat, I held up the life section of the papers to block what I was doing, I did a google search of the name Shen Yan ting.
It yielded quite a few results but I could not find any pictures to link the name to the PRC girl.
I mentally filed away the information.
10.30am
We left the factory and I excused myself to the bathroom while waiting for breakfast to be served at the prate joint in Jalan Kayu.
I dialled the number of the office and after 2 tries, it was answered by a employee.
James : Hi, can I speak to Shen Yan Ting ?
Employee : She is no longer with the company. Who’s that on the line.
I had my reasons ready and I wanted to confirm the information I had was accurate.
James : I’m from the visa agency, I helping her to do her visa application. Is there anyway I can contact her ?
Employee : I don’t know. You wait.
I was put on hold for a while before the phone got picked up by another employee.
The person spoke in mainland Chinese and asked me what I wanted.
Employee 2 : 你哪位？( who is this )
James : 我是代申请签证公司的。 之前燕婷填了些表格。 你有办法联系到她吗？ ( I’m from the agency what helps to submit visa application, Yanting filled in some forms previously, is there anyway I can contact her ？)
Employee 2 : 哦。燕婷不在这干了。。表格没联系方式吗？( she no longer works here, is there no contact number on the form ？ )
James: 哦。 我试过了。 联系不上， 你能给我他手机吗？ ( I tried, can’t get her )
Employee 2 : xxxx1715
James : 哦，难怪。 表格上写成 xxxx1515. ( Oh , the form is written as xxxx1515 )
James : 好。 谢了。怎么样称呼你呢？ ( Thank you, how do I address you ? )
I spent another 5 minutes on the phone and found out the employee was called Ah yen and I told her to consider my company when doing her visa application in the future.
Ah yen is still sharing a flat with Yanting together with a few other housemates, and I offered to give them a good rate for any visa related applications if she introduce them to me.
I even bragged that we have a good success rate with the applications.
Right before I hung up, I asked her if I could confirm the address with her since Yanting’s handwriting is not clear and she gave me her home address without second thought.
I hung up after thanking her, I chuckled when I realised I did not even tell her the company I was supposedly from.
I keyed Yanting’s number and address into my phone the moment I hang up.
I immediately went to wasapp and tried my luck.
Bingo.
The profile picture of that bitch showed up the moment I added her to the contact list.
I went back and enjoyed my Sunday breakfast with Joan and her family.
9.30pm
I contacted the same brother which sold me the phone card some time back and asked if I could get another one.
He replied that he can meet me at 11pm that evening.
10.30 pm
Jasper saw me getting dressed at 10.30pm that evening and asked what was I up to.
James : Mind you own business la.
I loitered a couple blocks away from my place and waited at the agreed carpark.
11pm
The same brother arrived with a card for me and I paid him before thanking him for the trouble.
I got back into my room and laid out everything, packing them into separate compartments in a old black haversack of mine.
I did extensive social media search of Yan ting and I found several pictures of her on Linkedin and on weibo.
My room door opened suddenly and Jasper came in.
I quickly minimised the windows but it was too late, he saw Yanting’s picture.
Jasper : Wah Knn… you 2 timing Joan ah ?
James : Fuck you la. What you want ?
He returned me a brand new box of condoms.
Jasper : Nah. Return you.
He was about to make another stupid comment when he saw the look I had on my face, I was not in the mood for silly jokes and he caught onto that before he blurted something stupid.
No one knows me better than Jasper, after all, we’re brothers our whole life.
He helped himself to the mouse and brought up the pictures again.
Jasper : Who is she ?
I closed everything and shut down the computer.
James : She’s the reason Joan’s hurt.
Jasper nodded and left my room, not before adding that if I needed help, he’s up for it.
Jasper : I can skip a few lectures…..What are brothers for ? Let me know.
I text Jasper if he’s up for a bit for fun the next morning.
Jasper sms : Why not ?
4th March 2013
7am
I left home early with Jasper and reached the coffee shop in Serangoon north which gives me a view of the unit which Yanting stayed base on my research on google maps.
It’s amazing how much information you can get with streetview.
I ordered breakfast for both of us, chose a suitable seat and settled down.
The coffee shop faces the common corridor of that block of 3 room flats and from where I sat, I have a good view of the residents leaving their units for work.
I saw at least 4 person leaving the target unit on the 3rd floor but they were all casually dressed and none of them looked like that PRC bitch.
It was a torture to wait in the coffee shop and I took the time to fill Jasper in on the situation.
From Thomas hitting Joan till that very incident with Yanting.
10am
I saw a familiar car pass us by on the road and headed into the carpark and I immediately told Jasper to confirm the car plate.
He came back a while later and I verified it was the same one I saw in the picture.
Thomas.
10.10am
Thomas was on the phone and we watched him step into the lift and head up to the 3rd storey.
The door opened and he went in.
He was wearing all black that day and Jasper commented that he looked like an Ox.
Jasper : Wah… so tua jiak and so tan ? Black Ox.
I passed Jasper a walkie talkie and I asked him to keep an eye on the unit.
James : Let me know if they come out.
I was going to snoop around the car.
I walked 10 steps away and I tested the device.
James : Testing.. testing… can hear bo Jasper.. ?
Jasper : Knn… don’t say name la… this kind of frequency every Tom, dick harry can access.
James : Okok ……Just Call me J Lor.
I literally meant the letter ‘J’ and the ‘lor’ was just my singlish but I did not expect Jasper to take it so seriously.
