I turn my head slightly to recapture another image of the 2 ladies that walked past me. The neurons in my brain reconnecting the pieces of memory.. back during the finals of the Netball Tournament. Mabel – that’s the girl that Doreen landed on when taking that pass which resulted in her injury. Back in Doreen’s place, when the girls were gathered for a meeting before the sports award ceremony dinner, Rachel – the person responsible for slamming the team because of their loss. Also, the very same person that ambushed Mel and snapped her bra. In essence, the rivals of the girls…
I turned back toward the exit and left the gym. Walking aimlessly lost in thoughts, I ended up in an open space some distance away from the Gym. I took a seat in a public pavilion, removing my cap and unzipping my sweater for a breather pushing using my hands and pushing my hair back against my forehead, trying to digest the newfound information. Estee’s claim of innocence. The sudden discovery of these 2 girls.. Combing through social media to gather more information about the background of the 2 ladies led to another dead end – A private profile. The platforms offered no clear connection not even from Estee’s account.
Playing back what Estee said – ‘I never mentioned my plans to anyone that were present. Only friends from outside the clique… the gym..’
Timecheck: 1042pm
I need to make certain the information. I foot-tailed Estee to a bus-stop where she parted ways with Rachel and Mabel. Ditching my car, I followed her up the bus.
Estee noticed me. Recognizing my outfit from earlier on, I gestured for her to wait and follow my orders discreetly. She understood. We were the only 2 passengers that boarded the bus from the bus-stop. I rang the stop sign 5 bus-stops later. Leading the way with Estee on my tail about 3m behind, we landed at an HDB estate far from the gym, my car.
Me: Here should be good.
I turn to look at Estee. She is dressed in a light grey sports tee with black sports leggings carrying her gym bag. Her expression is solemn as though filled with guilt.
Me: Estee, I need to clarify some things with you.
We are standing at the corner of a void deck of a very quiet environment. Estee looks at me, left hand crossed holding on to her right elbow.
Estee: I’m listening.
I walked up toward her and picked up her hands and placed them together.
Me: I trust you.
Estee’s eyes beamed.
Me: Can you continue to tell me the truth? I need the whole story. Spare no details. Can you do that?
Estee nods her head in blithe. I explained that the photos were clearly a set-up. To frame not just me but her as well. Estee exclaimed her agreement. Despite mentioning that I trust her, I have my reservations. Needless to say, my main suspects are Rach and Mabel but I couldn’t blatantly say this. I told her that I wished to learn more about these friends she spoke about without mentioning that I am somewhat aware of their background.
Estee and I proceeded to take a seat on the common table at the void deck. I continued to be cautious and did not remove my cap. She explained that she got acquainted with these friends whom I confirmed were the girls that entered as I left the gym earlier on about half a year ago. She had not known them previously and they’re not exceptionally close. They started conversing about school and personal life. Estee found it difficult to share her personal problems, particularly love life, with her closest friends because they are aware of my existence. She often continuously denied harbouring feelings for me although deep down, she feels otherwise.
Only people on the receiving end; Doreen and Chelz, could probably sense the passive aggression. Through the sharing sessions, she had never mentioned names but did share the sports and appointments of the individuals. Fate or not, her friends happened to play the same sport with her love rivals but she didn’t pay too much attention to it.
Me: How did the topic of are-you-game come up?
Estee: I told them that there is this ‘party’ co-hosted by a good friend of mine and I am one of the members assisting with organizing. I mentioned that my crush.. (blushing) along with his lover and friends will probably be present.
Estee explained that are-you-game is probably one of the only instances where all of us are gathered at the same occasion. Which is largely true. She knew the games that were to be organized and made a passing remark about dancing with me to Rach and Mabel. Instead, Rach and Mabel doubled down on the idea. They encouraged her to grind me in the open, on the stage.
Thinking back about the sequence of events.
Me: Did you instigate anyone to intoxicate them?
Estee: No.
Hmm..
Me: After everyone left.. when I exited the room. I bumped into you. Were you looking for me?
Estee: Yes and no… I was curious about the happenings downstairs. As you know, Glen, Yuri and my friends passed out. I saw you assisting Doreen and Chelsea into the room. I merely wanted to check in on you but..you appeared out of nowhere… and then..
I stopped her. I know the rest of the story.
Me: But why did you come and check on me?
Estee: I don’t know? Actually.. my friends persuaded me to.
Me: How so?
Estee: The idea was to have Doreen and Chelsea get jealous for the night. I wasn’t sure if I achieved my goal. I wanted to approach you again at the dance floor but there was not much opportunity. Thinking back, I presume they got drunk because they were affected.
Me: So your plan was to lure me out of the room?
Estee: NO? As I said, I just wanted to check in on you.
Me: With Doreen and Chelsea in the room?
Estee: It was just to anger them if possible.
Me: So you wanted to..
Estee: Not what you are thinking. I’m guessing that my very presence alone should trigger them.
That is likely. After triply confirming with Estee who insisted she acted alone and only informed her ‘friends’, I let it go. If her plan wasn’t to lure me away, I would’ve still been in the room. It doesn’t add up. It being who violated Doreen and Chelz… If Estee is speaking the truth, she wouldn’t know. The other parts of the story though is starting to gel. While the girls have their hands full dealing with Sim and Clement, their nemesis are working to have them crushed. Rach and Mabel being the puppet masters behind the screen.. meaning they must be connected or planted the perpetrator.
Thinking about it, my temperature is rising. Not only did they plan for physical damage invasion which alone was bad enough, they increased the stakes through disrupting my relationship.
Me: Did you mention to your friends about my appearance?
Estee shakes her head.
Good. They have officially entered my watchlist. I let off a smirk.
Estee: Do you think… my friends set us up?
Me: I can’t be sure and I don’t want to jump to conclusions. So for now, can you play it normal?
Estee nods her head: I can be a spy.
