Now, best case scenario would be Farid goes out after meeting Hakim, gets his drugs, comes back stoned and have a heavy dinner.
Opium is a analgesic drug that produces euphoric effects.
The safest way to consume it would be to smoke it thereby magnifying it’s addictiveness but prior to the arrival of the tobacco pipe, opium was consumed orally.
There is 2 ways we can use it, one to lace Farid’s food, let him sleep in his euphoric state. Hakim would personally call the cops once he’s brother is out.
Another would be to plant the opium on Farid, but chances are he would be having something more potent in his pockets.
If that fails, there is still Sandy.
When it comes to that, Hakim would call Sandy to head up since Alex and I are late and on our way over.
Farid would be called to the room with the excuse that Hakim wants to talk to Sandy for a while before his brother makes the apology.
Using that as a pretext to keep Farid in the room for a while, Hakim would call the cops while talking to Sandy.
Hopefully if all goes to plan, by the time the cops arrive to get his brother, it would all be over without Sandy ever realising her role in this.
She will only see the image of Farid being led away bringing a closure of sort to this whole fiasco.
If all else fails, Hakim, Alex and I would be more than enough to hold Farid till the cops arrive.
Even he is found without drugs on him, a urine test would reveal he was a junkie and with Sandy at the scene, she would surely take the chance to report Farid.
I hope it all goes according to plan.
There is only so much we could plan.
The rest we have to hope for the best.
9th July 2011
Saturday
4pm
Hakim, Alex and I had a last minute meeting under his block before we parted ways 15 minutes later.
Alex and I spent the next 45 minutes staring at our phones 1 block away.
5pm
Our phone buzzed and right on time, Farid appeared.
My heart started to beat faster as Alex paced up and down, it finally dawned on us it’s starting.
5.30pm
Hakim text us saying that everything is going ok so far. Farid has left to get his fix but promises to be back for dinner by 7pm.
6pm
Hakim sends his mother over to Pasir Ris before heading back.
I don’t know where the time flew to. I only remembered drinking at least 4 cups of coffee with Alex at the coffee shop aong Bedok south avenue 3.
We firmed up the timing with Sandy in another group chat about the dinner and helping to move.
Sandy msg : Ok.. all wearing casual right since we moving stuff.
James msg : Yup.. I’m just in berms and t-shirt.
Sandy msg : Ok… I’ll do that too.
James msg : Wait for everyone… we head up together ok ?
Sandy msg : Sure..
Alex Msg : Ok..
7pm
I paced up and down the coffee shop as Alex looked a little dazed and tired.
There is this sinking feeling in my stomach. I cannot explain away the feeling.
7.05pm
Hakim msg : Farid is late…
7.10pm
Hakim sms : He says he’s on his way…
Our eyes never left the phone.
7.15pm
Hakim sms : He says 5 minutes more…
James : Alex, let’s go wait nearer the block…
7.20pm
The moment we left the coffee shop my heart dropped.
Sandy sms : I’m here… need the bathroom… see you guys up there…
It’s as if someone swung this heavy axe right into my chest as I felt my breathe leave my lungs.
Right across at the open air carpark of Block 70, I saw Sandy alight from a cab.
She was dressed in a white t-shit with short denim pants and shoes, she had a rubber band in her mouth as she collected up a good bundle of her hair trying to tie them up in a pony tail.
Diagonally In front of her at block 69 I saw Farid but he was not alone.
He had a friend with him and they walked in a relaxed swagger towards Hakim’s place at block 70.
Alex and I froze.
7.21pm
Sandy skipped up the steps to block 70 2 at a time heading towards the lift as Farid closes in barely 30 meters away.
It doesn’t look like he has spotted Sandy yet.
Immediately Alex tried to run towards Sandy but I held him back.
James : Wait.. wait… still quite far away… she can make it into the lift.
We slowed down to a brisk walk as we kept an eye on Farid. Suddenly he looked at his watch and tapped his friend on the arm and they quickened their footsteps.
James : Still got time… still got time…
Then I was hit with a chilling thought as I watch Farid and his friend head up the stairs of the open air carpark.
Shit.
Those HDB blocks has lifts with security system. Guest cannot just walk right up, which meant Sandy probably has to wait for Hakim to send one down.
I started running.
So did Alex.
I only reached the end of the block when I saw Farid and his friend running towards the lift to stop the door from closing.
It all happened within a split second but I saw it.
That half a second pause Farid did when he realised who was inside the lift he stopped.
He walked in as Alex and I sprinted with everything we got.
I could hear the beeping of the lift as the door started to close.
I have to make it
Just a few steps more.
I managed to hit the open button the same time Alex jammed his hand into the middle of the closing door, causing the lift to buzz angrily as the door opened one again.
I entered the lift, trying to control my breathing.
Sandy’s expression was one of shock and horror as she plastered herself against the back of the lift, shivering where she stood.
Farid saw me enter and he walked right up to me.
Close. Real close.
Our chins almost touched each other as we looked at each other without a word.
Alex was right behind me, I could feel his breath on my left ear.
The lift buzzed again, angry that it had been held up so long.
Beep beep…..
beep beep….
Beep beep…………
The buzzer sounded like the heartbeat monitor albeit a angrier and more hostile version.
The beeping stop when the lift door closed with a thud.
But the beeping sound continued in my head.
Beep beep….
Beep beep…
……………………
It’s funny the kind of images that comes to your mind during moments like this.
Moments from my secondary school days where you go inside a lift, hit the button for the highest floor and trash it all out came flooding into my head.
This time round though was a little different.
There was no trash talking, no asking which gang are you from. Where is your chief ?
How you want to settle ?
Want to one on one ?
Page your brothers to come down ?
None of that applies
There was no need to talk, everyone knew what was coming. That euphoric tension in the lift is like a drug itself. You see, all living things are programmed the same way.
It’s fight or flight.
That split second decision your brain makes that dictates your action.
Increased blood flows to your muscles, increased blood pressure, even your muscle tension increased to provide your body with increased speed and strength.
Farid moved first shoving me backwards as he drew back his fist.
I could feel Alex behind me as he supported my retreat the same time I swung my arm at Farid.
Sandy’s scream seemed to be suspended in mid air, much like the scene in inception when everything freezes.
Both our hits connected and shouts, curses and threats shattered the silence inside the lift.
Farid got me on my cheek while I landed one squarely on his jaw.
It’s was not a hard hit for the both of us, there was not enough room for big movements.
Farid started hitting and throwing punches like a mad dog at me as I turned to my right, blocking most of his hits with my left arm and shoulder.
I waited for an opportunity to drive in a jab towards his stomach and he grunted before trying to kick me.
Sandy : STOP!!! ARHHHH.. STOP!!!
The shouting started from Farid as he held onto my shirt, pulling me close but I squeeze my arm in between his, pushing up his jaw with my right and tried to punch him in the throat with my left.
Farid : FUCK YOU!!!… FUCK YOU … CHEE…CB…FUCK..!!
Hakim stayed on a low floor, with the average speed of 2.5 seconds per floor, it took less than 15 seconds to reach the floor Hakim stayed.
Everything happened with that few seconds but it felt longer.
I was so focused on Farid that I failed to notice that Alex and Farid’s friend was trying to separate the both of us from each other.
Farid : You NAR BEI CHEE Bye… fuck!!..
Farid cursed like a mad dog as his limbs continued flailing and landing kicks on my thighs, my calves and the side of my body.
I saw an opening and I hit him with a tightly clenched fist at the underside of his neck near to his lower right jaw.
He tried to hit back but that one did the trick.
Farid lost his footing for a moment before collapsing onto the ground the same time the door buzzed open.
The commotion is deafening.