Jasper : You don’t have J Lo figure la…. But good call sign.…. Call me ‘J lo 12’ ,.. you can be ‘J lo 11’
James : You siao ah.. you miss your in camp si bo.
Jasper : enemy call sign is simi ?
James : I don’t care la.. you can call him chee bye for all I care.
Jasper : Aiyah.. go la.. go la… don’t waste time.
I went over to the carpark. It was a good 50 m or so from the coffee shop.
I peeped into the car and I could make out some bags and documents.
Jasper decided to comms me at that moment.
Jasper : J lor, J lor…. Oei J lor…
James : Knn la. Simi ? I already very kan Cheong already.. I hear you until I also feel like ‘zhao lor’
Jasper : If I see them heading down how ?
James : Warn me la !….
I put the walkie talkie aside and I searched in my haversack for something I could use.
I don’t think I could achieve much within such short time but even if it’s a prank on Thomas’ car, it’s better than nothing.
I was about to superglue the wipers to the windscreen when I heard some broken messages from the walkie talkie.
It was just broken and all I could make out was ;
Buzz… buzz…down… coming…. Buzz… I think… so… buzz.
James : Repeat last message.
Jasper : buzz… buzz…… I …. Think…. Buzz…see…
James : I can’t hear…. Repeat. Speak slowly la…
Jasper : buzz.. buzz… ahhhh. Buzz…
I put the talkie aside and I got down on my knees to uncap the glue.
Right when I got down, I could hear footsteps and voices heading towards me.
I looked under the car and I saw 2 pair of legs heading towards my direction.
One in heels, one in shoes.
I panicked.
Before I could react, the 2 person split, heading to each side of the car.
I was fucked.
There was no way for me to get out without being seen.
Right when I was about to make a dash for it, I heard this loud commotion.
Crash !… arhhhrghgh….
I could hear Yanting’s scream.
I did not wait but immediately made a dash across the carpark to the neighbouring block.
I ran up a flight of steps before I peeped down at the commotion below.
I looked down to see a recycle bin
Yes, those yellow coloured bins with wheels, it was resting at the rear or Thomas’ car.
And for Thomas, he must have taken a bump of the recycling bin and was down on his hands and knees cursing away.
Yanting rushed over to his side.
I looked around, trying to find Jasper.
He must have pushed the bin towards the car.
James : Jasper !… Jasper !…. where are you ?
James : Jasper !… are you ok ?
I was getting a little worried as I watched Thomas and Yanting try to shit the bin.
It must be pretty full, they’re having some trouble pushing it away.
I was about to call Jasper on his phone when my walkie talkie rang.
I could hear Jasper panting in the background but he still manage to say it.
Jasper : J lo 12 to J lo 11……… we have a black ox down…. Black ox down
Apologies for the delay.
Holiday season.
Will update on Monday.
Happy holidays all
Cheers
ilock
I wanted to burst out laughing but I could only pant as I tried to calm myself down. Everything happened so fast and although it was only a short sprint, the excitement and anxiety of everything happening together actually made my heart raced as if I has just ran a marathon.
I asked Jasper where he was and he said he’s not sure, he just ran a couple of blocks and went up the stairs.
James : Landmarks brother… landmarks. What can you see ?
Jasper : HDB… everywhere also HDB.
I took another look at Thomas and saw that they had already got rid of the bin and had gotten into their car.
I watched as they pulled out of the driveway and disappeared into the main road.
James : Meet me back at the coffee shop.
We met up shortly after and after a quick discussion, we decided to head up to the unit to take a look.
We made a casual pass and checked that there was no cameras along the corridor but it’s a really opened corridor. Anyone will be able to see what was happening at that unit.
Jasper and I went to the nearest bus stop and made our way to Ang Mo Kio.
12pm
I bought Jasper lunch at a restaurant. As we tucked into our roast duck, I realised I had about 7 miss calls on my phone.
4 were from my office extension, the other 3 were from Joan.
She must be wondering where I was, and she would probably not be in the best of mood when she realised I took annual leave without telling her about it.
I wanted to call her back but did not want to do it with Jasper around just in case she subjects me to a series of embarrassing replies and questions.
12.20pm
Jasper had just tucked into his 2nd bowl of rice when his phone and he answered after giving the phone a questionable look.
Jasper : Who is this?
Jasper : Hello ?
That was followed by a 3 second of silence before he looked at me and smiled.
Jasper : Oh… Oh.. hold on.
I asked him who it was and he mouthed that it was Joan.
Jasper passed me the phone and told me good luck.
James : Hi dear..
Joan : What are you up to ?
I explained to her that I had some errands to run and I wanted to buy my brother lunch.
James : It’s been a while since we got together.
Joan : Right ~~~~ ….. you see each other everyday….~~
I spent 10 minutes on the phone with her and even though it was obvious she’s not very convinced with my reasons, she did not pressed me any further.
1 pm
Joan mentioned something that really struck a chord with me.
I see my brother almost everyday but come to think of it, we hardly talked.
I could not believe how much we chatted and caught up with each other over that lunch session.
Memories of our childhood came flooding back as I recalled the times we were jumping around the living room, leaping off the sofas.
Images of my parents preparing reunion dinner in the kitchen while we screamed and shouted, waving the miniature lion dance heads around during new years eve.
I could not believe how fast time flew by, before long, the shouting and games stopped. It was replaced by words and greetings so cold , that you would not believe barely a few years ago, we were still sharing the same toys from the toy box.
I woke up one day to realise that it was my brother’s turn to head to Tekong, and I remembered how proud I was of him when the family sent him off to the island.