That makes sense but I don’t wish to startle the enemy. Also, if Doreen and Chelz were to catch wind about the partnership with Estee… there will be no reversal for that.
Me: It’s ok Estee. Let me think about it.
Estee: Ok.. (she responds in disappointment) Eric there is also one more thing, I don’t know if it helps. But while we’re clearing things up, I thought it be best to let you have this information.
Me: What about?
Estee: I mentioned to my friends that I sent you a Masquemind invite.
Masquemind again?
Me: Estee, can I trouble you. What is this Masquemind about?
Estee: WHAT?!
Me: I’ve heard this term plenty. Pardon me but I have no idea what it’s about.
Estee scoffs a laugh.
Me: I am serious. Like how you were earlier on. I have no idea what it means or represent.
Estee: Ok.. (she glares at me doubtfully) I am hoping that’s why nobody has ever claimed to see you there. Masquemind is a concept. I am unaware about its origin and how vast its network or usage it but here’s how it works.
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Registration:
An organizer also known as the ‘Masquemind’ hosts parties. Sometimes periodically, majority at random. Each Masquemind has their very own network of connections.
Some of these are upon invitation only while some are open to ‘public’. Whichever the case, you will receive a message from an unknown party. It usually comes in the form of a phone message, sometimes an email. The messages typically direct you to a link. To sign up, you have to agree to the conditions, pay a membership fee to that Masquemind and provide details of your outfit measurement. The sign-up does not require name or any personal details. Lest a form of contact. For payment, most make it via cash with the ‘code’ on the link and send it via snail mail. Then people either purchase a prepaid card or create a fictitious email to sign up for the program to not give away their identity.
Once you have registered, you will be sent a ‘welcome pack’ notifying you of the collection details. The collection is points are from a public pick-up kiosk or stall. It contains the following items:
· A welcome note.
For guys:
· A masquerade mask
· A suit set + inner shirt
· A pair of socks and shoes
For girls:
· A masquerade mask
· A set of dress + clutch
· A pair of heels
You will be notified via the registered contact of an upcoming Masquemind party. The parties are typically hosted at a venue with an open bar and for most times, a venue with rooms. A party typically lasts from 11pm-3am. Each party also require a cover fee. Rooms are a separate cost. Card payments are welcomed but as usual, people usually pay in cash.
When attending:
You must be dressed up in the welcome pack attire. You are advised to not wear any apparent accessories such as unique watches/jewelleries. You are not allowed to remove your mask at any point in time in the venue - lest in a private room or your profile will be banned. Everyone for both genders perpetually looks the same, your best bet at recognizing or identifying someone is through physique, body art (for ladies who don’t cover up), very unique facial features and with some luck, voice. Why some luck? Continue to see the explanation.
For both open and closed-door events, you have to flash your ‘membership confirmation’ which is tagged to your message or email and will be verified at the entrance.
Each opened-door party usually consists of about 100 people. Half guys, half girls.
A closed-door party is usually halved at about 50 people equally allocated.
Bouncers at the door reserve the right to reject you. You have to flash some form of identity at the entrance because alcohol will be served and to make sure you’re of legal age but it’s usually a cursory check. You have to sign an indemnity form to say that you agree that the organizers will not be liable for any legal proceeds etc should you be underage or posing with identity fraud.
Special rules for closed-door events:
Unfortunately, there is no way to ‘hide’ your identity to the Masquemind for closed-door events. You have to trust that your identity will be kept a secret. At the entrance, your identity will be verified before you can enter.
How a night typically goes down:
At the check-in, you are patted down to remove any phones, devices whatsoever. Each person will receive a gadget at the entry. The gadget is connected with all other users on the premise. It will show you how many people ‘guests’ are present. The gadget will be registered to your ‘profile’ describing your height and measurements. You have the option to also describe yourself as part of the profile. Each individual can choose a ‘nick’ this can be changed at will – some trolls use real names of others and they got ‘banned’. Ok back to the explanation, from the gadget, you can chat up another party. Some users require people to first answer 2-3 questions before they assess whether these ‘chat’ requests are worth their time or not.
People usually either hang about at the bar area playing pool, gathering around standing tables, playing darts. This is where you can walk up to a random someone and chat this person up trying to see if you recognize their voice. Either that or… for the slightly more ‘private’ few, they will sit in the rooms and browse through the guests that are present.
Private rooms:
You can pre-book a private room which is no different from a KTV room. Inside, it contains an entertainment system. For these private folks, they are usually waiting on a special someone to arrive. One whom they sent an invite to through the Masquemind. They will usually get a hint when the profile description matches the person they wish to meet from the gadget in their hand.
Private rooms can be shared by multiple users as long as the person booking it allows.
Invitations:
Once you are a member. You can request through your Masquemind to send invites to people you wish to invite to this network. But of course, for most opened-door parties, there is no telling whether the invitees actually take up the invite or not. Invitees will also not know who invited them to participate in the network.
On-site security:
Bouncers are masked up. The moment they detect hostile behaviour, that person will be thrown out of the party. Their profile banned.’
Me: Wouldn’t people being banned just recreate another profile?
Estee: I’m sure they do. But all the merrier for the host, it’s a form of profit.
Me: If it’s an open-door event wouldn’t a random stranger just show up say a really weird and old dude or lady?
Estee: that’s where the bouncer will have to perform discretionary checks by facial features and the showed identity. It’s a form of check and balance according to instructions from the host. No doubt, there might be ‘strangers’ but from what I hear, they are mostly people within our age group.
Me: Assuming most people attend open-door parties?
Estee: Not necessarily.
Me: They have that much trust in the host of the closed doors?
Estee: Till date, I haven’t heard of identities being exposed. It is important to the host’s reputation. After all, it is a business they are maintaining. By far, the more reputable hosts go by Glitz and Joker. Nobody knows their true identities.. but there are lots of rumours.