Hakim talking rapidly asking what happened.
Sandy crying in the lift as she held onto her arm while Alex pulled her out.
Farid’s friend spoke to Hakim in Malay as he tried to pull his friend off the floor.
When I finally sobered up a little to take stock of the situation, I realised that Alex had been kicked a few times inside the lift and there was even the dusty mark of Farid’s shoe print on Sandy’s left calve.
The place she was kicked looked a little red.
I didn’t think I was hurt though until I went to look in the mirror inside Hakim’s bathroom. It was nothing, a couple of bruises and some small cuts on my fists and forearms less than 1cm each.
Farid though has been contained inside the master bathroom.
No it was not my punch or anything. I’m not superman.
For some reason Farid went into a vomiting fit, Hakim said his brother is dehydrated.
Hakim : He tried vomiting but hardly anything comes out except some thick liquid.
He had called an ambulance and they should be reaching shortly.
Farid’s friend spoke quickly with Hakim before dashing into the lift and getting away.
When the SCDF officers arrived 10 minutes later they put Farid on a drip before bringing him away. Hakim said he would be following his brother to see how he was.
By 8.30pm
Alex, Sandy and I sat stoned face at the coffee shop.
So much for our grand plan.
Alex and I spoke nothing about using Sandy and we just wolfed down our dinner while Sandy only had milo.
9.30pm
Hakim text us to update that his brother is fine, just very dehydrated and is now running a slight fever.
Hakim sms : They know he’s taking drugs….
That was the last message Hakim sent that evening.
We parted ways at 10pm and I sent Sandy home.
11th July 2011
Monday
9am.
Everyone showed up for work on time.
Hakim said his brother is still warded but placed under watch. They are taking his statement.
He even apologised for the trouble his brother caused but on the bright side, he added that it’s unlikely he would be bothering his mum and him in the near future.
Alex would still be renting a room at Hakim’s place as planned.
Sandy is still in the dark and we agreed to keep it that way.
The highlight for that morning was seeing Terry and Belinda again in Mr Liew’s room.
Something is brewing.
I can almost smell it.
This time round it was Belinda who stormed out first before leaving Terry and Mr Liew to talk.
10 minutes later, Terry left too, not before coming over to Sandy and casting a glance at what she was doing.
15th August 2011
Monday
9am.
For a good whole month, it was pretty much peace and quiet. Aside from some brushes with Terry’s team, everyone did ok.
It’s like normal office life. The daily grind.
Alex and Hakim worked well as a team, Hakim would check his work and give him some pointers and in return, Alex taught Hakim shortcuts base on scripts he wrote.
Even Uncle Tong joins us for lunch a couple of times that month.
For the very first time, it felt like the team is finally coming together.
Mr Liew bought the team lunch and drinks twice and he too commented to me that it looks like the team is shaping up well.
James : It’s a good team from what I see..
Mr Liew : Good or not… only when the crunch time comes…. Then we will know…
James : What do you mean ?
Mr Liew : All is peaceful and well now… jobs are manageable, of course it looks ok…. It’s only when the pressure piles up, then you can see if the team is a good one.
I shook my head and said he thinks too much.
James : You think too much la…. Everyone can do their work, submit on time, good enough already….
How naïve I was.
I thought with a few years in the industry, I had seen it all.
The construction industry is a dirty one.
Money changes hands under the table all the time.
Kickbacks are common, so are preferred relationships with your handful of contractors.
All contractors will know when to sharpen their knives,
If you didn’t, you’re not one.
So you want to build a grand resort on our island you say…. Who should I get to do it ?
The Dim sum breakfast gathering of all the big bosses of the local builders were of a scale never seen in Singapore’s history.
Have you watched Hong Kong Triad films ?
Well, the gathering was not that showy of course, more classy.
More low profile.
But it was a gathering of the big boys nonetheless.
On a tiny island, not many can build a resort.
With more than 5 years of experience under my belt, I thought I had seen it all.
Things that they don’t teach you in school and any upgrading courses.
Stuff you only learn on the job.
I knew it was tough getting projects unless you knew the right person but the situation in the office got a little complicated.
Mr Liew finally sat down with me and took me through the grand picture.
There are projects, but not only are we bidding for it, Terry is too.
James : What ? Aren’t we the same company? In a way ?
Mr Liew : We’re not… His is so much bigger…. Our team plus the one by Darryl is barely half his size.
Darryl helms the other team within the space we work, dealing mostly with projects in Indonesia.
James : Why are they bidding for the same project as us ? I thought you said you knew the Client.
Mr Liew : Yeah, so did they… and it’s common knowledge we’re under the same roof…. End of the day it’s money that talks…
James : So the past few meetings ?…. ?
Mr Liew revealed that there had been a few confrontation with Terry and since we’re new to the office in a way, he reluctantly gave up 1 to Terry as a form of courtesy, the one he mentioned earlier to me.
Mr Liew : There is another one… a Good class bungalow… off Merryn Road…. It’s just the 2 of us fighting for it.
James : What ? … this is stupid… what is the boss saying about this ?
Mr Liew : He’s in semi-retirement mode, says what will be will be….. he’s just another old fuck…
Mr Liew is angry, and he seldom lose his temper. I guess this really riled him up big time.
He spent 30 minutes going through the project with me. Alex has been helping him the past week to get some basic stuff done and now the physical model of the house is being built.
I was to help compile the report and attend the presentation to the Client with him in 1 weeks time.
Terry and Belinda would be doing the presentation after us.
Mr Liew : We need to get this.. Make sure the model looks good… this old uncle cannot read drawings…. He want to hold the house model like play lego like that see then can understand.
Mr Liew : Help me look after this James… I need to concentrate on the other bigger one…. That would feed the team for an entire year…
James : Ok…sure.
19th August 2011
Friday
1pm
I picked up the model together with Alex and Sandy at the factory in Ubi before carefully taking a cab back to office.
The model looks decent, it even lights up when you hit the switch at the side. It could easily rival those in the show flats you see for new launches with the fancy trees and cars.
4pm
The copier churned out copies of the report and everything was going well.
The team laughed and joked while Mr Liew surprised everyone with some curry puffs from old chang kee as a mid afternoon snack.
By 5.30pm, all was ready.
The model dusted and covered with an acrylic cover.
The reports neatly stacked by the side.
Everything laid ready in the meeting room.
5.45pm
I went to the pantry and happen to see Belinda making her coffee.
James : Hey…
Belinda : Hey…
James : All ok ?
Belinda : Haha… what are you trying to ask ??
I shrugged my shoulder as she dropped in 2 cubes of sugar into her coffee.
Belinda : We’re going after the same fish… I’m sure you know that…
James : I do… but it’s just work… not that we can help it.
She nodded.
Belinda : We’re a bit behind schedule… the model maker cannot get our model out in time by today.. only the 1st wing was delivered…. Another part would come only on Sunday…… got to be back this weekend to make sure they fix it properly…
James : Ok…. Ermm.. ..
I hesitated for a moment before I asked her another question.
James : How’s things between you and….. Terry…
Belinda paused but she did not look at me.
Belinda : That’s my personal life James…. I don’t want to talk about that with you…
I nodded as she turned away.
As she walked out, Sandy walked in and I raised my cup at her.
When the 2 of them passed each other, I realised they had the same blouse on, just that Belinda wore a pair of pants and Sandy had a skirt on.
They gave each other a glance before passing right by without a smile.
They would pass off as twins if just given just a cursory glance from certain angles.
Not surprising.
7.30pm
The office was already empty and I’m the only one left in my wing as Mr Liew shut off the lights in his office and waved goodbye to me.
Mr Liew : Have a good rest ya…. Monday is a big day… Leaving soon ?
