Chapter 7: The rich and the horny
Today was day one of the actual event. The twelve of us have to arrive early. Many of the girls wore standard or micro bikini. A few wore lingerie.
I wore a micro bikini too but much larger than those I used to wear. I came in my panties for my bottom as I would be stripping to wear the harness later.
Candice was completely naked.
“Hey big breasts, can’t wait to get excited so fast?”
“Hey Ruth, what happened to your body,” she was focusing on a few of the bite marks on my neck, breasts and body.
I said in an almost inaudible tone, “Gan Siong sent me back to my hostel…”
“Wow! And you two make love? Two muscle freaks making out? I can see the action so clearly in my mind. Why didn’t you invite me to watch?”
“Are you mad? You think we are porn stars ah?”
“Didn’t I tell you your sex scene with your lover was the best show anyone ever watched!”
“He is not my lover!” I shot back.
“Or you prefer, your sex partner?”
I quickly changed the subject, “Why you strip naked so soon? You are going to be assaulted mercilessly when they catch sight of your humongous breasts.”
“Think about it girl, the more excited we get them to be, the less likely we are going to do the hand less massage.”
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She does have a point.
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“So how? Stripping like me?”
“I can’t. I’ve quite a number of love bites beneath that bikini top,” blushing slightly as I said those words.
“So?”
“People would know I made love and had sex.”
“What the fuck, Ruth. You will be having sex in a while and people will be SEEING you having sex.”
“This is different, this sex is part of working.”
“And the other one?”
“The other one is me making out with a guy I am excited to have sex with,” I can feel myself blushing even more.
“Oh God! I can’t believe I am even having this conversation,” Candice threw her hands up in the air as a gesture of surrender. This caused her massive breasts to shake.
The customers were starting to stream in. Many of them were relatively old; actually they were quite old. Most of them were balding and have huge belly.
“Hey Candice, they are coming.
“Oh gosh, they are in terrible shape,” I covered my mouth with one hand out of shock.
“Get use to it, girl. It is going to be this and worse.”
And I should believe Candice since she has deep experience in this area.
“Hey, what if one of them die on me whilst I am giving him the hand less massage? I read there are those old man who married a young beautiful wife and died while making love.”
Candice stared into space and answered in a philosophical tone, “At least, they die happy.”
She quickly shook herself from her daze state, “Don’t be silly. It will not happen. Don’t believe everything you read. By the way, you expecting everyone to be like your lover with bulging muscles and six packs?”
We were assigned to different customers. The customers never stopped streaming into the room. I must say, it was quite a comfortable pace for all of us. We have customers and plenty of rest. The rest was much needed as it was during the rest that the vibrator was switched off.
The counter lady spoke in a loud voice, “Number 2, go to room 6.”
And before I knew it, the vibrator hummed alive. Fortunately, we had the assessment and it really allowed us to be prepared for what to expect.
“Hello sir, welcome to Fantasy Spa and Massage. I’ll be your masseur.”
“Hello, miss. Oh wow, you have a nice physique.”
“Thank you sir. Now let’s have you lie on your front and we can begin your massage.”
I poured massage oil onto his back and began rubbing and kneading away.
“Ouch. Softer, miss.”
“I am so sorry, sir,” I eased off the pressure.
His hands reached out to touch my biceps and breasts.
During this time, I cummed and squirted several times but never experienced that continuous orgasm I had during the assessment. It was tolerable, not the hellish state I went through during assessment.
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Maybe it was because I was making love to someone I like…
” I blushed at the thought.
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Or maybe his body was incredible and anyone would have experienced it like I do?
” trying to deny that I have fallen sexually for Gan Siong.
“Sir, let’s have you lie on your back.”
After a good 15 minutes, his manhood stood at attention. It was time for the hand less massage. Not that I was looking forward to it.
He assaulted my breasts, squeezing and caressing it with all his might. It was getting painful. I flexed my pecs to fight against his squeeze and he tightened his grip. I flexed even more, trying to fight off the assault and before I could put the condom on his manhood, he started spurting cum.
With a wide smile, I took several pieces of tissue papers to pass it to him, “Oh sir, that was quite a huge load from you.”
“Arrgghh…” he panted. He couldn’t move and just lay there waiting for the throbbing to cease.
Trying not to sound too happy, “I will leave you to clean up sir. I hope you have enjoyed yourself.”
