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    Chapter #111

    What do you do when you realise an inconvenient truth ?

    That your wife is the only reason you get to keep your job.

    To make things worse, you are made to choose and to sit through a step by step presentation of what your wife did.

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    My wife is the most amazing woman ever and everyday when I wake up beside her, I ask myself the same question.

    What did I ever do to deserve her ?

    I love my wife.

    I really do.

    She is the world to me.

    Felicia is my soulmate, my best friend and most importantly, the woman that I married. I know she loves me for who I am, for the simple man inside me.

    When I got to know Felicia as colleagues, we hit it off right away.

    I admit it was her looks at first attracted me to her.

    Felicia’s curvy body and sexy legs gave me an erection every time I look at her but other than secretly lusting for her at a distance, I did nothing else.

    Why is that so ?

    That’s because of how inferior I feel I am compared to Felicia.

    She joined the company as a junior executive while I’m just a nobody technician.

    She’s better educated, she looks so good, she’s classy in her behaviour, it immediately puts her at a level above me. She speaks English so well while I had to struggle to communicate with my broken Singlish with my superiors.

    I was secretly thankful that we work in different departments, so that when we past each other along the corridor, she will not know how incompetent I am.

    I am an incompetent man, I’m very simple minded. I don’t know how to say things that my superiors like to hear. What made it worst was I just kept top myself and do my own work whereas my fellow colleagues were all street smart enough to choose tasks that were more visible to the management.

    It leapfrogged them to promotions and wage increase while I remained where I was for almost 3 years.

    I know people secretly called me the company loser.

    I don’t blame them. Sometimes I too think I am a loser as well.

    It’s as if I’m contented just living my life out quietly, earning a 2k wage that increases by $20 a year.

    My life changed for the better on the 2nd year of Felicia joining the company. She was transferred to my department and she could tell right away who the genuine workers were.

    She knew I had the most experience while some were just trying to muddle their way through the company. Felicia placed more emphasis on me and gave me more responsibilities.

    More visible ones that is.

    What made her so good was that she managed to play everyone perfectly. In a good way I mean.

    She balanced it all out. Not only did she lay the path for me to get promoted, she handled superiors well. Felicia is the darling of the company.

    Everyone liked her. With the way she looks, there’s no lack of indecent proposals from more senior managements, especially the Caucasians.

    Regional bosses would fly in just to have a chat with Felicia, offers of overseas positions would soon follow but Felicia would turn them down. She knew.

    She knew the offers are not to be taken at surface value.

    There are additional terms and conditions attached to it. Some of the prettier staff have taken up the offer. Many of them comfortably set for life.

    Just need to spread your legs for a year or two, come back to Singapore and you’re set for a senior management position. Not to forget the money and bonus.

    It was around this period that Felicia and I hooked up.

    She’s tired of having to play the office politics game everyday at work and there’s nothing more she looked forward to than to have a simple meal with me after work.

    I loved everything about Felicia.

    The way she looked, the way she dressed. The way she carried herself.

    I’m always in simple jeans and a polo T but not Felicia. She wore dresses and heels that would give men an erection in a heartbeat.

    There is so much attention on her and for come weird magical reasons, Felicia love me. The affection she showed, the way she looks at me. There’s no way of lying about that.

    When news of Felicia and I getting together spread, people were dumbfounded. No one believed for a moment. Not even our CEO.

    By the time we announced our low-key engagement, Felicia was already an assistant regional manager making 3 times my pay.

    I got promoted twice ever since I got closer to Felicia and even then, my pay barely touched 2.8k. I’m only a simpleton with a barely recognised diploma from a dubious school run out of a makeshift school.

    I know where I stand. 6 years at the company and I manage to get the 2.8k pay, I’m already very happy and contended.

    Felicia and I got married. We did not hold a big banquet, just a low-key buffet with close friends. We did what all couples did in Singapore, we got a flat in the suburbs.

    Everyday after work, we would cook a simple meal, and cuddle up in front of the TV catching HongKong serial dramas.

    We have no plans for kids or to start a family. We’re just happy with life the way it is for us.

    Work, travel twice a year. Doing whatever we wanted to do.

    Then our lives came crumbling down in 2008. When the great financial crisis hit, everything went south.

    Retrenchments were on the table and rumours abound that many of us will not make it through the year.

    Word is my entire department is going to be let go and the work outsourced to another company.

    Felicia tried her best to work something out for me, but it was no use.

    The decision came at the highest level. All 32 of us in my department are to be let go. I stared blankly at the letter that came from HR.

    All the years I’ve given the company and it comes down to this.

    Some of my colleagues cried.

    Not only my department is affected, everyone is. Felicia had to take a 20% pay cut, and 40% of her team were asked to leave.

    It was a terrible period for everyone.

    When I met my wife at the carpark for a chat after I cleared my locker, she cried, hugging onto me at a corner of the empty carpark.

    Felicia : I’m sorry… I’m sorry….

    James : It’s ok… it’s ok….i’m lucky enough to be able to stay in this job for so long…

    We were discussing plans, our housing loans, how much savings we have. We are ok. We have always been thrifty with our finances but with one half of the couple without a job, it’s bound to rattle some nerves.

    Felicia and I agreed to talk in detail after work and we parted ways. I headed for the exit with a recyclable bag while my wife started walking back to the lobby.

    I could hear the piercing scream of her phone ringing and the sound of her sweet voice answering the call echoed out in the carpark.

    Felicia : really ? …. Yes… yes please…. Thank god… please… thank you so much…. Thank you… thank you…. Thank you…. I really owe you a meal on this Ethan…..thank you… ok…alright… I’ll see you in Hong Kong next week… cheers…

    I could hear that chirp in my wife’s voice as she started running towards me in her high heels.

    She looked visibly relaxed and there was no hiding the happiness in her face.

    James : what happened ? … what is going on…

    My wife hugged me and she told me she got me another position in the company.

    It’s a low position but she pulled some strings. I’ll be attached to a administrative support team. Pay isn’t great but at 2.2k, it’s not bad.

    Felicia : you can start tomorrow…. I think you know some of the people there…. Auntie Dolly….. Mike…

    James : Yes.. yes.. I know them…. Wow… how… how did you…

    Felicia : called in a few favours… but all is good… hahaha…

    We embraced in the carpark for a few more seconds and agreed to have a nice meal to celebrate.

    Things like this really shows what it means to be connected.

    You have the necessary networks and strings to pull.

    This is why they say working in general, it’s never about how well you do your work, it’s who you know.

    Over the next couple of months, more news of the economy hitting shit bottom started to flow in and a few of my friends have also lost their job.

    I was truly lucky.

    Job security is something I cannot take for granted.

    I like my new role in the new department. My colleagues are nice and there is no office politics at play. We are all simple folks. The department deal with the administrative aspects of the management including booking of air tickets and accommodation for their travel needs.

    The requests come in through the system, we will get the documents sorted out with the appointed tour agency for the tickets and the rooms. Simple stuff.

    There is also the more mundane stuff that involves sorting mail for each department, but all is good.

    I enjoy my work and working at the same company as my wife also meant I get to see her every now and then for lunch or to take the same train home.

    It was when I chanced upon a weird email on my colleagues’ computer one day when I realised something might be off.

    That colleague is Ethan. A senior associate in the office and if you remembered, he was the one I heard my wife talking to on the day I was retrenched.

    I was in his office changing the toner for his personal printer during lunch break. I came back from lunch earlier that day because I ate alone. My colleagues have their own plans and Felicia needed to go for a meeting off site in the morning.

    Since I saw a request for the toner to be changed at Ethan’s printer, I took one from the storeroom and got right to it.

    His terminal is on the screen saver mode and while reaching for a tissue on his desk, I accidentally hit his mouse.

    I froze.

    I could feel a lump in my throat as I stared at the screen.

    The wallpaper that Ethan was using is a picture of someone I know.

    It’s my wife.

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    Chapter #112

    This fantasy erotic title contains non-consensual acts which involves drugging the partner and performing acts on her without her consent. Please give this a miss if it makes you uncomfortable.

