Fatal Seductions

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Not sure whether have you bros read up on this story that I came across by Douglas Lee. Will rate it a nice erotica story. So here sharing with you guys. Those who are impatient for each installments, please support to buy the book then. Not sure whether is it still available in the market, but you can try search for it at Popular. I will be sharing each chapter whenever I am free and also training up on my typing skills. Pls comment also whether should I continue else it will just seem too boring.

Chapter One (1)

For Steve, he contracted the HIV in Bangkok, Thailand.
Where he caught the disease was not important. What was important was how.

She was pretty, sexy. and her skin was fair, unlike the others. She was wearing a yellow T-shirt and a very tight, very short, denim skirt.
Swinging her hips as she walked, she kicked off her shoes carelessly, her actions more provocative than cumbersome. She knelt in front of Steve and pressed her soft breasts lightly against his tights. Her perfume was floral, sweet, and delicious.
Steve took out his wallet from his back pocket. dug out a wad og bahts, flipped through the Thai currency, then extracted several notes and waved them before their dark eyes. She snatched the money and started counting. Her eyes widened when she finished.

"A little bonus," Steve said.
"Bonus?" She repeated innocently.
"Yes, bonus," Steve cupped her left breat. It was small but surprising full. She could not be more than eighteen.
He plucked the small translucent square packet from her fingers and said, "I don't want to use this."
With a flick, the packet spun and disappeared behind him.

"No, no." The girl shook her head, her long hair swinging. teasing his thighs. " You no use, I no want."
Steve stared at her dark beautiful eyes. Innocent. Hard to convince. They betrayed no secrets. He pulled another few notes from his left hand and caressed her chin.

He said, "I don't like to use. I'll give you more bonus."
"No. AIDS! AIDS!"
"I don't have AIDS. I'm safe. That's why I chose you. Because you are also safe."
He waited for her response, and finding that she was about to shake her head, he lifted two more notes from his left hand. "Just for me."

"No. No condom. I no want."
Steve added two more notes to his right hand. The amount was not twice what she had asked for in the bar.
"No. You keep money. I give u good time." She said. She ran her fingers up his thighs, stopping near his crotch.

Two more notes were added.
"I make you feel good. You like...."
Two more.
"Okay," she gasped. She took the money from his right hand, and before he could respond, she snatched the remaining notes from his left hand. "You give me this too."

Steve smiled and replaced his wallet into his pants. Fool! I could have given you twice as much.
He bit her breast gently through her T-shirt. She groaned. He slid his hand under her skirt. She groaned louder. The way he wanted.

[kingcopa]

Nice story. Got part 2. finish both liao

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Originally Posted by kingcopa

Nice story. Got part 2. finish both liao

Bro kingcopa, maybe you can post on part 2? Hee I will follow through as your reader.

[kingcopa]

Nah.... i hate typing such long post.

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Originally Posted by kingcopa

Nah.... i hate typing such long post.

=(

Anyway here comes next installment.

Chapter 1 (2)
Kang was watching the in-house video which was showing Black Rain when the moans pierced through the thin wall that separated his room from his colleague’s.
The moans, although muffled, clearly indicated the activity going on next door.

He should have listened to Steve’s advice earlier.
Now, sitting alone on the bed, his wife hundreds of kilometers away, her belly bulging with their first child due in a week, Kang felt his starving passions gnawing again.
He had not had sex for the past few months. It might injure the baby, she had said, and it would be another month maybe plus another two weeks, before he could satisfy his desire again.

He did not know if he could wait that long.
The moans next door grew louder.

“They are really good,” Steve had said when they were down in the bar for a beer after dinner. The three piece band was churning out bad renditions of oldies. “Cheap too. And they’ll do anything you want.”

Anything? Including what my wife would never do?
“Anything.” Steve repeated as if he had read Kang’s mind.
“But what about AIDS?” Kang, too did not like to use the condom.
“That, my friend, is not a problem. All you have to do is to find the clean ones. You have to pay more, of course.”