Me: Maybe I should have started with this. What’s the purpose of Masquemind again?
Estee chuckles: It’s a subtle way of inviting someone… to you know. Have a night. For some that don’t mind just a ONS with anybody, they can grab any random compatible show up and have a room. For most, they already have people in mind.
Me: Going through all that trouble just to tell someone you wish to have sex with them? Also, it comes at a hefty price I assume?
Estee: Eric, not everything can easily be said or communicated directly. Also.. this is mostly anonymous. Unlike dating applications.
Fair enough.. so rooms have a designated purpose for most. It is anonymous to an extent.
Estee continues: Most times, masks are on. You can’t be 100% sure even if you’re doing it, it’s with the said someone. That’s the thrills of it. Unless he/she tells you their name or you know without a doubt. Then maybe… you can move on from there without the help of Masquemind.
Me: You sound experienced (I raise a brow)
Estee: I’m certainly not the most experienced. Your circle of friends.. (she smiles)
Hmmmm…
Me: How does your night usually go?
Estee: I… wait at a corner. Scroll my gadget and see if anyone matches the profile I desire shows up.
Me: I see claims the person who is inexperienced (I chuckle)
Estee scowls: An intellectual guess tells me you must have been invited a couple of times and not just from me. (she smiles again)
?
Estee reaches out to her phone and shows me how an invitation looks like.
Estee: So.. I thought I’d better tell you this because I shared with my friends that I extended an invite to you. Not that I’ve seen you there.
Estee’s phone rings as she excused herself.
Estee: I have to make a move.
Me: Thanks Estee. Please let this be our 2nd secret.
Estee: I’m sorry about Doreen and Chelsea..
Estee smiles and gives me a hug with an attempted kiss. I was unable to avoid it.
Masquemind… I wonder..
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Timecheck: 940pm (Friday 2 weeks later)
Location: School sports hall
After clarifications with Estee, I went back to check my messages and emails. The constant messages from an Unknown number starting with ‘Hi Eric’ matches the memo of the Masquemind invitations that Estee had shared with me. Perhaps they were all extended from Estee. Bearing in mind the importance of the matters at hand, I shift focus over to my investigation Journal.
The cold treatment from the girls evolved into a dissolve of our relationships. Doreen sent me a text to put our relationship on a break. She wished for us to concentrate our efforts on making the Netball and Floorball nationals. I pleaded with her but it went silent. Likewise, Chelz, a heart-wrenching message was delivered expressing her disappointment and disbelief. This can’t be helped. I can only blame it on the thriving times that both of them are facing.
The effects though were devastating. I lost most of my motivation and purpose. I know that showing up in front of them or making any form of contact now might only worsen things. Not in this situation where I am unable to explain myself. I thought of rendering the help of Estee to clear my innocence but that is a wild card that might, or rather most probably, work against my favour given they might form the impression that we are colluding. I even thought of pulling the trump card conversation that we had earlier on about trusting one another despite any circumstance but… that I guess, wouldn’t work.
My consolation, I have the avenues of Glad and Van to at least obtain some insights on how the girls are doing. I did not dare to meet Glad face to face out of fear that someone might really be following me. Van on the other hand was easier. A meet up with her at the coffeeshop was as she mentioned ‘out in the open’ there will be no judgement passed. She is unaware of what transpired but she mentioned that she believes in me.
Despite the slump, I did manage to make it for the qualification of the floorball team although it seemed I had only managed to barely make it through. But that’s good enough for now. The guys are concerned but I kept my distance. I am in a place of insecurity. Doubting myself and everyone around me.
Sim and Clement, Rachel and Mabel. I am inclined to deal with them concurrently. Van mentioned that the selections for the netball squad is today. That said, Van decided to give it a miss. She’s not entirely into the sport after all and she has other commitments on hand. If Van were present, I’d feel more at ease. Without her, it’s the equivalent to the loss of a guardian angel.
As for now, the spectator stand of the hall is pulled out and I am currently standing behind it, peeping through the openings to watch the trials go. I fear seeing anyone might cause distress and my objective of being here today is just to see if I can get an opportunity to learn more about Sim, Rachel and Mabel. The majority of the netball members from both Doreen and Rachel’s teams are present. Sim is the nominated head coach along with 3 other assistant coaches and support team. Clement is nowhere in sight.
It is a tough selection. The girls did physical tests, sprints and what nought. Their training gears are drenched. Hair sticking onto their forehead and faces, constantly using their tees to wipe the perspiration off their heads and palms.
The girls are now mixed into teams and playing a ‘friendly’ match. The game was going as usual when a sudden scuffle broke out in the middle of the court. Standing far away, I couldn’t tell what happened but I see the girls from each side fighting with each other, pulling hairs, throwing slaps.
The assistant coaches were blowing their whistles at top volume trying to break off the fight with force. The high-pitched noise piercing through the entire hall. Even standing at a distance, it hurt my ears. Sim took the opportunity and bear-hugged Chelsea away from her back, Chelsea forcefully elbowed his face from the back before he let go of her. ‘Good one Chelz!’ I punched the air in front of me. The fight finally stopped and the teams got separated. The selection got put to an impromptu halt.
The coaches gathered them for a very quick debrief. Or should I say scolding? I can’t hear what they are saying but I heard the word ‘shameful’. Doreen’s team was held back while Rachel’s was dismissed as they headed back to the stands to pack up their stuff.
Rachel: Freaking bitches.
Mabel: If this happens again, I really will give them a good slap when I have the chance. (laughing)
Rest of the team talking at random.
I am standing right beneath them now. From the pocket of holes, I see people walking up at down the stand. Then a pair of slender legs appeared at the peephole of my eye level.. the person is seated and performing a stretch.
Rachel: Mabel, help me.
I see a figure standing on top. Giving her an extra push.
Mabel: Relationship fail still dare to show up. Shameful is the right word.
