The First Chapter - 005

As I put my Furla Candy bag into my locker, Adrian came over and gave my butt a tight spanking from behind.

"Nice ass!"

"As always since 8 years ago, isn't it?" I turned around and wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a good french kiss. I would feel weird to start work if my tongue don't get to touch his every night. After all, he was the one who taught me how to use my tongue properly like a pro.

I met Adrian when I was 17.

After my O levels and while waiting for admission into Polytechnic for my Diploma in Hospitality, I lied to my parents that I want to be independent and also to understand where my diploma will lead me to after graduation. Using that as a good excuse I started working in Sheraton hotel, where in fact I would always go to the pubs at Goldhill Plaza nearby after work with my colleagues for drinks and parties.

As usual I would prepare 2 sets of clothes out; ugly plain big t-shirts with long jeans to "showcase" to my parents that I'm going out to work and party wear which I'll change into after work.

Party wear? You might be thinking. Clothes like bare back tops, short and tight t-shirts which will reveal my midriff and bling bling tube tops are my favorites. And as always, I love to pair them with ultra mini skirts and in case I forget to mention, I would prefer to go commando underneath all these when I'm partying or pub. The thrill of having my clean shaven pussy flashing at unknowing people then just gives me a good adrenaline rush that's even more high than drinking alcohol in quick shots.

I never get caught by my parents with this because all I need to do is to change out my clothes before I'm home and bring them to work the next day for hotel laundry service. And I change my clothes at the corner of the stairs at my void deck, moon-tanning myself naked as I do so. In this way, I don't "malu" myself in the pub with those ugly clothes and also get to enjoy my cheap thrill of exposing myself naked in public every night.

On nights when I know I'm gonna drink till drunk (like a colleague's birthday) or in case if I'm drunk and didn't return home, all I have to do is to lie to my parents that there's shortage of manpower for banquet team and I stayed back to help out till morning.

Adrian back then worked at the laundry service department and I would see him daily to pass him my soiled clothes in exchange for those that laundry is done. He was 5 years my senior and was having his internship in the hotel for his degree in Tourism and Hospitality.

Being a foreigner in Singapore is good, because all guys at his age would be forced to serve the army or just finish wasting their 2 years of prime time and starting their degree. Adrian doesn't have to go through this suffering because he's holding student permit. His Taiwanese businessman father and Japanese mother came to Singapore when he was 15 and he don't intend to convert himself to become a Singapore citizen, hence he escaped the 2 years of hell.

We remained as close friends even after he finished his internship. Many times after few rounds of drinks we would start kissing each other in the pub and that's when he'll tell me which part I should improve, like where I should place my tongue inside his mouth.

As time goes, the kissing becomes hugging, hugging becomes passionate touchings, then eventually I'm no longer just kissing his lips but also blowing his lovely 7 inch circumcised cock down under.

"Learn to twirl your tongue swiftly around here" Adrian point to the edge of his erected crown. "That gives every man a high sensation."

"Especially so if I do this, right?" I grabbed my glass of ice cold beer and gulp a mouthful of it, and the next second I'm welcoming his dick into my mouth as a mixer to my ice cold beer, while using my tongue to twirl around his corona. That look on his face, that "oh" and "ah", and this cum shooting inside my mouth to mix with beer are all my good memories before I broke my hymen.

8 years have passed since I met Adrian, he's now the boss of the bar and also a father of a 2-year old son with a Singaporean wife due to a shotgun marriage. Even so, he would not fail to "spot-check" on my tongue skills everyday to make sure I didn't forget what he had taught me.

"Time to start work, Audrey. Your lovers are waiting for you outside." Adrian hold my waist and give them a twist, making me turn to face the door.

"I'm not Audrey at this time, Adrian. My name's Chloe." I turned my head to give him a wink and pull the door...

The First Chapter - 004

Being a Bar Waitress isn't what I expected myself to do. As much as I was very curious about nightlife, sex and relationships since I was 12, my strict family upbringing taught me that I must be prim and proper and of course, no alcohols, no late nights, no love and relationships before graduation. And most importantly, no sex before marriage.

But having rebellious blood flowing inside me, I swear to myself that I would move out and stay on my own the moment I graduated. I would pretend to be the goody two shoes in front of my parents and younger siblings. Yet behind them, I will do all the "dirty things" without being caught.

One of my secrets would be masterbating myself in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep. Sometimes, I would even strip myself naked and sneak out of the house quietly, fingering myself in the lifts, at the staircase or along the corridor outside my neighbors' house. Many times I can't help but to give out soft moans but I can only try to lower the volume by covering my own mouth with one hand or bitting my lower lip while foundering my nipples or clitoris or having my finger penetrated inside my wet vagina, feeling my G-spot harden and stiff.

10 years doing all these "dirty actions" and never been caught once. I guess not only I'm lucky to escape the eye of the police, but also the strict restrictions of my family upbringing. I stopped all these after I moved out at age 22. Not because I don't like it anymore, but because...

The First Chapter - 003

"Chloe! Aiyo, why so late today?"
My regular customer Ah Tiong is already here before I start working tonight.

"Paiseh la Ah Tiong, not easy to get taxi when I am not so pretty today leh." I walked over to him while still carrying my pink Furla Candy bag on my right arm.

"Who says you're not so pretty today?" Ah Tiong slides his hand behind and holds my waist. "You know I won't order anything unless I see you."

"Of course I know lah. 2 bottles of Martell for you tonight?"

"Only Chloe knows what I want." Ah Tiong gives me a light peck on my left cheek and let go of his hand on my waist. "Same service, ok?" I gave him a wink, continue walking and push open the door with the sign "Staff Only".

This, is who I really am...

The First Chapter - 002

Having a 5 day work-week job that allows me to knock off at 5pm at Clarke Quay means that I'm back home at Bendemeer everyday at 5.30pm sharp without fail, so long as I don't miss my bus 64. As usual after I shower, I would remove my glasses and put on my iris-enlarging dolly contact lens, apply my favorite makeup look; smoky eyes with false lashes and nude pink lip gloss, together with a hint of rose on my cheeks.

I would change from my usual midi style panties to black g-strings. Bras, who needs them when I have my perky C uppers with brownish pink pointy nipples to be proud of. Okie, sometimes when I need to or feel like it, I would put on some really nice and sexy lace bras. My favorite brands? Oh La La Cheri, La Petite Coquette and Victoria Secrets. Depending on my mood, I have an entire worerobe of clothes to change according to the style I want for the night.

Ultra mini denim skirt that ends just right below my butt cheeks, sheer bare back yellow halter that flaunts my pointy nipples like spot lights, that's my attire for tonight. After having my hair curled using a heated curler and sprayed my favorite perfume, YSL Babydoll, I'm all ready for my job tonight.

What's my job again? You might be asking...

The First Chapter - 001

I am no different from other woman you see on the street.

Brought up the way most others my age would have been through. Study, excel, study, fail exams, study, graduate, work.

Colleagues think I'm a boring person. Friends seldom like to ask me out because we have almost no common topic to talk about; I don't dress with any fashion sense in me. I don't apply any makeup nor style my hair. Everyday, I'm reporting for work with my glasses, Uniqlo cardigan, Giordano tank top, G2000 black pants or skirt and a ponytail.

Even my job title sounds just as boring: administrative executive. To everyone around me, what they know of me, Audrey, is a plain boring woman. Everything about me is just as plain and boring as my name. I got no social life, no hobby, nothing about me that will attract somebody to take a second look at me or even notice me. All these are right, except that some things are different when the sun sets...