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    James is a sick pervert. He harbors a strong wife sharing fantasy but his wife Hailey does not feel the same way. Tired of the boring sex, he turns to the internet and connect with other deviant souls lurking in the dark while attempting to recreate his wife sharing fantasy without Hailey’s knowledge. It began with a free show online for Thomas, but James wanted more. From deliberately drugging Hailey and positioning her for food delivery riders, to exposing her to private hire drivers, James slowly ventured down the dark path.

    He went as far to drug her and leave Hailey alone in the middle of the park while he hide in a tent to see what passer-bys will do to his unconscious and irresistible wife.

    He loves his wife, and he loves to see her with another man. Join James as he slowly plans, maneuver, and trick his sweet, decent wife, into becoming the sex slave of another man.

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    I have always had a ‘hotwife’ fetish. In case you didn’t know, a ‘hotwife’ is a married woman who is willing and is actively encouraged by her husband to behave like a slut and sleep with other men in order to make her husband aroused. There was just something about a consensual ‘adulterous’ wife that turned me on.

    I have been married to Hailey for about a year. At 28 years old, Hailey was a beautiful woman, blessed with an amazing figure. Standing at 1.65 metres tall and weighing 49 kilograms, Hailey had all the ‘meat’ at the right places. She worked in a jewellery chain, one that required her to be dressed in uniform and black stockings every day.

    Although coming from a humble background in Malaysia, Hailey actually held a degree in engineering. However, she could not take the stress of the role and ended up quitting within months of starting work. Her family was rather well to do, and honestly, there was no need for her to work if she didn’t want to. However, she was determined to stand on her own two feet, and that was why she chose to take up that retail role in a mall near our home.

    Hailey’s desires came true in a way. Her job now required her to be on her two feet most of the time. Every morning, I watched as she dressed up in her standard uniform: a white cotton blouse and black skirt – the same one every day. She then donned a black silken pair of pantyhose, making sure to get just the right fit at the knee area. A pair of black flat pumps that matched the black blazer completed the outfit. I couldn’t help but be aroused by how she looked in her workwear. Her slender calves were accentuated by the material of her stockings as it hugged her slim waist and hips.

    I had seen men ogling at her body and she had even encountered a couple of old retired businessmen who had attempted to chat her up and make her their mistress. Some people might get upset and offended when they heard something like this happening to their wives, but not for me. I felt proud, happy, and aroused in the knowing that my wife was so appealing to these men. It reaffirmed the fact that I had made the right choice in marrying her.

    A lot of times when I was at home, I would imagine what it would be like if we could get intimate with her still dressed in her work clothes. The idea of it turned me on like crazy, but Hailey always said no. She said that putting those clothes on made her feel like she was still at work and that it put her out of the mood.

    She had never been really into sex and all the bedroom stuff, whereas I was the more adventurous one. I wanted to try a lot of things, but Hailey always said no. I tried coaxing her in many ways, but she always felt uncomfortable whenever I made her do anything out of the norm. Not that she was very adventurous when she was in the mood anyway. You see, the more she resisted doing something I liked, the more I wanted to see her doing it.

    Yes, I was a sick man and I was fully aware of it. I knew that I married a wonderful and beautiful woman – a decent woman that would go through thick and thin with me, but I still wanted more. I wanted a wife who was hot in between the sheets. I wanted to see Hailey letting herself go, I wanted to see her moaning like a cheap whore while she was pleasured by multiple men. Alas, I also knew that this was just a fantasy – one that would probably never come true. Hailey was too prim and proper to entertain such deviant behaviour. She would not even consider using a vibrator or nipple clamps during sex. What more for her to consider the introduction of another man?

    So, I abandoned reality and desperately sought refuge in the world of the internet. I connected with people who shared my deepest desires – a craving to witness their wives enjoying the pleasures of another man. The allure of her moans of pleasure, the way her eyes would roll back in ecstasy as she felt another man’s cock fulfilling her – that image was too powerful for me to resist. With a surge of wild energy coursing through my veins, I ventured into the dark depths where nothing else mattered but my ultimate satisfaction.

    The more I read, the more I explored and opened myself to the sick minds of others like me, the more tempted I was to try and do something about my sex life. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life having intercourse in the missionary position. I wanted more. I craved more. I needed more.

    One day, while chatting with someone online who also had this sick wife-sharing hobby, The man, Thomas, said that he had two kinds of ‘medicine’, both imported from Malaysia, and that he had used them on his wife. The results of which were great, granting him a few precious hours of fun that he desperately needed. According to Thomas, after ingesting the first drug, the person would be knocked out for more than three hours, and they would not wake up no matter what you did. The other drug was a strong aphrodisiac, which would really put one in the mood for sex.

    I immediately asked him where I could buy this ‘medicine’, this cure for my frustrations. However, he told me that the drug was very precious and quite difficult to buy, but if I wanted some, he could sell some of what he had on hand to me cheaply. With only one condition – he wanted to watch the whole process on video.

    That was when it really hit me hard. Thomas was asking me to drug my wife, document the resulting acts I would involve her in on video, and then show it to him. Nothing could be more sacrilegious to a marriage than what he suggested. And yet, I could feel a rousing excitement that began rising up from within me. I told him that I needed to think about it first. However, when I closed the chat window, I knew that I had already made up my mind. I wanted to drug my wife and share her with another man online.

    When I finally gathered up enough courage and contacted Thomas. He replied almost immediately and informed me that he could have the drugs delivered in less than a week. My heart raced as I made the arrangements for payment. And soon enough, it was time to set my plan into motion.

    Choosing the right date mattered; I had to avoid Hailey’s menstrual cycle. Then I wrote down a list of things that I wanted to do to my wife when she was passed out. I bought sex toys – vibrators, nipple clamps, and stuff that I always wanted to use on her, if not for the fact that she would never allow it. I felt ashamed and yet aroused at the same time. If Hailey were conscious, she would never agree to the things I wanted to do, so I just had to make do with the alternative. Do all the things that I wanted to do to her when she was unconscious.

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    Chapter #113

    James caught a shoplifter, and after weighing the benefits of calling the cops of taking justice into his own hands, he chose the latter.

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    I work in a provision shop in Bishan. Tuck in the middle of the housing estate, it’s one of those old style setup where you have the shop at the ground floor and living accommodations on level two. My boss use it for storage mostly.

    The provision shop is just a front, it sells pretty crappy stuff. Snacks, tidbits, and the only fresh food it carries are the bread that gets delivered everyday. On one aisle, it’s filled with drinks, instant noodles and what nots, on the other, it’s filled with accessories ranging from hair clips and pins, to stationaries.

    One week in and i knew something is up with this shop, but i chose to keep quiet. Somedays, you barely get $50 in sales. Take away the rent, overheads, utilities and my pay, my boss is bleeding money every month.

    Not that it matters to him. Koh is always grinning, always smiling. I did a bit of digging and saw the company accounts and came to my own conclusion. He’s laundering money from other businesses he owns.

    He once asked me if i have any questions or anything for him. I said no.

    As long as i get my $2000 pay every month, i’m happy. There’s free WIFI in the shop for me to play games on my phone and watch videos. Koh even allowed me to stay on the upper levels at the end of the day.

    He loved that i asked no questions, and i did everything he wanted me to. In return, he gave me free rein when it comes to running the shop. The shop doesn’t need to make money, it just need to keep up appearances.

    After a year, Koh trust me more. My pay was bump up to $2500, i get CPF too. That’s not all, i realised i was suddenly a phantom worker in one of his construction company. While i did not get paid for that role, i found out he was contributing additional money to my CPF account every month.

    Who would say no to more money? I kept quiet, i feign ignorance, and i was rewarded for my discretion. I’m happy to be left alone, to live my on life. I don’t want anyone to bother me. Just let me play my game on my phone and watch my video. There’s nothing more i want in life except get to the end of every day, where i lock up the shop, head back upstairs and lie down on the bed to watch show.

    As long as i open the shop at 7am and shut it at 6pm, i have done my job. There is nothing i love more than to flick the switch for the magnetic lock at the main sliding door of the air-conditioned minimart at 6pm. Seeing that red light comes on meant the end of my day. I will have the rest of the day to do what i want.