James : Yup in a bit…
I was about to shut down my computer when I saw Sandy back after her Yoga and her run with a yogurt smoothie in hand.
Sandy : Not leaving yet ?
James : Soon..
As Sandy bent down to remove her running shoes, I felt this feeling stir within me. It’s been a while since I had sex, and the buildup of hormones is starting to get to me.
Sandy changed out of her shoes and slipped into her slippers. I watched her fumble though her bags for towel and clothes and I asked her.
James : What are you doing ? I thought you normally go back straight without bothering to change …
Sandy : Yah but I’m meeting my friends for dinner…. I’m going to grab a quick shower. .. go ahead and leave first… don’t need to wait for me..
James : Haha… I don’t plan to..
Sandy gave me a irritated look and hit me with her towel as she gathered up the stuff to head to the bathroom. There is a shower stall at the last cubicle of the toilet for our office.
One each for the male and female baths.
With the empty office, I started to get a bit of funny ideas.
James : You… need help to shower ??
Sandy laughed before throwing me a flirty look but I knew she was just joking.
The moment Sandy disappeared into the toilet, I got up and followed her from behind and make sure she entered the bathroom.
Another glance around the office told me it’s empty and I walked to the pantry to make sure no one was hanging around.
The coast is clear.
I went to the reception and took a peek into the other wing and was surprised to see Belinda working at a corner alone.
She looks occupied with her stuff.
I cannot resist the urges that was coming up within me, there was just this uncontrollable push in me that made me want to masturbate and cum inside Sandy’s smoothie.
I switched off all the lights in the office. It would give me some time if someone comes back. The lights coming on would be an advance warning even though I knew Sandy would not be that fast.
Without wasting time, I grabbed her drink and retreated to a blind spot by the back of the filing cabinets. I even took her running shoes and her damp socks that were soaked with her sweat.
I struggled with myself whether should I do it but I could not resist.
Somehow images of Sandy being held down by Farid came flooding back into my head and I picked up Sandy’s ankle socks from her shoes and held it by my nose.
Arghhh..
That alluring and intoxicating fragrance of warm fresh sweat from her feet coupled with images of her groaning under Farid flooded my mind. I started to touch myself as I pictured myself as Farid, trying to remove Sandy’s clothes.
It’s good material for release.
I started stroking myself as my eyes closed, thinking about the moment as I kept smelling and licking Sandy’s wet socks.
Barely 2 minutes into it I could feel myself cumming.
Right before I did, I heard a crash.
There was this sick crushing sound.
My heart skipped a beat and my erection deflated quickly. I paused what I was doing and listened for about 30 seconds if someone was approaching.
I heard some footsteps then it stopped.
I was too freaked out to move, the thought of being caught with my pants down and holding Sandy’s worn socks would fuck me right over.
I quickly replaced the socks and pulled up my pants.
I quickly duck walked over to Sandy’s cubicle to replace her yogurt smoothie when the lights came on all of a sudden.
I quickly grabbed my bag as an excuse to say I’m about to leave but my bag dropped from my hands as I looked towards the meeting room.
Someone is inside there.
I walked a few steps closer and I could see it was Belinda.
Sandy was wiping her hair dry as she walked in from the entrance.
Walking towards the meeting room, I suddenly realised that model had been crushed, Belinda was holding onto a piece of the roof.
James : What did you do !!
Belinda turned around in shock, her eyes widened.
Belinda : It’s not me !… I heard the crash and I came over … the lights of the model was blinking…so I came in… it was already like this when I entered…
Sandy came too and she covered her mouth as she looked at the state of the destroyed model.
Belinda : James you have to believe me, it’s not me !… I came and it was already this way….!
Sandy : How could you do this!!!
Belinda : It’s not me !!
The 2 girls started screaming at each other while I stared on in shock.
This is not happening.
I quickly went forward and look at the damage; it was way far beyond repairing it. It’s like a hurricane swept through it. One of the mini figurines of a man was upsides down inside the pool with his head torn off.
Sandy : Your team cannot finish on time and you had to resort to this …
Belinda : I already said it ‘s not me !!! I came in because I heard the noises too !! Which part of this do you not understand !!
As if that was not bad enough Belinda turned and shouted at me.
Belinda : JAMES!!.. tell her I would not do something like this…
Sandy : How the fuck would James know if you would or would not….?
Belinda pointed a finger at Sandy
Belinda : Watch your words, I’m warning you…
Sandy : Or what ?? You’ll fuck my ex boyfriend ??
My head was really spinning as I watch them trash it out.
I immediately called Mr Liew.
James : It me… we have a problem… the model…. It’s … damaged… it’s fucked up real bad.
Mr Liew kept quiet on the line, no doubt about to explode.
I braced myself for his wrath but it did not come.
I explain the situation to him and told him what I saw, trying my best to speak up over the din the 2 girls were making.
James : What do you want me to do now ??
I waited for a few seconds before Mr Liew replied.
Mr Liew : Go destroy their model too James..
James : What!! I can’t… their model is not even…
I barely finished my sentence when Sandy cast me a look and suddenly started running towards the other wing.
James : Sandy no!! WAIT!!.
Belinda screamed and chased after her.
James : Hold on..
I put Mr Liew on hold and ran after the girls but by the time I got into the other wing it was too late.
Sandy flipped off the acrylic cover to Belinda’s model, raised her fist and smashed it in, destroying the model as if Godzilla had just stepped on it.
Belinda : You bitch !!. .how could you !!! You’ll get fired !! I’ll make sure of that..
Sandy gave her the finger and walked back over to our wing.
James : Fuck…
Belinda sank down onto her knees and sighed, burying her face in her hands.
I brought up the phone and told Mr Liew what happened.
James : We’re fucked big time…Sandy went and smashed their model…. ..
I waited for Mr Liew to reply as Belinda glared angrily at me.
Mr Liew : Go home James… take a bath. Have a good sleep… I’ll see you on Monday…
James : Wait.. wait Mr Liew…
He hung up on me as I sighed in the office.
God, it’s a 5 mil job, fees the most a couple of hundred thousands, is there a need for things to come to this.
I went over to Belinda and squeezed her on her shoulder.
James : Hey..
Belinda : I did not do it James…
Her eyes were red but she was not crying.
The Belinda I married would not cry over this.
Belinda : I did not do it..
Just then my phone buzzed, a message came in.
It was from Mr Liew, and that message contained a picture.
An exact same replica of our model stared right back at me just that it sat neatly on a table somewhere.
Mr Liew sms : I did it… … go back and rest… Monday is a big day.
I hugged Belinda as she pressed her forehead on my shoulder.
James : I believe you…
Belinda : Do you ?
i nodded.
………………………………………
The exasperation in Belinda’s expression cannot be described in words, the same goes for my helplessness.
For once I’m at a lost as to what to do.
After a minute or so Belinda pulled herself away from me and we parted ways.
I got back to my side of the office and I saw Sandy sitting at her desk looking at me.
Sandy : Do you know…. Belinda from… someplace before ? She speaks as if she knows you…
James : No. I knew her the same time I knew you..
I packed my stuff and left.
22nd August 2011
Monday
9am
Needless to say the first thing in that happened in the morning was a meeting between Mr Liew, Terry, Belinda and Sandy .
I was called in as well.
The shouting went on and on and I don’t know what was I supposed to feel as Mr Liew accused Belinda of destroying the model while she defended herself.
There was no cameras inside the office. The only one in the lift lobby points only to the waiting area. Not the entrance of the office.
What was I supposed to do ?
I don’t know.
Terry suggested postponing the meeting but Mr Liew wanted to go ahead.
Mr Liew : You can choose not to go…. The client is a old friend, I’m not blowing him off.