The look of worry on my mum’s face, the expressionless look on my dad’s and just a nostalgic sense of the good old days as I breathe in the salty air.
Before I even realised it, I had already joined the workforce and Jasper had gone back to school.
The countless times we pass each other by in the living room with a simple nod of the head, a monosyllabic greeting, and that acknowledge nod at the dining table. It was a stark contrast from the noisy setting when we fought over every single thing when we were young.
I sipped my tea as I watched Jasper describe some of his course mates, the sudden realisation that I had known this very man for about a quarter of a century and yet we had drifted apart by so much within the past few years.
1.15pm
As I called for the bill, I reminded myself to make it a point to spend some time with Jasper every once in a while.
Jasper : Need to split the bill bo ?
I waved him off, adding that it’s ok.
James : What are brothers for ..
Jasper grabbed bubble tea for both of us and we took a stroll through the neighbourhood shops of Ang Mo Kio.
It’s been a while since I visited and being a old school heartlander, I preferred these old shops along the old town more than any glitzy malls.
I was happily sipping my tea, chewing on my pearl when Jasper grabbed my hand.
He yanked me to the side, out into the open plaza.
James : Simi… simi tai ji ?
Jasper was quiet, his gaze focused on something a distance away.
James : what ? what’s wrong.
My brother kept his gaze steady and I followed his pace. He stopped abruptly and turned towards me.
Jasper : Behind my right ear, your 11 o clock.
I turned to look, my eyes searching the distance for whatever Jasper has caught sight of.
I felt my heart skipped a beat when I realised who I was looking at.
It was Yanting.
I saw her outside this shop, trying to eat some fruits. The tight dress she was wearing with all the glittering accessories and the high heels made her stand out in the neighbourhood.
A couple of old man turned to stare at her heavily made up face as she bent forward awkwardly to bite on a piece of fruit that she was trying to hold with a plastic bag.
She was wearing a pretty low cut dress, and the very sight itself was a put off for me.
The way she stood to balance herself on those high heels and the manner in which she was dripping fruits all over the pavement.
Even the bangala worker that was pushing some bins along stared at her.
I nudged Jasper closer for a look and we tried to look casual.
I could see a couple of aunties throwing her a dirty look, no doubt convinced that she had cheated some poor old man of his CPF.
If only they knew she had her eyes on something bigger.
Yeah. Like A Black Ox.
I told Jasper to walk in front while I hung back a good 5 meters away and we just strolled casually down the alley of shops that sold everything from mattress to gold jewelleries.
As Jasper got closer, I saw him casually looked around before moving on.
I was nervous.
I was worried about two things.
One, Yanting had been to the office before, and although we did not have any direct interaction, I was not sure if she would recognise me.
I was wearing pretty casual, my hair was not gelled, she did not pay much attention to me that day in the office anyway, there might be a chance I could slip pass.
Two, If Thomas was there, he sould wurely recognise me.
I got closer to her and my eyes did a quick scan.
The immediate shop to my right was one that was split into 2.
Half was a small beauty shop, facial, eye brow removal and stuff while the one on the left is a mobile shop.
I slowed my pace as I pretended to read some of the hand written ads along the street.
YanTing was done with her fruits and she had stepped into the mobile shop, apparently chatting with one of the staff as he passed her some napkins to clean her hands.
I pretened to be interested in a facial promotion that was brightly coloured on the standing board outside the shop and I strained my ears to try and pick up snippets of conversations.
Anything at all will be helpful.
Anything.
I could not hear anything with the loud music from the shop and I took one step closer, pretending to pick up a brochure from the booth.
Then before I could react and unfold the brochure, I heard the rapid click of heels towards my direction.
I panicked and I quickly tried to slot the brochure back but it was too late.
A figure appeared in front of me and I was hit with that strong smell of perfume as I looked up and stared straight into Yanting’s face.
I was dumbstruck and before I could react, Yanting spoke first.
Yanting : 先生，洗脸吗？ ( Would you like a facial Sir ? )
James : ERmm… erm… it’s ok… I’m fine.
I was about to turn and leave when Yanting grabbed my hand.
Yanting : Wait… wait…
Her eyes widened and I could see the layer of fake eye lashes as she stared at my face.
I was about to push her hands away and walked off when she spoke.
For that instance I thought she recognised me from Joan’s office.
Yanting : You… the..
Yanting : You eyebag….very bad… face oily….oily.. need treatment..
She went on to try and sell me a promotional trial facial at $28 .
My heart was racing as she tried to explain to me in broken English that I needed to take care of my face and so on.
I could see Jasper from the corner of my eye standing a distance away, no doubt looking for another bin to push towards my way the moment I signalled for help.
Yanting : Try… it’s very good… I swear… good.. you’ll sure come back.
I decided to take the risk of getting disfigured and agreed to the trial.
I stepped into the shop and was hit by this overwhelming scent of lemongrass.
I immediately dropped Jasper a message to tell him to head back on his own, I’ll update him again.
I set down my bag as Yanting served me a glass of tea.
Yanting : You wait a while…. Get ready room.
The interior is dark, the warm orange glow of the light cast this dreamlike shadow on the lounge where I was sitting. It’s a small space, but it’s cozy enough.
There was another lady at the reception, no doubt a PRC as well from the way she dressed.
5 minutes later, I was ushered into a room and told to lie down.
I was about to when I saw Yanting close the room door.
James : ERmm.. you’re doing the facial ?
Yanting : Yes… of course… I very experienced….. do this many years.
I wanted to shout chee bye at her, really.
She’s been working as a chef cooking in the kitchen for so many years and she got the cheek to tell me she’s an experienced therapist.
