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Originally Posted by
LISA11
Sis Clarissa,
Thks so much,
helps me understand,
to decide what to do next.
Dear Lisa, not sure what you were planning to decide on.
I am going to assume that it’s with regards to stepping into this field.
If it is not, I’m happy for you.
If it is, I strongly urge you to reconsider. I can tell you right away, it is not a bed of roses. You will come out of this stint a broken person. Perhaps Lady Luck might shine upon you and fate will deal you a positive card whereby you find someone who can accept this past of yours. But that is often rare.
Perhaps I am weaker, lousier.
But I can’t envision myself doing this for even 4 months much less 6-8months or returning to this line again when shit hits the fan again.
If you are not the type to sleep around and have ons like my peers when clubbing, then I can tell you it’s a lot of adjustments you need to make. I have heard of girls crying after their first client. Of stories of FLs being horribly abused or worse even doing it raw without your consent.
While I have been lucky so far in that all the clients I have encountered were gentlemen and were gentle and kind with me, it also doesn’t mean I will always get such clients.
At this point, if I strike lottery that gives me just $50k (which is near impossible since I don’t even know how to fill in the ticket), I would quit in a heartbeat.
No make it 25k. I’ll work my butt off even if I have to do waitressing duties, just to make up the remainder.
Wish you all the best. And I hope you think through carefully.
Love, Clarissa
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Originally Posted by
Summerhillt
Sis if it’s just 25k a person of your calibre can find work mah, office job or even sales sure can hit
if I could use 12 months to make the amount, I would.
Time is a scarce commodity
Wayne’s week long visit to Washington soon came to an end. Throughout the entire week, I didn’t see Uncle Ted much, except during breakfast every morning. Which was a good thing. Part of me feels ashamed ? Or rather pai say to see him, especially after what he saw. Another part of me felt responsible for his apparent dislike or indifference to Wayne. He didn’t say much to Wayne except a passing greeting like good morning.
Wayne was respectful yet aloof. But it was apparent he didn’t like Uncle Ted much.
Each morning, Uncle Ted would sit next to me at breakfast as was our usual seating arrangements when there were only me and him. Now that Wayne was here, he didn’t appear to want to relinquish his seat next to me, seemingly ignored Wayne and let him take the seat opposite me. Wayne’s eyes would always appear clouded. Many a times, Wayne appeared troubled and seem to have something he wanted to tell me. Invariably, we would be interrupted by some other matters or impromptu conversations that Uncle Ted started. As such, those moments passed.
The day before Wayne was due to depart for Singapore, we took a leisurely stroll downtown and went shopping for souvenirs that he would bring back for his family and friends. On our drive back to silver spring in Washington, we decided to hit the supermarket and get some fresh produce and some wine so that we could cook at home. Uncle Ted had phoned my mobile to inform me that he was just dumped with a last minute trip to Oklahoma City. I was secretly pleased that he wasn’t going to be around. Especially since it is the last night of Wayne’s stay here.
We got home. Prepared dinner. And together, Wayne and I sat down to a lovely home cooked Chinese meal. After all, I kinda got sick of the steaks, the salads, the potatoes, the sausages, the sandwiches and funky western broth. Having that meal together, it seemed like that would be the kind of life Wayne and I would settle down to after marriage. And nothing pleases me more than the thought of being able to cook for future husband and being able to share a meal together. The simplicity of such happiness.
With our stomachs satisfied, we brought out the wine from the chiller and sat out on the patio. We plugged in the portable heater that Uncle Ted has on his patio, and that soon made the winter drafty temperatures more bearable.
As we sat there, we had quite a few laughs and we’re talking about what we would do when I finally returned to Singapore. We talked about our dreams and goals. At that instant, it felt like we were invincible and surely we could accomplish anything and everything. As the night drew to a close.., our conversation become interspersed with longer patches of silence. For we were both aware that the next time we would see each other again, would be a year odd later.
It was at this point, Wayne spoke up.
" Claris, listen. I have something to say and I want you to promise not to tell Uncle Ted what I said. And you need to promise me that any second that you feel like you would be in danger or not at ease, call me or your parents immediately."
I didn’t know what to make of this sudden disclosure from him. Stupid as I am, I just shrugged my shoulders and said, " why would I be in danger? I come home from school on the dot everyday. You even know when im going out and with whom and to where I’m headed. I know you’re worried about me being alone here but Uncle Ted is here and he watches me like a mother hen. I’m sure I’ll be safe."
Wayne got worked up at what I said and burst out, " you don’t know what men are like! Even the ones who treats you well. And I don’t like the way Uncle Ted watches you whenever your back is turned whenever you walk back to your bedroom! I don’t like the way Uncle Ted pats your back, your lap or your hand whenever you share something superb or anything. Just listen to me and promise me. Please.."