Kang was tempted, but thinking of his wife whom he had sworn to be faithful, and thinking of his wife whom he had said it was going to be a boy after the ultra-sonic scanning… who would arrive soon, he remained adamant.
Steve asked the waiter to recommend some of the better girls. After interviewing and rejecting a dozen, he finally selected one who insisted that he used the condom.
“That’s how you know whether she’s clean or not,” Steve said.

The hooker had wanted to introduce her friend, also “clean,” to Kang, but Kang politely declined.
When he heard Steve moan, Kang leaped out of his bed, tucked in his shirt neatly and went out of his room.
Twenty minutes later, he returned with the other “clean” hooker.

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Chapter One (3)

Vicky tightened her grips on his huge shoulders, ground her teeth and then screamed.
“Oh, you’re good.” the man gasped.
Vicky smiled. Another satisfied customer.
This man called Steve was stupid. He had paid her more than ten times what she could have earned the whole night. She would not mind if he wanted another round, or more.
The man rolled off and snored. Vicky, not her real name, but a name she had used since one American Marine had called her that, and had since become very popular among the Americans, rested her cheek on his chest and stroked his arm lightly.

Business had been bad for the past few months, especially after the AIDS scare.
Vicky was not worried about the risk of getting AIDS. That’s a possibility, yes, but she doubted that she would be that unlucky one. There are thousands of girls out there, and not many had caught AIDS. The possibility of her getting AIDS? Very remote.

Smiling to herself as she closed her eyes, exhausted, she thought of the new clothes she would buy after stashing some away for rainy days. She thought of how easily she had conned this man, who must have thought he was really smart, who didn’t know that she had faked her orgasm, who didn’t know that she could have slept with him, like she had slept with many others, for much much less, and without insisting that he wore the condom.

Chapter One (4)

Kang closed his eyes and almost groaned aloud when Mai squeezed him through his pants while she pecked his chest, slowly moving downwards.
He thought of his wife. Sorry, Martha. I can’t resist anymore.
He thought of the son he was going to have. He had great plans for him. His son would excel in various sports: badminton, squash, tennis and basketball, or soccer, if he turned out to be short, like him. They would fish, hike and camp together. With a daughter, he could not have so much fun. A daughter would only bring him more worries. Like whether she would know how to keep her legs closed.

His pants slid down his thighs. Opening his eyes, he saw Mai reaching to pull down his briefs. He stood up suddenly and knocked the girl down clumsily. Muttering apologies, he pulled her up with one hand and pulled up his pants, with the other.
“It’s okay. Never mind. Just keep the money.” He said as he ushered the bewildered girl out of the room.

[whitegals]

His book ok lah, both of them, but I dunno whether is it he published the books himself, like got no proofreader liddat, I found a lot of spelling mistakes in the 2 books.

[bigmannow]

This Douglas Lee wrote this book a long time ago.. our public library don't have this book though.. i check before

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Whitegals: Yup, I also spotted some spelling mistakes. Here's the next and it also spells the end of chapter One.
Bigmannow: Yup and that was why I am sharing it here.

Chapter One (5)
The man from Singapore had sex with her again in the middle of the night, then once more early in the morning before he rushed to the airport to catch the plane. Both times, she performed superbly, making the man very satisfied that he gave her the rest of his Thai currency…almost a third of what he had given her last night.
Now sitting in the waiting room at the Government clinic for her weekly checkup, Vicky flipped through the pages of the local papers, still thinking of her good fortune.
The door to the doctor’s office opened and the nurse beckoned her in. She stood up and walked into the office, flaunting her brand new pair of tight jeans at the other prostitutes in the room.

The doctor was a young bespectacled man, a man with no nonsense, and apparently, no desire for woman. Must be gay. Vicky had thought a couple of times.
The doctor placed the familiar brown dog-eared file on the desk and spoke in Thai. “Your test results arrived yesterday. It’s positive. You have contracted HIV. I’ll advise you to refrain . . .”
Vicky was no longer listening. She was no longer thinking of the color TV she was going to buy later that day.