James : Oh.. ok…
In my heart, I was already dreading the facial.
I kept telling myself I was fucked.
I’m going to get disfigured.
I’m going to get pus bursting out of my pores by night fall.
After I laid down, Yanting put a blanket over me and went about preparing for my facial.
I could only follow the click of her heels as she paced around the small cramp room for a couple of minutes.
I was already thinking of how to tell Joan about the sacrifice I was about to make when I felt the cold touch of Yanting’s fingers on my face.
She used some cotton to clean my face before applying some facial wash.
Seriously, it smells like the Johnson facial wash I used at home with a little added herb smell.
Yanting : Ok… I doing the cleansing now…
After the first wash, I had some machine spray mist on my face for a good 10 minutes as Yanting gave me a head massage.
I felt like a plant being watered on my face and my head hurts.
Her nails were quite long and some of her presses hurt.
I heard the opening of a fridge, probably the one from the corner of the room and I felt the soft fabric of a cloth mesh being applied on my face.
Yanting cut a breathing hole before she applied this mint smelling stuff on my face.
Yanting : This… cold mask… very good.
James : Orh…
The moment the mask came on, Yanting started her sales pitch.
Needless to say, she wanted to me to sign up some package for the facial.
She tried to sell me 20 sessions for 2.4 k, I refused, adding that it’s too expensive.
She tried again with 15 sessions, before eventually coming down to 10 sessions.
When she failed to sell me any, she pretended to be disappointed.
Yanting : If I not sales…. Boss will scold…. Help me please…
She pretended to plea in a pitiful voice, whining about how high the cost of living is in Singapore.
I could not believe the words that are coming out of this woman’s mouth.
Then without warning, the door opened and even with my eyes closed, I felt the sudden increase in brightness.
The voice that rang out caused my balls to shrink in the cold room.
I recognised it anywhere.
It was Thomas.
Thomas : 宝贝啊。。。Oh .. Sorry….
Yanting : 干嘛啦。。。人家工作。。。差不多呀卖个20的配套了，。。。你干嘛来打扰啊。。。现在谈不成了啦。。。讨 厌。。 ( What do you want ? I almost closed a big sale, why did you have to disturb? You’re causing me to lose the sale.)
Thomas apologised a couple to times to me for intruding on the facial and he excused himself and closed the door.
Yanting apologised too and asked to be excused.
I could feel my heart slamming against my ribcage as I prayed that Thomas would not recognise me. If my face had not been covered by that mass of muddy mask, it would have been game over.
I could not think of a reason to explain myself out of this one.
I immediately racked my brains on how to get out of this situation when voices of their conversations reached me in the room.
I did not expect her to speak to Thomas right outside the door, the soundproofing it pretty bad. I could hear almost everything.
She blamed him for disturbing her and that I’m angry and I refused to buy the package.
She whined in a pitiful voice and demanded that Thomas pay her the commission that she was supposed to get. Thomas laughed in a typical manly voice that only serves to tell any bystanders that he was already her carrot.
Thomas : 你只是在这打发时间。。干嘛怎么样认真。。(You’re only here to pass time, why take things so seriously )
Yanting : 去你的。。什么话。。。有钱不赚吗？ ( what nonsense, who would give up the chance to make money )
Yanting returned shortly after and apologised to me.
She tried to sell me stuff again and I took the opportunity to sound her out.
James : Oh… is that your boss ? He came to scold you ?
Yanting : Oh.. no.. no.. friend… he my friend…
James : Oh ok… I thought he’s the boss, come in to check on you.
Yanting : Oh … no hahha… boss no come here…. Only me and xiaofang.
Yanting went on about other products and even haircare formulas that she claimed shaolin monks used when they ORD from the temple.
When she has exhausted her means, I asked her how much she makes a month.
Yanting : Oh… very little…. Basic only $700… need commission.
She went on another rant about me not supporting her and even dropped the price of the packages she proposed earlier.
James : But…. 700 is low…. you wear branded clothes and earrings.
She was caught off guard but she bounced back pretty fast.
Yanting : Oh… no… haha…this from….commissions.. haha..
She helped me removed the mask and I heard her head out of the room.
The next time she came back to attend to me, I heard her call out at the door.
Yanting : 小芳，门关上啊。。。 跟Thomas 说我出去会。。。
Immediately my senses were high on alert. Bloody bitch must be using some hardsell lock door tactic on me.
I could probably guess she would say she locked me in till I buy a package from her.
I was already preparing a list of reasons why I do not wish to purchase the package and I was even thinking about calling Jasper for backup when Yanting got back and began cleansing my face for the last time.
Yanting : You… Singaporean ? … no speak Chinese ?
James : Oh… I was overseas for quite a while… I can’t really speak or understand Chinese… I know how to order chicken rice…. 鸡饭一包 ( a packet of chicken rice )
I spoke in a obscene way in terms of pronunciation for that few words and Yanting laughed.
Yanting : Hahaa.. very good… good…
I felt the cotton balls rolled up my face and Yanting pat dry the rest of my cheeks and forehead.
Right before I sat up, she spoke something that made my heart stopped.
It threw me off balance.
It got me disorientated for a while before I regained my footing.
My mouth must have gasped opened for a second or 2.
Yanting : You….. want special ? …
Bloody… bitch….. like that also can ah…
I was struggling to come up with a reply and I could already feel Yanting’s hands touching me on my shoulders and roaming down my chest.
I tried to evaluate the situation and come up with an appropriate response.
I myself was surprised with the amount of information I could process within that short period of time.