He desperately grabbed my buttok and squeezed them as I turned to leave the room.
Altogether I had only 6 customers, 4 cummed even without me doing the hand less massage. Even for the hand less massage, I only did a complete one on a customer. The other one had premature ejaculation. Many of my customers came as they have fantasy of having a muscular chick massaged them and they could muscle worship her and have sex with her.
I guess rich people could always use their money to fulfill their fantasy.
Candice only had 4 customers. She was more experienced and learnt to prolong the time for each session. She was so experience that she managed to make all her customers cummed just by them touching and playing her breasts, not a single session of the hand less massage.
As the day was about to end and she emerged from the massage room. She smiled at me with a proud victorious look.
“Wha lao, they like big busts, just ask their wife go for implant lah. So easy to satisfy them. They Just squeeze a few times then cum already. How was your sessions?”
“Oh ok. I only did two hand less massages. Only one complete the hand less massage, the other prematurely ejaculated the moment he enters me.”
By now, all the girls were quite good friends. We compared notes and realized that I have the most number of customers assigned.
One of the girls conjectured, “Maybe they requested a muscular chick lah. How many muscular chick we have here.”
The rest laughed out loud.
I did my own probing and checked with the counter girl. She verified that it was affirmative. I had more customers because these customers requested a muscle chick as a masseur.
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Hmm…so being muscular means you can still be in a job providing sexual service.
”
We were paid on that day. Having worked 8 hours, we were paid $1,600 each. Easy money and we were all ecstatic. We went out to celebrate; and everyone looked forward to the second day, tomorrow. Hopefully, it would be smooth sailing, like today.
Chapter 8: Rough sailing
When Candice and I arrived, one other girl was already there. She waved at us. She was topless and was wearing her harness with vibrator. Candice intended to go topless today as she did yesterday. I wore a fishnet bikini top. Both Candice and I promptly put on our harness.
It was time and the crowd was starting to stream in but there were no other girls. Curious, I approached the counter to check, “Hi there, the rest seemed to be late.”
“You three would be the only masseurs today. The rest did not wish to continue as it was too tough for them.”
The other two heard the conversation and rushed over to the counter.
Candice in her practical manner, “This means we would need to service more customer lah.”
“Oh fuck!” the other girl exclaimed.
And before we could protest further, the machine came alive, “Ok, number 2, go room 1, number 3, go room 2 and 7 to room 3.”
I promptly went into room 1 whilst Candice went into room 3.
It was a middle age man. He looked better than all of my previous customers I had on day one. Not too bad a body with a slight tummy.
“Hi miss. Oh wow, you have a good physique.”
“Thank you sir. Welcome to Fantasy Spa and Massage and I will be your masseur. Kindly lie on your front and we can begin with your massage.”
My first orgasm came very soon. As my customer was lying on his front, I trembled and liquid came gushing out. “Woo…fuck!” I whispered softly trying to regain my composure.
I began applying massage oil onto him and began rubbing and kneading. Like yesterday, I cummed several times during the course of the massage.
When I was almost drained, it was time for his hand less massage. He took some massage oil and started to rub his manhood and proceeded to put on a condom himself. He looked pretty calm and composed and expected to get his money’s worth from the entire massage session.
I gently climbed and mounted him. As his manhood entered into me, “Ahhh…” I let out a loud moan purposely to try to induce him to cum. I began pumping him for a good 15 minutes and during that time, I had cummed countless times and squirted almost an ocean full of liquid. Still, he just groan and moan.
It was becoming quite unbearable for me. My legs were tired, my body sweating from the exertion and the constant battle with the machine and, my pussy was sore from the pumping.
“
Dammit, this guy masterbated before he came or he erectile dysfunctional?
”
I continued pumping him for another 10 minutes before he finally cummed.
I also have countless orgasms and the entire floor was wet with my cunt juice. I slowly climbed down and forced a smile on myself, “Wow sir, that is a huge load. I hope you enjoy your massage. I will leave you to clean yourself up.”
I promptly left the room, looking forward to my break. As I exited the room, the counter lady looked at me and said, “Room 7, now.”
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What the fuck. I haven’t even recovered yet.