HIV??? That means AIDS! It couldn’t be true, she told herself repeatedly. There are thousands of girls out there. Why me?

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Chapter Two (1)
Magdelene stood outside Gate 17 with her pregnant sister, Martha. At noon on Sunday, the Singapore Changi Airport was not that crowded, especially after the opening of the new Terminal Two.
Her brother-in-law soon stepped through the sliding doors. With him was the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen.

Kang introduced him as Steve, his colleague, and mentioned that he was giving Steve a lift home.
Magdelene’s heart skipped a beat. All those sensational feelings those romance novelists described were real after all. Her heartbeats quickened, her cheeks flushed, her speech lost. She was suddenly conscious of how she looked. Was her hair messy? Was her face powder too light. Making her face too pale? Was her lipstick fading? Did she dress right?
Was she sexy enough?

Steve was a hunk of a man. His dark eyes radiated his charm, his lips full and yet masculine, his body well sculptured. In short, he had a face like Tom Cruise, and a body like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Magdelene was glad she did not have to join in their conversation as they walked to the car. Walking in front of him was difficult enough, especially when she could feel his eyes on her.

As she piloted the Toyota Cressida along the Pan island Expressway, keeping in the middle lane, and the needle of the speedometer slightly below eighty, she though of how it was like to be held by such a hunk.
“. . . you get your license?”
Steve was talking to her.
“Sorry?” Magdelene said. She regretted not paying attention. But isn’t that what falling in love do to you? I’m not falling in love.
“When did you get your license?”
“Two months ago.”
“Two months?” His deep voice sang. “Two months and you can drive so well?”
“My dad makes me drive every week.” Magdelene said. Her cheeks were reddening again. “So that I would not get rusty.”

“Don’t distract her, Steve,” her sister cut in from behind. “She’s still not used to the busy roads yet.”
“No problem,” Steve said. “Anyway you have an expert sitting beside her. But I don’t think she needs my help. She drives beautifully. And furthermore, I think she drives better than Kang.

Magdelene could feel her heart melting.
“Hey you’re in my car now, you know,” Kang said from behind. “If you don’t know who to compliment, I think you better get off.”
“Want me to pull over here?” Magdelene joined in.
“No need to. He can jump off,” said her brother-in-law.
“Oh no please. Don’t make me jump. I didn’t mean what I said. I will take back my words,” said Steve. He began to mimic the noise of a tape being rewound.

He’s so talented, thought Magdelene.
“If you guys don’t want to live, that’s your business. Don’t forget I’m carrying another life with me,” cried Martha.
Silence followed. Although there was air-conditioning in the car, they could still feel the tormenting heat outside. It is always hot in March.

Steve broke the silence by asking how Martha was getting on with the baby, and commending how great she was to experience true womanhood and the joy of bringing a new life into the world. He really knew how to say the right things at the right time. No wonder he was a salesman, and a very successful one too.

Steve worked with Kang in the same insurance firm. This year, the top ten salespersons in their agency were awarded with a short trip to Thailand. Martha would have joined Kang if not for her advanced stage of pregnancy.

The Toyota sedan stopped at the gates outside Green Peaks at Farrer Road. On seeing Steve, the security guards waved them through.
Green Peaks was one of the many new private condominiums in Singapore. Beside the usual private carpark, private tennis and squash courts, and a private Olympic size swimming pool, its unique beauty was the tiny gardens on top of the two twenty-storied blocks.

Magdelene wondered how his apartment looked like. Was it untidy? Like most bachelors’? Or was it kept tidy, with space-age furniture and designs? How many girls had visited his apartment already? How many had slept in his bed? He’s not that type.
“Thanks Maggie,” Steve said. He was bending outside the car, smiling at her.
He calls me Maggie.
No one had ever called her Maggie; it was either Magdelene or Mag.

She wanted to say “You’re most welcome” but her lips refused to obey. She smiled in acknowledgment and was sure that he had noticed how red her face was. Even if she did, he did not embarrass her by mentioning it, not the way her aunts and uncles always did.