Rachel: It’s ok. It’s obvious our girls did better today. They are obviously affected. What’s more, Doreen is still not in 100% mobile condition.
Mabel: Serves them right.
They break out into laughter.
Rachel: Are you bathing?
Mabel: Here? I’m lazy. Plus, I don’t want to share the shower with them (pointing at Doreen’s team)
Rachel: True. There’s no one else around here right… (Rachel looks into the peephole staring directly into my eyes)
It scared the shit out of me. Because I’m in darkness, she probably couldn’t see me.
Rachel: Let’s go below.
I hear footsteps above me making a move. There is an opening diving the two sides of the stands, I dived in quickly to hid myself.
Rachel, Mabel and their team members gathered under the spectator stand and started changing as I inched my head out to peep.
Rachel and Mabel are good looking individuals. Rachel’s skin tone is fair as milk. Her hair is partially dyed dark brown in colour and she has big eyes. She is about the same height as Doreen. Her build is slightly smaller but her boobs definitely bigger. Perhaps a 33b. I watch as she removed her top revealing her orange sports bra. Back faced her teammates but front faced me in the darkness. She lifted off her sports bra before using a sports towel to pat herself dry. Her bosoms bouncing up and down before quickly putting on a regular bra. She then removed her shorts revealing a dark coloured set of panties. The contrast of the skin tone making it extra mesmerizing. Using the towel to pat down her thighs, she put on a spare set of shorts. Darn it, no change of panties.
Mabel’s skin tone is slightly darker. She is slightly shorter perhaps at 167-168cm. Similarly big-eyed with ash-grey highlights on her hair. Similar build to Glad about almost identical boob size. She stripped herself and revealed her white sports bra. She did not use a towel to pat herself dry but merely changed a top and shorts.
That though did turn me on a little. Rachel’s team made a swift exit as Doreen’s team subsequently got dismissed. Sim and the assistant coaches departed.
I let myself out of the opening and headed to the area under the stands of the team. Some light sniffing can be heard.
Chelz: Don’t let them get into our heads!
Jill: Is what they said true?
Lily: Eric cheated on you with Estee?
The weeping grows louder…
Unbelievable.
Chelz: Jill!
Jill: What? I’m saying this for her own good. And your’s Chelsea. You know you guys underperformed today.
An awkward silence filled the air.
Jill: I’m right am I not?
Chelz: Jill now’s really not the time…
Jill: I think it’s high time we address the elephant in the room. Girls, what do you think?
……..
Abby: I..
Jill: Not you Abby.
??
Jill: Peifen, what say you.
Peifen: I… agree with Jill.
Jill: To make it easier.. any objections aside from Chelsea?
Silence.
Jill: Good. Silence is consent. Here’s a thought. Doreen I think you should just give up on Eric.
WHAT!
Chelz: Jill…..
Jill: If what Rachel said was true. Then he’s totally a wimp. With Estee??? Come on..
Mel: Agree.
Peifen: Agree.
Jill: Abby, Lily, Glad, Aud?
Girls: A..a..agree…
What the fuck??
Mel: I can’t see him in the same light anymore. I could still pay him some respect because of the way he looked out for us once in a while.. but to Jill’s point… Estee?? And whimpering? He is so soft! He was already somewhat a wuss. This new ball-less act, now upgrade to Puss..
Chelz: ENOUGH!!
Chelz: We won’t let our personal matters interfere with this again.
Jill scoffs.
Jill: There may not be ‘this’ again with the performance earlier on. Anyway, I’m only saying this because you know I care for you both.
The girls pick up their belongings and headed for the exit.
Doreen is crying: I’m sorry… they got the better of me…
Chelz: Hunz…
Glad: Doreen…
They shared a hug and slowly exited the hall together.
…… holding my breath. Fists clenched.. arms shaking… eyes closed… I am doing all I can to maintain my composure… Jill… Mel… Peifen…. And especially Rachel and Mabel… You will rue this day..
I watch as Doreen and the gang entered the changing room. I am dying to give Doreen and Chelz a hug, a call, whatever form of consolation there is to offer. Patronizing me is likely the last thing they have on their mind right now. I have to regroup myself and settle things before matters escalate out of control.
Walking back to my car.. a myriad of negative emotions filled me. I am certain that Rachel and Mabel set us up. I was nothing but a pawn in the greater scheme of things.
As I approached the carpark, a familiar object catches my attention. The car.. the white Mitsubishi.. the driver.. the passenger at the passenger seat. It was déjà vu. Only this time, the vehicle is steered toward the direction of the entrance and not exit. My head follows it as though a tracker.. it’s headed toward the direction of the carpark at the back of the sports complex. I turned and hurried back to where I came from.
An ominous feeling loomed.
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Timecheck: 1105pm
I look over the sports hall, the lights are off. There is no one around. The car is parked at the open carpark behind the sports complex. I proceeded toward the locker area. Jill, Mel, Peifen, Aud and Glad exited the changing room and headed straight out of the premises. I waited for about 8 mins.. anxious, I couldn’t wait any longer. Did I miss the rest? Haltingly, I walked toward the changing room as I noticed the door about to swing open.
I u-turned and charged at full speed. Phew. I hid behind the lockers.
Doreen, Chelz, Lily and Abby exited. Their hairs wet, towels hanging over their shoulders carrying their training bags. They walk toward my direction and exited via the usual exit up a flight of stairs. Perhaps I am overthinking.
Giving the girls about a 1-minute head start, I discreetly followed them from behind. The girls were walking along a pathway headed in the direction of the school gate when they got distracted by something on their left. They stood still, heads turned paused for about 5 seconds. Chelz appeared hesitant as she pushed back the group. Doreen stepped forward, gently pushing Chelz’s hands down. The group then turned and headed in that direction. I inched my head across the wall of the left turn, they are entering a room. I walked up to it. The label outside the room reads ‘studio 1’.