”
It was like that for the next few customers. No break. The machine hummed continuously. My orgasms have all merged into one continuous non-stop orgasm. I have lost my top too and I couldn’t even remember where or what happened to it. I was in a complete daze. It was like some form of sex punishment where we have to orgasm non-stop for 8 hours. Funny part was that all the customers were able to go for the hand less massage today. Perhaps we were all so busy and tired to really seduce them.
I couldn’t think straight. When I performed the hand less massage, I just pumped mindlessly until the customer yelled out for me to stop and I would recite the usual phase of thank you and walked out. I was transformed into an animated sex doll.
Whilst going to another of my assigned room, I caught sight of Candice doing her hand less massage. The curtain somehow wasn’t closed completely. She was bouncing like a sex crazed animal. Her breasts were bouncing to her rhythm. Saliva was dripping from her mouth onto her giant knockers. Her body was covered with a mixture of sweat and saliva with patches of massage oil. She looked like she was about to faint at any moment.
Even as my body was wrecked with orgasms and my pussy was beginning to feel the ache, I thought, “Poor Candice. I hope she doesn’t pass out.”
And then I saw the guy struggling to signal her to stop. He must have cummed. Candice was also relying on the signal from the guy, like me. The hand less massage pushed us into this subspace zone where we just pumped and lost all awareness of our surroundings. I saw her saying the usual thank you and goodbye phrase to the guy and promptly existed.
She saw me and looked at me like a wild deer, “Fuck! This is way tougher than I anticipated.”
With heaving breaths, I answered, “Tell me about it. I have no break since my first customer.”
“Same here. These guys took viagra or what, they take forever to cum.”
“It’s called erectile dysfunction.”
“Ladies, quickly go to your room. Don’t keep the customer waiting. Number 7, room 8, now go!”
We continued in this state serving countless customers. Finally it was near the ending time. As I walked out exhausted with sweat and liquid, I saw Candice and the other girl sitting at a corner catching their breath. They have removed their harness.
“Oh gosh,” as I uncontrollably squirted onto the floor outside even as I was walking towards them.
“I think I am going to pass out if I take one more. Stop this machine please,” my voice hoarse from the grunting.
“Sorry muscle chick, you have one last customer.”
“What? Seriously? I am really going to pass out from the pleasure! Quick, which room? "
The casual walk to the room was a torment to me.
He was a muscular dude. Almost as huge as Gan Siong but with more defined muscles. He teasingly flexed his pecs when he saw me.
I couldn’t even speak properly, heaving and with occasional pauses, “Oh wow…nice bod…
Sir… Welcome…to Fantasy Spa and… Massage. Kindly… lie face down… and we… can begin your… massage.”
“You have a great body yourself. Very defined pecs!” he reached out and squeezed them.
After he lay on his front, I commenced pouring massage oil onto him and started massaging him. This session tested my endurance to the fullest. I tried very hard to control the grunting but to no avail.
In a desperate attempt and getting extremely high myself, I rub massage oil all over my own body. Caressing my pecs and abs and performing some kind of sensual dance, “Sir, are you ready for your hand less massage?”
“Definitely,” he answered enthusiastically. I put a condom on him.
I noticed his breathing quickened. My dance and little ritual seemed to have taken their intended effects.
With great effort I mounted him. I then began to pound him mercilessly. Every few thrusts, I could feel pressure building inside my cunt, which I released by completely freeing myself from his cock and squirted. I was trembling uncontrollably and saliva was dripping from my mouth. His hands were all over my body, squeezing, and caressing.
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If he doesn’t cum in the next few minutes, I think I’ll die!
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I needed a better strategy. He was taking my pounding with ease.
I mentally pushed away the orgasmic pleasure, looked him in the eyes and said in a sexy tone, “Hey Hercules, you sure are fit. Let’s see how you fair against this?”
I tightened my grip on his manhood with my vagina muscle and started to pump. It seemed to have its effect as louder moans escaped from him. However, it also increased my pleasure. I squirted more often.
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Either I faint or he cums. Must take the risk.
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I further tightened the grip and uncontrollably let us a loud grunt. Within the next few pumps, he was shaking and moaning. He cummed. I pumped him a few more times just to make sure; until he yelled out to me to stop.
I fakely smiled, “Wow, that’s a huge load. I hope you have enjoyed the massage. I’ll leave you to clean yourself up.”