Despite not having any model, Mr Liew was a little surprised that Terry and Belinda went ahead for the presentation as well, coming in after we had our turn.
I don’t even remember how that day passed.
I only remembered going for the presentation with Mr Liew who magically had a model waiting on site.
Nothing could explain the look on Terry and Belinda’s face as they glared on angrily.
I was riddled with guilt even though I had no hand in this. Belinda’s eyes pierced right though me as she looked at Mr Liew wrap up the presentation.
I was too ashamed to even look at Belinda in her eyes as the client gave us the job on the spot.
Belinda did not even bother to speak to me after we left the client’s place together.
When I was alone with Mr Liew I asked him whether was there a need to go that far.
Mr Liew : They took a 25Mil job right from under our nose… and they will continue to do it just because they say they have a bigger team and that they say ours is not ready…
James : Our team is… ready…
Mr Liew : Yeah.. good…. There will be more of this to come.
It did not just end there.
The situation escalated to the point Terry’s Dad came down to the office to reduce the tension by calling for a general meeting for the both teams before meeting separately with Terry and Mr Liew.
That did not stop the conflict.
Belinda stopped talking to me after that incident. I wrote a lengthy explanation about how I was in the dark too and sent it over to her as well.
That incident changed the entire dynamics of the office, you could feel people are not as friendly as before between the 2 wings. Lines were being drawn more clearly.
As the days past, Mr Liew got more edgy and competitive.
In the next 3 months that followed, the tension between our teams rose higher than before.
Terry deliberately bid for the same projects we did, successfully getting some from Mr Liew, enraging him further
.
We win some, we lose some.
Despite his slew of contacts, he lost out in terms of manpower.
We did what we could, the team really tried. Even Uncle Tong stayed well beyond normal hours but it was not enough.
What happened hurt the teams on both side.
What puzzled me was why Terry wanted the jobs we were getting.
It’s peanuts to him. Small jobs, a house here, some renovation to old malls. These jobs don’t make money one, just enough to keep things moving.
Terry’s team is big, so with him taking on small jobs, it’s just not going to meet the bottom line for him.
Still, he kept it at.
Despite this, our team still worked fine.
30th November 2011
Wednesday
5pm
I was called into the office with Mr Liew by the boss. The big one.
Terry’s dad.
He’s in his late seventies but still looked pretty alert.
Mr Lau : This has to stop… it’s childish…. And you’re killing each other…
We spent an hour in the discussion and Mr Liew took the opportunity to bargain for more control over the projects and the finances including hiring decisions. Something Mr Lau reluctantly agreed to on the condition that he is kept in the loop for new hires.
Mr Lau : There is too much people doing too little things on Terry’s team, I was thinking if you need some staff, you can….
Mr Liew : No… you just promised me control of the hiring decision…. I don’t want those people eating into my budget…
It finally dawned on me why that was the 1st thing Mr Liew bargained for. He knew this was coming.
Mr Lau : Fine…. I have one more thing to say.
5 minutes later, Terry and Belinda came into the room as well.
Mr Lau : This project is in UAE…. Client is some cousin of the Highness…
He wanted us to work on it together.
None of us spoke.
Mr Lau : This master planning project, will keep the whole office going for years…. So stop the senseless squabbles and get things done…I want all 4 of you to fly over for the presentation in a month time with the proposal…. There’s no negotiating on this…
With that, he left the office, leaving the 4 of us with an uncomfortable silence in the meeting room.
Belinda spoke first as she took over the design brief.
Belinda : I’ll do it, I’m the lead, you all will support.
She spoke directly to Mr Liew and I was expecting a fierce rebuttal but that did not happen.
He nodded and asked me to give Belinda my full support.
If there’s one thing I learned from Mr Liew, is that you pick your battles. Pick those you can win.
Terry just stared on blankly before leaving the room.
When Belinda and I were alone in the room, I apologised to her.
James : Sorry… I didn’t know things would…
Belinda : Forget it… I don’t want to talk about it..
She stormed out of the office without looking back. If there is one flaw with Belinda, it was her temper. She’s stubborn and headstrong and she takes a long time to forgive people. And the one thing she hated most was being lied to, being betrayed.
Fuck I was not even the one who lied to her.
We were simply pawns in a bigger game.
I did not expect her to harbour that anger for so long, it’s been 3 months.
I did not expect her to not even reply my messages and apologies.
Most important of all, I did not expect that day to be the turning point in our marriage.
What did I mean by that ?
My team worked closely with Belinda for the period, staying back late almost everyday.
No one complained.
Mr Lau promised a flat 1.5 month bonus for the teams if we get this job, this was on top of our performance bonus and aws.
Terry and Mr Liew only took on a supervisory role, Belinda and I did most of the work.
When the guys leave at around 8 or 9pm, Belinda and I would still carry on working into the night.
No, that did not rekindle anything.
We did not suddenly fall back in love, kiss and have sex in the office.
It’s just that we got to spend more time together as colleagues than as husband and wife.
We did not speak to each other unless it was absolutely necessary, and it was always about work. We ate quite a few dinners together quietly in the pantry.
Belinda would give me all her prawns from her hor fun while I would automatically transfer all the fish cake over to her. It just happened, habits don’t change despite us being away from each other for so long.
Then there would be the occasional coffee.
Belinda knew how I liked mine, so every time she set one down in front of me, it was perfect. I did the same too. You can just tell that it was not a deliberate act. There was nothing to it, no agenda.
It’s the same thing as you getting another coffee for a friend.
There would be moments when I stopped doing what I did and just looked at Belinda, deeply focused on her screen and my mind would go back to the days when we dated.
I would be lying if I said I did not notice Belinda looking at me the same way too, probably thinking what went wrong between us.
Terry on the other hand is a fucker. He hardly touched any of the work.
Belinda would get irritated if he calls.
Terry calls only if he wants to fuck her.
It was obvious.
Belinda would be gone for dinner, take longer than usual and come back smelling of fresh soap and shampoo yet wearing the same clothes. Despite the shower, she was usually moody and unhappy when she sits back down to work.
Since she lost a few good hours, those days would stretch late into the wee hours of the morning and she would be in a foul mood the next day as well.
I don’t blame her, here you are rushing your work and what ? Your boyfriend calls and wants to have sex ?
What the fuck ?
I honestly don’t know what Belinda sees in him.
5 days before we were due to fly, Belinda and I gave an overview of the project to Terry and Mr Liew together with the big boss.
They would be the one doing the presentation.
4 days before we were due to fly
I worked till 3am in the morning with Belinda. She fell asleep on her desk.
I covered her with my jacket and left.
3 days before we were due to fly, Mr Liew came down with Chicken pox.
Which pretty much meant only the 3 of us would be heading to Dubai.
24 hours before our flight, I dropped Belinda a message to remind her to bring her masks, she could never stand dust and sand very well.
It was just a friendly reminder, nothing more to it but she sent me a message too, telling me to remember to bring my Po Chai Pills.
Foreign food usually wreaks havoc on my stomach for the 1st day or so.
2nd Jan 2012
Monday
3pm
The 3 of us took a 7 hour flight to Dubai international airport.
Terry and Belinda sat in business class.
I checked in alone to economy.
It was a uneventful flight and the moment we landed, all of us checked into The Palace downtown hotel.
Meeting with the client would take place the next morning.
There were only 2 rooms.
Terry and Belinda took the suite while I just had a normal twin room to myself.
As I watch Belinda walked into her room down the hall with Terry, I felt this tinge of jealousy as I imagined what they will be doing for that evening.
I shook my head to clear it.
James : It’s all in the past James… move on..
3rd Jan 2012
Tuesday
11am
We had breakfast on our own and met in one of the function rooms at 11am sharp.