The door to the room has a small window but it is blocked by something covering it. I quickly moved around the back of the room. It is the only room across that is lit. There are windows with vertical blinds drawn. The air conditioning from the inside is blowing against them, from the slight gaps, I was able to catch a glimpse of what is happening. It is a dance studio. The angle of the opening is faced toward the mirrors. The soundproofing of the room is mediocre. The windows have 2 segments. The bottom segment is a horizontal slide open, while the top segment is a square that is ‘push open’ from the inside. The bottom segment is locked. Lucky enough the top is slightly opened allowing me to listen in.
Bio: Lily & Abby
Lily and Abby are not your typical good-looking or captivating beauties. They’d pass off as average-looking. They are both slightly tanned. Abby has typical Asian eyes, mostly in specs, shoulder-length black hair standing at about 164cm with average boobs. Lily though is cuter. Big eyes with long lashes. She is petite at 162cm. Her voice is somewhat squeaky.
What strikes as beyond average is their physique. They are extremely fit. Not in a muscular sense but toned with killer abs and extremely perky butts.
Sim is standing in front of the mirror. The girls facing them. I missed the front part of the engagement. Sim takes a step forward.
Chelz lifts up her hands: Stand back!
Sim: Aiyoyo you really are a feisty little thing. Read it for yourself. (He lifts up a stack of paper with his right hand)
Abby steps forward to retrieve the papers before quickly backpaddling to the girls. Handing it over to Doreen and Chelz.
Sim chuckles: You don’t need me to point out how poorly you did today. You should know better.. (Sim takes two steps forward)
Chelz stretches out her hands and pushes the girls back.
Doreen: What do you want!
Sim: Doreen oh Doreen.. you already know what I want..
Chelz: That’s not happening!
Sim: Are you sure??
Chelz: Stand still! Or else..
Sim: Or else what?? Hahaha (Sim lunges forward to try and grab them)
Chelz steps forward to try and defend the girls using her body to block Sim.
Chelz: RUN YALL!
Abby pounces forward to assist Chelz. Using her bag to hit Sim’s arms. Doreen and Lily running straight to the door trying to jam the handlebar. The door wouldn’t open. Just then, Clement appears out of a blind spot at the opposite end of the door. Stepping out of the closet.
Clement: You girls can stop try.. the door is auto-locked once closed. (he waves an access card in his hand)
Doreen looks to her right, there is an access scanner with the ‘red’ light on. Sim shoves Chelz to the left and she falls on the floor. His left palm grabbing onto the cheeks of Abby with arms straightened. Abby lets go of her bag. Her hands grabbing to the left arm of Sim.
Sim: HAHAHAH. Woah Abby…. Now you think you got this two.. you trying to play with us ah? (He brings her face in and forcefully gave a kiss)
Lily: ABBY!! (Lily drops her bag and charged forward only to be grabbed by Clement from the waist)
Sim releases Abby and throws her to the side. Losing her footing, Abby falls to the ground. Sim looks toward the direction of Doreen and makes a grin.
Chelz: NO!! (she regains her footing and tries to stop Sim)
Sim again shoves her backward causing her to stumble. He then pounces his body on her. Lifting up his right arm, charging in a full swing.. he slaps her right across the face..
Doren: STOP!!… stop…….. (Doreen kneels on the floor.. hands over her ears whimpering)
But Sim doesn’t stop. Instead, he leans forward and starts kissing Chelz. while his hands running all over her body. Chelz profusely trying to use her hands to stop him but it was useless. On the other hand, Clement has managed to pin down Lily with his two hands on top of her two arms, seated on top of her. Lily is completely dominated.. crying and showing little to no form of struggle as Clement kisses her face and neck.
Abby is seated, legs folded.. pleading in tears for them to stop. Doreen crawls toward Sim and holds on to Sim’s hand..
Doreen: Mr Sim.. please..
Sim is panting heavily from all the action. Slowly letting go of Chelz who is in a state of despair: hahaha… you all like to upscale my exercise session ah. Good. Come here.
Sim grabs on to Doreen.. he takes a whiff off the side of her face and starts kissing her. Reluctantly Doreen complies. In a kneeling position, Sim and Doreen are engaged in a tongue lock. Sim’s hands rubbing and massaging Doreen’s breasts. Slowly but surely.. his hands found their way under her top.. Doreen tried resisting only to get overpowered. Sim then moved over and pinned Doreen down to continue the act. His hands moving around ferociously under her top.
Chelz’s left cheek is completely red.. she tries to lift herself up.. but she couldn’t.. possibly exhausted from the selections earlier on and the power play with Sim.. she turns over to face Doreen..
Sim: HAHAHAH..
Doreen: Ch..elz… you know.. we… we have to do this… (Doreen closes her eyes)
Chelz crying: Hunz…
Sim laughs hysterically: That’s more like it! Don’t forget we have the recording…
Clement smirks as he pauses his act on Lily: We also have your documents.
Sim: Besides. This is a win-win.. you know only I have the overarching authority to approve who gets on the team. HAHAHA
Dear.. Chelz… why… why do you have to do this.. My assistance at this moment might only complicate matters.
Sim has his gripe on the bottom of Doreen’s training tee pushing it upwards until her white bra is revealed. Letting off a sinister laugh he plants his face into her bosoms.. rubbing his face against it. His hands rubbing hard against her inner thighs.. Doreen squirms.. her eyes closed tightly.. face crammed, her arms by her side, fingers extended and locked in an awkward position. He tugs down her FBT shorts, to her thighs area. The white silk material-looking panty revealed. While still kissing and licking her boobs, his right palm is massaging the outside of her V.
Chelz: HUNZ……!! (Chelz weeps and extends her hands lying there totally helpless)
Clement got straight into the action. Removing his pants and underwear. He grabbed Abby over to join Lily. Forcefully making them strip. Lily removed her top to show her lacy dark purple bra. Abby removed her top revealing her turquoise-colored bra. On their knees, they started pleasuring Clement. Each licking one side of his little one.