As I walked out of the room, my legs suddenly gave way. I couldn’t stand or move and just sat there, “Oh fuck, fuck…fuck…stop it! Please…”
The machine came to a stop and both girls rushed forward to check on me. Even with the machine turned off my body was trembling and I was still in subspace. I stared ahead with glazed eyes.
Candice rubbed my back with caring gestures, “Ruth you Ok? Easy girl…it has ended.”
I took a few minutes before I fully recovered. We were hungry, we were dirty and our pussies were sore. We had just been fucked by a machine and guys for an entire 9 hours. We were the most pissed creatures on this Earth until, “Hey girls. You have worked very hard and we were honestly saved by you three. As a token of our appreciation, we will double your pay.”
“Oh wow, that’s $3600 each for today,” I exclaimed in excitement suddenly forgetting my ordeal.
“Yeah!” all three of us shouted in joy and raised our arms up in the air. We hugged one another and suddenly realized we were so naked and dirty and, broke out in laughter.
After cleaning ourselves, we get dressed as decently as our remaining clothes allowed us.
Before I stepped out, “Hey Ruth, you interested to represent Fantasy Spa and Massage in a Fantasy Race?”
“Eh…no,” I replied.
“There is a cash prize of $5000, if you win.”
“Oh, tell me more.”
The other two rushed over too, “What’s up? We heard can win some cash prizes, can we join too?”
The counter staff stood up, “Well it is a race and you need to be rather fit.
“The contestants will have to pull a cart with a male model on top up a hill; then have sex with the model until he cums. After that just continue to pull the cart to the finish line.”
“Sounds like my crossfit training,” I said in a low voice.
“So will you represent us?”
“Certainly, since there are prize monies to be won.”
The lady provided further administrative instructions. Apparently there will be lots of spectators lining up along the road to cheer and watch us.
“I better wear a t-shirt. So many people will be watching.”
“It is the same rule as this massage,” the counter staff said with a smile. “Nothing more than bikinis.
I’m sure with that killer body of yours, you would look fantastic topless.”
“No way!” I retorted. “So many people are watching. I’ll wear a bikini.”
Thank you for all your encouragements and kind words. Tonight will be the final chapter. I’ll post both Chapter 9 and the Epilogue. Remember to stay tune!
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Chapter 9: Sexfit
On that day, I arrived at the venue. I wore a black micro bikini, ready to workout those muscles and win the competition. As usual, the bikini barely fit me, my muscles bulging against the strings. I wore an SAF issued boots as my footwear - courtesy of Gan Siong. My hair was tied neatly.
“Hey,” Gan Siong surprised me.
“Hey!” I consciously covered my exposed areolas and “landing” strip.
“You look gorgeous,” he reached out to stroke my shoulders.
I reached beneath his shirt and touched him on his pecs and abs. We were caressing each other engaging in some hot french kiss. My breasts were exposed completely from his vigorous squeezing. When suddenly, “I thought I could see more action from our porn star.” Candice’s voice could be heard.
I blushed and promptly adjusted my top, “Hi.”
“You two lovers are at it again?”
I could see Gan Siong blushing.
“We are not lovers,” my voice trailing off at the last part.
“Hey this is for you,” Candice came and put a pair of cute rabbit ears on top of my head.
The other girl who went through hell with us on the second day of the massage, Ferna was also here.
“Contestants please gather at your respective post.”
I walked out of my changing room to many cheers from the crowd. People were whistling and using their phone cameras to take pictures. As I looked at the contestants, they were visibly fit but definitely not as muscular as me. There were four contestants including me altogether. One of them was rather athletic, she was slim and slightly smaller build than the other two.
The contestants looked at me and I could sense a little trepidation from them. They scanned all over my body and rested their eyes on my biceps and pecs.
I walked over to where my cart was, “Contestant 3, take off your bikini bottom and wear the contraption please.” one of the umpires instructed me.
The contraption was attached at the bottom bar to where I would be pulling the top handles of the cart. It looked the shape of a bikini bottom but more rigid. I promptly took off my bikini bottom and slipped into the contraction. I stopped half way as I noticed that there were three devices attached to it. There were two phalluses and a vibrator. I gasped.
“One goes into the vagina and the other into your anus,” the umpire said.
He put a generous amount of lubricant onto the phalluses, “Ok, mount up.”