The meeting is scheduled for 11.30am .
We set up our laptops and got ready our materials.
Belinda looked good that day. She wore a long sleeve white blouse and a dary grey skirt that reached up to her calves. She also put on black pantyhose paired with a pair of grey heels.
Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun and she put on a pair of black framed glasses that day.
Her eyes were a little red, I guess the dry air affected her ability to put on contact lens.
Terry : Belinda and I would present… you just stay out of our way…
I wanted to roll my eyes.
Yeah, my boss is not here, no one is going to talk back to Terry , not that I cared.
11.30am
A tall good looking gentlemen entered the room and we all stood up. He was flanked by 2 aide and he reached out to shake our hands.
Terry : Good morning Sheikh Rasid. Nice to meet you… I’m Terry.
The man laughed and said he’s not Rasid.
Omar : I’m Omar… I’m the assistant to Sheikh Rasid..
Terry : Oh.. oh… nice to meet you…
Omar shook our hands and apologised on behalf of the Sheikh. He said that he was not feeling well and requested we make the presentation in his hotel suite instead a short drive away.
Terry : Sure. No problem…
Terry pointed to me and asked me to pack everything up.
I unplugged the laptops and started collecting the materials. Belinda tried to help me but Terry told her not to bother, instead choosing to introduce her as his girlfriend to Omar.
Omar’s assistant tried to help me too but Terry told them it’s ok, I can manage on my own.
As I lugged all the materials on my shoulders, I could not help but feel Terry was a little jealous of Omar who had 2 assistant to follow him around.
During the short trip to the waiting cars, Terry kept barking orders at me the same way Omar did to his assistant, as if he too wanted to show off he had someone at his bid and call. I was fucking angry but I held it in.
There are bigger things at stake here.
We arrived at another hotel a short drive down the boulevard and was directed to a private lift that goes right up to the private suite with a nice view of the city.
When the lift door opened, my eyes literally sparkled as I looked at the sheer opulence of the room’s décor.
I don’t even know where to start. There were glitters everywhere, and if you thought a gold tap in Singapore is extravagant , I saw a fucking gold fountain the size of my CPU right by the lift entrance.
Lights bounced off the crystal chandeliers as thick carpets lined the path which we walked on. Intricate sculptures set within a small fountain spew water and smoke down a man made stone steps, flowing down to the Jacuzzi below.
Columns of bubbles and lights danced wildly in the water that had rose petals floating around in them. The sides of the decking looked wet, as if someone had just stepped out of it.
I thought I was walking into some film set of Indiana jones. Thick cushions with gold and silver threads were arranged neatly along the floor and I could see bowls of dates, fruits and smoking pipes lying by the side table.
I walked right pass this small cozy cabana right within the suite that had a large TV screen nested inside together with 2 massage chairs that was glittering away.
Plants I have never seen before sat proudly in big vases of all shapes and sizes and I must have passed at least 3 bodyguards just standing around. Those were just the ones I manage to see.
I turned a corner and saw a large dining table of sort filled with documents and files. The setting here was more informal, resembling a study of sort.
I don’t even remember how far I walked, fuck what is the size of a suite at this place anyway.
We entered into a inner courtyard and I saw parrots eating papayas on a perch before we were showed into a room.
Omar opened the door for us and we entered, coming face to face with a pot-bellied man in his fifties. He was dressed in his bathroom and he had a orange juice in hand.
I was a little taken aback by his dressing but hey, if you have oil spilling out your backyard, you can go to a meeting in your underwear. No one would say a thing.
But the curious thing though, it was not just Rasid, there was 2 other girls in the room with him and fuck are they beautiful.
They have got to be at least 1.7m tall at least and they were dressed casually in shorts and a tube top. I thought women got to be covered up in this country no ?
They looked fair and definitely of middle eastern descent. Our eyes met and I have never seen eyes that green before.
Green eyes.
Have you gaze into a pair of green eyes before ?
There is something mesmerizing about them.
Their figure made me wonder what were they doing inside the room, they should be on some Victoria secret runway doing their rehearsal. Instead they just sat at the side, talking shyly as they looked at us.
The more I look at them, the more I think they are indeed some Victoria secret angels.
One of them smiled at me and I returned it naturally but I quickly looked away.
Men would kill to sleep with women like that.
It was obvious I was not the only one looking at the girls. Terry’s eyes too drifted and lingered far longer than I did.
Their legs are long, shapely and it’s as if there’s this weird shimmer to it as the light hit their skin.
I could almost feel my erection stirring and I quickly looked away.
I happen to catch Belinda looking at Terry who was letting his gaze linger a little too long on them.
Rasid : Hello ! You must be Lau’s son…. Terry… nice to meet you…
Terry : Hi. Nice to meet you…
Terry and Belinda shook hands with the Sheikh while I lined up for my turn despite juggling with all the stuff I’m carrying.
Terry just pointed to the side table and asked me to set the stuff down.
Terry : Eh you no need to come here… put the things down there…
The fuck is the problem with this guy.
Rasid cast me a glance before looking back at Terry, all smiley and warm.
Terry introduced Belinda as his girlfriend, totally ignoring me. Rasid gestured to one of the girls and introduced Aliya as his wife.
Rasid : Aliya is my wife…. And Aisha, is her sister…
Wah, the fuck man. If I have a sister in law like that, I would surely be up to no good.
I bet he got to fuck both sister.
After the formalities, I got the presentation set up and Terry kicked off the presentation. He kept stealing glances at Rasid’s wife and her sister. It was too fucking obvious you would need to be blind not to notice.
At one point in time I thought he was doing the presentation to them instead as the girls kept smiling at Terry.
Along the way, questions were asked by Omar mostly.
Omar : I’m Sheikh Rasid’s architecture consultant. Please don’t mind me getting a bit more technical on these..
Terry : No… no… no problem at all.
No problem my foot.
The work was done by me and Belinda, Terry had a hard time answering Omar’s questions and I had to step in a few times to help him.
Terry did not look too happy but I could not be bothered.
You cannot answer then what you expect me to do ? Hide in a corner and snigger ?
Grow up.
The presentation went on and after Terry was done, he passed it to Belinda to finish the next phase of works.
Then the fucking thing happened.
It came as a shock to us as we never expected Rasid to say something like this.
Rasid : Terry…. Don’t mind me saying this… but…. Why are you getting a woman to present to me ?? Can’t you do it ??
It was a pretty sexist statement and I could see Belinda was shocked.
Rasid went on.
Rasid : You know… woman… I love them….. very much….
He gestured lazily to his wife before saying that they should stay in the bedroom.
Rasid : they are more useful inside the room no ?? wah ahahahaha… wah ahaha..
He laughed a throaty laugh as I looked on in horror.
What made me sick was Terry actually agreed.
Terry :Well… they have their uses in the bedroom that’s for sure… ahahah..
Rasid laughed louder, like some monarch pleased with his subjects laughing at his joke.
Rasid : Exactly…!… They belong in the bedroom eh…. Or under the table… while I eat… snort.. snort… grunt… ahhaha.. wahhhahaha..
Terry : Whahah… sure.. sure… I think so too..
I felt like vomiting as I stared in disbelief.
Terry : Well, I’m sure you are pretty pleased with your wife….. you’re the envy of many man I think… haha…
Rasid quiet down and sipped from his juice with a smile as he narrowed his eyes at Terry.
Rasid : My wife eh.. haha… yeah… yeah… she’s pretty…. And she’s really good too… wahh.. haha.. … don’t you think so ??
