Chapter 13; Twisted love.

I went on excitedly to Cary about the date with Richard as she played the best audience with her "oohs" and "waahhhhhs" in her slightly excited-for-me but still gentle voice.

"We need to meet up with Lisa and MiMi to tell them everything!" Cary clasped her hands together, mashing against her soft bosom. I nodded. Ahh. I am looking forward to seeing MiMi, actually. It's been quite long since I've met her, although she's in Singapore, but her working schedule coupled with school clashes horribly with my volatile one.

The date was finally set and we were to meet at a quaint little cafe in the south, tucked away from traffic and surrounded by nature. ( I hope nature does not come with mosquitoes. ) Cary was dolled up as usual in a floral tube dress whilst i opted for a simple v neck graphic tee paired with a white ripped denim shorts.

-new text message-
Richard: Hey lovely lady. It's night time here. Just finished 3 back to back meetings and the LA night skies here reminded me of our night at Equinox. What are you up to?


I read the message over and over again, trying to imagine Richard sitting alone in his executive room. And flashbacks took over my brain, lashing out fiercely at my heart which almost erupted from the dense palpitations.

"Violette!!!! Look!" Cary shook me up from my momentary departure into fantasy-land as she pointed at the ridiculous amount of people gathered outside the bistro.

I glanced up at my phone and let out a gasp.

"Oh my god. What's going on?" I scurried over to the entrance like a typical kiasu aunty and saw a gigantic billboard bearing the words: Class 611 gathering. Relive our childhood memories!

Cary gave a confused look as I rolled my eyes at the sign before explaining it to her.

"We are so unlucky!" I blabbered on in Chinese, "Apparently a bunch of people decided to choose this cafe as their class gathering venue... I think they were all classmates from the same primary school. Never mind, we should wait for MiMi and Lisa to arrive first."

Cary sulked and stomped her foot in a princessy way as we moved away from the chatter of the group and parked ourselves at a nearby pillar where we are in clear view of the main road, looking for silhouettes of two familiar figures.

Minutes later, I caught sight of Lisa, who was almost impossible to miss as she wore her favorite fiery red color again, this time a bodycon off-shoulder cropped top paired with highwaisted leather shorts. Her golden Christian Louboutins cackled as she quickened her pace, hands outstretched towards us with MiMi tagging behind, dressed just as casual as I was in simple cotton t-shirt dress.

We hugged each other and after the elaborated hellos were through, I then shifted the focus to the fact that our lunch meeting is spoiled. As Lisa and Cary went on with their argument about whose lousy suggestion it was, I shot MiMi a smile before proceeding to finally, reply Richard's text.

-Text reply-
Violette: Damn, we were supposed to eat at this cafe near Holland V but its packed because some class having their gathering. No idea where to go now :(

Richard replied almost immediately.

-New text message-
Richard: Hmm. Do you girls like spaghetti?

Violette: I do. I guess as long as the two princesses get their seats they'd like anything. Why? You have a recommendation?

Richard: Yes I do. Its a cafe set up by me, actually. Its called "Nizimo Gauche", two streets down from Holland V. You should pop by to take a look. Tell me if you girls like it. I can ask the manager to make some arrangements.

I looked up at the girls and did not even bother to ask.
"Now, now princesses stop squabbling. Let's head over to the cafe two streets down. It sells spaghetti. Richard owns it. So I think we can get seats." I smiled broadly and nudged them to be on their way.

-Text reply-
Violette: I think we'll just eat there then. Weather's hot and everyone's hungry and grouchy.

-New text message-
Richard: Okay. Called the manager for you. Enjoy yourself! Let me know what you think afterwards.

I tried to picture how the cafe would be like, whether it will be reflective of Richard's usual manliness or perhaps it was merely his alter ego, that the kid inside him ordered for the cafe to be decked in bold colors and fun designs. Hooking my arm with MiMi, we walked down to where Nizimo Gauche was.

And... I guess Richard's normal sexy self was not an alter ego. It was him. The cafe was dimly lit, and everything was minimalist with clean shapes and monochrome settings. There was a short queue of expatriates and their Sarong party girls, and a few tourist-looking Caucasians who grinned with oeillade as we approached the entrance.

A lady dressed in a black t shirt with white denim skirt and an apron greeted us and asked: "Violette?"  I raised my hand a little and she ushered us in with a smile. The cafe was packed, but it was double stories with an attic being a shophouse. She led us upstairs, and smooth jazz was playing across the entire place. Contemporary art spiced up the walls as soft spotlights illuminated our path.

The second floor too was crowded, but the lady beckoned us to proceed up the next flight of stairs up the spiral steps. The 3rd floor was empty, smaller than the other floors being an attic, but extremely cozy and beautifully designed. What I assumed, was a toilet at the end that was partitioned off by a large curtain made entirely of strings.

A lone table was set in the middle, with cushions and Japanese styled mats. Two stalks of fresh waterlilies adorned the bare statement as they were dipped in water, held by a squarish glass container. It was a simple but surprisingly beautiful centerpiece.

The wall had a huge LED plasma plastered onto it, with Bang and Olufsen speakers by its side. This must be a private section that Richard has set aside for. I wondered what other purposes may this section serve - His business meetings?

The lady then handled out menus as we took our places. I chose the spot against the wall, with Cary beside me. As we chatted, I scanned through the menu which featured mostly pasta, soups and some dessert. Being famished, all of us quickly placed our orders with a teenage waiter who stood patiently at the side.

The lady ( probably the manager ) appeared again, with 4 tall glasses of brightly colored liquid complete with a tiny paper umbrella and fruit garnish on top.

"This is a house special, and my boss has instructed for you to try it out. It's a cocktail and the recipe is made by the boss himself." She explained as she handled out the glasses to each of us.

Cary spoke the moment the manager left: "Waa... Violette caught a big fish!" She winked and gave me a congratulatory pet on my back. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the vicious looking pink liquid in front of me. It was a heavenly concoction. I detected rose syrup, lychee and possibly vodka and gin.

Lisa drained her entire glass, smacking her lips. "MOREEEEE!!!" She clapped her hands like a satisfied child. "Drink up!!!!" She urged all of us to down our glasses as well. MiMi finished last, and rather reluctantly being the weakest drinker among us.

With no hesitation, Lisa proceeded to ask the waiter to get us another glass of the amazing cocktail the minute he came up the stairs with our soups. He smiled politely and retreated upon clearing our glasses. I glanced at MiMi. The tip of her ears and her cheeks were already slightly tinged.

As we exchanged our stories over the really good pasta, we finished glasses after glasses of cocktail. The manager had then introduced us two other cocktails which were equally amazing. It was only 3pm, but we were already intoxicated.

Lisa indulged about some random guy she has been hooking up with recently, whilst Cary spoke of nothing new that I haven't already heard on repeat back at home. MiMi however, broke the news that things didn't work out between her boyfriend and her. No true sorrow was shown on her face though. But I knew deep inside she was probably hurting. Cary then attempted to lighten the atmosphere by urging me to describe in details how the date with Richard went.

And Lisa just exclaimed "OH FUCK HIM ALREADY!!!" We all burst into laughter as I looked around nervously, pretending to look for the presence of any waiters or security cameras.

Dessert came. A fine selection of macarons, ice cream with warm brownie, delectable tiramisu and new york cheesecake occupied the table as the irresistible smell wafted through the entire room. Cary and Lisa then decided it was time for instagram cum camwhoring session as they whipped out their devices. MiMi looked pretty dazed. I had to drink her last cocktail for her.

-New text message-
Richard: How's everything? Good I hope.

-Text reply-
Violette: Omg it's really amazing :O the cocktail is awesome. I didn't know you knew a thing about bartending. My friend is a little high now though. I think she needs to vomit.

Richard: Take her to the toilet. Its past the black curtain. There's also a small daybed that you can let her rest on.

I signaled to Cary that I'd bring MiMi to the restroom. She nodded and then resumed her phototaking with Lisa who was beaming perpetually in her stupor.

The strings of the curtain tickled my cheeks as I attempted to make a parting for MiMi to pass through. A wash basin with a hollywood styled dressing mirror greeted us. A door stood at the corner. I pushed it open and dragged MiMi in.

Quaint, but functional is what you can describe the toilet. In that few squares of a space, there is a comfortable looking daybed which doubles as a storage cabinet below the mattress. The toilet is clean, hygienically separated by a free fall frosted glass and the entire room smells of lavender.

A queer, cut in hollow in the wall at the side was revealed to be some sort of a basin, chiseled in to save space. A stream of water cascades down from its roof when the button on the wall is pressed. Another such cranny adjacent to it holds hand towels and illuminated by yet another soft spotlight.

I climbed onto the daybed as MiMi went ahead to the toilet bowl. The daybed was soft and inviting, the off-white cotton-hemp sheets complemented the overall feel of the washroom in its hues of wheat and puce. MiMi then flushed the toilet, before trying to figure how the in-wall basin works. I got down and helped her to clean up.

"Did you vomit?" I asked, as I gently dabbed her forehead and cheeks with the fresh hand towel.
MiMi shook her head and got onto the daybed.

"I'm sorry you guys broke up." I brushed hair away from her face. MiMi shook her head again before asking: "So, things are pretty good with Richard right? I am happy for you." She gave a small smile and hugged me, the height of the daybed caused me to be enveloped right between her breasts from where I stood.