From doing a brief summary of her looks, to her figure, to her dressing.
She was definitely shapelier that Joan and she looks presentable. One you would definitely ask for if you see her at the KTV door popping her head in.
She had that oriental look with a finishing touch of slut attitude. The perfect character for a concubine if I was an emperor but she would never be queen.
The tight dress showed off her figure perfectly, tracing every curves her body has to offer.
Yanting’s skin is really fair, her fingers felt smooth too, like the touch of firm baby skin. She has a sweet vixen smile, one I have no doubts would coax a lot of men to part willingly with their hard earned money.
She knew how to play her cards well, the gentle touches, the whiny voice, the way a little girl pretends to act all shy and helpless to get whatever she wants.
Yanting started saying in broken English that she don’t do this for everyone, only those that she liked.
Yanting : You handsome boy…. If not no special… hur hur hur…
James : Ermm.. haha… ok…
I decided to play along and ask what kind of services are available.
She took a moment to consider my question before asking if I’m from any law enforcement agency.
Yanting : You…. No police ? … sure ? haha… I don’t want to go jail. Haha..
James : Of course not. I’m just an average customer. Haha…
She took a while to response before adding that she only provides handjob.
My eyes widened in disbelief and she laughed, slapping me playfully on my shoulder.
Yanting : I don’t know you…. I only see you today…. So only handjob..
James : So if I come often, got other specials ? haha
Yanting : Of course, you come everyday, I give you special. Haha.
I laughed and told her I can recommend a lot of customers for her, that way, she can earn more commissions.
She seemed a bit reserved but I added that they are big clients, all bosses, they tip very well and her eyes seemed to lit up a little.
Yanting : So,,…. Special for you ? yes ?
I nodded and sat up on the bed.
She was about to unzip my pants when I stopped her and asked if I could have a special request.
I told her I want to touch her, all over, anywhere I wanted, and she no need to handjob for me. I will do it myself.
She considered my request and agreed.
Yanting : No shoot mouth and face.
James : Haha.. then where can I shoot.
She took a box of tissues and waved it at me but I told her I don’t want tissues. I want to shoot onto her breast.
Yanting : No… cannot.. haha.. very hard to clean…
After a little haggling and the promise of a big tip, she allowed me to shoot onto her feet.
I asked her to turn and face the wall, partly because I could not stand the look of her even though she’s quite pretty.
I’m not being picky or anything, but it’s just me. It’s a personal preference.
She slut up the moment she faced the wall, no doubt thinking that she landed herself a good deal, don’t even need to do a hand job, just let someone touch. What’s so hard about that ?
Yanting placed both palms against the wall, perking her butt towards me, she slid one of her legs back a little, getting into this sluttly a la ready to be doggied kind of position.
She chirped in a little squeaky voice, asking me if that’s ok.
Yanting : Can ? Ok ?
James : Yes. … yes…
I grabbed and pressed her firm butt, my palm feeling the soft velvety texture of her tight dress. I drew circles with my palms, feeling the softness within the firmness of her womanly curves.
I let my palm slide and wander all over her body, feeling every curve, and Yanting would give out soft moans of approval as I roamed my hands.
It made me feel as if my touch was like that of a seasoned therapist, giving her obscene amount of pleasure.
I roamed and cupped my left hand around her bouncy breast, squeezing them a little too hard and she squealed.
Yanting : Arh… pain…. Soft… soft more… pain.
I felt this incredible sense of sick pleasure when I know I’m inflicting pain on her. She was trying to wriggle her way out of my grasp but I moved forward, trapping her against the wall with my body as I fondled her body.
A body that no doubt had been abused and used in everyway possible by Thomas. But it didn’t bothered me.
I had an erection alright, any man would when presented with such a willing body. Together with her fake moans of pleasure, it was enough for me to start stroking myself.
I reached into her dress, feeling the soft lace of her bra before I came into contact with her nipple.
A nipple which probably had been licked, sucked and abused by many. I shudder at the thought and proceeded to fondle her breast as I wank away behind Yanting.
It was probably the heavy breathing of mine on her neck that told her I was coming.
Yanting’s breathing got heavier and faster in an attempt to match my tempo.
Yanting : Arghh.. urgh.. urgh…. 来呀。。。。来呀。。。快。。快。。。来吧。
It was something I have yet to experience. That cheap slut voice with the Chinese accent urging me to come.
James : Argh.. I’m coming… I’m coming…
Yanting turned around and I saw her slipped off her heels.
She rested herself against a shelf and lifted her right feet up to my dick and she continued her fake slut moan.
It was too much for me to bear and I quickly came, squirting streams of warm cum onto her manicured feet.
Yanting : Ughh… yes… ueghh….. yes….. yes….
I saw my cum dribble onto the floor and most of it coated her toe cleavage and a good chunk landed near her ankle.
I caught a breather as I watch Yanting clean up with wet tissue and slipped her heels back on.
James : You… don’t need to go wash ?
Yanting : No no… it’s ok…
I paid her for the special, $80 and I gave her a big tip. $50.
She smiled brightly and asked me to visit her soon.
I told her can I recommend some friends of mine to her and she said of course.
Yanting : My name is Yvonne….
I smiled and nodded.
James : My name is Robert. I’ll tell my friends to say my name when I recommend them ok .
Yanting accompanied me to the cashier and I paid Xiaofang for the facial. She was about to unlock the main door when I asked if I could leave by the back.
Yanting gave me a sly smile and said ok.
Yanting : You must be always go special…. Like back door.