Terry : Haha… well… my.. girlfriend… Belinda…. Knows what’s she’s doing…. Both in and outside the bedroom….haha.. don’t worry…. She knows the project well enough…
I looked at my wife and nothing could describe the disgusted look she has on her face as she glared at Terry.
Rasid : Ask her to sit down Terry… men talking business… woman should not interuppt…. You do the presentation…ok ? … ahha..
Terry stammered for a while before gesturing to Belinda to sit down and she stormed off to my side with her arms folded.
Terry tried to do the presentation but he was unable to do it, he didn’t know shit about the project once it gets in depth. Omar asked a few more questions which Terry was unable to answer, Rasid got frustrated and gestured to me.
Rasid : you.. you.. you…come… you do it…
I stepped out slowly and carried on.
For the next 40 minutes, I answered everything they asked and I left them in no doubt our company had what it takes to do this job.
Rasid nodded his head in a dream like manner and I wondered if he actually paid attention to what I just said.
Rasid : Good… good…
Omar went on to whisper something to Rasid before saying he needed to make a call and he excused himself.
Rasid stroked his hairless head and asked Terry .
Rasid : You know… Terry…. I thought I could catch up with your father Lau…. But he’s not here… … and I invited him… it’s a bit…. Rude don’t you think ?
Terry : Oh… ermm.. my dad is getting on with age….and…. long travel isn’t very suited to him…
Rasid laughed again.
Rasid : Well,…. The last time he was here, he didn’t look like he was getting old.. ahahahahahah….
Terry laughed along too, unsure of what to do.
Rasid stopped after a while as he thought about something while he stared at Terry.
Rasid : I… noticed… you kept looking at my wife…. Aliya
Terry suddenly panicked and he quickly replied.
Terry : No… no… I’m sorry… I’m… I’m just ermm.. she is beautiful…
Rasid : Whahaha… ahha.. it’s ok.. don’t worry…. If you are not staring, I would say you are gay… ahahahaha… haha.. they’re both beautiful no ?? My wife and her sister…
Terry : haha… yeah. They are…
Rasid gestured to Aliya who walked over, strutting her tight body before standing beside Rasid. His hands went under her pants and he stroked upwards, immediately I felt my erection stir.
Imagine landing my palm that tight buttocks. I wonder how they would feel If they were squeezed.
Rasid : My dear… do you think Terry looks good ?
She nodded her head and Terry laughed, adjusted his tie and looked away, oblivious that Belinda was glaring at him.
Rasid : Well… your… girlfriend is beautiful too…
Terry laughed.
Terry : Not as beautiful as Aliya and Aisha
Rasid smiled and whispered something to Aliya.
Aliya moved with the gracefulness of a cat and she sundered over to Terry. He just stood there like a block of wood as Aliya smiled at him. Her finger went to Terry’s chest, smiling as she slowly pranced one full round in the clockwise direction, her eyes never left Terry.
I could see Terry swallowing a gulp of saliva.
Rasid : Terry…. Ask your…. Father…. He would tell you I’m a generous man…. I really am.. as long as I’m happy… hahah…
He stood up and refilled his cup with more juice.
Rasid : Your dad….. had a small company for the longest time…..
He gestured to the surrounding around him.
Rasid : What do you think happened that made it possible for him to take that great leap forward ?? … eh ?? hahahaha… haha…
Rasid lightly punched Terry on his arm and added.
Rasid : We became friends of course !!! Wah hah.. hahahah…
He sat back down and nodded his head towards Aisha.
I too swallowed a mouthful of saliva as Aisha joined her sister by Terry’s side.
Rasid : I can… make you the happiest man alive…
Terry : ERmm… Rasid.. i.. errmm… i… haha… I … don’t know what to say… I ermm…
Rasid : Well don’t say anything… ..
He paused as he looked at Aliya.
I watched in sheer amazement as Aliya started to reach for Terry’s buckle.
Terry : No.. no.. stop… i.. i.. Rasid..
Rasid : Why ? Are you refusing my gift to you ? ?? …
Terry : Rasid… i… i..
Aisha’s hands slipped onto Terry’s shoulder and removed his blazer.
I had to turn and adjust my erection discreetly as Aliya pulled down her shorts, revealing her naked love hole. Aisha helped her sister remove her tube before she herself stripped to nothing.
Terry : Rasid… i…wait.. i..can’t… she’s your..
Rasid : I have many wives Terry…. Sometimes I forget their names… wahhh.hahah.. hah.. hahahah…
As sudden as his gift offer, Rasid changed his tone and subject immediately.
Rasid : We can give you the job for the master plan…. I like working with your father… but… I would like a gift from you too….
My facial expression changed immediately as Rasid’s gaze went over to Belinda.
Terry did not have a chance to speak as Aliya kissed him on his lips while Aisha removed his clothes, her devilish fingers playing with his nipples from behind.
Rasid : She is… Singaporean no ? ….
Terry was too occupied to reply.
Rasid : I haven tried a Singaporean before… wha.. wahhhh.. hahaha.. haha..
I could see Belinda shaking a little as she edged a little closer towards me.
I turned and looked behind me, there were a couple of guards standing around and Omar had just hung up his phone.
Terry ‘s pants came off as he stood motionless in the middle of the room.
Terry : I … I….
His eyes looked at Belinda in an apologetic manner.
Belinda screamed at Terry
Belinda : FUCK YOU!! ..
Terry ‘s cock sprung up the moment Aliya removed his underwear and without wasting time, she coaxed a groan from Terry as she sucked down on his cock, sliding her wet lips down his shaft.
Terry : ARghhhh.. ahh..
Aisha slithered around like a snake, licking and sucking on Terry’s nipples while her hands explored his body.
Rasid laughed as he looked at Belinda.
Rasid : So Terry ?? … what do you say ??
Belinda : FUCK YOU ALL!!… FUCK you Terry !!.
Terry tried to talk amidst his groans of pleasure.
Terry : Arghh… no.. arghh.. Belinda… please… argnnnhhh.. arghh.. Belinda… think… of… arghh the big picture… agrghhh… Belinda…eagh…
Rasid : Terry….. oh Terry… so is it a yes ???
Belinda edged closer to me.
Belinda : NO!!.. NO way.. I’m not doing it.. !
Rasid laughed, smacking his thigh the same time Aliya got up and turned around, bending over in front of Terry while Aisha stroked his wet cock, helping Terry position it for entry into Aliya.
Rasid : I’m not talking to you lady… I’m talking to your boyfriend… he owns you no ?? wah.. hah.. ha…
I finally snapped out of my stupor as I was caught in a trance by what was happening in front of me.
James : No… no way… we don’t want the project anymore..
Belinda took another step closer to me.
Terry : Arghh… arghh.. shut up James… arghh.. .. you’re just an employee.. aghh.. arghh.. shut up…. You don’t have the right to speak.. arghhhh…
Aisha helped to gently pushed and nudge Terry into Aliya’s vagina as she moaned in a sensual erotic way befitting a real Victoria secret model.
Aliya : ARgghh…ergnnhh…. Terry ~~… aeghh… come in…
Terry : Belinda please… arghh….a eegnnh… aewghh… do this… and…aeghh.. I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.. aeghhh .. aerghh…
Rasid : So it’s a yes ? it’s a yes right ? hahaha…she looks pretty scared…
I could not believe what Terry was saying.
I started shouting at him.
James : Fuck you Terry… how could you do this to your own girlfriend !! You call yourself a man ??
Terry grunted as he started to fuck Aliya, he could hardly speak out as he lost himself in the pleasures of being service by the 2 wives of Rasid.
Belinda too started screaming at Terry, asking him to stop and we should all just leave.
The room was filled with our shouts and Rasid’s laugh.
Most prominent of all, it was filled with the moans and groans of Terry fucking Aliya.