Then, the tranquility of that tender moment was immediately broken as she pulled me in for a kiss. I could almost feel our estrogen raging as I caressed her breasts, feeling the tautness of her nipples standing for attention beneath her bra and dress. As our tongues lashed at each other, I felt her hands going under my shirt, reaching into my bra, scooping the fullness of my breasts out from the cotton cups.

She then pulled her mouth away from my lips, pulling up my shirt just enough to reveal my breasts as she bent down to suck on my left nipple, her both hands busy cupping and squeezing both breasts. I fought hard not to moan as a tidal wave hit somewhere down south.

When MiMi finally looked up, I pushed her towards the wall, lifting and parting her legs into an M position right at the edge of the bed. Her dress was pulled up and panties pulled down as I bent my knees, my lips going straight for center. Her sex was shown in plain side, void of hair as she was cleanly shaven. She was already soaking wet.

I stuck out my tongue, starting from the bottom of the vagina entrance right up to the clitoris in long and slow elaborated licks. She kicked her legs desperately whilst they were suspended in mid-air. As I nibbled on her clitoris, the kicking ensued in reflex as the sexual satisfaction was too much for her to bear. I then suckled hard at the entire width of the moist opening, taking in her juices. The sound of my slurping merged with her soft helpless moans, electrifying the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

It wasn't hard to know what tickles her fancy, since I am a female as well. I dipped my finger into the honey pot as my tongue continued to tease the clitoris. Curling and straightening the finger, I tickled the inside of her sex, vibrating so hard that I could hear the juices churning.

Her moans echoed throughout the toilet for the next few minutes as I picked up speed. My free hand reached for her breast under the dress as my thumb and index pinched at the tiny nub, alternating between pinches and flicks in accordance to the rhythm of my tongue.

"Violette I am going to come!" MiMi tightened her muscles causing her feet to be tensed and pointy. She clutched my head as though begging me not to stop. I felt her butt cheeks squeezing together, and her hips gyrating against my face. I increased the speed of my finger and the licks.

Finally, she pushed me away. I looked up to see an expression of pleasure on her face before backing away as her hands instructed. She ejaculated. A jet of juice sprayed across the length of the room as she was almost crying from the overwhelming orgasm. It was just like what you see in porn, where the women squirted hysterically. I used to think it may just be faked, but witnessing what was happening right in front of me, I was pretty shocked but highly aroused at the same time.

MiMi's moans grew louder, and then softer as though drained of energy as she rubbed her clitoris furiously, and then another jet came, followed by a few weaker spurts, and then... dribbles.

Her legs then collapsed onto the bed as she started quivering from the intense use of energy. Still recovering from my shock at the wet display, I reached for a few more towels, one for MiMi and the rest which I used in an attempt to wipe her end-product off the wall and floor.

"Wow you can squirt!" I expressed my statement in genuine appreciation and shock. MiMi smiled faintly before inching forward for another kiss.

Luckily for us, we did it at the edge of the bed, resulting only in a small stain which can (hopefully) dry up in a short time.

We helped each other to get dressed before washing up and exiting the toilet, with heat still throbbing in my panties. Watching MiMi squirt has only gotten me more excited.

Back at the table, it seemed we haven't been missed as Cary and Lisa were having their usual label whore conversation.

"MiMi you okay? I thought you died in the toilet." Lisa patted her friend, pushing the new york cheesecake towards her.

"Yeah I did die in the toilet actually." MiMi replied, giving me a seductive wink.

I giggled and started working on the brownie in front of me. The dessert was decently indulgent as well. After a few more minutes of chatter, it was time to leave as MiMi and I both had work later at night. Just when we were billing out at the counter, the manager politely refused Lisa's card.

"Its on the house, ladies. The boss hopes you had an enjoyable time. Thank you! Please do come again." She bowed graciously and beamed as I looked bewildered.

"Well, I guess we all know what makes the man now!" Cary nodded approvingly as we left the cafe.

"Yeah he's so generous! I bet we chalked up a bomb." Lisa added, tottering precariously along the rough gravel road. She was still pretty much doused in the alcohol from overloading on the cocktails.

I said nothing but smile quietly. A warm feeling crept into my heart. As Cary and I got onto a cab home, I texted Richard.

-Text reply-

Hey, we just left. Thanks so much for the treat! I feel bad. :O everything is lovely. Have a good rest okay?
-


But he must have probably fell asleep as there was no reply. It was way past midnight over at L.A.

As I was preparing for work 2 hours later, I went on to what's app and noticed his last seen was updated an hour back. Probably meant he saw my message. I guess he must have checked it in his sleepy state of mind. Shrugging off any other reason which may be negative, I proceeded to do my make up, with that warm feeling still snug in my heart, and the little disgruntled disappointment from my sex which hasn't been probably satisfied.

I then thought about MiMi, how twisted our relationship was, but nonetheless, still accountable as love. Is it wrong to feel this way about each other?

a man who loves you, loves the people that you love too.

Chapter 12: What makes the man

The days that passed next felt like a blur. It was hard to concentrate on anything. I blamed it mostly on my loneliness, and the staunch principle of settling only for a man who was capable of giving me things beyond the plane of sexuality and emotions; Someone far from the likes of Darren. I no longer believed in the same kind of love a female would. I guess it was better that way.

The majority of men I met disgust me. Their cheap ego traps, flamboyant displays of wealth and degrading talks of infidelity were far more detrimental to mankind than imagined. Taking another look at the term "filthy rich", the truth rears its ugly head and reminded me of the few men who raped me years ago, I felt the filth shrouding, rubbing off on me, but two different kind of grime.

I wanted out. But as time passed I gave up eventually. Maybe I was just looking the wrong places.

The little memo on my name card that Richard gave me was safely tucked away in my wallet. It felt like a glowing spark that emitted warmth, pulverizing at the dreaded cold of the surroundings. It has been long since I last went on a date.

Friday arrived, fashionably late as I barely made it past the early start of the week. Not wanting to give away the excitement that was running rampant through my cells, I slept through the whole afternoon, having taken off from work that night. It felt nice to wake up fully recharged. The nocturnal nature of my work made quality sleep something I could only fantasize about.

Cary knew my heart was bursting at its seams, having read me like a book all the time. But she was tactful enough to know I was not the type of person who liked to keep my hopes up for I had overwhelming fear of disappointment. She politely asked if I wanted her help with the make-up, cleverly declaring: "I am so bored, can I help you do your make-up?" to make it seem as casual as possible.

My hand ran over the dreamy fabric of the dress I had picked for the dinner.... since Monday. It was a beautiful maxi dress in creamy wheat, made of chiffon and featured a Grecian neckline. Clinched at the waist, the streamline of the fluid dress enhanced the femininity of my figure and elongated my height.  I slipped on strappy sandals to compliment the Greek feel, and completed the look with gold accessories and my trusty embossed gold clutch from Aldo.

Cary's expert make-up skills ensured I projected sun-kissed cheeks, eyes that sparkled in subtle hues of gold and bronze, complete with full-on red lips. "Aphrodite!" She exclaimed as I did a small catwalk in my full outfit, asking nervously "Do I look okay?"

Misfortune, having been my best friend since young, had graciously arranged for a downpour to hit the road whilst I was on the way to Equinox. Being thrifty as usual, I took public transport, and that few minutes of walk without shelter was enough for the rain to do its damage. Caught totally unprepared, I was drenched from head to toe, with only my face protected by the Aldo clutch to prevent smudging of Cary's efforts.

I arrived at the doors of Swissotel absolutely soaked to the bone. And to my dismay, standing right in front of me, was... Richard. Dressed to the nines in his grey trousers and pure white shirt, the sleeves had been casually rolled up to 3/4 to look less intense. He ditched his tie for a carelessly unbuttoned fold right below his collar, showing just a glimpse of his chest. He looked at me with worry strewn across his face.

"I see you have been caught in the rain. Did you not take a cab?" He offered his arm, and gestured to a bellboy nearby to get me some napkins whilst bringing me to the check-in counter.

"Hi Mr Anderson, how may I be of assistance?" The receptionist gave a polite bow.

"Can I have my room ready please? My beautiful date here got caught in the rain." He gave me a quick wink as I mustered a feeble smile beneath my shivers.

The room was an elegantly furnished crest suite that emanated various Oriental fusion. I politely left my soaked sandals by the door mat, and consciously wiped my wet, flaccid feet against the plush mat, afraid to stain the snow white marbled floor with unsightly mud water.

Richard graciously offered to take my clutch and accessories as I headed straight for the toilet. Just as I was waiting for the shower temperature to hit the perfect degree, I could hear him moving. Faint sounds of paper, chair and television painted many images in my head as the soothing warm water trickled down my iced out body, thawing the freeze.

I tilted my head, unwilling to let the water smudge my porcelain make up. A view of me with mascara running down my eyes was ideal only if I wanted to ruin a first date. As I patted myself dry, I heard the sound of boiling water. My bra was soaked. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe and a thong, I desperately tried to blow dry the damp material when Richard knocked on the door.

"Violette, I've got something for you." His voice was muffled through the heavy wooden door.

"I.. err.... Alright I'll be out in a minute." I decided the homing sound of the dryer was giving away the fact that I was drying my intimates.