“You better stay away from Steve,” Martha said as they travelled along Bukit Timah Road to Kang’s home in Bukit Batok. “He’s a womanizer. Ask your brother-in-law. Tell her about Steve, Kang.”
“Your sister is right” was all Kang said.
Magdelene did not dislike her sister. They were quite close and they had shared secrets together. But this was one of those times when Magdelene felt that her elder sister was lecturing her. She did not care what her sister had said. Even if Steve was really a womanizer, she knew she could change him if he decided to woo her.

If only he wanted to woo her.

[enzer88]

Hope this story is fictional......

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Enzer88: I not sure if this story is real or fictional. Maybe you can ask the author.

Chapter Two (2)
At eight the next morning, on the 9th of March, many dream makers were already heading to their offices, hoping that one day, they would achieve their dream: a private property worth over a million dollars. Steve, who was already more than halfway to that dream, parked his car beside Kang’s at this early hour.

Like most of the rest of the staff who had gone to Bangkok, he had taken two days’ off. At this early hour, he was usually still in bed even if he was working.
Today was special.
Deep inside, the urge for conquest, the urge for success, roused again. He was already successful in his own way. Having been the top regional salesperson for the past two years, and getting a five figure salary most months, he would have found life dull and meaningless if not for his private dreams.

He too wanted a bungalow, but not now. His expensive condo was good enough for the time being, and with his yellow two-door Lotus Esprit, probably the only model left in Singapore… a sports-car which had been scratched and punctured several times by jealous observers…. He had no problem in getting female companions.
Almost never a problem. Even though he had flashed his credit cards around, some women…. Stupid, stubborn, and don’t-know-what-they-are-missing…. Still rejected his advances. But that was what made life interesting.
At least there were challenges.

The greater the challenge, the greater the excitement, the greater the sexual appetite.
Challenge, excitement, and sex. The formula that kept him alive.
Magdelene was the next target.
Young, with strict upbringing, and definitely still a virgin, she would be no easy prey, especially with a nosy sister.
He hoped she would be no easy prey.

The lift door rumbled open on the ninth floor. Steve walked slowly out, took off his Ray-Bans and swung them with his hand. He stopped at the door where an old cross hung above the worn out sticker that read JESUS LOVE YOU.
He pressed the doorbell.

A little later, the door opened and Kang appeared.
“Steve,” he said, “I didn’t expect you to be so early.”
“Have to see a client.” Steve smiled and looked over Kang’s shoulders. Magdelene was sitting on the sofa, putting on her socks. His passion ached at the sight of his new challenge. He continued, “I’m here to pick my filo.” The one he had “accidentally” left in Kang’s car yesterday.
“Give me a second to get it. Come on in,” Kang said.
Steve stepped in and scanned the living room. Good. That bitch is not around. Probably still sleeping. Magdelene looked up and smiled at him as she pulled her skirt over her knees.

“Hi , Maggies.”
“Hi, Steve.” Even her voice turned him on.
“Going to college?”
“Yeah”
Her smile was so sweet. Like her sister, Magdelene had assets that many girls envy.
“Where’s your college?”

Before she could answer, Kang appeared from his bedroom with the leather diary.
“Thanks, Kang,” Steve said, taking his filofax from Kang. “Listen, why don’t I give Maggie a lift? Since I’m already here.”
“Which way are you going?” Kang asked.
Turning to her, Steve asked, “Where’s your college?”
“Sunset Way.” She said as she bent to pick up the stack of books. Steve almost gasped.
Challenge, excitement, sex. That’s life!
“I’m going to Orchard. It’s on my way. It’s no problem.”
That’s great,” Kang said, obviously happy because he looked so sleepy. He could use another hour or two of sleep.

“Kang!” Martha appeared at the doorway of the bed-room, her hair in a mess, as if a herd of mad shoppers had just trampled on them. She was wearing a sweater over her long nightgown which bulged at the belly like a balloon going to burst any moment. “Kang, you better send Maggie yourself. Steve is busy. He’s going to see his client.:
“It’s no trouble. Really,” Steve said, smiling at the woman. Bitch!