James : Haha. You have no idea…
I thanked her for the service and I took a peek around the back to check that the coast is clear before I left.
It was already close to 4.30pm by the time I reach home and everyone was out.
I took a shower and scrubbed myself clean, especially my face.
As I piled on the facial wash for the 4th time, one question crossed my mind.
Did she wash her hands before she washed my face ?
I shivered at the thought and scrubbed myself thoroughly before I collapsed onto my bed.
I must have totally knocked out because by the time I woke up, it was already dark.
I could hear quite a bit of voices in the living room, my parents, Jasper and definitely Joan,
I got up, stretched and open the door cautiously.
I saw the clock and it was already 7.35pm
My mum had bought back dinner instead of cooking and Joan was in the midst of folding up her long sleeves to help set up the table.
I don’t know if it was my sleepy just woke up eyes but Joan oh Joan. She looked so beautiful that evening.
Her hair was tied up in a pony tail, the bunch of silky hair bounced as she got about helping to set up the table.
The simple white blouse was a little translucent, and I could see the imprint of her camisole she was wearing on the inside. Her black skirt was tight, really tight that it rode up whenever she bent.
Joan had to pull them down and adjust herself whenever she stretched.
I was enjoying the sight when she looked up and our sights met.
Her eyes narrowed to a slit as she shot me a dagger like look. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and went to wash my face before joining everyone at the table.
Dinner was concluded and Joan cut some of the apples she bought on the way over.
I went over and offered to help but was met with a hostile response.
James : Come I help….
Joan just turned towards me with the knife in her hands without a word.
Joan : You…better have a good explanation for me later…….
I saw the force in which Joan separated 2 pieces of apples and I retreated out of the kitchen.
I could not tell if the apple was really that crunchy that evening or Joan was biting them really hard. All I knew was that dagger like suspicious look never left me.
9.20pm
Joan went into my room first and Jasper quickly came over to my side.
Jasper : Ok ok… quick one.
He tried to recall what Joan had asked him and he summarised his replies he gave
Jasper : but hor, paiseh ah. … I cannot explain why we were not together the entire day. I bump into her at the train station on my way back. I told her you had other plans after lunch.
9.25pm
I took a breath and opened my room door.
Joan was sitting on my chair, her legs crossed as she fiddled with her phone.
James : Hi dear…
She laughed.
Joan : don’t come and ‘hi dear’ me…
James : Actually hor… this morning…
She ignored me and gestured for me to pass her my phone.
James : Why ?
She took my phone and got onto my bed, lying on her tummy.
She gave me this cheeky look and asked for my password.
Joan : Password ? …. Got anything to hide or not ? Any calls on your call list forget to delete ? har ? har ?
I shrugged my shoulders and told her don’t have.
Joan : Must be up to no good…
She asked for my password again and I told her it’s the last 4 digit of her handphone number.
There was a look of surprise on her face but I could see she was trying to stifle a smile as she keyed it in.
I got into bed beside her the same moment she unlocked the screen and out pops a picture of her smiling as she sipped her coffee as my wallpaper.
Nothing could have hidden that smile of hers as she bit on her lip and scrolled to my contact list.
She gave me another look as if asking me for permission to open it and I told her to go ahead.
James : I have nothing to hide one leh…
She laughed and instead went to dial her own number.
The moment she hit dialled, the words ‘ dearie Joan’ came up on screen and I was duely rewarded with a kiss on my cheek.
Joan : Wah…. Do until like that ah… sure do something wrong liao la… haha.
I laughed and went to look at Joan’s phone only to see my name displayed as ; James , cubicle colleague.
James : Wah lau…
She chuckled and replied in an amused manner as she rolled onto her back.
Joan : Aiyah… we girls don’t go for this one la…
It was such a playful remark that even she giggled at her own reply.
Joan started taking selfies of herself with my phone, as if she was determined to flood my entire sd card with her pictures.
I sat onto my chair and looked at her, feeling a sense of guilt for what I did that afternoon.
Looking at Joan’s dressing, I was reminded of the uniform the thai university students wore.
The tight black skirt and the figure hugging white top.
Joan saw me looking at her in that manner and she quickly got up and adjusted her skirt and top, pulling them properly.
Joan : No!….
I laughed and told her I haven said a thing but she rolled her eyes at me.
Joan : Some things…. You don’t need to say….
She returned my phone to me and went to the door, saying that she needed a drink of water.
I followed her out to the kitchen and right when she poured herself a glass of water, she asked.
Joan : Where did you go after lunch with Jasper.
James : I went for a foot massage followed by the library.
She nodded and teased me.
Joan : Stress or not…. I asking so many questions…. Haha.
I smiled and replied as I went forward for a hug, putting my hands around her waist.
James : You’re asking because you care…
Joan : Wah liew…. How many little girls you cheat liao James ? ~~ haha.
James : Where got cheat other girls, you see my phone liao… nothing inside one..
I could not believe how good I was at this and I could feel my ego getting a good boost as I flashed Joan a seductive smile.
Joan smiled and the next thing she said wiped the smile off my face.
Joan : Ok… good… what about the spare phone in your drawer ?
My reaction of shock must have been obvious as Joan smirk and folded her arms, waiting for me reply.
Right then, the bathroom door in the kitchen opened and Jasper came out.
Jasper : Kor, I need the spare phone for my in camp next month. Lent me ah.
Jasper dried his hair as he checked himself on the small mirror on the kitchen above the sink.
Jasper : Joan jie… the spare phone is shared by the both of us…. For in camp training…
He took a comb, brushed back his hair, poured himself a glass of water and walked suavely out the kitchen, but not before he gave me a wink.