I dabbled on the fragrant body lotion from the extravagant range of exquisite toiletries before I slid open the wooden door and came face to face with Richard, who was merely an inch away from me.

My heart did a somersault as a slight blush tinged my cheek. As though wanting to make the tension less overwhelming, Richard stepped back and pointed to the coffee table.

"These are for you. I hope I guessed the right sizes." Three boxes laid before my eyes. I felt adrenaline escalating in a flurry as I opened the first box - It was from Ashley Isham, a beautiful evening gown of silken beige that gave an effervescent and polished flow. The dress shone in futuristic shimmer with a modest V cut at the bust line. It clinched at the waist and hips and was extremely soft to the touch.

"I'll wait for you at the restaurant. I've boiled some water for you as well. Please do pop a tea bag to chase away the cold." Richard took his jacket, and smiled genially at my appreciation of the dress before closing the door behind him; Leaving me to indulge in the material feast before my eyes.

I was so beguiled that I did not notice Richard exiting the room.

The next box had a huge "Jimmy Choo" nestled right on the lid, giving away its content. I opened the box. The pair of stilettos took my breath away. It was muted gold, with a mash-up of straps that crissed crossed without being over the top. And it was standing at the perfect height of 5.5".

The last box laid flat on the bed. The brand embossed in silver was indistinguishable with its cursive and french language. Toying with the softness of the Isham dress, I contemplated spoiling the last surprise, playing a mini game of "What is the last item Richard got for me?" I inspected the box, not wanting to to lift it up for fear its weight and noise made may give the surprise away.

It was a rather medium sized box, but flat. Probably the approximates of an A4 sized paper. I gazed lovingly at the new dress and shoes before looking at what I wore previously, determining what got soaked in the rain. I got it! Richard must have gotten me a new clutch seeing that my Aldo one has been remotely destroyed  from being used as a shield from the battering rain.

I tried to visualize how it looked like as I took my time with the lid of the box. As the wrapping papers fell away, a gasp escaped my lips. I could have sworn my cheeks went red from what was right in front of me. It wasn't a clutch, but a set of lingerie. Not modest cotton bra and panties, but sheer black lace. It was delicate, tasteful and not the least bit disparaging. But the thought of Richard requesting for such lingerie was appalling but incredibly arousing at the same time.

In my entire career, I have had men buying presents for me every now and then, even Gerald with the trinkets he gathered from various countries he visited. But none could compare to these 3 things lying right before me. And they weren't even considered a "gift". It felt as though with one look, he knew the fundamentals of my heart.

I slipped into the lingerie and glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror. My naughty bits were suggestively covered by the semi opaque material. For a split second, I pictured Richard sitting by the window, sipping on cognac as he watched me get dressed. A jolt bolted at my nether region upon that lewd thought. The dress and jimmy choos came together perfectly as I did final touch ups on my hair and lips before heading down to where Richard was waiting.

Equinox was beautiful. The waitress directed me to where Richard was seated, a romantic corner tucked away at the corner of the restaurant. The free falling windows gave a generous display of the mesmerizing city lights. Richard looked up from his phone just as I approached and broke into a smile.

"You look more amazing than I imagined" He whispered, tucking his phone away.

I mustered a meek smile and reached for the glass of ice water in front of me. My lipstick left a small half mooned stain at the tip of the glass, and I wondered if that was considered rude and uncouth.

"What would you like to have? Please, just order anything that tickles your fancy." Richard gestured for menus. I glanced through rather briskly, feeling quite uncomfortable as both the waitress and Richard were staring at me and decided to just settle for a safe option of grilled halibut with cauliflower mash and roasted spinach. Richard ordered steak, and a 90s wine.

"Thank you so much for your gifts. I can't believe you know my size just by looking. Ha ha." I said jokingly, feeling goosebumps rising on my arms at the thought of the last gift. Subconsciously, I rocked gently in my seat, as though trying to shake the goosebumps away.

Richard have probably sensed my awkwardness and questioned with deep concern: "Is everything Ok? Are the items not to your liking?"

I looked up directly into those beautiful eyes and shook my head. "No, no, I love them. They are perfect."

His shoulders relaxed, as though heaving a sigh of relief, he smiled and remarked "Sorry, I did not see what shops got for you, I just gave your size and asked them to deliver it up as soon as possible."

Upon hearing that, my heart eased up and I realized I was simply over-reacting. Richard did not select that on purpose, especially since my Isham dress covered whatever I was wearing below.

Wine came, and we chatted heartily. Glass after glass, we downed the food; the Halibut was heavenly. As we talked and laughed, the stars were out. As I was looking out of the window, I noticed Richard looking at me from the corner of my eye. I pretended I did not know, and continued looking out. He had a small, happy smile, and at that moment, I felt on top of the world. And I was, too, literally.

As I finished the last bit of my berries compote with cream cheesecake, I was feeling a lovely sense of intoxication from the bubbly.

"Are you tired? Violette? Do you want to stay the night in the room? Or would you prefer I send you home?" Richard offered his arm as we walked out of the restaurant.

"Anything is fine really. Whichever is more convenient for you."

"You look worn out. Just have a good rest in the room. I'll get someone to send you home tomorrow." Richard gave an assuring smile as we made our way up.

My head was light, and so was my heart.

As I took off the shoes, it was apparent that the atmosphere was quickly becoming suggestive due to the nature of the place.

Richard realized and attempted to shake off the awkwardness by gesturing to the bathroom.

"You can go ahead and wash up. I'll take my leave then, busy day tomorrow!" He finished the sentence with a tired smile.

I smiled, and retreated into the bathroom. The hot shower soothed my pores, but my spirit was not the least bit relaxed. Flashbacks of his gentlemanly demeanor clouted my head forcefully. Could it be possible that I may start to take a liking to him? He is 20 years my senior! I pondered the past life journey I had taken, the misery I was put into and the painful steps I have taken to achieve what I accomplished now. It'd be good to hope Richard may make everything feel better.

The entire bathroom was steamy when I stepped out of the shower area. I toweled and brushed my teeth, standing naked in front of the fogged mirror. My fingers reached forward in attempt to wipe off the mist. I started with the bottom half, and saw the reflection of my nether region staring back at me. I do crave passionate sex. Sex that involves two willing and loved up parties, both hungry for each other. And somehow, my subconscious mind drifted to Richard.

I felt my nipples tingle and stood erect from the mental excitement, as my mind boldly took me to a dimly lit room, with soft lights and plush, downy pillows, where Richard and I feasted on each other in that rendezvous. I pictured his strong hands on my body, whispering gently to me in his engimatic voice. My hands wandered to my crotch, wanting to ease the sexual tension building up. No. Wait this is wrong. I forced myself to snap out of it and almost trembling, held on to my towel and continued drying my hair which was still wet.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was getting stiffing, thus I decided to dry my hair in front of the television, probably tuning in to my favorite channel, Fashion TV. The song "More than words" was stuck in my head as I sang out the lyrics. As I opened the door and took a turn, I got the shock of my life -

Richard was bent over at the work desk as though searching for something. My heart nearly exploded from the palpitations. He heard my voice and looked up. And I was naked. He froze from that unintentional view of my display, as my fingers iced out, clumsily fumbling with the towel in a bid to wrap up my nudity with a makeshift cover. I knew he didn't mean it, and I was worried he may feel very guilty and uncomfortable thus I decided to break the awkwardness by looking concerned. I walked over and said

"Did you lose something?" I tried to avoid his gaze by pretending to be searching for something, with my eyes darting across everywhere but his face.

"Oh.. Yeah. Err. I can't seem to find my organizer. Its black .. and quite small. " Richard had difficulty feigning composure.

I nodded and tried to look everywhere. Finally, I found the organizer wedged in between the tea bags and espresso shots.

"I found it!" I grinned as I held up the tiny book.

"Thank you so much Violette. I am very careless. Must have left it there when I was trying to make the tea for you just now. I should really go now. Sorry for disturbing your rest." Richard looked at me and smiled before walking past me and heading for the door.

"See you soon Richard. I really had fun today." I waved as he walked off, catching a glimpse of his polite smile before the door clicked shut.

I took off the towel and dropped onto the bed.

What the fuck just happened. God. Richard doesn't seem like the careless kind of person to me...

I shook off the uncanny thoughts and focused on how much fun the date panned out. The talk we shared, wining and dining. Such unforgettable reveling with Richard made butterflies blossom in my stomach, flitting around and causing my lips to break into a contented, blissful smile.

Alcohol was waltzing in my bloodstream as I drifted off to sleep, the images of just now on replay.

life'd always give you two options. one for the heart, one for the mind.

Chapter 11: Reveling with Richard.

"Ahh..." Muffled moans could be heard from the initial room I was at with Elaine. The party at Gerald's Penthouse has just ended, and just as the crowd dispersed, the sounds of pleasure making grew increasingly louder as I approached the room.

My lipstick slipped from the clutch, and I just had to retrieve it. The warm rosy hue of the lipstick color was my absolute favorite, and I was positive it dropped out whilst I was in Elaine's room. The moans were almost arousing to hear as I tread lightly. The door was shut, but not locked. I turned the doorknob lightly - Unsure about whether knocking would be the better idea. The front lounge was empty. They were probably in the karaoke area at the back.