“Thank you, Steve,” said Martha. “But my dad is real fussy. When I said my husband will send my sister to college, he expects my husband to send her to college. And not anyone else.”
“I understand,” Steve said, still smiling. “See you all then. Thanks again Kang. Bye, Maggie. Bye Martha.” Bitch!

He stole another glance at Magdelene before he hurried out of the flat.
Fifteen minutes later, the Esprit was gliding outside Clementi Junior College at Sunset Road, relishing the “oohs” and “aahs” from the students: the males oohing at the slick vehicle: the females aahing at the sleek driver.

Steve parked his car behind a dark blue Honda Civic in Sunset Lane, where his vehicle was well hidden and yet could see the entrance of the college. Leaving the engine purring and the air-condition breezing, he laced his fingers behind his head and listened to Going Home.
After Kenny G had performed Going Home three times from his CD, the beige Toyota Cressida appeared.

Steve sat up and saw the passenger door of Kang’s car opened and a pair of slender legs popped out, the thighs squeezing modestly. The beautiful girl danced out of the Toyota, waved at her brother-in-law, and then turned around, her hair, in ponytail, swung lasciviously around. She stopped and stared at Steve.
Damn! She had seen him.
His mind went overtime to manufacture and excuse.

Magdelene skipped two steps forward and stopped in front of two other girls wearing the same uniform. Then she turned and walked through the gates with them.
Steve left out his breath noisily and pressed the “pause” button of the Sony players, cutting Kenny G off in the middle of his saxophone solo.
He though of his next move.

[MojoFixes]

yeah. steamy post bro..

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Chapter Two (3)
When Kang went to work on Wednesday, he felt free, as if he was just released from a two-day hijack.
His wife was in one of her foulest moods.
Pre-natal syndrome? Was there such a thing? He did not know. But it was certainly worst than the pre-menstrual syndromes.
Nag, nag, nag. That was all she did. Everything he said or did seemed wrong.

The first night he returned from Bangkok was okay. That was probably because Magdelene was staying with them, and Martha did not want to make scene.
The following morning, after he had sent Magdelene to her college, he thought he could catch another hour or two of sleep. Martha was already awake when he stepped into the flat. The moment he lay on the bed, she started to complain that all he did was sleep. He did not have any compassion for her at all, did not understand the burden of carrying their child for the last nine months, and did not seem to care for her. All he could think of was sleep, sleep, sleep, instead of helping her prepare meals, do the laundry, vacuum and mop the floor.

Nine months ago, Kang had wanted to employ a maid, but she had politely refused, saying that she wanted to experience complete motherhood, without any assistance, so that she could become a whole woman, just like the Martha in the Bible.
Obviously, she had forgotten everything she had said.
On Tuesday, she had somewhat cooled down after her afternoon nap. Kang, because he had missed her for the past few days, embraced and kissed her affectionately.
That sparkled another outburst.

She claimed that he had been unfaithful to her while in Bangkok. Kang had almost confessed when he thought she knew about the hooker he had paid for but didn’t sleep with. But not even Steve knew that. Martha insisted that with Steve around, that “no good womanizer”, Kang would fall into temptation. Even if he had not visited a prostitute, he must have seen some dirty shows. And that would stir him to have lewd thoughts, which was just the same as committing adultery, according to the Bible.

Now, Kang was glad he was in the office again.
He stared at Cynthia. She was preparing a quotation for his client. Wearing a light blue long-sleeved blouse and a light blue skirt, she was pretty but too skinny for his taste. Kang had always treated her with respect although there were some brief periods of adoration. Strictly adoration. No lewd fantasies.

Earlier while he was giving Cynthia the relevant details of his client to prepare the quotations, he had noticed that she was not her usual cheerful self. Her eyes were red, a result of long periods of crying. Kang knew why.
Steve was the problem.