    Once or twice a month, i will head to the red light district for paid sex. A man has his needs and i see that as a form of release. I am very realistic when it comes to matters like this, with my looks, i doubt i will ever get a girlfriend.

    It was a routine that i have gotten used to, in fact, one that i look forward to repeat every month.

    Then one evening, i was about to lock up and head to Geylang for my bi-monthly release when a girl walked into the shop.

    She’s dressed in grey singlet top and grey cotton shorts that showed off her buttcheeks. She’s very pretty. She had long black hair that was tied up in a bun, and she wore minimal makeup. Her skin was fair and delicate, like porcelain and she had a pair of nice long legs.

    James : Hi. looking for something?

    “Hi i…need batteries”

    James : Batteries. Over there…

    I could tell she wasn’t from around here as her accent was foreign.

    I pointed her to the section and it was then i noticed something peculiar. She’s not carrying any bags and i saw that her shorts doesn’t have any pockets. The first thing that came to my mind was how is she going to pay?

    I leaned back on my chair behind the cash register and looked up at the mirror placed at the top corner of the shop. It allows me to see what is going on at the blind spot.

    When i saw what she is doing, my heart skipped a beat.

    The girl swiped a packet of batteries and put it into her cleavage. Then she tried to compose herself and continued looking around.

    I reached for my phone and was about to call the police when my eyes were drawn to the girl as she walked right by the payment counter.

    I feasted my eyes on her shapely body, and i felt this tingle in my pants as i thought about the things i can do to her. I wanted to reach out and caress those curves, kiss her lips and feel that warmth of her body.

    She walked past me and made her way to the exit, like a customer who could not find what they want in the shop.

    My left hand put down my phone and it went for the lock switch for the sliding door.

    She reached the exit and tried waving at the sensors for the door to open.

    James : I think you forgot something Miss…

    “huh?…i’m sorry?”

    She tried to feign ignorance but as soon as the words left my mouth, i could see the colour drain from her face.

    James : You going to pay for those batteries.

    It was not a question.

    It was a statement.

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    Chapter #114

    This title is part of the artefact series.

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    Laurent visits her estranged father who is a tattoo artist. His shop was recently trashed by thugs and the reason was because he refused a customer a tattoo.

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    Jiahui rolled up her yoga mat and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t help but admire her perfect body in the reflection. She was wearing a skin hugging white yoga tights and matching lululemon sports bra, which showed off her toned abs and curvy hips.

    Her long dark hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, allowing her to see every detail of her face clearly. She felt beautiful and confident. As she stepped out of the studio, Jiahui noticed that a few men had been glancing her way throughout the class.

    She knew they were admiring her curves and that her camel toe was driving them nuts. With an amused smirk on her face, she strutted away with pride, head held high and stomach tucked in confidently. The lululemon sports bra made her chest look bigger and more voluptuous than usual, and the camel toe at the front of the tights drew wild looks from some of the men in the class. Jiahui felt empowered knowing that she was making them hot under their collars with just a simple outfit. Her stomach was flat, her legs looked slim but strong, and she could even see some definition in her abs if she tilted slightly to the side.

    The attention she was getting made her feel desirable, and she felt like she needed to do a tik tok video to tell the whole world how desirable she is. Maybe tag on a few comments about men looking at her when they should be concentrating on their workout.

    There are no better way to show female empowerment than by posting a video of her body wearing attractive clothing while criticizing men who objectify her.

    If there is something she loved more about men looking at her body, it’s the dagger stares other women gives when their partners dare looked her way. Jiahui sucked on her protein shake was was considering where to put her phone for the video when a man approached her.

    The first thing she noticed was the tattoo of a phoenix on his left arm. It was a wondrous piece of art. The vibrant white and silver feathers were like frigid ice, with the head of the phoenix staring at her with a fierce intensity. It seemed alive.

    The wings extended from his wrist to his shoulder blade and wrapped around his arm like an embrace. On one side, there were intricate patterns that looked like branches from a tree while on the other side, it looked like ice shards erupting from within.

    While the tattoo looked impressive and beautiful the owner however, is on the opposite of the spectrum. He’s fat with a beer gut and grease around his lips. His right hand held a half eaten chicken wing and he looked at Jiahui with a look of lust on his face. His eyes stared at her camel toe and he had the gall to scratch his crotch in front of her. His ill fitting pants looked like they were stolen and there were holes on his singlet.

    ‘What a creep’ Jiahui thought to herself as she rolled her eyes and tried to walk away.

    Keng : i want to fuck you…hehehe…

    Jiahui was shock and she didn’t know what to say. She tried to push herself past Keng but he held onto her arm. The moment their skin connected, the most unbelievable thing happened. Jiahui found herself frozen. She couldn’t move, nor speak. And the tattoo began to move.

    Keng : Come, i bring you someplace nice ok?

    Jiahui wanted to scream, she wanted to run but she can’t. Her arm felt the icy grip of the phoenix tattoo as it wraps itself around Keng and her. Their fingers interlinked like they were a sweet dating couple. Keng grinned as they walked down the streets.

    Eyes darted their way and the same thing must be on everyone’s mind. What is such a hot looking babe like Jiahui doing with such a disgusting man? Jiahui made eye contact with everyone that looks her way, her eyes screaming for help but no one responded.

    Just another hot babe showing off her body in tight clothing.

    Just another pretty girl who chose money from a greasy old man.

    Just another day in Singapore.

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    Laurent and Juliette were about to finish their coffee in the staff canteen when Laurent’s phone rang. It was a colleague from another division.

    Laurent : Yo Seng, how are you man? Haven seen you since we graduated.

    Seng : yo yo yo Laurent. How are you?

    Laurent : I’m very afraid of receiving calls from friends who did not get in touch for a while you know. Something must be up.

    Seng : Why? You afraid i’ll say i quit the force and start selling insurance is it?

    Laurent: hahaha…either that or some MLM thing.

    Seng : Jokes aside. we got a report here that i thought you want to know. Your father made a police report.

    Laurent : what? Laurent’s coffee cup paused in midair, mere inches away from her lips.

    Seng : His shop was trashed, and when we filed it, i saw his previous records and all.

    Laurent’s father has been a frequent guest in Prison in his younger days for a variety of crimes. Even though he has turned over a new leaf, she still found it hard to forgive him for abandoning the family when she was still young.

    Seng : you’re listed as the next of kin, and i thought i’ll give you a buzz.

    Laurent : I didn’t hear him say anything about it.

    Seng : He’s hurt, some bruises, but other than that he’s fine. Tattoo shop was trashed 3 times in a month, that was why he made the report.

    Laurent : oh…ermm…ok Seng. Thank you so much for letting me know.

    Seng : No problem. When you are free, let’s meet up for a coffee…there’s this policy i think you will be interested in…

    Laurent : oh fuck off… Seng laughed and hung up.

    Juliette : problem with your dad? I thought he stopped being a regular at Changi resort.

    Laurent : He’s never far away from trouble. I need to take some time off. I want to drop by…

    Before Laurent could finish her sentence , both their phone buzzed and Cornelius’ name appeared on the group chat at the same time. The girls knew what that meant and they immediately headed down to the secret basement in the police station.

    Laurent walked on ahead to Cornelius to tell him she needed to take some time off to settle some family issues.

    Cornelius : I’m sorry, your leave and vacations matters are not under my purview. I only care about the artefacts.

    Cornelius pushed a file across the table and told the girls this particular one is of utmost urgency.

    Juliette : Which one isn’t?

    Juliette said in a sarcastic manner.

    Cornelius : If sarcasm is an artefact, i’m sure you will be a good owner Juliette.

    Laurent : So which prick is using an artefact to go around fucking girls he can never get now?

    Cornelius : actually…

    Laurent opened the file and she froze.

    Cornelius : this one is different. I need you girls to protect the owner of an artefact.

    Juliette looked at the opened file and she did a double table.

    Cornelius : He’s the owner of a tattoo shop.

    Laurent looked at the picture of her father and mumbled under her breath.

    Laurent : What are the fucking odds…

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    Chapter #115

    Tom’s wife wants to work as a hostess in James’ sleazy KTV. It’s up to James to change her mind about working in such a industry.