Rasid started talking in Arabic to his aides who started to walk towards us.
I felt Belinda grab my arm from behind and I immediately shielded her, pointing my finger in a menacing manner at the approaching men.
James : Stay back… fuck.. stay back !!..
Belinda : Terry stop this !!! fuck..!
Rasid : Wahh.. hahahah.. hahah…
Clap !! clap !! clap !!
Rasid silenced the room with 3 thunderous claps of his fat palms and pointed at Terry.
Rasid : Terry… say it clearly…. Will you honour me….. with a gift from Singapore ??
Rasid stood up and stepped off his seat.
Rasid : Yes……. Or……. no….
Terry was covered in sweat as he looked at Rasid.
My fingers clenched into a fist as I watch him divert his gaze towards Belinda.
Rasid rubbed his palms gleefully as he pretended to flip though the contract we brought along.
Aisha cast me a sly smile as she kissed Terry’s neck.
Aliya too turned towards us as she reversed her shapely body into Terry’s cock.
I looked around the room as it descended into this eerie silence.
Omar and his assistants looked on expressionless at us.
It was so quiet I could hear water trickling from some fountain somewhere.
Rasid : Terry….. Yes…. Or no ?
I stepped back half a step and I felt Belinda behind me. She was holding onto my arm by now.
Rasid : Yes……
Rasid : Or… no…
………………………
There was not even a hint of hesitation from Terry.
He was panting from sex and he hardly put in any effort to even look at Belinda properly as he spoke out breathlessly.
Terry : yy… yess…..
He blurted out another half hearted apology together with a half baked reason.
Terry : I…. i….. I love you Belinda…. i…. arghh.. arghhh… I love you….. do it…. Do it for us….arhghhh.. arghh…
Just a short reply and his attention went back to the 2 girls that were all over him. Aliya pulled Terry down to the floor, straddling him what Aisha spread her legs over Terry’s face, bringing her wet cunt down onto Terry’s face.
She even guided his hands above his head to fondle her breast as he started licking on her pussy.
He barely got a few licks going before he groaned and moaned like a pussy as I watch Aliya guided Terry’s penis back into her vagina before she lifted her body up and down in a trance like rhythm.
Aisha started moving her bottom too, rubbing her delicious wet pussy against Terry’s smooth shaven face as he groan, moaned and choked on the combination of wet cunt juice and his own saliva.
Rasid : Good !! You got the job !! congrats !!! Wah.. haha.. ha.. ha…
Belinda grabbed the closest thing she could find and it happened to be a tray of fruits and she started throwing them at Terry and the girls but none of them hit. They were not even bothered as they continued their lustful dance right in the middle of the room in full view of everyone.
Apples and mangos rolled lazily around the copulating trios as Belinda screamed at Terry.
Rasid just smiled as he observed the scene unfolding in front of him.
Belinda looked at Rasid who was laughing. He was checking Belinda out, from head to toe, letting his eyes slowly feast on her body.
There was no way you could miss out how is eyes roamed all over Belinda, tracing the profile of her tight blouse as it disappears into her skirt. His gaze drifted lower to Belinda’s black panty hose and her heels as she staggered behind me.
James : Stay back… we don’t want the project anymore…
I pointed a finger at Rasid before switching it to a full palm.
Rasid laughed and said to Terry .
Rasid : Terry…. Your guy says he doesn’t want the project anymore…. Hahha… wah… hahah…
Terry had mounted Aisha from behind as she adopted a doggy position, grunting and moaning as he slid his wet cock into her welcoming vagina.
Terry : Ignore him… he… he’s nobody… arghhh….
Rasid shrugged his shoulders at me and directed his gaze to Belinda who remained behind my back.
Rasid : Belinda…. What do you take me for ?? whahahah.. haha..
He laughed in a jovial manner.
Rasid : Come… let’s talk…. Like civilised people…
He walked slowly to his seat , his fingers gesturing at Belinda.
James : No don’t..
Belinda remained behind me as she kept an watchful eye at Rasid and his men.
No one made a threatening move. They just kept quiet and observed.
Rasid : Come on Belinda….I’m a civilised man…. Do you think I’m going to rape you ?? wha… wahahah.. haha…
He touched his round belly and extended his invite again to Belinda.
Rasid : Come… come… sit …. Let’s have a chat….
A good 10 seconds passed before I heard the unsure click of her heels as Belinda covered the short distance towards Rasid.
Terry was on the brink of orgasm as Aliya’s tongue disappeared into his mouth and Aisha’s moans getting foxier and more rapid.
There was no porn scene like shouting, it was this constant gasping of the hot humid air surrounded by the sounds of wet sticky bodies hitting against each other.
Terry : ARghh.. arghh… I’m… I’m going to cum…a rghhh.. arghh…
I saw for a moment Terry tried to pull himself out but Aliya hugged onto him from behind, her manicured fingers twirling with his nipples as she bit down on his neck, pushing Terry’s shaking and vibrating body into her own sister/
Terry : arghhh..a rghhh.. aghhhhhhhhhhh….
Aisha slammed herself backwards, probably squeezing down on her pubic muscles, milking Terry’s cock for all it’s worth as he emptied his load into her vagina.
Terry : Arghh.. arghhh…. Arghhhhhhh…. Arghhh….
Even as he deposited his load inside Aisha, it was not over.
Aliya guided him out before opening her warm mouth, taking his spent dick into her mouth for a good clean. The royalty like treatment caused Terry his balance as he collapsed, spent and gasping for air onto the floor of the suite.
The sound of Belinda dragging a chair opposite Rasid snapped me out of my trance as I immediately walked over to her side.
James : Belinda don’t…
Rasid laughed and gestured to me.
Rasid : Who is this…. Gentlemen…. I believe we didn’t get properly introduced….
James : I’m James…
Rasid : Ahh… good James…. Please don’t interrupt my chat with Belinda… or my men will escort you out…
I was about to lash out at him but Belinda held onto my right arm with her left hand.
She gave me a look which communicated all she wanted to say.
If I get myself thrown out, she would be all alone in that room.
I took a deep breath and quiet down.
Rasid : I asked Terry a question Belinda… and he answered….
He leaned back on his chair, studying the features of Belinda as she swept back a stray strand of her hair.
Rasid : I asked if he could give you to me as a gift…. He said yes…
Rasid’s eyes went down to Belinda’s breast.
Belinda : I’m am not some piece of goods you can trade with..
Rasid : No of course not… you’re a gift…ahaha…
He went on to say he is a gentlemen, he never forces anyone to say yes to him.
Rasid : I am an educated man… civilised….. most of the time…. Tell me you price…say it…. I’m pretty sure I can afford it…
By then Terry had recovered and got up on his feet.
Terry : Just do it Belinda !… it’s for the whole office… think of all the….
Belinda : YOU SHUT UP!!! ..
Terry : THINK of the BIG PICTURE !!
Belinda : Get the fuck out of my sight… !
Rasid laughed and stuck to his own question.
Rasid : Say it…. Belinda… your price…
She shook her head firmly and said no.
Belinda : With all due respect sir, i’m not doing i…
Rasid’s smile left his face and he gestured to 2 of his men who came forward and grabbed Belinda by her arms.
Belinda : NO!! NO!!!! RASID ..NO!!!…
I immediately moved, pushing one of them back but he only staggered a few steps before finding his footing. When my hands connected with his body, I knew I was pushing against a huge mass of muscles, not some steward or butler serving in the suite.
I wanted to throw a punch but fuck Terry came and grabbed onto me from behind, pulling me back.
Terry : STOP JAMES!!!… it’s none of your fucking business, stay out of this..
I broke free and without hesitation, I turned and struck Terry in his cheek with my right fist, causing him to curse in a smattering of languages at me.