I slipped those two into my holes and let out a long, “Wooo…”
The umpire checked on my outfit making sure it was worn correctly and it would not fall out. He signalled to my male model seated behind me. I turned around to look and saw the male model giving me a smile. He has a nice fit body, not the extremely muscular type like Gan Siong. I could see his biceps and six packs - albeit smaller than Gan Siong. He was extremely good looking. I found myself blushing.
The male model signaled back to the umpire and I saw his hands pressed a button next to him. Next thing I knew, the vibrator came alive.
“
Oh my gosh. Am I supposed to pull this cart with the vibrator on? This is crazy. No way I will be able to do it.
”
The rest of the contestants were still adjusting. Some had difficulties mounting the phalluses.
“
What the fuck? Why switch on so fast? The bloody rest also not ready.
”
I tried to control my breathing to make sure that I don’t cum even before we start. Finally everyone was ready and we had to pull the cart to the starting line. As I lifted the cart, “Hmm…not too bad. Not that heavy.” However all of us got a rude shock, the phalluses start moving in and out as we pulled the cart.
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Wow, what kind of a sick person come up with such a torment?
”
I barely walked three steps when the overwhelming assault on me pushed me over the edge. I trembled and squirted.
“
This is bad, my first orgasm and I have already squirted.
”
Someone from the crowd shouted out, “The girls are all orgasing…”
Another one shouted, “Look, she even squirted.”
And the horn blew. I pulled the cart and was cumming and squirting non stop. I was out of breath faster than normal as I have to fight on so many fronts. My pace slowed and I saw the slim athlete overtook me.
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Wow, she sure is fit. Despite her small size, she has strength and endurance.
” And a sharp crack rang through the air, and I felt a sharp pain on my back. Half hissing, I shouted out in pain, “Ahhh!! What the fuck!”
I turned around and saw the male model holding a whip smiling at me, “Come on, chase up to her.”
I looked at the other contestants behind me and they were having it worse, they were continuously whipped for falling behind.
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Oh my god, how am I going to survive this. Can I give up? This is more like sexfit than crossfit.
”
I managed to overtake the girl and it was now her turn to be whipped. I think they just wanted to whip us cause I still got the occasional whip even though I was far ahead.
I lose count of the number of orgasms I had, the number of whipping I have suffered or how far I ran. We finally came to a slope. It was quite steep. Crowds of people lined the short path leading to the slope. I took a deep breath and pulled the cart up the slope but it didn’t move. A few more whips came down behind my back.
I found I was sobbing, from the assault by the machine on my sex and the whipping behind my back. I can’t think or concentrate. My entire bikini was soaking wet from my sweat. I mustered all my strength and when my muscles bulged the bikini string bit into them, “Ouch!” I cried out in pain.
“
Fuck this stupid thing!
” I reached behind my back and untie my bikini and flung it away. I was completely naked, sweat pouring from my body and whip marks behind my back and buttocks. I took another deep breath and pulled with all strength. My muscles expanded to twice their normal size and the cart began to move. The crowd cheered me on. I was crying from the pain, the orgasm and the exertion. Step by step, the cart came nearer to the top of the slope.
I was way ahead…crack, “
What the fuck you do that for?
” I slipped a few steps back as pain tore through my body. I didn’t even have the strength to look back or shout, I was just solely focused on pulling the cart, and also cumming and squirting.
I finally made it to the top. Only the slim girl was pulling the cart. She was sobbing and heaving and she was still wearing her bikini albeit her nipples and breasts had slipped out of her bikini. The other two were nowhere in sight.
I stood there trembling with liquid continuing to stream down my legs. The vibrator was switched off and I was helped out of the contraception. The male model proceeded to have sex with me. He pumped me mercilessly in different positions. At one stage, I was far into subspace. Even the aching on my pussy has somehow stopped. I was just trembling and cumming.
At the corner of my eyes I saw the slim girl made it to the top. She was barely conscious. They promptly removed her contraception and her male model started pumping her. She just took up positions she was led into. Somehow I felt a little pity on her. I did something I didn’t expect myself to do.
Turning to the umpire, “Can I help her? I will take on her male model too…”
The umpire spoke to the girl’s male model and he came over. The girl didn’t move, she just lay there trembling. The two guys just pumped me in many more positions and in so many holes.
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These are special sex forces? Do they ever tire or cum?