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    James : Your wife want to work in my KTV? Say at one more time in my face bro.

    I blew a cloud of smoke towards him and he waved it away.

    Tom : I’m serious bro, I’m at my wit’s end. I need your help.

    James : do you know what you are asking ? I run a KTV in Textile Centre, not the family friendly kind of KTV in community centre.

    Tom : I know. I know. Listen to me first.

    I looked at my friend who is on the verge of pulling his hair out. He has been having issue with his wife Brenda for a while now. He met her when she is working as a retail assistant in a clothing chain. Tom got lucky when he approached her at a vulnerable period, coming to Singapore all the way from Vietnam to work, Brenda took some time to adjust to the culture and environment.

    And it’s normal for a girl looking for someone to lean on. Tom is a nice chap, pretty decent looking and is working as an engineer in a large company. They dated, got married and looked like they are about to embark on a journey of the discovering rest of their lives together when Brenda got involved with a group of friends from back home who also came to Singapore to seek greener pasture.

    Now this group works in a KTV joint in town run by a competitor. With the money they are making, branded bags and goods are all within easy reach. From hundred dollar heels to thousand dollar bags, some of Brenda’s friends got it all within weeks of landing in Singapore.

    Hanging out with them created this sort of imbalance in Brenda when she compared herself with her newfound friends. Her pay of barely 2000 including commission is nothing when her friends can make that same amount in a night.

    Tom : She told me she wants to go work in a KTV and she has already quit her job.

    James : What the fuck..?

    Tom : She has this thinking in her head that she must make as much money as she can while her looks and figure still allows her to.

    James : She’s what, 25?

    Tom : 26, but anyway, we talked, quarreled , scream and shouted countless times about this but there is no way I can change her mind. She is determined to go down this route.

    James : And what? You want her to come work for me? Bro, KTV leh. You know people don’t come here to sing, to eat fruit platters, eat crackers and order Tze Char in…. they come here to smoke indoor illegally, they come here to drink, to touch girls’ boobs, to dig their pussy and stroke their legs…and you are saying you want your wife to work here? Are you fucking nuts?

    Tom : What choice do I have? At least at your joint, you can help look after her, if she goes to other joints, she might get pulled into a gangbang on the first night or something. Anyway, the point is not for her to work there for long. I want you to scare her out of the scene.

    James : How you know she won’t get pulled into something like this on my joint? I have regulars that likes gangbang too. She’s a fucking adult, not a kid.

    Tom : Please James, help me out on this. I really don’t know what to do.

    James : I attended your fucking wedding bro, now you want me to let your wife work for me. This is fucking weird.

    Tom : Look at it this way. She’s a permanent resident, no work pass issue, give her something that can expose her to the harsh reality of your work. Help me change her mind. Just show her how terrible working in a KTV is for a woman.

    I sighed and lit up another cigarette.

    James : Bro, I tell you honestly. When the money is flowing, no matter how terrible the work is, you will still take it in stride. I have been doing this for a few years, money can do anything. It can make the prettiest sweet young thing put her mouth over the cock of a shriveled old man.

    I told Tom the moment Brenda steps into this industry, she’s as good as gone.

    Tom : Then how? What should I do? I love her, I want her. I need her.

    James : That sounds awfully like black magic bro.

    Tom : Come on be serious.

    I snuffed out my fag and looked at Tom draining his glass of beer.

    James : Ask her for a target.

    Tom : Target ?

    James : How much she wants to make ? 100k, 200k? Agree on a target. When it hits, she stops. That’s the 1st rule.

    Tom : And?

    James : tell her you will give her your blessing if she can promise to stop and never step back in once she hits her target.

    Tom : ok sounds reasonable.

    James : You have to be mentally prepared that she will be touched every night and she may need to sleep with clients who decides to take her out.

    Tom went quiet and I could read him like a book. He could probably deal with the touching and grabbing of boobs, but knowing his wife have to sleep with another guy, that is something hard to swallow.

    James : I will have to interview her. And during that interview, I will scare her. I will make her rethink her decision.

    I pick up my beer for a sip and the next thing Tom said made me throw out my beer. In fact, I choked and had to wipe beer coming out from my nostril while making sure I don’t stain my own pants.

    Tom : Are you going to fuck her?

    James : what the fuck Tom…

    He handed me some wet tissues before adding something that sent my heartrate racing to the moon.

    Tom : I don’t care what you do James if you can scare her off…

    Tom said quietly at the table.

    Tom : I rather she get fuck by you, than by a hundred others.

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    Chapter #116

    Several individuals, each with their own agendas, seeking to win in their own way in a high stake gamble.

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    James is your average joe on the street trying to survive in Singapore. As a maintenance technician in a large institution, his diploma gets him $2300 a month. Married, with housing loan, elderly retired parents and plans to get their own flat in the near future, one need not be a mathematician to know that the money he makes is far from enough. James needed more, that is why he took up a second job as a security guard in the evening.Not just any security guard, he took up the post in a upmarket condominium in town.

    One where luxury cars line the basement carpark. It’s a simple job, he clocks in at 8pm, fills up the log book and pretty much does nothing. There is only one single patrol at 10pm to make sure the pool and gym lights are off, and there’s no one in the clubhouse.

    Other than that, he just need to stay in the security booth.The booth is located in the basement, right by the entrance of the carpark. This meant no one along the street level can see what he is doing. He could be sleeping with his feet up and no one will give a damm. The luxury condo has only 15 units, most are empty all the time. There are only perhaps one or two occupied units. Most of his time in the guard booth is spend watching dramas or sleeping.

    At 11pm without fail each evening, James will unfold the foldable stretcher bed he bought, lie down flat in the security booth and snooze till the next morning when his alarm rings at 6am.It gives him enough time to wash up, have a quick coffee before his colleague comes for the next shift at 8am.Leaving his 2nd job at 8am, he will head home, take a quick shower, change into his overall and walk to his work place. The work he does in the institution is easy too, changing of light bulbs, fixing spoilt sockets, basically like a in house handy man.

    His life runs in a routine, a boring one too until one day, something happened that disrupted his life.At 10.45pm that work day, James already has his socks and shoes off. It’s raining cats and dogs outside and James is slurping on hot ramen in a cup while enjoying a an adult video. Suddenly, he paused with his chopsticks in mid air as he sees a girl stagger out from a lift lobby into the carpark.

    She walked unsteadily like she is either high on drugs or alcohol. Even from a distance, James could tell she is really pretty. The odd thing however, was that the girl is in school uniforms. James eyes the girl who has slouched over a luxury SUV and trying not to throw up.He put down his noodle and looked around the carpark. The uniform the girl is wearing comes from one of the elite Junior college around the area. His eyes darted to the array of screens in the security booth, giving the live camera feed a quick scan.

    He was not dreaming, there really is a drunk school girl staggering into the basement carpark.

    She supported her body with one hand on the window of the car while swaying like leaves on a tree branch.

    James stood up and for reasons he cannot explain, he felt this strange arousal stirring in him. He’s out working more of the time, and while his relationship with his wife is good, the sex was boring. It was always missionary in, before finishing in standing doggy. There were no variations in their routine and James always had fantasy about banging a sweet JC student.

    He felt his heart rate increase as he eyes the white blouse that gave a tease of the white bra the girl is wearing underneath. The green skirt has either been altered short or pull up high around the waist to give an impression that it’s short, perhaps to show off the beautiful pair of hairless legs.

    James opened the security guard booth and he felt this tingle in his spine. One of both fear and excitement. There’s a lot on his mind, including the possibility of a jail term for what he is considering. However, the more he look at the beautiful girl slumped against the car, the more he stops thinking rationally………Juliette has hid in the house she was helping to clean for the past 5 hours. Working as a daily rated cleaner, she was supposed to leave the house at 5pm. However, she stayed behind to loot the place. The owner of the beautiful house is travelling and they trust her enough to clean it when they are away. However, the array of watches and jewelries are too tempting. She has pocketed 5 watches worth close to half a million in total, not to forget the diamond jewelries that weigh close to the weight of a small coconut.