I tried my luck searching the front lounge but to no avail. I knew it had to be on the booth chairs in the karaoke area. A red velvet drape was all that separated them from my sight. I pressed my back against the wall and sneaked a peek from the gap formed by the curtain hanging an inch away from the wall. I saw a pair of bare legs, with panties pulled down right to her ankles. Her tiny buttocks indicated that the woman was slim.

My brain was telling me to just drop the hunt and head home, but the erotic atmosphere lured me like vile serpents and beat my conscience hands down. Thank god the lights were dimmed. I lifted the curtain an inch further. There were 3 of them. And one of them was Elaine. Her Lanvin dress had their straps pulled down in a disorientated fashion as though it was done with haste and clumsiness. Her taut breasts spilled out from the top, her nipples were perky and in an arousing shade of brown.

I could only make out the shape of the man's arm around the skinny girl's waist as she got down on fours. Elaine, with her panties hanging desperately to the straps of her heels was puckering at the skinny girl's nipple, her hands grabbing at the tiny lumps and rubbing the free teat that was standing - or at least I believed it probably was. The lack of light made it hard for me to get a clear picture even after my Lasik.

The moans heightened as I witnessed the skinny girl taken in doggystyle. The man's arms were grabbing her hips tight as her body shook violently. She was almost screaming as Elaine continued her role, her lips never once did let go of the nipple. Elaine's left hand slid down to caress her own breast, grabbing at the firmness  as her lips parted to let out soft, sophisticated moans.

Then, I spotted my lipstick. It was nestled in between the wedges of two cushions, right at the skinny girl's knees. The way things were heated at that moment, I knew it was impossible and rude, even, to barge in or disturb the trio in any way. I let loose of the curtains, and turned to leave. Just as I walked into the front lounge and out of the room, I realized that my panties were wet. It was so bad that I had to rush to the restroom to clean the juices before heading home.

The scene never left my head that night - and somehow, the dark side of me wanted to try it so bad... a threesome. And just my luck, Kevin was in Cary's room that night. It was a rare occasion since Cary always apologized for staying over at Kevin's so often that I joked she should just let me have ownership of her house. Cary's muffled moans could be heard from through the wall as Kevin made love to her.

I felt the sore, angry ache from my pussy as I tried to get to sleep. I needed a man so bad.


It was finally Friday. Thursday was such a drag for me as I forced myself to sit through the classes. I went to Velvet Kiss early, which astounded everyone since I was always late. I sat on my stool in the powder room in solitude. Tiffany was not there yet.

"You are very special to me, Violette. And there's someone I would love for you to meet ... and strappy heels please." Gerald's words echoed in my head, sending frantic pulses from my heart to all parts of my body. Who could it be? 

Taking my time, I applied my make up, more carefully than ever. I pulled out my drawer, and found a barely used lipstick in temptress red. The color went across my lips like silk, and instantly brightened my whole face. I dabbed a soft shimmery lip gloss over to complete the look. My lips look pouty, alluring and kissable. 

I tried to visualize the feel of a man's hand on my collarbone, his index finger gliding across, before sliding down to my breast, circling it deliberately slow, teasing the aerola surrounding my nipple. I unbuttoned my blouse and took off my bra, staring into the mirror at my half naked reflection, my mind whipped away into a surreal world of secret fantasies. 

I could feel juice seeping out from below. My fingers reached into my cotton shorts and touched the wet fabric of my panties. My nether lips shivered in paralyzing excitement as I dipped my fingers slightly into my pussy. I sat still for awhile whilst my fingers stroked the walls - and then I stopped. I wanted to save the pent up hunger... for something, someone better. Instead, my fingers went across the nape of my neck, the delicate skin behind my ears and in the middle of my cleavage, smearing them with juice. I read somewhere the scent of it heightens arousal in men. 

Just as I got up to make my way to the wardrobe, Tiffany entered the room with bed hair and oversized t-shirt. "Rushing somewhere?" I laughed as I went forward to take her bag, the slight draught from the corridor caused my nipples to stand so hard it felt sore. Depositing her bag into our lockers, I stripped down to just my panties as Tiffany turned to close the door behind us. I was still wet. Lucky for me, I was armed with a pantyliner, and it was not too bad. I changed into a fresh piece in our toilet as I heard Tiffany fumbling over her make up.

She blabbered about some China client who wanted to buy her a car as I flipped through my wardrobe, wondering what to wear. I finally locked eyes with a deep red mesh dress. A deep V slit down the middle was covered with mesh, as well as cut-outs at the waist, and the entire back area. Soft adorable drapes hung at the hips in a perplum fashion. I got it on sale from Ms Selfridge and never really found a fitting occasion for it.

I put on a nu-bra and proceeded to wriggle into the tight red number. The polyester stretched across my chest and hips, and was perfectly clinched at my waist as the zip zoomed up with a merry "zzzzzzzZ!" sound. I threw on the thigh high stockings that were so well-liked by Gerald and clipped them to my lace garters. Rolling down the dress, I readjusted everything to ensure they were appropriately set for my performance that night.

Truckloads of sea spray went across my hair as I scrunched at the roots for volume and texture. I rolled the ends into a ponytail before piling everything into a high bun fastened down with bobby pins. The voluminous roots created a soft pouf on top of my head, together with the dress and my red lips, I was of old Hollywood glamour. My trusty pair of 12cm high stilettos shone in its solid black as the straps criss-crossed up my feet, wrapping themselves against my skin like little satin snakes. I dusted glitter all over my hair and decolletage before moving forward to help Tiffany get ready. I felt... incredibly sexy that night.

Tiffany wore a snow white shift dress with a high thigh split at the side, and wore matching stockings with garters, except that hers were white. I helped her to backcomb her hair, teasing it and setting it with hairspray until they held together and appeared slick. Her hair was styled to mimic Old Hollywood iconic star Audrey Hepburn. She dug out an old pair of white satin gloves, and slipped into a pair of nude heels.

It was 15 minutes before the show, and we have already reached the Penthouse suite. I told Tiffany about Gerald's words and we were both excited about the mystery person that he was going to introduce to me.

"Wow, maybe he is tall, charming and handsome!" Tiffany gushed excitedly as we set up the stage. I gave a small smile, not wanting to keep my hopes up. But deep inside i knew anticipation was already blown out of proportion.

"Hey Violette, you got a minute?" Candice, a girl from my team peeked from the side curtains.

I nodded and walked to her side. "What's up?" I asked casually.

"Tracy, Stella and I are supposed to do the pole dance tonight. But I really can't make it because my father has been admitted to the hospital. And you are the only one who knows the dance moves... Is it possible if you could take over after your performance at the Penthouse? I would really love to rush down to the hospital..." Candice pleaded, the rims of her eyes cried red.

"How will I have the heart to say no?" I patted her back reassuringly, promising to take her place. I checked my watch; that would mean I wouldn't have time to meet the mystery man/woman right after the performance.

It was time for my show. Tiffany and I took our places, stand up mikes in hand. The lights dimmed, and the spotlight was on us. I tried to get my eyes accustomed to the pitch black ahead of me, hoping to catch a visible glimpse of Gerald, and the mystery person. Or, just the mystery person actually. But the black devoured my searching eyes as the music started to play.

The applause died down with the strums of guitar and melody of the piano. Tiffany was already swaying and singing the back-up vocal lines. I grabbed the mike, my right hand on my hip as I took a deep breath.

"I love you... but I gotta stay true. My morals got me on my knees, I'm begging please, stop playing gaaaaames..." Tiffany and I belted out Mercy, by Duffy, which we found suited Hollywood glamour quite beautifully.

"You got me begging you for mercy... Why won't you release me?" I stuck out my hand to the audience, my body swaying in synchronization.

"You got me begging you got me begging, you got me beggin~" and then the music stopped. The spotlight disappeared and all the sudden, disco lights started flashing. A few of my team's girls joined us on stage, all with the same get-up. And then,

"I want nobody nobody but you, I want nobody nobody but you." We started dancing, and the crowd was crazy. Tiffany swapped positions with me as I shifted to the back, my eyes searching frantically but to no avail. The bevy of us girls moved in perfect choreography, and then, we took a bow and left the stage as the furious applause from the audience echoed merrily in our ears.

Stella and Tracy were already waiting for me backstage, my outfit in their arms. It was a dazzling black fringe set of bralette and skirt which was flowy and streamlined. I changed immediately, and allowed Tiffany to help me touch up on my make up before running off in a frenzy. I had ditched my black heels for a strappy silver one, having remembered Gerald's remarks of strappy shoes.

I was able to steal a quick glance in Gerald's direction as I headed for the door, but to my disappointment, the chairs beside him were all unoccupied. He had already been informed prior to my performance that I was only able to look for him after the pole dance, and lucky for me, he said that was not an issue. Was that the reason why he was alone? I shook my head vigorously to get the thoughts out. I guess loneliness was getting the better of me. I felt like a meek, desperate and horny woman.

The dance poles were at the main lounge on the second floor, where the men were more rowdy and uncouth. Tracy and Stella were to go topless at the end of the dance, but as I was from the upper tier, I had the rights to refuse baring my tits to the public. So I made a little correction to fix that part.

