Curated from: Sensual adult fiction from Singapore
Titles marked with the (FF) prefix are stories which has little to no build up of plot and character. It goes straight into the action. There are requests for stories that dive straight down into the thick of the action rather than go too much into the characters and what they do. I understand it’s different strokes for different folks, but i will try to cater to all preferences. FF, also stands for fast and furious will have shorter intros, just enough to read you into the scene before the action begins.
It will be dirtier, darker, and i may remove the preview altogether, or restrict it for subscribers only for some titles due to the nature of the story.
James caught a shoplifter, and after weighing the benefits of calling the cops of taking justice into his own hands, he chose the latter.
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 going, 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…
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.