    Then there are also the stacks of cash in the drawers. She estimate that she have ransacked close to a million dollar worth of cash and goods.

    Juliette plans to take them all, cross the border back to Malaysia and never returning again. The moment she makes it across, she will return to her home town, start a small business and live comfortably for the rest of her life. She walked along the walls filled with happy pictures of the beautiful couple living in the luxury apartment, life is so unfair she thought.

    They are the same age, and while the owner is living it up, she is stuck doing menial labor for a living. She looked at her own reflection in the mirror and compared her body to that of the property owner. They are about the same, she knew that in an intimate manner because Juliette will always put on the owner’s clothes when she is here. Sometimes, she just wants a few moment to feel what life could be life if the tables were turned.

    If the owners checked through her phone, she will lose her job immediately because it contained a folder of pictures. All of them of Juliette modelling in clothes that does not belong to her. That day however, Juliette was in no hurry to change out. She did not even clean the place, instead, she changed into the owner’s lounge clothes and have been lazing around the whole day, treating the house as her own.

    She is aware of the possibility of being caught for stealing but it was a risk she is willing to take. Before she could leave the house however, she needed to get rid of the bright orange uniform she arrived in. The uniform bearing the corporate colours of the company she works for. It looked like clothes prisoner wear. An orange Polo Tee and black track pants. She could not wear any of those fancy branded dresses too, those will attract too much attention. She needed something to blend into the morning crowd in the upmarket neighbourhood, and another set to cross the causeway.

    Juliette went through the wardrobe of the owners and found a set of old school uniforms and an idea crossed her mind. She will change into them and put her loot into a school bag. Then she will wait for a few more hours for day break and walk out like a student heading to school. No one will give her a 2nd look, the security guard will probably not question a student. Then when she is near the causeway, she will change out into a pair of jeans and t-shirt.

    Juliette took a shower, and changed into the uniforms, even putting on a fresh pair of socks and helping herself to a pair of branded sneakers.

    She looked at herself in the mirror and tied her hair up into a pony tail, chuckling at how good she looks as a school girl despite her 24 years of age.

    With time to kill, Juliette made herself some food and helped herself to the drinks at the bar. Without realising, Juliette worked her way through almost a full bottle of aged whisky while snacking on parma ham.High on alcohol and excited by the thought of retiring early, Juliette started prancing around in the house, admiring her own body dressed in the uniforms.

    She put on her bag and swirled around like a model doing cat walk, giggling and chuckling. Without realising where she was headed, Juliette walked into the private lift and while admiring herself through the glass mirror, hit the basement button.

    When the door opened shortly after, she staggered out drunk into the carpark.

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    Chapter #117

    After a night of clubbing and heavy drinking, James and wife spends the night in a hotel suite along with another couple. With impaired judgement, Larry walks into the wrong room, cuddles up with James’ wife and got naughty with his fingers.

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    My wife Sara and her bestie Jean have known each other since secondary school. They have a lot in common, both in preferences and hobbies. While Sara is a little more conservative, Jean is the total opposite. She is a party animal. Jean was the one who introduced my wife to the clubbing scene and they were sneaking into clubs well before 18.

    You just need to dress up right and look confident enough to get into clubs. Pretty babes often get through the bouncer, they are the magnets that draw men to spend in the establishment.

    Needless to say, when i got together with Sara, the first thing she did was to introduce me to Jean. There were plenty of couple dates, outings, and even the occasional holidays. Jean’s partner, Larry, is a very chill and cool guy. He’s very easy to talk to, very easy going. We hit it off well.

    When the four of us walk together, i must admit i’m rather proud to see the heads turn. Larry and i, we’re by no means some korean hunks or idol, we’re presentable, we dress well and we take care of our body. It’s the girls that are drawing most of the eyeballs.

    My wife Sara and her bestie Jean, they are of the same height at 1.63m. Bless with a pair of nice, long legs, they knew how to dress to bring out the best of their bodies.

    I will never forget that evening where my life was turned upside down. We made a date to hit the club after dinner, and then we will spend the night in a hotel suite before waking up to a nice breakfast buffet. Everything was set, we checked in, the girls took their time to change while we guys chilled with beer in the living area of the two bedroom suite.

    The two girls dressed sexily for the club. The usual thigh high leather boots ended just above their knees, with the hemline of their dress ending slightly above the knee. The dress hugged the hips and accentuated the breasts. The tightness of the dress meant cleavage was on display. Jean was wearing a red and pink colored dress, while Sara wore a black and blue one. Both dress had spaghetti straps, which showed off their shoulders and neck. The dresses were backless and the zipper were on the side, which meant you could see each other’s spine and the curve of their backs.

    Heads were already turning when we queued for a taxi by the hotel lobby. When we get to the clubs, the bouncer saw us and waved our group to the front of the queue, attracting stares of envy and bitterness from others in the long line.

    What can i say?

    Two beautiful babes in the prime of their life looking they way they do, things are bound to be a little unfair for the rest. In the clubs, men lined up to try their luck, only to turn away when they see Larry and i by the girl’s side.

    It’s inevitable. They were two young beauties in a room with a gazillion other beautiful young women. Each one vying for the attention and money of the men dancing and gyrating to the beat of the music.

    The dancing, the drinks and the music set the mood for a night of fun. We left the club at 2.30am and when we reached the hotel room, we were all rather tipsy and high. Instead of resting, Jean wanted to play some games and finish up the drinks she brought along. Half a dozen bottles of soju.

    James : Are you kidding?

    Jean : Don’t be weak leh James…

    Larry : That is a lot man.

    Sara : Ya…

    Despite our protest, Jean still manage to cajole us into playing drinking games. We will each need to finish at least a bottle, with the loser splitting the other two bottles.

    Now that Soju came with different flavours and i don’t really like them. Considering we already finished a tower of beer and a bottle of whisky among us at the club, i had enough for the night. Not wanting to be a wet blanket, i went along with the game but i cheated. When no one is looking, i emptied the soju into the sink and filled it with water.

    Just as luck would have it, i kept losing.

    Jean : JAMES! drink again! hahaha…

    I kept pouring the soju into the small plastic cups and tipping it into my mouth. I swallowed fast in order not to give the game away, i even hissed as if the liquid burnt my throat on the way down.

    Everyone drank, but i was the first to finish my bottle.

    Larry : hahah…another one, another one! hahah

    Jean opened the new bottle for me and i took a sip right off the bottle, tasting the soju that was too sweet for my liking.

    Sara : Dear you ok?

    James : I…i need to go toilet…

    Jean : ok…go go go. come back fast ah..

    No one suspected a thing as i repeated my trick, filling the bottle with water instead.

    Back to the game, it was Sara’s turn to keep losing and 30 minutes later, my wife finished 1.5 bottle while i was given the 3rd bottle.

    By then, everyone was too far gone to continue.

    Jean was adamant that i finish at least half of the 3rd bottle. I drank direct from the bottle but instead of swallowing, i spilled some from the side of my lips and i held the rest in my mouth before running to the toilet.

    Everyone chuckled and i heard my wife say i’m a goner.

    Sara : James need to puke already.

    I spat out the alcohol and somehow the reflux action hit me. I puke out a barrage of alcohol and bits of my dinner, triggering a smattering of laugh from the living room.

    Sara : alright, alright, let’s call it a night la…

    I told my wife to go ahead first while i sober up in the toilet.

    15 minutes later after i emptied my gut and saved my liver from alcohol poisoning, i was fully awaked. I walked out to see Larry sprawled on the living room floor while Jean is lying in the room still in her clubbing clothes.

    I walked into my room and saw my wife with one boot on her and the other thrown onto the side of the bed. She was already gone. I was about to climb into bed when i saw the puke stains on my shirt. It smells bad and i struggled to remove it. When i did, i saw more bits on my body and i just settled onto the sofabed by the side.

    I don’t know why, but i was just too lazy to move. I struggled to remove my pants but end up just lying on the sofa bed. My eyes was about to close when i heard some commotion.

    The lights were all off but i could clearly see a figure staggering into the bedroom.

    It was Larry.

    He climbed onto the bed where my wife was and i could hear Sara groan as Larry cuddled up with her.