James : Stay the fuck away from me.
Rasid smirked and spoke to Terry.
Rasid : You hire staff like this ?? hahah…
Terry : I didn’t hire him… my father did…
Belinda trashed and kicked, her heels came off and one of the men just bent down to grab them with his huge hands while holding onto Belinda.
Terry turned towards me and said I’m fired.
Terry : You’re fired… get out of my sight…
James : Fuck you… I quit…
I pointed to Belinda and said I’m taking her with me.
Terry : She is my girlfriend ….. she’s none of your concern. …
I went forward in an attempt to strike Terry again but someone came out from nowhere and grabbed onto me from behind. One of Rasid’s men.
James : Let me go !…
I struggled but it was no use, he put me in a choke hold till I was gasping for breath before dropping me like a sack of potatoes onto the floor.
Rasid : Belinda …. You’re boyfriend gave you to me as a gift… and look what he did to my wife…. He fucked them did he not ? … I expect something in return…hahah…
Rasid removed his robe, revealing a large tummy and a pair of silk boxers.
Belinda : Fuck you… fuck all of you… you all are pieces of SHIT!… Fuck the sheikhs, the king, every one of you fuckers !! fuck you all !! All you so call royalty… cousins, nephews, whatever the fuck your relation is… fuck you all…. Just because you have money… you think you can do anything you want….
I was taken aback at the outburst. I have never seen Belinda so angry before.
Terry : Belinda …. Don’t fight this…. You can have anything you want… why are you making this so difficult.. ?
I could see Belinda’s eyes getting red. She was on the verge of crying and she was trying her best to hold it back in.
There was nothing Belinda could do as Rasid walked over to her. Belinda tried her best not to cry as Rasid smelled her hair and her neck from behind. I was immediately hit with the fragrance of the familiar smell etched in my brain.
Belinda never changed her shampoo, nor her fragrance. It was the same one since she started using them in her poly days.
Rasid’s hands touched Belinda’s waist from behind and I could see tears on the verge of rolling down her cheeks as Belinda cast me a look. It was as if she was pleading with me.
No, she was not pleading with me to save her. Be realistic. I’m not James bond or Ip man. There was nothing I could not in the room except stare on helplessly.
Belinda’s eyes pleaded with me to look away. To turn my head away.
She did not want me to see her in that state.
I held my gaze steady, my breathing erratic as Rasid unbuttoned the 1st button of Belinda’s blouse.
Rasid : You see… I see myself… somewhat …. As a teacher…
Belida’s body shook as Rasid pressed his nose onto her neck as his hands reached for her breast from the front, lightly grazing them on the surface as he reached for her 2nd button. As soon as that came off, I could see the light grey lace bra Belinda wore that day.
Rasid’s men deliberately looked away, trying hard not to get aroused by the scene but it was near impossible.
Belinda’s smooth skin and her supple breast were a natural gift of hers. She has really light areolas, with a tiny pinch of a firm and solid nipple. Cupping her breast in my hand was one of the best feelings I ever had.
No others came close.
Rasid continued talking as he slipped 1 hand into Belinda’s blouse, cupping his hand onto her lacy bra, feeling up her firm breast.
Rasid : The very man you called your boyfriend…. Offer you up as a gift…. In exchange for a project….what does that say about someone like that ??
Terry’s eyes looked a little bloodshot but he said nothing. There was nothing he could say to that statement.
Rasid : Do you think it’s a good idea…. To give the project to someone like that ??
Belinda kept quiet, fighting off a shiver as I saw Rasid’s hands went into one of her bra cups.
Rasid : Nice…so firm….and the texture of your skin….
Belinda’s eyes pressed shut as a drop of tear rolled down the side of her face.
Rasid : I’m a businessman…and …. I make deals…
His hands left Belinda’s breast and I could immediately see her body relaxed a little but immediately tensed up again as Rasid slid both his hands down Belinda’s waist, tracing out her hourglass figure for all to see, pressing her blouse and skirt against her body.
I heard the release of a zipper and Belinda’s skirt got loose. Her legs gave way for a moment and she was held up by the 2 men. The skirt fell off, bunching up into a bundle by her feet, the crumpled ends of Belinda’s blouse covered what remained of her modesty above her waist.
Rasid : and I love women too…. But still… I don’t make deals that I’m not comfortable with…
Belinda’s body tensed up significantly as she yelped.
Belinda : NO!…
Ziapppppppppppppppp!!!
Rasid’s hairy arms tore Belinda’s black panty hose near her buttocks.
Belinda : No.. please… sob…
The first sob left Belinda’s mouth as strength starts to fade from her legs.
Ziappppp!!!!! ZIappp !!!! Ziapppppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Without warning, 3 successive tears ripped apart the panty hose and Rasid threw the remnants onto the floor in front of him.
Everyone could see Belinda’s legs shaking as she pressed her eyes shut.
She was left only in her panty, a pale light pastel green panty, her bra and her blouse.
Rasid gestured for his men to let go and Belinda collapsed onto a heap on the floor.
Rasid : So… my first advice to you…. Would be to leave Terry….
He immediately turned to Terry and added.
Rasid : No offence Terry…. But it’s the truth…
Nothing could describe the look of anger on Terry’s face.
Rasid : Well… my wives were willing to please and serve but look at your girlfriend….she’s not very cooperative…. Might as well make the best of this and teach her something…
Rasid slowly walked back to his chair and gestured for Aliya and Aisha to go over to Belinda.
Rasid : Nothing turns me off more than an uncooperative partner.
Aliya and Aisha flanked Belinda on her sides and to my horror, they started to undress Belinda.
Belinda : No!!.. no… please… no!!… don’t do…. this..please… no!!!
Belinda wanted to resist, to fight but I guess suddenly being manhandled by 2 beautiful girls is a little disorienting. She kept trying to push them away but they were gentle with their movements yet firm in doing what they wanted.
Despite Belinda’s protest, they stripped her of her blouse and bra and with tears rolling down her cheeks, she gasped a loud breath of air as each sister sucked down onto her tits as Belinda struggled to break free.
There was no way she could do that.
They had her pinned down. Their mouth working their magic on her sensitive nipples. Girls know each other. They know the pressure required to bring out the sensitivity. They know where to touch and how hard to touch it.
Aisha’s fingers went to Belinda’s legs, spreading them apart so did Aliya.
There was a sudden tight push in my pants as I watch them stroking Belinda at her privates as they sucked on her breast.
Belinda gasped and pleaded for them to stop but it seems they knew what they were doing. They had to. Despite the stress of being undressed in front of so many men, it was a matter of minutes before I saw the wetness slowly seeped through Belinda’s panty as she gasp in countless breathes of the hot dessert air.
When Rasid was satisfied that Belinda was well lubricated and aroused, he stood up and waved his wives away.
Belinda curled into a ball on the floor, her sobbing returned.
I stood up but before I could speak, Omar put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.
I watched in amazement as Omar walked up to Rasid.
Omar : Enough. ..
Rasid immediately bowed a little before giving way to Omar.
Omar turned to Terry and said.
Omar : My name is Omar Mustaf Rasid . I am the client….
He pointed to Rasid and said that was his assistant.
Terry stared in horror without a word as Omar barked out a few orders.
He pointed a finger to me and said.
Omar : James will lead this project together with Belinda…. This is my condition if I were to award your company with the project.
He went on to state a few other terms to be included into the contract to Terry.
Omar : My guys will follow up with you on the necessary paperwork…
This was it.
We’re saved.
Omar is our saviour.
Omar : Get Belinda something to cover herself up…
Servants appear from out of nowhere to put a robe over Belinda and helped her to her feet.