I am frozen beyond means.
Sim stopped with the ‘foreplay’ and pushed himself up. His bulge is grotesquely obvious. He whispered to Doreen a set of instructions that was inaudible to me as he walked toward Chelz. Grabbing Chelz’s hair, he pulled her toward the front of the mirror. Chelz is sliding across the floor on her butt hands grabbing on to Sim’s hand. Doreen with her shorts still hanging between her thighs showing her panties crawls toward their direction, following behind them.
Chelz: LET US GO!! (Chelz using all her might and remaining strength to hit Sim’s arms)
Sim: You this 小辣椒. Until now still don’t want to give up. Playing punk with me and try to ignore my calls and messages right… (He lets go of her and squats down before taking a whiff off the side of her face)
She spits on his face. Sim wipes the spit with his hands and licks it before carrying on with awry laughter.
Sim: Listen.. this will not end well if you don’t just do what you’re told. No reason that you can’t enjoy this also. Correct?
Chelz scowls at him with murderous intent. Doreen reaches them, extending a hug to Chelz.
Sim: hahahha ok I want you all to continue where you left off the last time. And you all better don’t keep behaving like that. Remember that you all wanted this and agreed to it.
Chelz and Doreen shared a brief moment of whisper hugging each other tightly.
Sim: Oi (he shouts at Clement) Bring the other two over also.
Clement lets go of Lily and Abby. They crawl toward Chelz and Doreen. 4 of them holding on to each other.
Chelz: You are a f*cking disgusting piece of shit. I curse you to ruins.
Sim: hahahah curse… continue cursing (he shrieks his hands) Now hurry up and continue the show.
Doreen and Chelz start removing their top and bottom. Chelz in her classic dark blue bra and panty. Lily and Abby with their top already removed starts removing their bottom. In their bras and panties, the girls start making out. Doreen and Chelz, Lily and Abby.
I am in a state of emotional confusion. Anger, anxiety and arousal all at the same time. For some reason, their kiss is extremely passionate. Doreen and Chelz are holding on to each other’s faces. Abby is grabbing onto Lily’s right boob.. gently massaging it.
Sim: aiyoyoyo… tsk tsk tsk tsk…. Even in this condition also Jin Swee leh (very beautiful).
Sim and Clement chuckles as they squat and inch forward to pay careful observation of the action.
Doreen starts moving her right hand under the bra of Chelz. Slipping it under to grab Chelz’s left boob.. they released the tongue lock and gazed into each other’s eyes for 2 seconds before continuing. I watch as their cheek muscles tighten and relax.. lots of tongue action must be going on beneath. Chelz progressively moving her hands toward the outside of Doreen’s V.. circling it slowly..
Clement couldn’t hold it in. He walked forward and grabbed Lily. Pinning her down and removing her grey panty with force. In a missionary position, he angled himself and penetrated her. ‘NOOO.. AHHH’ Lily exclaimed. Clement does not stop. His thrusts go quicker and harder as Lily covers her mouth with both her hands. Not wanting to portray any form of pleasure. Abby unable to witness the sight turns her head away with her eyes closed sitting adjacent to them.
Sim grabs Doreen and Chelz. Instructing them to stand, bend over and place their hands on the mirror.
He slowly pulls down both their panties, starting with Chelz stopping at their knees. Chelz’s clean shave and ass crack comes into sight as he laughs. He then proceeds to take a whiff and rubs his nose against the V.. Chelz is visibly tired. She turned to look at Doreen who is gently shaking her head as though telling Chelz not to try. Sim slowly proceeds over to Doreen. Performing the same act. This time with an addition of kissing and licking Doreen’s butt cheek.
Standing in the middle of both of them.. Doreen on his left, Chelz on his right. He swings both his arms and slaps their butt. He passes them a set of instructions before again whiffing their faces. The girls look up and face the mirror. His two hands angled each outside the clits of the girls’, he inserted his middle fingers. With insane haste, he fingered them.
Sim: Open your eyes! I want to see you.
Doreen and Chelz strenuously open them. Their mouths are closed. I can tell they are trying hard not to moan… although noises are being emitted. ‘NHHMMM…’ their bodies betraying them.
Sim: What are you supposed to say??
Silence..
Sim increases the speed: hahaha still want to be stubborn.. good…
Chelz’s right knee starts trembling: I… I am.. I am dirty…
Doreen similarly: I…. I am… a… a… cunt..
Sim: Say it properly! (he swings a fast smack across their assess before continuing)
Chelz: I deserve to be punished!
Doreen: I am a naughty girl!
Sim gives off a sinister laugh: MORE!!
Doreen: I.. ‘NNHMMM’… am.. Master Sim’s slave…
Chelz closing her eyes tight: ‘UURFFF’ I…want.. to be.. ‘NNMMM’ fucked…
Hearing all of that, Sim’s body instantaneously went into a spasm. The girls panting as they looked into the mirror and witnessed his body spasming.
Sim: Knn.. hahaha you girls are good.. normally want to stand also difficult. Today don’t even need to show it.
The fuck.. did he just ejaculate in his pants. He releases his hands and Chelz falls onto the floor in her weakened state. Doreen pulling up her panties before assisting Chelz, giving her a tight hug.
Sim grins: Count yourselves lucky..
Clement releases Lily: Means its my turn..
Sim: Aye. Limpeh (I) haven’t take them you want to take ah.
Clement retreats.. using his hands to jerk off and spraying it all over Lily’s face.
Sim looks down at his pants. A wet patch over it.
Sim: Lucky I have spare pants in the car. (he points at the 4 of them) remove your panties.
The 4 of them comply. Retrieving them, he grabs them with 2 hands, bringing up to his face, he inhaled deeply before smiling and passing 2 to Clement.