Thinking back, I thought he was jealous of an old uncle. Ok fine he wasn’t technically that old. Nor technically my uncle in blood ties. I didn’t want to mar the remainder of our precious time together so I reassured Wayne that I would do as he says. Seated in close proximity, I could smell his perfume. And the scent of his shampoo.
Satisfied with my reply, Wayne planted a kiss on my cheek. Fully anticipating that it would be a quick peck, his kiss lingered on my cheek, taking in the scent of my skin. He turned me to face him and cupped my face with his cold hands, and leaned in for a proper kiss. Seconds and minutes passed and we were like ardent lovers, repeating what happened the first night he arrived. I took my cue from him as he got up and took the wind glass and the decanter back to the kitchen sink. In silence, he led me back to my bedroom. With 1 hand on the small of my back, and the other holding my chin, he pulled me in close for another kiss. There was more urgency in his kiss and the way his tongue gently explored my mouth. I vaguely heard the bedroom door shut with a click. And as he slowly kissed me, he was guiding me wth his body, backing up against the bed. Without breaking the kiss, he unzipped the woolen dress I was in. Dress fell to the floor. As he continued kissing me, I knew his hands had left me to unbutton his jeans and his boxer. We broke the kiss for a few seconds as he pulled his sweater and thermals off. Looking at me, he resumed the french kiss, and removed my brasserie. We stopped momentarily to catch our breath.
By this time, I was seated on the bed. And facing me was his engorged manhood. It resembled a mushroom head but it looked angrily red and swollen. I was affixed by the sight of that. His voice snapped me back to reality. “Claris, I don’t want to repeat what happened the first night we got together. Are you ready for me? If you said no, I would totally respect that…” His voice trailed off and I could see that his engorged mushroom head were slightly deflated or was it my imagination.
At that moment, I knew I loved him and that love at the point made me throw all caution to the wind and I nodded.
As I lay on the bed naked and he climbed into the bedcovers and snuggled with me, I could feel the heat of his body. He began to nuzzle the base of my neck and my shoulders where he knew that would be my weak points. His tongue slowly trailed down past the base of my neck. All this while, his hand was busy squeezing and fondling my breasts. And finally his lips reached the erect darkened pointed tips of one of my breast. The sense of giddy pleasure hit me and made me moan as his mouth and tongue worked in tandem to alternate between sucking on the tips and flicking away at the tip with his tongue.
He freed a hand and went down south to explore the entrance. I didn’t know what he was doing but as he rubbed the sensitive points of pleasure below, I could feel a heat generating from deep within me. He pushed a finger into me. I knew that because he told me seconds prior to entry. It is so difficult to find words to adequately describe the sensations. It was a little painful but yet so pleasurable.
He next led my hands to touch his throbbing member. And i remember thinking, wow so hot.. And how big it was to fit inside me.
And as I stroke his shaft up and down, he continued what he was doing to the hole down south. He paused at this moment and asked if I could take him into my mouth. Giddy and overcome with pleasure and lust, I willingly agreed. Without much experience at this, I proceeded to lick at his mushroom head like an ice lolly. And tentatively wet my lips and took him into my mouth. It went in 3/4 of the way, before my gag reflex stopped me. In and out it went, until it seemed like he could bear it no longer. As he gently pushed me away from his groin, he guided me to lay my head down on the pillow and he got on top of me. Looking me in the eye, he said , " Claris, one more time. I can only hold back so long. If you are not ready, I will stop this instant.." I could only nod.
With the show of yes from me, he proceeded to slowly penetrate me a little and then withdrawing to alternate with using his mushroom head to tease the sensitive points of my clitoris. This continued for minutes or was it seconds? I couldn’t tell. For so overwhelmed was I by the sensations of pleasure rippling through my body.
With a kiss on my lips, he penetrated me fully. I know I must have grimaced in pain for he froze and asked me if I was ok. I just kept saying " it’s ok..just go ahead.."
As he slowly thrusted in and pulled out and thrusted in again, I could feel lesser of the pain and more pleasure. The heady pleasure..that was all I could remember. I know towards the end, both of us were drenched in perspiration and I was being totally wanton such that I kept wanting to pull him closer to me. Suddenly I could feel this tremendous pressure of pleasure building up. It’s like a pressure cooker, like the steam floats up and up until it was lost.. My body erupted in euphoria and I felt the inner vaginal muscles tighten and release, tighten and release in quick succession, all the while feeling like I had just peed.
That was the first time I reached orgasm. I remember thinking, wow, if this is what the female magazines speaks of. The elusive orgasm. Seconds later, I would reach orgasm again as he reached climax and released his entire being into me, spurting hot fluid into the inner most part of me.