Cynthia had been going out with Steve for the last three months, and she had often confided with Kang how madly in love she was. Kang had wanted to tell her to slow down her feelings but did not know how to. Two weeks ago, Steve had stopped seeing her, and she had been upset since.
Cynthia rose, walked to his table and handed him the quotations, her eyes avoiding his.

“Thanks,” Kang said.
She nodded and was about to turn when Kang asked, “Is everything all right?”
She smiled weakly. “Yes,” she replied, her voice dry and hoarse. She stood in front of Kang’s desk, looking down and her hands that were clasped in front of her shirt.
“Cynthia,” Kang started, not really knowing what to say. “I know what has happened. It’s nobody’s fault. Life must go on. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here anytime.”

She continued to stare at her hands, her long hair framing her sorrowful but pretty face. It hurts Kang to see her cry.
He said, “Sometimes, it’s better to talk to someone of the opposite sex. They see things differently.”
“Thanks, Kang,” she replied. She returned to her desk and covertly wiped off her tears.
Sometimes, it’s better to talk to someone of the opposite sex.

Didn’t he himself need to talk to someone about the problems he had with Martha? In the past, he had talked to Steve. All Steve did was lend a listening ear. And that did not help much.
He had to talk to someone of the opposite sex.
They see things differently.
Kang sighed. He did not have many female friends. The only few female friends he really knew were less than a handful: Magdelene, Serene, Cynthia and Martha.

Magdelene was too young to understand his problems.
Serene, the other clerk in his office, was not gregarious.
Cynthia was having problems of her own.
Martha was the problem.
Having lewd thoughts is just the same as committing adultery, Martha had said.
Kang wished he had slept with that prostitute.

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Chapter Two (4)

The following week, Monday, at 4:43 in the afternoon, Steve parked his Esprit in the same spot where he had parked a week ago.
He had done his homework.
He would make his move today.

He had befriended a group of boys who were admiring his car. He took each for a spin around the Sunset Estate, making some fast, but superbly controlled, ninety degrees corners with the deft skills 0f Aryton Senna, the Formula One Champion. After discovering that one of the boys in the group was in the same class as Magdelene, he persuaded the thrilled boys to part with their time-tables, explaining how he missed the school days, and collecting them would bring back old memories.

According to the time table, Magdelene would be completing her last class in two minutes’ time, and she would appear at the school gates soon.
Steve leant back, laced his fingers behind his head, and tapped his foot to the rhythm of Going Home.

Last Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, he had gone out with Lay Hong and had spent over two hundred dollars on jeans and T-shirts for her, although she had insisted she could not accept such expensive gifts from him.
“It’s nothing,” Steve had said after paying for another pair of Giordano Blues on Wednesday evening. “For the girl I love, I’ll do anything to make her happy. And Princess, when you are happy, I’m happy.”

After dinner, he drove her to Mount Faber, and while Kenny G provided the soft background music, Steve whispered, “Princess, you are so beautiful that even the moon is afraid to appear in full tonight.”
“Tonight is not chup-Gor or Chway-it, of course, the moon is not full,” Lay Hong said.
“That’s why. With a pretty girl like you around, the moon only dares to appear full twice a month.”

Lay Hong threw her head back and laughed. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a tight pair of jeans which he had bought the previous night. She stopped laughing when she noticed Steve staring into her eyes. He leant forward, and when she did not flinch, he leant some more until their lips touched.

Steve met Lay Hong while taking his dinner one evening at Cuppage Centre, and had shared the same table although there were some empty ones around. Lay Hong was a production worker in a factory in Toa Payoh, and they had been going out for three weeks now.
On that Wednesday night, Steve decided to invade further. He moved his lips down her chin, around her neck and started to nibble her ear lobes. She was breathing heavily. Good.
“I love you so much,” Steve whispered into the moist ear lobes. His hand was on her waist. He could feel the stiff edge of her bra.
“I love . . . you too.” She had to struggle to pant out her last two words. Steve dug his head into her neck, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her sweet perfume as he slid his right hand up and squeezed her left breast. Immediately, he felt both her palms on his chest, trying to push him away.