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I was so deep in subspace. My body was covered in sweat, saliva and precum. I didn’t know which was worse, putting on the contraception and pulling that cart or being fucked by two special sex forces.
Somehow I managed to tense my vagina muscle while I was doing a reverse cowgirl on one of the guys. I shook and trembled but I refused to let go. And it all paid off, my first victim cummed to the pressure from my vagina muscle.
I did an evil smile at the second guy and mounted him. Now I was on the offense. I didn’t just lay there waiting to be pumped. I pushed him down and went on top of him. My vagina muscle firmly wrapped around his cock and I could see him frowning. I again smiled and began to pump the life out of him. I cummed and squirted many times and my pussy was beyond sore but I didn’t care.
“Oh….. Ffffuuuucccckkkk!” my second victim’s long death howl.
The guys stumbled back to their resting place on the cart waiting for us to pull them back.
The girl began to rouse from her rest. She stumbled to put on her contraception and as soon as the phalluses entered into her, she trembled.
I was in no better shape. As we pulled the cart down, the whipping became more merciless. Both of us stopped many times squirting and trembling on the spot for a long while. Tears were in my eyes and I couldn’t see well. The whip managed to reach my breasts and abs and my body was full of fresh red welts.
Finally I could see the finishing line. I turned to look at the slim girl and found her standing on the road trembling and staring into space.
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Poor girl. I think she is too deep in subspace to continue.
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One more step and it would be the finishing line. But no matter how hard I tried, the cart just wouldn’t move. It was my physical limit. I was sobbing loudly and more whip cracked on me forcing me to pull it to the finish line.
I cried out loud, sobbing like a little girl, “Stop it. I can’t. I can’t continue. Ouch!”
And out of nowhere I heard a voice, “Go Ruth! You can do it!”
Gan Siong was at the finishing line beckoning me. I pulled with all my might; the muscles dancing beneath my skin.
“Ah…fuck! Come on!” I shouted as I pulled.
It crossed the finish line. I just stood there sobbing and trembling uncontrollably. The machine came to a stop and the male model jumped down to carry me out of my torture device. As he put me on the ground, I collapsed only to be caught by Gan Siong’s strong arms.
He picked me up and carried me to rest away from the cheering crowd. From the corner of my eyes I saw the slim athlete being carried away by her male model.
“Hey muscle freak, you won. It is all over,” I could make out from my dazed state Candice was crying.
“Your rabbit ears are still intact,” she reached out to touch one of the rabbit ears.
Gan Siong brushed my hair aside and caressed my face. I just sat there staring into empty space. I was still in deep subspace and would be a while before I recover.
Epilogue
It has been one month since my little adventure at the Fantasy Spa and Massage. This month marks the end of one significant journey in our lives; we will be graduating from the University and entering the world of work - at least that is for most of us.
Candice recently found a sugar daddy; an Indonesian-Chinese tycoon. Her sugar daddy bought an apartment there for her. She will be given monthly allowance just to stay there and be a tai-tai. She will be shuttling between Singapore and Indonesia often, on the pretext that she has found a job with an international conglomerate based in Indonesia, to her family.
Gan Siong will be beginning his first year in a University; disrupting his full time sign-on with the Commandos. He did make several advances on me; asking me to go steady with him. As much as I like him and is sexually attracted to him; I kept the advances at bay.
You see, I always have this perception of how I would be when I eventually marry. My husband will just have sex with me and we will have many children. I will be pregnant even as I struggle to look after the 3 children running and crawling around the house. I will be fat and ugly and constantly looking fatigued from juggling housework, office work and looking after the kids. My husband will have affairs outside since I will have no time for him and am fat and ugly. I would know that there is an affair but both of us would just pretend everything is normal. We would live like that until the end of our lives.
Gan Siong is too caring and loving and my marriage to him would be one made in heaven. But in my mind, no marriage can be perfect. It would destroy my “dream” if I marry Gan Siong.
I did share this thought with Candice and she has advised me in her own humorous way to go see a psychologist.
As for me; I did win the $5000 for the crossfit race or rather the sexfit race. It indeed helped alot with my crossfit expenses. I managed to lend a job with the civil service. This would be a new chapter in my life. I know I would have less time for my love - crossfit and I would have to adjust my routines. For now though, I will be seeing Gan Siong and having dinner with him.
* The End *
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