I know many must be wondering if I ever became pregnant. Truth was, neither he nor I had thought about that. Giddy with desire and love for each other, we didn’t factor that risk in. And it was pure luck I didn’t end up big bellied.
As we lay spent on the bed, hair matted and wet and stuck to our face and neck, we cuddled. The afterglow of the completion of us; me and him, was still evident on his face. We got up and washed up and tired as we both were from expending our energies into that singular act of completion, we both fell asleep not long after. He in his own bedroom and me in mine. Woke up that morning as half a girl and went to bed fully a woman.
Next morning dawned. And as the winter son shone into my bedroom, casting the sun’s bright glare on my face, I woke up. I lay there just daydreaming about the events of night before. Wayne knocked on my door and came in and I knew time was up. With mixed emotions I washed up, got dressed and got ready to send my Wayne to the airport.
To be continued.
By the way, may I just clarify that I’m currently not a sweet nubile young thing. And I’m not super gorgeous; not sure where forth in what I have written thus far, implied or stated explicity a description of myself. As such, I honestly have no idea how such an impression was generated.
As with all types of woman in the world, someone’s meat may be another’s poison. Just wanted to clarify this in case another pm is sent to ask me for my pic or to state how lovely I must look.
I’m certainly not ugly. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I probably might be a plain Jane in your eyes.
I do applaud fellow samsters for their vivid imagination though.
Still this is just an avenue for me to pen into words how I feel.
Fast forward from my sophomore year to senior year.
Twas the final year where I would finally graduate.
Throughout the past 2 odd years, Wayne together with my parents visited me 2 more times. Those times, I would stay over with my parents and Wayne in a local hotel. My parents by now has already started viewing Wayne as their son-in-law although we have yet to register our marriage.
These visits usually passed by really fast, at least in my eyes. Occasionally, Uncle Ted would meet all of us for dinner on a weekday or bring us around if he was available on the weekends. Wayne still hadn’t got over his dislike for him. My parents on the other hand were grateful for his help in looking after me throughout these years. I, on the other hand, had long forgotten what I promised Wayne when he visited me in my sophomore year.
There just wasn’t anything that indicated I would be in danger.
5 or was it 6 months before my final exams? The time line here becomes very blurry perhaps because I wanted to block out the events that had happened. I’m not sure if that is the case. Or perhaps I so badly wanted to forget it ever happened.
It was a Friday evening. Uncle Ted was home early as he had organized a home party or gathering at his place for his friends and colleagues. I was informed of this a couple of weeks prior, and though Uncle Ted said I could hang out at home and join in, I didn’t fancy doing so. After all, I was still
In my early twenties and I didn’t think that I could gel with people on average twice my age.
In any case, I made plans with some university friends to head to a pizza joint for dinner and thereafter hang out at her parent’s place before the entire bunch of girls went out for a night at a club. My curfew was usually set at 11pm. As he had friends over, I supposed he relaxed the rule and uncle Ted said I would need to get my butt home by 1am. 1am on a night for clubbing was considered early in Washington and I guess pretty much any where in the world. By now, I had matured both in terms of my ideology on life as well as how I viewed clubbing and all the associated vices. Was no longer imbibing on alcohol like how I used to in Singapore. I no longer went full blown crazy, hell intent on getting the most fun out of such a night. Just wanted to enjoy myself and relax and head home in 1 piece.
I had received for my birthday, a voucher for a leading clothing store, from Uncle Ted.
And had purchased for myself a chiffon and stretchy polyester dress in pastel pink. It wasn’t the usual fluff and tuff sickly sweet kind of dress. With a v neckline that ended slightly lower to reveal a slight cleavage and a pipped in waist line that tapered down to skim my bigger hips and butt with a hem that ended above my knee, it was something rather modest for clubbing. But I loved that dress. It wasn’t overtly sexy or slutty, but it accentuated my favorite part of the body which was my buttock and my bust, and yet allowing me to cover the areas I didn’t fancy so much, my waist. I remember so vividly the dress for it would later be torn and ripped. And the police would later bring that item back as part of their investigation.
As I left the apartment, Uncle Ted caught sight of me from where he was in the kitchen. He did a double take and said, “wow you look so much like LT (name of his wife) with your hair curled…. well you betta be off soon. Or you’ll be late..enjoy yourself "
I bid adieu and went on my way.