The music played, as the 3 of us stepped up onto the podium. Guys swarmed around like hungry piranhas, their hands outstretched and attempting to get a feel of our legs. I twirled and wiggled, sliding up and down the pole having being the one who choreographed the dance, I did it with unparalleled grace. I scaled the pole effortlessly before holding up with just my legs, released my hands and dangled upside down. The fringe of the dress followed the gravitational pull as the top layer of fringe tickled at my breasts.

Men surrounding the podium cheered and shouted as they clapped. The bridge of the Pussycat dolls song came as Tracy and Stella took off their tops, swirling them like a lasso before throwing the fabrics into the waiting crowd. I could have sworn the men look like kids looking at candy as they catcalled and took out their cash. I removed my top as well, revealing a see-through soft bralette that was made entirely of chiffon, held together by just the metal boning. It was seductive enough, and no one was complaining.

We bent really low into a squat against the poles, our asses jutting out towards the chaotic crowd. The men touched our asses, attempting bolder moves as they stuffed the money down our tight thongs. Tracy and Stella were well-trained on how to really pump up the atmosphere as they turned around, jiggling their breasts to taunt the men. And those who were lucky enough to snag a touch of their boobs threw 50s and 100s onto the stage.

I stood up, my body following the beat automatically. I saw a man who was seated at the back, appearing disinterested. He was one of the only few seated at the tables who were not clambering at the podium. Our gaze met as he sipped his whiskey in a dignified manner. The spotlight made it hard to focus on his looks, but I mustered a small, polite smile.

When the performance ended, the three of us went backstage as I hurried into my clothes. I was anxious to get to the Penthouse. I exited backstage, and then there was the man, from the tables. The UV light matched with flickering disco lights made it hard to fully appreciate his features, but I could tell he was very handsome for his age.

It was just one of my usual hit-ons by clients. I knew it would be beneficial to go over to his table and try to get him under my list to push for sales, but I was so eager to get to Gerald's penthouse. I smiled again as I took out my name-card, not wanting to drop my anxious gait. I wanted to politely show him I was in a rush.

"Hello there, I saw you sitting there. I hope you enjoyed our performance! Here is my name-card. I have to rush off to an appointment... I hope to see you again when you are free." He took the card graciously with both hands, nodded and walked me to the lift.

"See you around then... Violette." He barely saw the card details as he slipped it into his pocket. I waved as the lift door closed. Wow, I guessed my name was well known by the customers.

I burst through the fancy doors of the Penthouse as I scouted for Gerald. I spotted him with a few men and Tiffany.

"You are finally here." Gerald stood up as he guided me to an empty spot on the plush sofa. "These are my clients, you'd show them a good time, wouldn't you?" His eyes twinkled whilst his hands were busy pouring me a drink. I shook hands with all of them before taking my seat.

"Is the one you want to introduce to me here?" I asked Gerald as he handed me my glass.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Richard, the guy I wanted to introduce to you said he had to leave for awhile after your performance just now. I am not sure if he will be coming back tonight, though." Gerald failed to detect my disappointment, which was good. I just shrugged and shifted my attention to socializing with his clients.

But Tiffany could. She knew I was crestfallen. She proposed a toast as she scooted over to give me a small pat on my lap. The men then took to the balcony for a smoking break, leaving us girls with just Gerald.

"Babe, I would love to chat with you as per normal, but these clients are important to me. Will you ask the girls to do something special? I'll give you ladies 3 thousand dollar tip for sharing later." I nodded to show I understood the importance. He took his leave to join the smoking gang.

"Did you get to see Richard?" I asked Tiffany. She shook her head sadly, sympathizing my emotions. "I had to settle some dispute among two girls just now. When I got to Gerald, he said Richard has already left." I heaved and then, got myself up with a smile on my face. "Its okay! It's just a man. Let's get to work to help Gerald. For the 3000$!" Tiffany joined me as we did a victory punch.

The "something special" was a code. The girls just had to behave really wild and really inebriated which was easy, since they were already feeling the high, thanks to the ample flow of alcohol under Gerald's tab. We gathered the girls and conveyed the message. When the clients came back, it was as though everyone was on aphrodisiac. Some girls were half naked, some were making out with each other whilst some crowded around the men, teasing and cooing, begging to be played with.

The clients were caught off-guard, but in a positive way. Amid the haze and flickering lights, they started kissing and touching. Tiffany caught the interest of one German client as they disappeared into the balcony. I was on the couch sipping my drink when one of the girls approached me, one of the clients holding her hand. She proceeded to straddle his lap as he sat down beside me. The girl tilted her head towards my lips, and started to kiss me.

The man enjoys girl-on-girl action, I deduced as I played along. I reciprocated her touch on my body by sliding my hands up and down her thighs. The man unbuttoned her shirt before placing my hand on her right breast. I cupped it gently before dipping my fingers into her bra, reaching for her nipple. I fingered the taut bud as she moaned gently while working on the straddle. Playtime with MiMi granted me great experience as I lowered my head, my lips caught hold of her sensitive nipple as I nibbled on it, licking and sucking to her fancy. I could tell the client was very much aroused as I spotted his erection through those tailored pants.

Just as thing were heating up, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned back - It was the man from the second floor previously. I stood up, not wanting to appear alarmed. How did he get up to the Penthouse? From his posture, he must have been standing there and watching for quite sometime. He smiled and extended his hand for a shake. That bought me enough time to study his appearance without seeming too impolite.

He had a strong, masculine jawline to match the manly charm he exuded. A mixture of salt & pepper grazed the black that crowned his head in a short and neat fashion. He was tall, probably standing at 1.8 and had no trace of whatever unsightly physique a man of his age should have. Instead, he was tanned and muscled without being too much of an exaggeration. His eyes, with their slight double eyelids and thick lashes were mesmerizing yet commanding. When matched with his slight frown and shapely, kissable lips, he reminded me of those tv series where they always had the really attractive bosses that made the show seem like soft porn.

I guess he was in his early 40s. I tried to prevent my heart from racing, but it was defying my orders. I shook his hand as I tried to appear undaunted. It was the first time I found myself attracted to a much older man. But with him looking like that, I was the least surprised.

"That was really... entertaining, what you did with her." He said it in the most polite tone he could. I raised my eyebrow before quipping "Oh, why, do you like it?" He chuckled before nodding, "Who wouldn't? Especially when the performer is attractive." He ended the bold statement with a slight grin and a wink that was almost impossible not to swoon over. But I fought hard as the ripples of excitement barely infiltrated my nonchalant facade.

"Anyway, the performances you put on just now were great. I would love to stay longer, but I have a morning flight tomorrow. I hope to see you again." He took out a card from his pocket.

Performances? I was bewildered. He only seen the pole dance. But wait, how was he able to access the Penthouse? I took the card as I watched him turn around to leave. I looked at the card in my hand. It was the name card I passed him earlier. But he wrote something at the back.

I made a dinner reservation at Equinox, next Friday night at 7.30pm, a day after my return. I hope you can make it.

Richard.

Gerald approached me, wine in his hand and his cheeks flushed. He hung his arm around me and said "Richard left right after your songs to get a table on the 2nd floor so that he wouldn't miss your second performance. Pretty sweet huh?" That explained everything.

 As I stood in the middle with everyone around me in their pool of feisty tangled mess, I felt hot and flustered. My heart was struck with tremors that sprouted goosebumps all over, twitching and unable to recover from the shocking surprise. It felt as though I just had an orgasm better than anyone in the room. Richard.... It was then, at 21, did my story really begin.

It hides, when you're searching for it. It strikes, when you're giving up on it.

Chapter 10: 21

"Have a seat, Violette." the beautiful pan-asian woman with her statuesque frame and black Lanvin evening dress cooed, beckoning with her elegantly manicured nails. Her fingers curled around the root of the slender wine glass as she sipped gracefully. The serviette went across her lips in a dainty manner as a subtle red lipstick mark was imprinted at the edge of her wine glass.

That was the first time I saw Elaine. And she sure did live up to her reputation of Velvet kiss's top girl.

I crossed my legs and arched my back, hands one on top of the other over my knee cap. The gathers of my soft cotton dress fell onto the floor as the split of my maxi dress divided right at where my legs were entwined, revealing my bare thighs. I was comfortable and well practiced in that posture having done that too often.

4 impeccably dressed gentlemen entered the room. Through the hazy air and tinted lights, I could make out that they were probably from HongKong and Korea in their late 30s. Expensive watches gleamed at me as they extended their hands for a shake, to which I stood up and batted my lashes, with just a faint smile across my lips. Elaine however, leaned forward to peck one of them on both cheeks and proceeded to give the remaining 3 men a hug each.

I took my seat, and waited for the cue of their first toast. The bubbly champagne tickled my esophagus as I took a sip. The men then gestured for us to sit as two of them took either of my sides. They made small talk drenched in various slang and accents as we downed glasses after glasses of the champagne. I popped strawberries to satiate my hunger pangs as the men went on about their upcoming business collaboration.

Halfway through the guessing games,  Tiffany knocked on our door. I was called upon to put on a dance for two of my regulars, Gerald and Lincoln. Raising my wine glass, I proposed my last toast before courteously taking my leave. Elaine paid no attention upon my departure, nor did the man she pecked on the cheeks. The remaining men however, gave their nods of permission whilst Jerry, the one who sat next to me, leaned forward for a hug and left me his personal namecard.