“Don’t,” she whispered.
“I love you, Princess.” Steve continued to lick her neck as he massaged her breast.
She grabbed his hand from her breast and pushed it away.
“No, don’t.”
“Please, don’t stop,” Steve begged. “I need you.”
“I can’t,” She leant against the door, keeping herself as far away as possible from him.
Don’t you love me?”
“I do, but….”
“Then let me express my love to you.”
“I can’t, Steve.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry.” Her eyes were staring as if in horror.

The attempt had failed. The prey was frightened. He had to back off. But not without a last desperate attempt.
He bent his head, as if ashamed of what he had done.
He said, “I-I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean t. I .. . . . “ He paused deliberately. “I just can’t help it. It’s just . . .” I don’t know if you understand. I’m going twenty-nine soon, and I’m still a virgin.”

Lay Hong stroked his hair the way she would pet a dog. “Steve, honey,” she said. “I’m just not ready. Please understand.”
Steve waited for Kenny G to finish the chorus before he lifted his head and spoke sadly, “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to do that. Let me take you home.”
After he had sent Lay Hong home, he called Pearl.

It’s was ten minutes past five and Magdelene had not appeared at the gates.
Was there any exit, maybe a small gate at the back, or maybe a hole in the fence, where the students took a short-cut to the bus-stop.
Maybe she was doing tutorials with her study group. Or maybe she was having a drink with her girl friends in the canteen, trading the latest gossips of who’s going with whom, and who’s sleeping with whom. Or maybe she was strolling along the running tracks with one of the schools’ handsome hunks.

A thin film of jealousy rose as he pictured Magdelene walking beside another boy. But she wouldn’t go out with any of the boys. No male in the college had dated her yet,
“She’s a snob,” that’s what the boys he befriended said.
Steve decided to wait a little longer.
The CD player made a soft click and then the intro of the Going Home began.
He thought of Magdelene, of how she looked. He had to see Pearl again tonight.

Pearl was recommended by one of Steve’s clients who insisted that he should try her services.
“Sure, she’s clean,” his client had said when Steve enquired while they were having beer in a lounge at Apollo Hotel. “But there’s a catch. You have to use rubber. Otherwise she won’t entertain.”
“Where got fun like that?” Steve had asked.
“Why don’t you call her and find out?”
Steve had, and he was glad.

Last Wednesday, after sending Lay Hong home, he had gone to Pearl’s apartment. The door opened and there she was, clad in black lingerie that exposed her long slender legs and her white cleavage. Pearl did not have large breasts, like Magdelene’s. Hers were just slightly above average, medium rare – they had laughed at that crude joke.

By the time they had finished the shower together. Steve could not resist anymore. He pushed her on the large bed.
“Wait, protection,” Pearl said.
“ Come on,” Steve groaned, “you know I don’t like to use that.”
“I know, but I don’t want risks.”
“I’m safe. You’re the one who deflowered me, remember?”
“You try once lah? I guarantee you still like it.”
“It doesn’t make me feel manly. You understand? Come on. I cannot tahan already.”

As Steve leant forward, Pearl rolled around and tried to crawl away but he caught her from behind,
“Please, I’ll give you another hundred,” Steve begged.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Give me one hundred and fifty and I give you special.”
“Okay. What?”
“This.” Without turning around, she guided him in.

After he had dressed up, he gave Pearl the extra hundred and fifty dollars.
“Animal,” Pearl said as she took the three fifty dollar notes.
“You’re a real bitch,” Steve said as he pinched her soft behind.
She smiled. “And you, a real animal.”
“Bye.”
“Call me soon, okay? Animal?”
“Only if you don’t insist on the condom again.”
“Okay, okay. You know you are the only one who don’t want to wear condom?”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way and I’ll call you more often.”
“Really?”
“Really, bitch.”
“Animal. Only animals don’t wear condoms.”
Steve laughed and left.

Steve stopped smiling when two CJC girls walked past and gave him a weird look. He looked at his watch. Twenty-seven past five. Magdelene must have left through the back gate.
Steve drove off. That night, he visited Pearl again.