On that fateful night, as per the plan, my schoolmates and I went to one of the underground clubs after pizza. The usual shenanigans like drinking and more drinking, dancing and more dancing. Given the large group of girls, all dressed either to kill or pretty enough to snag a second look, some of the men tried to hook up with us with the usual cheesy lines etc. By the end of the night, I drank quite a bit and with the exception of another girlfriend who was quite drunk and had vomit sprayed over her dress, and me, the rest of the group had a male companion or companions by their side. It was close to 1am when I decided to leave. I called for a cab and elected to send the (by now almost comatose) girlfriend home before taking the same cab to uncle Ted’a house.
I opened the door, expecting human remnants of the gathering to be around. But no, there was nary a soul. The living hall was empty and the whole house, save for an Ella Fitzgerald song playing softly, was devoid of any other noises. I stood in the hall for a while; probably seconds. Wondering if Uncle Ted was out or if he had fallen prey to too much alcohol. I glanced around the hall, saw some dirty wine glasses, remnants on what resembled canapes on another serving dish platter. From my vantage point, I could see right through to the kitchen and it was also the same scene. I quickly deduced that oh well the guests must have left and Uncle Ted was probably out with them or was knocked out in his bedroom.
My stockinged feet walked noiselessly on the floor to wards my bedroom. Dumped my lil bag on the bed, removed my accessories and left it on my vanity and I soon plonked myself down at my desk and logged onto msn. Seeing that Wayne wasn’t online, I typed in quick succession a few sentences to let him know I just got home and the standard how was his day. As I hit “enter”, I was acutely aware of a presence behind me.
Turning around, I saw Uncle Ted standing behind me. He reeked of alcohol and his eyes was slightly glazed over. “Uncle Ted, you scared me! Thought it was something else.”
“Who did you think it was? Anther male friend of yours ?” One of his hand reached out to me; I was expecting a pat on the shoulder or head. Don’t ask me why I was expecting that. In any case, it wasn’t so. His hand reached out to touch my hair, seemingly mesmerized by my loose curls that I had done myself earlier in the day. Feeling weird, and worried at the same time, i stood up facing him and asked if he was ok.
Without warning, he lunged forward and with his hand entangled in my hair, now fisted up, he grabbed my hair hard and yanked my head to the side. For a spilt second, I thought only of how vampires bite. Momentarily stunned, I gasped in surprise when he swiftly leaned forth to kiss my neck roughly. All the while pushing me and I kept backing up until I hit the wall behind me. His free hand groped my upper body and roughly grabbed at my breasts.
Recovering from the initial paralysis, I instinctively tried to push him off and slapped him across the face hard and shouted for him to stop it. It only seemed to incense him further. Shaking his hand free of my hair, the same hand next delivered a stinging slap across my face that left my ear ringing. Reeling from the shock and made giddy by the slap, he dragged my arm and whipped me around and pushed me onto my study table. I struggled hard and tried to fight back, all the while screaming. He rewarded these actions by grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcefully slammed my face down on the table. Rendered disoriented and with the throbbing pain in my head, I heard a sickening rip of my dress’s zip.
I wanted to fight back. But I felt so weak, and so giddy. One arm twisted behind my back and the other left to support my upper body, I heard unzipping and next thing I knew, he had pulled down my underwear. And he forced his penis into a very dry vagina and began pumping away. All this while, he was calling his ex-wife’s name and repeating like a crazed man how much he loved her.
My screams were loud at the start.
Can’t remember what I was screaming but as he continued the thrusting, my screaming turned into pleading …pleaded for mercy, pleaded for him to stop, pleaded for him to kill me there and then…
It then faded into whimpers.
God it hurt so much. At the back of my head, I thought, this is how a rape victim feels like. As he pounded away, generating the sickening sound of the flesh on my buttcheeks meeting his groin, he suddenly slowed. With a lack of experience in this area, I thought he had come and my ordeal was finally over. I felt huge finger prying over my buttcheeks.
I heard him spit a few times at my butt. The slime hit straight at my asshole. A searing pain soon followed. I felt like I was ripped apart. The pain was worse than anything I have ever felt before, worse than when my mum had caned me, worse than when I scrapped my knees on the Tarmac when I was young, worse than the pain of my deflowering. It was so bad that I thought I would pass out. The pain didn’t ease at all. Instead it grew worse in intensity.
It felt like eternity. But when it was finally over, I glanced at the computer screen which was still lit up. 2.12 am was the time. And I saw Wayne msn message icon jump up and down. Done with his handiwork, Uncle Ted dumped me unceremoniously on the floor. I felt wetness on the floor and didn’t bother with it. Crawled over to my bed and hoisted myself up into a semi sitting position despite the searing pain in my lower body, and groped the mattress for my bag. Fumbling with the clasp, I reached for my mobile and dialed quick dial 1. That was Wayne. Half sobbing and half breathless, all I could mutter incoherently to Wayne was “…help me it hurts uncle Ted did it..” before I passed out into darkness..
* To be continued