Joan changed the manner in which she folded her hands, overlapping her left over right and gave me a look from the corner of her eye.
Joan : Fine ~~…
I followed Joan back to my room and saw her checked the time before crawling onto my bed again, this time round huddling to the extreme corner.
James : Dear ah… what’s wrong with you ?….
She just shrugged her shoulders and said that after the incident with Thomas, she finds it hard for her to trust another guy completely.
I did not know what to reply to that and I just nodded.
I saw her suddenly pull back her knees to check on her nails, mumbling something about needing to get her nails done.
I went over to join Joan on the bed and she cuddled up with me as I put my arms around her.
She tilted her head backwards, looking at me from a weird angle and asked.
Joan : Promise me something James..
James : Yah ?
Joan : Promise you wont cheat , lie or steal…
I gave her a silly look and asked.
James : You have a lot for me to steal from you ah ?
That remark earned me a light slap on my face from Joan, one she did not even bother to look at me, simply just waving her hand in the rough direction my face was at.
I was quiet for a while before I eased myself out from the bed.
Joan just stared at me while I spoke in a calm measured manner.
James : I cannot promise you that Joan….
She was about to throw a pillow at me when I continued.
James : I will cheat….. I will cheat death for as long as I could, so I can spend every waking moment by your side.
I paused for that to sink in as a smile slowly broke out from Joan
James : I will lie….. I will lie beside you on your darkest nights, and be your beacon of light.
Joan had already gotten on her knees and her hands had reached out for me.
James : I will steal…. I will steal away all your sorrows, and fill your days with nothing but laughter…….
And as I went forward to embrace Joan for a hug, I added the last part of my sentence.
James : And orgasms…
She laughed and tried to push me away but I held her back and started unbuttoning her top.
Joan : Oei… don’t la… late already…
James : But…. You look like a thai university school girl…. Simply irresistible ….
I tried to kiss Joan but she laughed and pushed me away.
She managed to get out of my bed and started to adjust the clothes properly, brushing her hair while I whined and begged on the bed.
Joan just laughed and asked me to walk her to the door.
I said my goodnights and asked her to drop me a message when she gets back.
As I close my room door, I felt that immense sense of guilt again as I composed my feelings.
I had no choice.
Some decisions I have to make, some things I had to do.
I went to my phone chat app and called up the group that was usually only active during my in camp training days.
James to wasapp group : Yoz…. How are you guys…. Long time never go Cheong…
P1 : Haha… I thought you retired…. Got lobang bo ?
P2 : Lai… lai… anytime…
P3 : Need to wait for baby to sleep then can Cheong
P4 : Bo lobang how to Cheong….
I waited 5 minutes and I could not help but laugh at the array of replies from my in camp mates.
James wasapp : I got this new lobang…. Interested bo ?
I was peppered with request for contacts and locations within seconds and I texted the details out to the group.
P3 : Got FR bo ?
P2 : KNN… James recommend one leh…. Confirm ho liao one…. Tio bo sergent James ?
James wasapp : … Tio….. tio….
P5 : Tio…… then go Singapore pool collect money…
James wasapp : Say you recommended by Robert….. look for Yvonne.
13th March 2013
Wednesday
Work has started to pile in the past week or so and I left work together with Joan at 8pm almost everyday.
I received my letter from Mr Chan that I had been promoted and that the company appreciates my contribution and so on and so forth.
The $250 increment is not a lot but at least it’s something.
I’ve got 2 additional days of annual added to my original 12, still a far cry from my peers who are in the civil services and private sectors but I got no complaints.
It’s the little things in life that keeps me contented.
I popped in to check on the wasapp group occasionally and was not surprised to see several FRs already being posted.
The reviews were pretty positive from my mates, although there is something that is consistent throughout their reviews.
No one received anything more than a handjob on their first visit.
2 of them went back the 2nd time and got a blowjob.
1 of them will be returning again soon since he was promised something more if he returns the 3rd time.
15th March 2013
Friday
8pm
I was in the midst of having dinner with Joan when a comprehensive FR for Yanting came through.
I barely finished the 1st FR when the 2nd one came through as well.
In fact I was a little surprised that it came from a really low profile friend that seldom post FRs.
The 2 descriptions of Yanting, aka Yvonne could not be more different.
One came from a ah beng helping his dad with his fruit business and another from the only son of a developer poised to take over the reins.
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FR for Yvonne. (By Ah beng )
Looks : She got the slutty ah tiong look, I like. I confirm will hang flower
Breast : Soft. Doink, doink kind. You squeeze will get the shoik feeling
Figure : Got a scar at the lower hip, but overall looks tok kong. Hourglass. The backside firm firm one. Piak liao for echo.
Blowjob : wet, wet, slurpy slurpy. The suction like my house the powerful phillips vaccume cleaner.
Main course :
I save up 2 day worth of ammo. Enter the firing range straight away strip liao. See her bouncy neh neh, I buay tahan liao.
Immediate squeeze and adjust while she lie down on her back.
I squeeze and adjust machiam like adjust sandbag for life firing. Si be shoik.
Then mai tu liao, I take up firing position, prone down and enter her after I put on my favourite okamoto .02 .
Yvonne very wet and tight, but what I like most is her superb Bose sound system.
Knn, so loud, moan until I myself think my M16 is a GPMG. I very sure my dick is small one, confirm is M16 on semi mode, but the way she scream and shout, wah lan eh.
I think is squeeze GPMG don’t let go kind. The 1000 round ammo box 1 shot squeeze finish.