    Sara : ernghhh dear…don’t want…

    Don’t want? why would my wife say don’t want?

    My heart almost stopped beating as my eyes adjusted to the dark and i saw what Larry was doing.

    He spooned my wife from behind and has lifted her right leg over his right while facing me. And his hands.

    No his fingers.

    His fingers lifted my wife’s black dress up, exposing her black panty, and i saw the unmistakable movement of Larry stroking my wife’s vagina.

    I thought i will jump up off the sofa bed to scream at Larry, i thought i will get up and remind him of the mistake. That he is in the wrong room. That he is touching my wife Sara, hot his wife Jean.

    However i find myself keeping as still as a statue.

    My body was frozen in shock at what i am seeing.

    Larry’s hand was rubbing up and down my wife’s pussy, and like a robot with no emotions, i watched his hand go up until it appears that his middle finger is pushing into my wife’s slit.

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    Chapter #118

    *This is a non-erotic title*

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    When the capable, do it all secretary of a narcissistic entrepreneur decides to quit, chaos ensues.

    James wants to leave his job of 7 years to pursue a career in writing, but his boss finds it hard to let him go.

    ………..

    It’s 6am in the morning as James Lim parked the company car in the driveway of one of the luxury bungalows at Sentosa.

    While most of the people who work in an office are still asleep, James is already up and ready to start his day by 5am. On paper he works from 9am to 6pm but in reality he’s clocking between 16 to 18 hours a day.

    Entering the password to the 20 Million dollar bungalow with its private berth for a yacht, he switched on the lights in the living room and removed his leather shoes. Slipping into his pair of bedroom slippers, he walked quickly to the kitchen and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

    After donning an apron, he put the water to boil and checked the menu on the fridge. 5 minutes later he has eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove while he brews a pot of fresh coffee.

    Popping a slice of sourdough bread into the toaster, he begins to arrange the breakfast onto the serving tray, plating the food alongside with yogurt, fresh fruits and salad.

    After he is done with breakfast preparations, he looks at his Casio watch and nods, satisfied that he is on schedule.

    James brings the food up to the second floor of the large bungalow. He can see the light spilling out from under the door of the master bedroom.

    She is already awake.

    I’m sure you would have guessed by now that James is not the owner of this luxury bungalow. It belongs to his boss, Elene.

    At 28 years old, Elene is the CEO of the company she founded.

    Ebrandx.

    A multi-million dollar company that specialises in women’s clothing and accessories with factories in China, Vietnam and Cambodia.

    Her brand is carried internationally and she employs close to 300 employees in 8 cities.

    She started it all when she was just 21. Within a short span of 7 years, she has achieved much more than what the average girl her age does in a lifetime.

    Of course having a dad who is one of the few billionaires in Singapore helped too.

    Besides owning her own company, Elene is slated to take over the conglomerate from her father when he retires in less than 2 years’ time. In fact, she has already started to take on some of the responsibilities that her father threw to her.

    The bedroom door opened and Elene stepped out in her silk pyjamas. The expression on her face told James that the day is going to be a long one.

    Elene is one who would turn heads if you see her along the road. With sharp features that would put most modern day actresses to shame, Elene has that ice queen look that stabs shards of ice into men’s hearts when she stares at them.

    She hardly smiles but when she does, hearts melt and deals are quickly concluded.

    At 1.63m tall, Elene is blessed with an hourglass figure. She hardly works out but seems to always be able to keep herself looking fabulous through what others say is black magic.

    Elene has a nice pair of legs that when paired with a stunning pair of heels, belong on the runway at the top fashion capitals of the world.

    Everything about her is perfect. She can choose not to put on makeup and still knock the wind out of your lungs.

    Some people think she is a vase. Other people think she is nothing without her billionaire father.

    There’s nothing of that sort though. James knows.

    He knows how hard she works.

    Everyone sees only the glam on the outside. But how many people actually know that Elene keeps 18 hour days, 7 days a week?

    You can say all you like about Elene being a rich daddy’s girl without substance of her own but there is no way she could have come this far on just parental support alone. Besides there is only so much hand holding that your daddy can do.

    James knows that Elene has everything she has today purely through her sheer determination and hard work. He knows that because he was her first employee. The only one that stuck through with her despite her impossible to please attitude and unreasonable demands.

    Elene is well known in the industry to be difficult to work with.

    And for employees like James, she is impossible to work for.

    “JAMES!” Elene shouts as he sets the tray down at the balcony overlooking the infinity pool.

    “Morning boss.”

    “What time is my meeting with the board?“ She asked without looking up from her phone.

    “9.30am, in their office.”

    “Where is the file with the agenda? What did my father throw to me this time round?” She demanded as she bit into the toasted bread and dusted crumbs off her manicured fingers.

    “You brought it back from office last night; you said you want to read it before you sleep. It’s about the hotel site he bought at Orchard road..”

    “I didn’t have time to read it. Can you bring it to me?”

    “Right away.” James replied.

    Walking to Elene’s bedroom, James opened the door and fought back a sigh.

    How can such a beautiful woman live with such a mess in her room?

    From the entrance, he saw the file on her study table. But instead of charting a straight course to the table, he took a longer route, picking up worn underwear, damp sports bras, worn socks and workout tights from the floor before depositing them in the laundry basket.

    This is nothing new to James. He has grown accustomed to seeing the slob in Elene.

    3 years older than Elene, James has seen it all.

    He took the job because it offered him the highest pay back then. With only a diploma under his belt, this was the only job that was willing to pay him more than $2000 a month.

    He needed the money for his grandmother’s medical bills.

    When he first started working for Elene, he thought that she was a mad woman. On top of the verbal abuse, the long working hours and the crude comments and insults, James had to take care of Elene’s every need.

    From making coffee and tea, to making sure her clothes come back on time from the dry cleaners, to making reservation for her travel plans. Basically every damn thing that a secretary does.

    Initially, people eyed with him with curiosity. Why would a guy choose to do all that for Elene? Some think that he likes Elene and he wanted a shot at becoming the prospective son in law of a billionaire. But that could not be further from the truth.

    Some think that he’s sick, mentally that is. Some think that he is Elene’s boy toy, kept especially for when it comes to satisfying her needs, if you get what I mean.

    However, over time, everyone has come to respect him.

    This includes Elene’s billionaire father George.

    No one except James can put up with her shit.

    No one except James can put up with her narcissistic behaviour.

    No one except James can endure her verbal abuse, her insults, put on a straight face and still get things done.

    Not even Elene’s father.

    No one except James has access to Elene’s schedule and he is the one to look for if you want to meet Elene. He is slated to become the 2nd most powerful person in the company when Elene takes over in entirety.

    James finds it amusing that George has to call him in order to remind Elene to go home for reunion dinner on Chinese New Year’s eve.

    It was not all a bed of roses for James.

    The 1st two years were especially hard for James when he needed to juggle between work and taking care of his grandmother. She has since passed on but James still held on to his position.

    Why you ask?

    Because of the hospital bills chalked up over the years. Hundreds of thousands of dollars in bills. He has to pay it all off in order for him to truly be free.

    Picking up the file, he notices that Elene’s phone is plugged in but is not charging. He switches on the power and walks to her walk-in wardrobe. The lights came on automatically as he approaches and he opens her drawer of lingerie.

    “Monday… Board meeting…. Grumpy mood… Black it is.” He mumbles.

    Picking out a set of matching lace lingerie, James sets it down on the bench and selects 2 pant suits for Elene, hanging them up within her line of sight.

    Choosing and buying lingerie may not have been part of his job scope when James first started but over time his job scope gradually expended.

    Sure he’s getting a higher pay now, not to mention having a charge all you want credit card courtesy of the company but with great power, comes great responsibilities. Or in this case, great ‘shit taking’ capabilities.

    He hands the file to Elene who was biting down on a piece of papaya.

    “Shall I ask the day helper to come over today?“ James asks.

    “Ok.” Elene answered while flipping through the file.

    “I picked out your clothes in the walk in. Do you want me to run your bath?“

    “No need.”

    “Alright, I’ll clean up after you are done eating and wait for you by the car.“ He replies.