I took it with both hands and gave a curt bow before gathering my shawl and clutch. I clearly did not enjoy myself and I was not afraid to show it. If I had to name something that made my name in this field of work, that would be it; My temperament. And it was something that hanging out with Cary had taught me. I did not succumb to following her footsteps by forgoing my ego and my character simply to fit in to the atmosphere nor the people. I could do just fine without people who disregarded me. On the contrary, I would do anything for people that were worth it. It was the sincerity of the trade that was often absent in society.

I wanted to remain true, and unforgettable. And I made it a point to always get what I want, not spoilt, but pure hard work. And if something doesn't tickle my fancy, I will never choose to forcibly accommodate by accepting it. The reverse psychology at play ensured men fought to win my fancy, waiting patiently whilst I decide whose room do I want to entertain that night. Leather goods from LV, Chanel and Gucci were showered generously, to which I adamantly reject, fueling the men's desire to extinguish the burning of their ego. That was the identity that I have worked hard for, no thanks to the stubborn Aquarian in me which stood staunchly to my beliefs.

Gerald and I went way back, having met at Imperial thanks to Lisa's introduction. He was her father's ex business partner. It was hard to describe the attraction between us, but we were special to each other. And I always knew how to tear past his defenses and read him like a book, which was useful as he became a VIP at Velvet Kiss when he was informed of my job hop.

Smoothing the crinkles on my maxi dress, I strutted out of the room and stepped into the dimly lit corridor. UV light shone through the semi opaque frosted glass scones hanging on the wall. Images of artistically nude women hung from the walls pasted with lavish vintage slate black wallpapers. The UV light made the corridors appear almost futuristic. Various girls dressed in sexy masquerade costumes brushed past us with unison greeting of "Hello Violette" as I replied with a polite smile.

"Gerald appears to be in a very bad mood today. He raised his voice at Tanya just now and it almost drove her to tears. Our section is losing money to Naomi's girls... We have to push bottles for Gerald's room. Work some magic okay?" Tiffany spoke really fast as we made our way back to our powder room.

She was draped in a soft silken bathrobe that revealed a little of her upper torso that was squeezed into a really tiny hot pink corset from La Perla. Her breasts were boosted by the wiring of the bustier cups and padding. They looked ghastly pale under the UV light, zipped up so tight that it was almost asphyxiating to watch. Tiffany was a thai-mix chinese, a soft spoken girl who hardly talks, but extremely intelligent. She was really petite, probably tinier than Cary and had naturally light hazel brown hair.

Tiffany was the closest colleague that I let in within the boundaries of my personal life. Her intellect ensured we always had enriching and productive conversations which were like a breath of fresh air as compared to the shallow and pretentious tête-à-têtes with the rest of the bimbo-tic staff. In the exchange of our secrets, she confessed she was addicted to drugs; To which I have been working hard to help her curb the dangerous habit. I knew that every girl working here had their dark secrets, and thus I gave leeway when their attitudes seemed almost unbearable.

I almost forgot to add, it has been 3 months since my 21st birthday. I no longer work for Imperial having gotten headhunted by Winnie, my current manager to work at Velvet Kiss, one of the most premium gentlemen's clubs in Singapore. There was an incredible pay hike, more demanding job scope, bitchier girls but... really rich men. Much has changed in the brief 2 years, and all that I can say is that I was just starting to truly live, all over again.

Cary and I were halfway through with our Bachelor degree, and to nobody's surprise, she was still together with Kevin, who had gotten her enough Chanel bags to open a store. Lisa had gone back to Taiwan for a long holiday, coming back in a few months' time whilst MiMi secured her study permit and was in her first year at a private U. She got together with a douche bag who somehow never failed to make her cry. And all of us were still as close as before.

Although the school fees were still a struggle, I breathed easier having started work at Velvet Kiss, indulging in a spa or manicure every now and then thanks to the occasional nudge from Cary. I was still standing at 1.65m tall, but I had gotten shapely from the weekly yoga class. My breasts were not large, but satisfactorily sizable and extremely perky, no thanks to all the trouble I gone through, of course. I decided to tone down on my hair color, choosing a muted dark chocolate brown. I pampered my strands with a daily regime of expensive treatment until my hair was naturally tousled and curled seductively at the ends. And, I finally shed my contact lenses for Lasik which was very much encouraged by Cary for the practicability and discouraged by MiMi due to the after-effects.

Tiffany and I charged into the powder room, make up brushes brewed a snow storm as we touched-up our make up in a bustle, our eyes glued to the ticking second hand of the clock. I stripped, my hands ransacking the clothing rack for my bottom gear as Tiffany helped me with my corset, pulling hard at the ribbons to eliminate any space. It was constructed entirely from lace, held together solely by metal boning. The sweetheart bust-line was double lined with more lace for modesty and the half cups ensured my breasts sat snugly within the bindings, my cleavage enhanced by a smart flick of the bronzing powder.

The shape of my curves loomed prominently as the corset held its position, my fair skin peeking through the translucency of the lace. I fumbled clumsily into a black ballet mini that was pure mesh and satin piping. I chose sheer thigh high stockings to match my lace garters which had ribbons on either side of the thighs. Tiffany sprayed a fine mist over my hair to freshen up. One last spritz of the perfume, more lip gloss, and I was ready for work. We donned masquerade masks which matched the theme of our section, mine had a black feather at the side that bounced merrily with every step as my heels barely made noise against the soft carpet.

We took the lift to the upper floor, where the more exclusive rooms were reserved for the VIPs. Dark wood paneling inlaid with gold centerfold moldings were chosen for the walls which was more tastefully expensive than the lower floors. Chandeliers hung from the tall ceilings, looking wispy in their soft solemn glow, illuminating the romantically darkened hallways sprinkled with generous wall murals and art pieces. Faint yet refined laughter could be heard reverberating from the rooms.

Tiffany held my hand as we navigated through the confusing corridors, and finally, we arrived at the Penthouse suite. The room had a 180 degree view of the urban landscape of the CBD area. The city lights were saturated with bewitching glamour as the colorful brilliance streamed in through the free falling windows. The party was in full swing as the other girls piled up on the couches and patio chairs. Random party guests made out in the fizzy hot tub as the water jets bubbled in changing colors.

I tried to make out the familiar silhouettes of Gerald or Lincoln, and I finally spotted Lincoln seated on the daybed, an unknown colleague of mine by his side, trying to cajole and coerce him into drinking more wine. The mask made it hard to see, and the inadequacy of light was not helping. The Penthouse featured a mini stage with full surround sound system and a variety of disco party lights. Tiffany and I rushed backstage as we motioned to the DJ. We had one minute before our stipulated performance.

We arranged our chairs as shuffling of feet could be heard before the stage curtains. The guests were taking their places to watch the performance. I felt adrenaline gush through my veins, but it wasn't nervousness, just a plain spurt of excitement. It was an ultimate enjoyment for me to be on stage. I took my place on the chair, my hand gripping the edge as I parted my legs, my toes outstretched, two spotlights were shone on Tiffany and I, making our legs look a mile longer and slimmer.

Sexy soft jazz played as the curtains parted slowly. From the corner of my eyes, I could make out the figures of Gerald and Lincoln, both taking the prestigious front seats as various other men jostled up in the second row, a bevy of girls in their arms. A saxophone started playing, and it was our cue to start. I flicked my hair back, as I crossed my legs. I then dipped low, as my left fingers trailed up from my toes up to my thighs. My right hand held the back of the chair for support.

I jolted up to stand, my right hand masterfully rotating the chair to bring it to the front. I stole a glance at Tiffany to double check our synchronization, our movements were indeed in unison as we put our left foot on the chairs, throwing our heads back to embrace the seduction of the music. I plopped down onto the chair, my breasts squashed against the backrest of the chair which was back facing the audience. Throwing a wink casually at Gerald who only managed a tiny smile, I paid no attention to his moodiness. Feeling all eyes on me, I turned sideways. My thighs parted and closed to the drops of the bass, as chest pops followed in effortless harmony.

After dishing out a few more well practiced moves, we took to the floor, our asses jutting and gyrating to the music. Crawling has never been more sensual as Tiffany and I crawled under the chairs, our bodies arching in faultless rhythm, undulating to the intensity of the beats. We lied down on the smooth parqueted floor tiles, our legs up straight in the air, adjacent from the audience. The spotlights dimmed to a soft lazy glow, trailing from the legs up as my body moved with the tenderness of the jazz in orgasmic transition. We then knelt facing the audience, hands forward before I stuck out my left arm, my finger gesturing as I whispered the words "Come to me" to match my nefarious stare before the curtains fell to the chaotic applause. And the performance was complete.

Tiffany hugged me as we went backstage. I walked to the patio and found Gerald, whisky in his hand, sulking at a corner. I pawed in noiselessly, removing my mask, and took my place beside him, my hands fully stretched against the balcony railing as I took a deep breath. Gerald acknowledged my presence, but did not speak. And neither did I. I took his glass and downed a huge swig. The grimness of the alcohol fizzled in my throat, leaving a fiery trail, igniting my belly. I never did really appreciated hard liquor on the rocks but I knew how to please Gerald.