Really make me feel like I’m some iron man.
When I coming that time, even more power, she like a bit pretend don’t want, beg me that kind of CFM look.
CCB !.
See that Ah tiong slut face, together with her moans and my piak piak sound.
I KNN almost give her my CPF singpass. Ask her take everything.
Then I zhuar out into the condom…. She CB, moan until I feel I is some Champion F1 driver shoot champagne. Si bei song.
Paiseh, I seldom write so loso, but is really buay pai.
I whole day carry fruits around, first time I feel like standing on F1 stage.
Summary
James , Si bei good lobang la… next time have must share more ok ?
I private msg you my lobang also, I not so noble like you share good stuff. Haha. If not the fuckers in this group sure Potong Jalan one.
PS : Next in camp road march I carry fieldpack for you.
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I had to stifle my laugh and excuse myself to the toilet in case Joan asked me what was so funny about a message on my phone.
Below’s the 2nd FR from another brother, Macus.
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FR on Yvonne ( By Marcus )
James , how did you manage to find out about this joint ? Haha. It’s quite near my office, I shifted to Sin Ming area by the way. Drop my for coffee sometimes.
Here’s my honest opinions for your reference.
I did not expect to find such a place nestled in the heartlands. It looked like any other shops in the neighbourhood, the last thing I expect was to have a orgasm in such an unassuming shop.
It was my 4th visit within a week and I’ve build up quite a rapport with Yvonne. Yah la, I know you all will say I’m crazy but I have my lunch in the area almost 5 times a week. It’s really hard to resist popping in for a quick one. Haha.
What I liked about Yvonne was how personal her services are, she mentioned that so far, most of her customers are recommended by Robert, aka James. Haha. It seems like she just started out in this but still, I took it with a pinch of salt.
Yvonne was in a white dress with black stockings when I visited her. She immediately scolded me and asked why I did not tell her in advance I was visiting. She would have wore something nicer.
The way she flirted and whine at me in the shop is classic, really like a little girl whining for a new toy. Even her friend at the reception counter said she only behaves that way towards me.
Communications are no issues, I’m glad I took higher Chinese back in school, it’s fucking erotic to recite Tan poems when you fuck. No kidding guys. Haha.
After my massage , she let me doggy her on the massage bed. I’m not sure if she really meant it but she kept saying I was so big and long. Haha.
I slid my hands underneath her shirt and my cold hands touched her warm breast, even the pointy nipples seemed to shiver when my palms caressed them as I enter her from behind.
Anyway, her vagina’s quite tight and I like the way she reached back to hold my hand when I doggy her. You all know I’m a sucker for GFE and I have to say, Yvonne is just my cup of tea.
And fuck you James… for making me spend so much money in a week. Haha.
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I cleared the message history after telling them we should all catch up soon.
Needless to say, after reading the FRs, I had to initiate something with Joan that evening.
16th March 2013
Saturday
Joan confirmed with me that the official handover of the documents and papers will be done on the 31st of march 2013, it’s a Sunday. They will all be meeting at the lawyers office for the paperwork to be done.
For accounting sake, that was the last day of the financial year for the catering business. Joan did not go into details and I could see she was quite unwilling to talk too much about it
After breakfast with Joan, i sent her back home and told her I’m meeting up with a couple of friends for coffee.
2.30pm
I took a bus to a community club near yio chu kang and I called a old friend of mine who was pretty active in grassroot activities.
From his facebook postings, I would see he was always volunteering his time at the center and there are numerous pictures of him and the residents being update every week.
His check in frequency for Saturday afternoons is almost always at the club.
You might have guessed what I wanted to do by now, yes it’s about Yanting and the shop where she is operating at.
Now the easiest thing would be to call the police, whistle blow about the location and everything would be over, why go through all the hassle.
I’ll tell you why.
Some things it’s best not to get involved personally.
There are other ways to get things done, you just need to be a little patient.
If I were to go to the cops, there would be questions, I need to have my statement taken, there would be records.
In case you are contemplating making an anonymous call, forget it.
This is Singapore.
Even from a public payphone, it doesn’t take too long for the authorities to figure out who you are.
We are an island surround by cameras, from the time you tap into a bus till you top up your easylink card, big brother is watching.
I managed to reach Spencer who was in the midst of loading some leaflets for distribution throughout the estate.
He saw me as he reached for his phone by the back of the car.
Spencer : Eh brother…. Ho seh bo ? When want to come and join me….. always jio you you not free….
James : Aiyah…. Not my cup of tea la… haha… how are you ?
We chatted a little and I told him I was visiting my aunt across the road and I thought I’ll just swing by and see if I can catch him since he’s usually there on weekends.
We spent 5 minutes chatting by the car before I suggest grabbing a quick coffee at a coffee shop 1 street away.
2.50pm
After the mundane topic of how each of us is doing has been concluded, I casually brought up the conversation about the neighbourhood.
James : Eh… recently you got to AMK central walk around bo ?
Spencer : Quite often… why leh ?
James : I tell you this funny incident….really stupid incident.
I told Spencer that I was looking for a spare battery and to get the screen protector on my phone the other day.
James : so I was waiting for the guy to stick on my phone then I browse around a bit.
I went on to add that half of the shop unit was being shared with this facial/massage palour.
James : I was just standing at the entrance looking at some covers when the door to the parlour open. Wah, this chio girl popped out followed by this fucker.
I gestured in a exaggerated manner.
James : I was sort of blocking his way, I stepped aside but I took a look at the girl and him.
I hit the table in a mock angry manner.