    Removing the apron, James brings the dishes to the sink and sends a text to the cleaning agency. They will have their staff come over in the afternoon for a few hours and the place will be as good as new when Elene comes back in the evening.

    After a 30 minutes wait, Elene walks out with her Himalayan Birkin purse and a pair of shades from Gucci.

    “How do I look?“ Elene asks, twirling around to show off the clothes that James had picked.

    “Absolutely amazing.” He answers with a straight face.

    “Excellent observation.”

    “The Wraith or the Phantom?“ James asked.

    Without bothering to reply James, Elene walks over to the Phantom.

    Getting into the driver’s seat, James starts the engine and within minutes, they were cruising down the expressway towards the board meeting.

    James parked at a dedicated lot in front of the office tower before opening the door for Elene. The guards and doormen upon seeing the heiress of the empire, all scrambled to look sharp.

    Elene had fired a guard just because his shirt was a little crumpled and had retired a director because he talked back to her.

    James put on his coat and walked 2 steps behind Elene with his tablet in hand and 3 phones in his pocket.

    One personal phone and 2 work phones. As he walked, he used his phone to place an order for a soy milk latte with an extra shot, topped with cinnamon powder to be delivered immediately. After sending the order, he looks toward the café that is attached to the office like a tumour that does not belong, catching the eye of the staff.

    The staff immediately started their preparations, knowing fully well that the subsidised rent they are receiving came from the grace of the princess that reigns here.

    A bronze letter E the size of a car hung embossed in the opulent lobby of the family’s building. E for the Eng family.

    Receptionists stood up and security uncles cleared the way for Elene as if the prime minister himself had just arrived in the building.

    Stepping into a private lift, James hit the button for the top floor after scanning his access card.

    “I want my coffee James.” Elene warned.

    “It will be on your table before the meeting starts.”

    When the private lift opened, the receptionists were on their feet.

    The managers stood by in case she needed anything.

    Elene walked straight into her father’s office. Without wasting a single second, she switched on his computer and immediately started replying the hundreds of emails she gets when she sleeps.

    James shut the door and he could feel everyone in the office heave a sigh of relief.

    No massive tantrum from the princess today.

    Turning to see the line of people coming towards him, he started with the operations director of EbrandX.

    “James, I need the operating budget for the new department Elene wanted signed off by today.” He said.

    “It’s done. I have sent the documents to finance.”

    “Oh thank you so much brother.“ He gave James a hug and promised to buy him lunch.

    Next in line was Brenda, the product manager who looked like she did not sleep the whole night.

    “James, James, there is an issue with the factory in Cambodia. Their output dropped 50% due to a fire in the warehouse. We cannot…”

    “Brenda… don’t tell her something like that, she will flip…” James said. “Send the orders to Vietnam and give Ngyuen a call.”

    James pulled up a contact card from his tablet and Brenda quickly took a photo.

    “Ngyuen’s team can do miracles….” James said.

    “What about the increase in cost?“ Brenda asked. “We’re looking at another 20% increase for this if Ngyuen does it.”

    “I’ll talk to Elene when she is in a good mood; just make sure her new line ships out on time.”

    “But..”

    “Brenda, look at me.” James said. “The new line…. Ships on time. Period. I’ll talk to Elene about the money.”

    “Oh thank you so much James!” Brenda said before giving him a tight hug.

    After fending off a few other colleagues demanding for Elene’s attention, James was surprised to see Nicole walking over to him. It’s not often that the COO, (Chief Operating Officer) of EbrandX has a favour to ask from him.

    Especially when Nicole is Elene’s BFF since Primary school.

    “James… how is she today? She in a good mood?“ Nicole asked.

    “George dumped a hotel on her and she is going to meet the board in 10 minutes.“ James said professionally. “She’s not in the best of moods today for bad news.”

    “Oh fuck this. Then I won’t tell her yet… Is her weekly spa appointment still on?“

    “Yes, tomorrow at 3pm. I suggest you meet her at the spa at 5pm if it’s bad news, at least she can take it after her massage.“ James offered.

    “Ok. sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow at the spa James…. it’s a bit of a bad news.“ Nicole said.

    “How bad?“

    “A hiccup I would say.”

    James waited to hear more. With Nicole, there is always more.

    “The CFO (Chief Finance Officer) just tendered her resignation.” Nicole said. “I was at HR within minutes but there’s no stopping her.”

    “Megan is leaving? Why?“ James asked in shock.

    “Her husband was diagnosed with cancer and the doctor gave him one year at the most.”

    “Oh my god.”

    “Yeah, I have a massive headache now and the last thing I need is for Elene to freak out on me when I break the news to her.” Nicole said as she started waving her hands in the air, asking aloud if anyone has stashed whisky secretly at their desk because she needs a drink.

    “Oh.”

    “Anyway, nevermind. I’ll do it after her spa tomorrow.” Nicole said as the lift door opened and James saw the café staff bringing in Elene’s coffee.

    It’s time for the board meeting. The board members are arriving and filing into the board room.

    James knocked on Elene’s door and she knew it’s time.

    Getting up from her seat, she walked over to James, took her coffee and entered the board room without a word.

    The heavy wooden door shut and James exhaled, thinking of how to bring up the conversation with Elene.

    After a bit of deliberation, James walked over to the HR department.

    He knocked on the door and saw Nicole speaking in a hushed voice to the HR director Cindy.

    “Yes James? Can I help you?” Cindy asked.

    “Yeah… you can.” He said.

    Pulling out an envelope from his coat jacket, James handed it to Cindy.

    “I’m tendering my resignation.”

    There was a moment of silence around the room.

    Then Nicole fainted, Cindy fell off her chair and the remaining HR staff in the office started screaming.

    “Fuck…” James mumbled under his breath.

    …………

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    Chapter #119

    James’ wife is suffering from memory loss and her therapist thinks she might have a way to help her regain her memory. That is to have sex with all the men who slept with her before she met James.

    ………..

    My wife and i were in a serious car accident several months back. Both of us had some broken bones but those will heal. I’m back on my feet after 5 months while my wife Lisa took 6 months to start walking again.

    While our body healed, my wife’s mind seemed to be stuck in a state when she was 18. She suffered a bad concussion and after regaining consciousness, she forgot everything after her 19th birthday.

    Lisa remembered her parents, her relatives and her friends who go back all the way to primary school. However, she has no recollection of me. She don’t remember the time we met in NUS, the times we spent together in the hostel.

    She forgot about our dating days, how we started work in the same company. Years of our lives got wiped out in an instance and she sees me as this weird, unfamiliar man trying to get close to her.

    Lisa had therapy, she took medication, but none of it helped until a particular therapist, Dr Juliette spent a couple of sessions with her.

    After the 3rd session, Juliette asked to speak with her family alone and everyone gathered in the office.

    Juliette : I’ve identified the trigger point to jolt Lisa’s memory. It’s going to sound bizzare but i tested it with her and she is starting to remember something.

    James : what is it? what can jolt her memory?

    Juliette sat back on her chair and adjusted her gold rim glasses, her look of impeccable professionalism never once left her face when she replied.

    Juliette : Lisa is triggered by orgasm…

    The room fell into an awkward silence and i could tell my in laws were too shock to even make eye contact with me.

    Juliette : To put it in simple english, i think having an orgasm will help Lisa jolt her memory. And it seemed she has been bottling up a lot of her emotions and past, that’s why there is this mental block…

    James : How do we help her?

    I asked.

    Juliette turned to me before saying that during the therapy session earlier, Lisa remembered something during her Junior college days.

    James : What did she remember?

    Juliette : She remembered her lecturer having sex with her…

    James: WHAT!

    I was the only one exclaiming and seeing how silent my in laws have become, i realised they must be keeping something from me.

    Juliette : Lisa remembers Mr Koh having sex with her but she cannot remember how, or why, or where. However she remembers she was told to meet him after class…and her mind seemed to encounter another block there…so…

    I stared at Dr Juliette sitting all prim and proper in her white coat as she crossed her legs and suggested something totally out of this world.

    Juliette : I believe if we can get Mr Koh to have sex with her, it will successfully help her regain her memory in parts…

    My jaws dropped an inch as i stared at the doctor.