Gerald was the CEO of a distinguished company. His austere behavior at work coupled with his capability made him both feared and respected by everyone within his work and social circles. He was not one you would describe as handsome, but his enigmatic and assertive charm made him appear irresistible. A Hongkong and Australian mix, he was tall, probably at 1.78M with fair skin and a slight beer belly. Flecks of gray littered his hair, giving away clues of his age, 42. The well-worn silver ray ban spectacles framed two stern but otherwise large brown eyes. And no one hardly notice due to his lack of positive emotions, but Gerald had beautiful dimples when he smiled.

He disappeared into the Penthouse. I did not bother to move an inch, only reaching for the cigarette pack on the patio table in front of me. My abhorrence for smoking was dampened as I knew Gerald always enjoyed watching me smoke. Photography being his hobby, Gerald was fascinated by the imagery of me with a cigarette between my lips. He said it was nothing short of sexy, and majorly different from how undignified smoking usually made an Asian woman look. True to his compliments, a photo he took of me smoking ended up on the front cover of a local photography magazine.

Gerald emerged from behind the heavy glass doors with a waiter carrying a large bottle of Crystal champagne partially submerged in a bucket of ice, two glasses in his other hand. A spark glimmered in Gerald's eyes when I exhaled the smoke before resting the cigarette at the edge of the ash tray. The champagne meant an additional 2000 dollars slipping into our section's earnings. The waiter bowed politely before exiting the patio, leaving two of us. I watched him pop the champagne, filling the glasses as the liquid gently bubbled. We toasted and sipped, before he whipped out his lighter and lit a cigar.

The remains of my cigarette faded into dying embers on the ash tray as we shared the cigar. He still did not speak. And I knew I was not to rush it. Lincoln crept to the patio with Tiffany by his side. And we had rounds after rounds of champagne as Lincoln attempted to strike casual work conversations with Gerald. I could feel Gerald loosening a bit, but he was still sullen. Lincoln exchanged nervous glances with Tiffany as they turned to look at me imploringly. I nodded and they took their leave.

He took a seat on the patio chair, slouching towards the left side. The ample space left on the spacious seat reflected his evident invitation for me to sit right beside him. To which I did. I tucked my legs under the mesh skirt, the garters tugging at the stockings. I looked right at him with a small innocuous smile across my lips. We clinked glasses, sipping the champagne as he leaned back against the chair, letting out a huge, sad sigh.
He closed his eyes, as I helped to put his glass away onto the table. He clasped his hands together and looked troubled. For a moment, I could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Work?" I questioned.
"No... Angela." He answered, honestly and briskly.

I questioned no further. His distraught wife who had squandered his money on gigolos, left him  after falling in love with one of them. Due to the court ruling in her favor as she was after all, a local, Angela never quit in trying to milk more money out of Gerald despite the heavy allowance given. The gigolo obviously left her almost immediately after taking most of the compensation cash from the split. But Gerald still carried a torch for her, never failing to succumb to her false bouts of tears and emotional breakdowns.

The frown across his forehead lightened as I worked my fingers on his thighs into a deep massage. Kneading hard, the smooth fabric of his Giorgio Armani pants made no friction as they flowed fluidly beneath my touch. I felt sorry for him, and a huge part of me wanted to scream at him to wake him up. But we all have our weaknesses, and his was undoubtedly, his love for Angela.

Gerald opened his left eye and squinted at me. I felt his hand patting my arm. I stopped my massage and looked back at him. He sat up to plant a kiss on my forehead before breaking into a smile.

"You always know the right things to do, don't you?" He spoke, the tone of his voice changed drastically, it was now passionate and light-hearted.

"Well, someone here has to take a risk and step right into the middle of the lion's wrath, is it not?" I teased.

He took my hand and we stepped into the Penthouse. Gerald placed an order for 3 more bottles of Crystal and a Belvedere Magnum. We have far exceeded Naomi's section in terms of the daily cash sale. Tiffany rushed over to bring us two over to the mini dance floor as we danced. I winked at Tiffany when the bottles arrived. The party crowd went crazy as we popped the champagne, soaking the guests with frothy goodness, and it was all just a hell load of fun.

Right before Gerald and Lincoln had to leave, Gerald leaned in to kiss my cheek before saying

"You are very special to me, Violette. And there's someone I would love for you to meet. I'll see you on Friday night, okay? Put on a show for me, and strappy heels please." He smiled as we hugged before exiting through the door.

I wondered who that someone was. I have always trusted Lisa's suggestions, and this time, coming from Gerald, I am more eager than ever, because something inside me told me it'd be good.

Lesson 10: In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. 

Chapter 9: Lisa's introduction

I did not mean to, but Cary knew paying off the school fees would be a problem. Despite her relentless behest for me to "take a loan" from her, I had made my stand on wanting to settle the fees myself. Lisa, Cary, MiMi and I, having formed fast friends, were talking about potential jobs for me which had to be sufficient not only for the fees, but for my daily expenses. Flexibility was a problem as the school hours made it hard for me to commit full-time.

I have always considered myself frugal and not much of an obsessive label whore. In fact, I think its attributable to the fact that I had never even been able to afford any luxury good to know how it feels like to begin with. However, it was a constant struggle deep down inside whenever I hung out with the girls as they had no financial woes, and only wined and dined at the finest restaurants. Its always nice to have your meals paid for, but somehow the idea of "free loader" was jabbing sharply at my conscience and pride.

The four of us chatted over tea at TCC once, and being lost in their swanky conversation of Prada, LV and Gucci, it gave me time to do my observatory work. Lisa looked really attractive clad in a daffodil yellow floral dress from BEBE. She was arguing with Cary about which monogram LV bag was the hottest from the last season. And I knew Lisa was the kind of girl who spoke her mind. No inhibitions and no hidden agendas. A good friend.

I remember that night with Ivan, Lisa woke up and was disappointed to find that Ivan disappeared without a trace. I asked if they had sex, and she nodded her head. I felt a slight lurch in my heart, although I knew that answer right from the start. After telling her what actually happened, Lisa was angry that Ivan was such an asshole, but brushed it off with "At least he gave great sex." and we all laughed it off.

I shifted my gaze to MiMi, who was dressed in tight leather pants, an Ed Hardy tank top and stilettos from Guess. Her androgynous attire paid perfect tribute to her hairstyle and cold stare. Her left leg was curled suggestively over my right foot as we sat at the circular table. She never stopped texting me after our rendezvous that night. Somehow, it became a silent pact that our attraction for each other was to be kept under wraps, and purely just for pleasure purposes.

MiMi was listening intently to the conversation, her elbow propped on the table and hand supporting her chin. She was an attentive listener, making comments only when necessary. Her balance of femininity crossed with masculinity intrigued me as it was wildly exotic. Her face hardly betrays her emotions, or if she was even capable of any. I never stopped feeling that she had plenty of lewd thoughts swimming in her mind whenever our eyes met. And it was incredibly sexy.

I told MiMi about the rape. And I had no idea why I did. But somehow I felt that I had to. I needed to ask someone why do I still crave sex even after such a nasty thing happened to me. Am I considered a slut? Did I secretly enjoy the rape? Or was it the rape that changed me to become a tainted soul with impure thoughts? MiMi listened quietly as I let her in onto my urges, the strange vibe inside me and my addiction to giving and receiving pleasure.

That was when I finally knew why I felt that way. MiMi explained that I am probably, a nymphomaniac. Its a term to describe females who possess an extremely strong desire for sex. Its like as though I am always on aphrodisiac. And she said being a nympho does not equate to slut as nymphos are proud of themselves just as any man, would be pleased to ever meet and own one.

And, I accepted that term. She elaborated on how I felt disgusted by the rape because it was something against my will, not to mention, the aesthetically unpleasant men that were at it. However, it would be wrong if that terrible incident placed a barricade over my mentality as I deserved every right to feel the right kind of pleasure again.

Having matured over the months, I was starting to embrace the strange vibe. I just had to learn how to play my cards right. So, after the heart to heart talk with MiMi, I was relieved upon knowing the scar from the rape was finally healed and sealed away at the furthest end of my memories.

Lastly, I looked at Cary who was seated on my left. Her white chiffon dress from Ted Baker was flowy and princess-like. Her manicured nails were wrapped around her tea cup as she rambled on with Lisa, their senseless argument was nothing short of entertainment for MiMi and I. After all the months that I spent with Cary, it dawned onto me that she had many layers, and a lot more which I have yet to uncover.

Cary had taught me many lessons of life, all of which I had humbly etched into my brain. And she made me who I became. I looked at my reflection on my phone, egg shaped face with  soft and full lips and... large almond eyes complemented by discernible double eyelids. I no longer needed the tape. My cheeks glowed from the mild bronzer as my hair fell perfectly, swept on to rest upon my left shoulder.

I owe her more than I can ever repay. And I knew she was aware of that.

Lisa finally snapped out of the argument, digressing to my job hunt. "I have a job in mind, I think it suits you perfectly because there's much booze included. But it may be sleazy..." She bit her lip as MiMi shot her a death glare.

"Does it pay well?" was all I said, knowing beggars can't be choosers.

"Yes. Very... if you know how to. China women are really good at it." Lisa rised her eyebrows playfully at Cary, sticking out her tongue, much to Cary's ruffled expression.

"What is that??? Sounds really... err.. " I stopped my sentence, knowing it was a landmine waiting to explode as Cary's face was flushed from the personal attack on her country.