Sim: hahahah this won’t be the last. Mark my words.
Clement dresses himself up and walks back to retrieve a camera that was hidden in the blind spot earlier on as the duo headed to the exit. Clement placed a stopper to prevent the door from fully closing.
Clement: If you girls are locked in… not my problem.
I watch as the girls gather together. Mostly trying to check on Chelz who took the heaviest damage. My heart is tight.. I dash toward the open carpark. Sim retrieved a pant and the duo headed back into the direction of the school building assuming to find a toilet. Thinking of going up behind as an ambush and start bashing them, that’s probably not a wise idea. I walk toward the car.
Scratch it? Break a window? That raises too much immediate attention. Quickly I uncapped the tire cap. Using a key to press against the needle I started to release the air. It wasn’t before long before I hear the chattering voices. I hastily flicked the cap away and ducked to hide behind another car. The engine started. I peeked through the window of the adjacent car as they drove off. I turned back around. Sitting with my back against a stranger’s car in the open carpark.
Eyes closed.. I feel a tear rolling down my left cheek. Bumping my right fist against the road, a voice in me chanting ‘You are such a wimp Eric.. you can’t even protect the girls you love.’ ‘You are useless’. The girls were right.. recalling the images of Sim’s and Clement’s ravage act earlier..
“he’s totally a wimp.” “he is so soft!” resounding memories of Jill and Mel’s words pierce through my heart.
I don’t deserve them. Opening my eyes as I look up to the night sky. An alternate voice in me enveloped all self-pity. ‘Get back at them’ it said. ‘Let them have a taste of bitterness’ it resounded.
As though the universe is trying to send me a signal. The moon is round and bright. Like the many mythical legends and characters out of comic books. My brain started to paint the moon red. An illusion of a face started to form, red eyes with a smile. The voices morphed into a howl. A howl at the moon..
Is it getting too intense or disgusting? haha I got a mini-zap.
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did your least fav changed from Estee to Sim? haha
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The past weeks have been brutal. It is a lonely battle I am faced with. I cooped myself up thinking of ways and means to prove my innocence and ultimately, get back at all who wronged me. This is an uphill task. Time and time again, I am met with roadblocks and no clear path of action. Half my time was spent researching each of the duos.
Rachel and Mabel – I have no leverage against their deeds. The setup to trigger the emotions and violation of Doreen and Chelz, I have to think of a way to link them up together. Not much is known about them. I have attempted stalking them but for some reason, perhaps because Netball training has commenced, they have stopped visiting the gym with Estee.
Sim and Clement – yes I have a recording of Sim’s misdeeds. But there are things that don’t add up. What leverage does Sim hold against Lily and Abby? I struggle to see how Doreen and Chelz are willing to compromise their dignity for something as benign as joining the combined squad. Although, tailing Sim was a much easier task. I have leads on the school he coaches it was all futile attempts at stalking. His day consists of mostly regular day-to-day activities.
What’s more, there is a Chinese saying. 好事不出门，坏事传千里. In essence, no one remembers any good the moment a wrong is done. News spread like wildfire. This incident was no different. Classmates, acquaintances even to the extent of strangers started spreading rumors about what happened. Estee naturally had to step out to clear her innocence but per social norms, shouldering the blame of such relationship matters typically falls on the side of the instigator, being the male – me.
My lack of showups coupled with abstinence in clarifying myself did not help the situation. An onslaught of negative comments struck me across various platforms, messages, social media and what naught. I was too tired to deal with them that I deactivated my accounts. Much like a guilty person would.
Doreen, Chelz and the girls maintained their silence on the matter. They are preoccupied with more serious matters at hand. Glad has turned a blind eye to me. I don’t blame her.
The guys, on the other hand, being typical bros, did not cast any judgment or at least none that are to my awareness. Gary has been steadily checking in on my well-being. I did not share much. Ray and Ali have no issues handling Jill and the group sex party’s negative comments. Ray is after all an alpha male. Marcus is caught in a tug of war between his relationship with Aud and myself. To make things easier, I abstained from any social gatherings with them. That said, yesterday was my birthday. I was eagerly anticipating well wishes from Doreen and Chelz. None of that came. Doreen and I were meant to celebrate and have a private evening together. Of course, that was soiled by recent events.
The guys insisted on having the night with me. None of the girls were involved, we met at a bar along East Coast. One that based on my understanding that is frequented by folks in the aviation industry. There was no intent for any of us to get laid but good scenery killed nobody. The ladies present have superb figures. Mostly dressed in attire that easily flaunted their curves. The guys were kind enough to make sure they did not ruin my evening. While they were stealing glances and commenting on which girl around is the prettiest, they did not make any moves of any sort. Not while I was sober at least.
For me, I was just trying to enjoy the night and take my mind off things. Being my birthday, I was not spared the intoxication. Things started escalating about 1 hour into the meetup. The bar owner on knowing that it’s my birthday sent a round of shots to the table. I have not been eating properly and consuming alcohol on a somewhat weakened stomach is not something I’d recommend to people. Before I know it, I was high. Much of the night was a blur to me. I recall taking the shots, I recall Ray inviting some ladies to our table. I recall becoming so high that I wanted to go home but was prevented from doing so. I vaguely recall exchanging friendly banters with the guys and girls that were invited to the table.
The next moments were mostly blank.. I have a bit of an impression boarding a vehicle.. the memories itself were vague.. what most would definitely term as a good night out. Hopefully with minimal regrets the next day.
For now, my head is heavy. I think I am awake because my mind is active. I can feel the comfort of my back resting on something soft… assuming a bed. My head is rested against what I assume is a pillow. Aside from tasting alcohol in my mouth, something pleasant smelling is in my vicinity. The aroma, like a body lotion that is used by a lady. Lavender? Roses? something flowery. Wait..