    My in laws finally broke the silence and they asked for a moment alone with me.

    Juliette : Sure, i’ll leave you guys to talk.

    In the office, my father in law , Lyle, told me Lisa has a bit of a history growing up.

    Lyle : She was coerced to have sex with her Chemistry lecturer. And something sort of snapped…she went on to have sex with a few others…before she met you James…

    James : What?

    Lyle : Those are in the past…you made her whole again James…and i know my daughter loves you…you changed her life…

    My father in law unlocked his phone and gave me the link to a blog my wife kept.

    Lyle : The password is your anniversary date…She kept some details of her encounters in there…I hope you can help her overcome this…

    James : I…

    Lyle : James it’s your call…we can try other therapist, we can try other medication or treatment, but like you, i want my Lisa back.

    He gave me a tap on my shoulder and left me alone in Dr Juliette’s office.

    Juliette stepped back in and asked if i’m ok.

    James : so…to put it simply…there’s no telling if Lisa will remember anything after she has sex with Mr Koh…or whoever she had sex with before…am i right?

    Juliette: not 100% of course, but having worked with her on her masturbation earlier, i am confident it will jolt her memory. Just try to recreate the situation as close as it happened in the past. I think it will really help.

    James: ok…

    Juliette : We’re in a modern society James…don’t be stuck in with your traditional mindset of Chasity and purity. Women lose their virginity early nowadays…and how many men can truly claim they are the only man who has ever had sex with their wife in this day and age?

    James: But…i…

    Juliette : You want to help your wife? you find those men that has fucked her before you and you pray they want to fuck her again…

    James : I…

    Juliette : Look on the bright side.

    James : Which is?

    Juliette : Eventually as you work your way down the list, it will come to your turn…and if it works, you will have your wife back by then…

    I left the office and logged into the blog my wife kept in her younger days.

    The phone almost fell out of my hand when i looked at the entries detailing the men that had sex with her.

    There’s Mr Koh, her lecturer who coerced her into a hotel room. Then there’s Matthew, the water polo captain who forced himself on her in her bedroom during a group project meet. Mr Poh, who fingered her before creaming her in the office pantry during her internship.

    Then it’s me, where we made out in a staircase before having penetrative sex with Lisa bent over the railings.

    My heart was racing as i read the details of her sexual encounters before me.

    I called Dr Juliette the next day and asked her if she could help met set it all up. It would be good if she is present too since she is her therapist.

    Juliette : meet me in my office tomorrow, we’ll work something out together.

    James : ok…

    The next day, i waited patiently as Juliette read through Lisa’s web journal.

    Juliette did a google search for Mr Koh’s full name because it was recorded in my wife’s diary entry. From the results, she found a number where she could get in touch.

    Juliette : Hi Mr Koh…This is Dr Juliette from Mt J hospital…is it a convenient time to talk?

    Juliette has her way with words and i have to admit her charming ways and Lisa’s naturally good looks took barely any effort to convince Mr Koh to agree to what we want to do.

    He will fuck my wife again to help her regain her memory.

    Juliette hung up her phone and told me she will get in touch with the others while i prepare the meet between Lisa and Mr Koh.

    James: what do i have to prepare?

    Juliette : Room in the same hotel, and she was wearing her Junior college uniforms then. So go get your hands on a set of those.

    I left the office in a daze.

    Making my way to my wife’s ward, i looked through the panel to see her with her headphones on and rocking to some music as she fiddled with a pen.

    I want my wife back, and if it means watching her get fucked again by other men, i’ll do it.

    I mean, it’s not too bad right? It’s just 3.

    I’m sure other women have higher body count by the age of 25. Right?

    Right?

    …………..

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    Chapter #120

    A flash of your bottom is all it takes to unleash something primal.

    …….

    It was during a secondary school camp when Benjamin accidentally bared his bottom to a female teacher while changing. Miss Kang happened to walk into the classroom and saw something that she shouldn’t have.

    Benjamin quickly got dressed of course, apologizing for not changing in the bathroom instead but Miss Kang was not the least upset with him. In fact, she had this warm smile that chilled Benjamin’s bone.

    Miss Kang, the darling of his secondary school. Miss Christine Kang. The one teacher that never failed to attract the eyeballs of any boys going through puberty.

    Benjamin should have been down in the field along with the rest of his friends but because he had a fall and scraped his knee, the teacher in charge asked him to take a break. Instead of just sitting by the field and watching the rest of the games go on, Benjamin asked to go change and wash up ahead of the rest.

    No one was supposed to be in the classroom and definitely not another female teacher.

    Benjamin frantically pulled on his pants as Miss Kang walked towards him, her eyes transfixed at his bottom.

    Miss Kang just turned 30 and is slated to go on leave in 2 weeks time. She’s going to get married to another teacher in the same school. Benjamin always liked the silk blouses that Miss Kang wears, especially when they seem to plaster against her ample boobs.

    Miss Kang always wears her hair in a high pony tail. Her youthful look, the tight bandage skirts she likes to wear, coupled with her amazing collection of high heels made her the object of fascination among Benjamin’s classmates.

    In fact, Miss Kang’s image was the one thing in Benjamin’s head when he started exploring masturbation. The first time he ejaculated, he was groaning with her face in his mind, picturing him unload his load onto her face.

    “Benjamin…” Miss Kang said.

    “Yee.. yes ? “ He replied, quickly adjusting his top as he stared at his teacher with hair still wet from his recent shower.

    “I like your bottom.” She said with a smile that Benjamin could not decipher.

    “what ? “

    Miss Kang took Benjamin by his arm and led him to a staff toilet accessible only by key.

    “what is going on cher? What is it? “ Benjamin asked.

    Before he could wrap his mind around what is happening, Benjamin is sitting down on the toilet seat with Miss Kang down on her knees.

    Miss Kang unzipped his pants and removed his fresh pair of boxers. Benjamin’s erection sprung up immediately. Overwhelmed with confusion and fear, Benjamin watched in horror as his teacher put a finger to her lip, asking him to keep quiet.

    However, when he felt Miss Kang’s lips on the tip of his growing penis, Benjamin realized it can be really hard to keep quiet when you are on the receiving end of your very first blow job.

    Christine could not explain that feeling when she accidentally saw Benjamin’s bottom. It woke something really primal inside her. She needed to touch it, she wants to worship it.

    Seeing the penis of her student in front of her, she could not resist taking it into her mouth even though she knew it was wrong.

    As she proceed to give Benjamin a blowjob, she sucked and caressed his testicles while her student fought back groans of pleasure. The more she sucked, the more aroused she gets.

    “Miss Kang…arghh..Miss Kang… what are you doing ? aeghhh!” Benjamin moaned as he held onto the walls of the cubicle for support.

    Christine is too far gone in her trance to notice her student’s pleas. She kept sucking, slurping up the precum that is oozing out from his young penis. He taste so good, even better than her husband. She has never liked giving blowjobs but somehow, she finds herself craving for it right now.

    Confused and afraid, Benjamin kept asking his teacher to stop but she sucked harder with greater intensity.

    “no… no… no… Miss Kang… no.. arghh..arnghh..argh!”

    Inexperienced and unsure of the ways of the adults, Benjamin came into his teacher’s mouth.

    Christine sucked and milked Benjamin dry of every drop, swallowing his semen eagerly as she cleaned up his penis with her mouth, a privilege act that she does not even perform on her own husband.

    Benjamin’s knees weakened as he watched his teacher got up on her feet. She panted for air and adjusted her hair and bearing.

    “If you tell anyone about this… you will be dead… you hear me ? “ Miss Kang threatened.

    Benjamin nodded in fear as his teacher released him from the cubicle with a sharp jerk of her chin.

    Christine looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her blouse. Tapping her cheek, she cursed at herself, thinking that she must be mad to do such a thing to her student.

    She could not understand what happened, it’s like seeing Benjamin’s bottom triggered something. It made her lose control.

    Benjamin ran back to his friends, too afraid to say a word of it.

    It’s going to be a while before he discovers that his bottom is special.

    And it’s going to unlock a world of pleasure for a simple boy like him.

    ……

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