Trying to move my arms and legs… but I face some sort of resistance. Am I awake? I forcefully try to open my eyes.. it is still pitch dark.. am I dreaming??
Concentrating my focus on my limbs. It feels as though something has bound them together. I can feel them but I am unable to move. I start panicking.. my mouth am I silenced? No.. but my mouth is dry.. I clear my throat as I try to catch a response.. ’errghh.. eh hem.. Hello?'
It was silent.. but I could feel movement on my right side. It seems as though I’m on a bed and someone is laying beside me. I was not met with an oral response. Instead came a chilling touch.. a slight tap from what felt like the tip of a finger meeting with the tip of my dingo. My body squirmed and fidgeted to the sensation. Blood started rushing in all directions, my brain.. my heart.. needless to say.. my groin.
Am I naked?!
Me: Hello?!
A breath of hot air surrounds my right ear.. followed by the chilling touch.. this time on my right nipple. Basic fight or flight instincts told my body to flee. I turned my body over to my left only to be grabbed by my right arm and put back into position. A thump followed as the bed bounces, the person is now seated on top of me on my abdomen region. The person is not heavy. I feel ticklish as something brushes past me..what felt like the person’s hair running across the right side of my chest/shoulder.. leaning in toward my head.
Girls voice directly infront of my face: Now don’t be naughty…
On one hand.. thank goodness it’s a female? On the other…
She runs her tongue across the circumference of my lips.. without hesitation she planted her lips on mine. My arms are tied against my chest but the person’s upper body is pressing up against my arms.. I can feel the softness of her bosoms… It seems she is topless.. the aroma grows thicker.. the scent is definitely coming from this individual. She releases the tongue lock and begin kissing downwards.. skipping through my chest.. down on my abdomen….shortly.. a warm.. slight lick is felt on the tip of my dingo..
Girls voice: How’s this (lick) You like this don’t you? (another lick)
What is happening… without using her hands, she runs her tongue along the outline of my girth. I am very aroused by now. My dick is fully erected. Gently and slowly, she makes sporadic pauses, kissing and licking down toward my testicles. Giving it a light suck.. anticipating a reaction from me. My body fidgets at every tease that was performed. She kisses, sucks and licks her way through the sac back toward the prized possession.
Before I know it, my dick is engulfed.. the person is skillful. Sucking it wholesome while making sexual noises at periodic junctures… ‘EhhMM..’ She bobs her head back and forth with ferocity. This is a very different feeling altogether for me. I can’t see a thing but my body is reacting naturally to the calls. She willingly pushes my dingo deep triggering a gag reflex as she chokes but continues.. unconsciously I began reacting.. ‘YES…’ noticing my reaction, she patiently torments me for easily another 4-5 minutes.. it was heavenly.
She gradually decreased her pace before releasing her mouth and giving my tip a kiss. Without saying anything, she readjusted herself.. a warm, wet and slippery sensation could be felt.. it was different from earlier.. ‘MpppmmHHH’ she moans as she carefully rubs the outside of her clits against the dick.. I was so eager to have it.. in the bind, with whatever range of motion I was able to force, I lifted my hips. Tt was a minimal effort as that was all I could offer given my ‘handicap’, ‘ERRFFF’ she moaned as my dick made a slight entry barely intruding with just the head..
Based on the moan, the voice felt slightly more distant. The noise was not directed in my direction. She must have repositioned to a reverse cowgirl. Sensing my eagerness, she released control of her center of gravity making a deep penetration at the first go.
Girl: ‘AAAHH’
It might have been a combination of ‘pain’ and pleasure. It caught me by surprise as well as I exclaimed a ‘UUHH-AH’. Following the flow, she started riding me while releasing cute moans ‘ER-ERFF’.. each thrust she sought, she increased her pace.. tightening her grip as she clenched her walls.
Girl: I like it.. I like it like that… (she whispers..)
I did not respond. I reacted by assisting with all I could. She moves to make a quick turn, now in a cowgirl position, she humps me relentlessly.. ‘Like that.. Like that…make me… cum..’ she said. Our breaths growing heavier with each movement. Our body temprature is rising.. I am starting to feel a bit of moisture over our thighs. Planting her lips again on mine.. we exchange a kiss as we increase the intensity. Our tongues twisting in the mouths of one another passing the occasional ‘AHH’.. her humping goes quicker along with whatever hip movement I can manage..
Girl whispers: Don’t.. cum.. in me..
But I ain’t stopping.. my body is loving this..
Me: But I have to release it..
We continue kissing..
Girl: Not inside me there..
Knowing that it’s about time that my warrior is unable to without any longer. She jumps off me after a final deep thrust.. ‘ERFFF!’ immediately using her mouth to suck me wholesome. No hands utilized.. she is a pro. After 1 min of hasty bobbing, my body tenses up.. my legs straightened in an awkward position.
Girl: Oohh you’re cumming..
She quickly deep throats herself.. not letting me have any chance of escape.
Me: Wait..
She doesn’t. Aside from the feeling that I’m about to ejaculate in the next instant, something is pressed against my eyes. About concurrent to the release of my semen, something is freeing my eyes. The object that was blocking my vision is gently being lifted upwards now pressing against my forehead.
Me: Ahhhhhhhh…
Girl: URFFFHHMM
That was the most appropriate expression to describe how I was feeling at the moment. The light from the surroundings hurting my eyes.. the pleasure of the ejaculation being engulfed straight into the person’s mouth.. slowly but surely.. my vision was appearing. From white lights, colors, objects start coming into sight.
My dingo is being cleaned up.. and a head appears. The person turns toward me.. smiling.. she opens her mouth to show the load of cum that was ejected from me into her. Cheekily, she gulps it down.. ‘MmmmMMmh’ she licks her lips looking at me elated. She leans in closer to my face. Staring into my eyes.
Girl: Hi.
In my mind.. I am thinking.. what…. the…. ????????