"Its working at a KTV as hostess. The sleazy ones pay really well if you are popular and .. open-minded." MiMi resolved the tension with her chilly voice.

The image of a large orgy within the interiors of a KTV room popped up into my mind. I gulped. Surely it can't be that bad. I snapped out of that scene and returned to reality with 3 pairs of eyes staring at me.

"I'll do it." was my reply.

~

Two weeks later, it was a Friday night. Cary helped me with my make up whilst Lisa chose a suitable outfit for me; A really short Alexander Mcqueen dress with fitted bodice and lace inserts, paired with glossy black strappy stilettos from Jimmy Choo. It was time for my interview with the KTV hostess, often addressed as "Mummy". She takes care of the girls in a pimp sort of way, and does the arrangement of assigning the girls to suit the clients' preferred choice.

I remember the pompous doors painted gold with two dragons circling the glitzy signboard bearing the KTV's name, "Imperial". The waitresses wore traditional qipaos with high slits, their bare thighs sculpted and smooth, elongated by their high heels. They conversed mainly in fluent Chinese and exaggeratedly sweet coy tones, proving that Lisa's remark about PRCs working at the KTV to be, really accurate.

Lisa took my hand as we stepped through the door, navigating through the posse of servers, waitresses and managers, our heels making no noise against the rich carpeted floor. Music resonated from the walls, merged with men's laughter and bass so loud, the vibrations sent tremors down the corridors.

We stopped in front of a "Staff only" door, a single chestnut door with creaky hinges as a woman opened it to welcome us. She was tiny, her long straight hair perfectly brushed to a shine. Unlike the waitresses and their inch thick makeup, the woman wore only a red lipstick and smudged eyeliner. Her eyebrows were tweezed so fine they were just two curved lines running across the small width of her forehead.

She had a mole on her cheek, 2 inches from her thin lips. Neither pleasant nor friendly was the word to describe her, but she had a vibe that was really stern but motherly. The woman broke into a smile upon seeing Lisa, and gestured gaily for us to step in.

My intuition was right, she was the "Mummy", and her name was Jenny, but I was to call her Mummy, if I get employed. She seated us on plastic stools, right in the midst of the messy staff room. A large mirror hung on the wall, with bright lights to illuminate the otherwise dark interior. Make up brushes and lotions were littered across the dressing table as Jenny shoved some away to make space for two tea cups. She poured tea from a thermal flask, whisked out from nowhere as Lisa and I sipped obediently.

Finally, Jenny took a long look at me and said "You are very pretty. Good." She motioned for me to stand up as she twirled me around, her hands felt cold and clammy as she touched my legs, before smacking my ass. "Very perky butt eh. Men like. But, not much breasts? Chinese and Japanese clients will not like you as much then. Have to push."

Jenny cupped my breasts and squeezed them together. Lisa grinned at me and mouthed "TIME FOR SHOPPING" as I rolled my eyes at her. Jenny then disappeared into the clutter of the room as I heard the opening of a cupboard. She came back with an employment contract.

"Now, the basic salary is 12$ an hour for probation, then $15 after 3 months. Your basic is higher than most other waitresses because you are local. Every room that you go to will guarantee a red packet of minimum, 50$. You get commission from liquor sales too. However, the sales will be shared with the other girls in the room as well. Tips from customers are for your own keepsake. We are open every day except for Tuesday. You are required to work a minimum of 3 days a week. Understand?" Jenny spoke in  hokkien accented English.

Lisa then placed her empty tea cup onto the dressing table and said "Jen, don't forget to instruct her on the... special services."

Jenny nodded and straight right into my eyes as I tried not to look fazed. "Here, our girls provide special services to our customers, such as touching, kissing and blow jobs. It is taboo to negotiate the price as we are a licensed KTV, so these have to occur under "willing and normal circumstances" the money will be placed into your red packet before the client leaves, so be sure to check that it is the right amount. touching and kissing are usually 20-30$, and sucking is of course higher, 50-80$ depends on how much he likes you."

She spoke really normally despite the crudeness of the sentences and to which I merely nodded to show that I understood. Jenny handed me a signo ball point pen and the contract. As I sieved through the wordy Terms and Conditions, she added "If the customer asks for sex, it is to your own discretion to discuss with him if he takes you out of the KTV, but only leave when your shift ends, which is 3am. I will not be responsible if anything happens. However, it is not compulsory and you can reject them."

I nodded again, as I fought to suppress images of fat old men trying to wrestle their dicks up into me. I signed and handed Jenny the papers. "Here you go, mummy." I ended the sentence with a smile. Jenny patted my shoulder affectionately and said "You are a fast learner. See you next wednesday!" as she waved goodbye.

Lisa and I exited the door and went out of the building to meet up with Cary and MiMi, who reached a few minutes back by taxi. They were both dressed really well and I shot a suspicious look. Cary rushed forward to embrace me before quipping "We are heading to Zouk for a celebration!"
I groaned as I had work the next day, which was the 2nd last day of my waitressing over at the restaurant. Oblivious to my protests, Lisa and Cary shoved me into the awaiting taxi and in 15minutes, we were right at the entrance of Zouk.

The two of them chatted furiously whilst MiMi hooked my arm and we strolled leisurely behind. Then, she nudged me with her arm as we scaled the stairs up to the bar. "Look to your right." She whispered.

It was Ivan, in the familiar jacket and same affable yet sexy expression on his face. He was leaning against the wall to the toilet and to which I assumed, he was waiting for a girl. Some new prey I supposed. Not wanting to alert Lisa for fear of what antics she may come up with, MiMi and I stood at a strategic spot behind an adjacent pillar for a better view. Lisa and Cary went ahead to queue at the bar to place their orders, the high influx of people served as good blockage between Lisa and Ivan.

I was right. A girl dressed in a scanty attire of black hot pants and a cropped lace top showing an unhampered view of her black bra stepped out from the corner of the toilet and locked arms with Ivan. And they walked, towards us. My heart started pounding so loud it could almost deafen the drowning house music. MiMi spoke quickly "What are you going to do? He will see you for sure!"
I gulped before attempting to unlock the strange vibe in me.

Ivan rounded the pillar, and before I knew it, he was right in front of me. He stopped in his tracks and let go of the girl's hand. I stood staunchly at my position and stared ferally in a bid to dampen his beguiling gaze. The girl's eyes ping-ponged between Ivan and I as though trying to comprehend the intensity of the situation.

And to which, all I said was "Hi, I see you have yourself a nice prey there. Have fun." I patted his chest and winked, before grabbing MiMi's arm and strode past the pair, before disappearing into the queue to look for Cary and Lisa.

Lisa punched the air in anger as we related the incident to her over our jug of bourbon coke. Cary gave her a hug to calm her down before indicting she had to go to the restroom to answer Kevin's call. It had been 6 months and they were still dating. Maybe I was wrong about him.

Not long after our third jug, we set off to the dance floor and created quite a storm. Guys were dancing us up and we bumped into Ivan again. Lisa looked at him with disgust as he ground his hips against the same girl we met outside the toilet. She turned away and allowed herself to be wedged between two overly horny men whilst Cary danced with MiMi. I felt Ivan's eyes on me as I pretended to be immune to his attempts to catch my attention.

I proceeded to touch the cheek of the guy in front of me, before dipping low and gliding against him like a cat in heat. I then turned to face Ivan, with the guy's arms wrapped hungrily across my midriff. I relished the jealousy strewn across that pretty face as he tried to ignore the scene by fondling the girl's body.

My hand reached out for Ivan's face as I pulled his ear close to my lips, "Do you like things that are harder to get?... because... me too." I licked the lobe of his ear before pushing him away. I kissed the guy who held me on the cheek before waving goodbye. I no longer had use for him as I walked back to the girls, leaving the two guys confused as hell. I could have sworn I saw Ivan's ego deflating.

That was the last time I saw him. And that typical game of hearts that he played could not precede subduing me, although it left me gasping for air;  I had finally mastered to never submit to that, and that's when I could safely say, when a playboy meets a playgirl, I can change the stereotype by claiming my rightful victory in that match.

lesson 9: humans will never cherish nor fully appreciate anything that they can get within reach. 

Chapter 8: Playboy meets playgirl

As Wayne swiped the key card and opened the hotel room door, we were greeted by a decadently lavish living area. The night curtains of the free falling windows were tied up, revealing a breathtaking panoramic view of the Singapore skyline. Flashing neon lights dotted the landscape, and the Singapore flyer loomed majestically, the wheel whirled in a myriad of color burst. We were on top of the world.

The posh lounge chairs were in a rich color of wheat, threaded in intricate embroidery that glimmered with a silken sheen. Plump goose-feather cushions weighed down heavily on the seats in matching embroidered designs. A large fresh fruit platter occupied the beautifully lacquered rosewood coffee table, the exotic fruit variety guaranteed to whet any palate. An array of magazines were fanned out right next to it, featuring only the top tier reads. A modern art-piece hung adjacent to an ostentatious 55 inch LED tv, which was switched on, showing HBO.

Lisa was already helping herself to a premium selection of Godiva chocolates at the bar, which was far from "mini". A private wine cellar was stashed away at a corner of the kitchenette, with the finest selection of aged wines. Wayne pulled out a bottle of champagne, and stuck it into the frosted wine-cooler. Reaching for the wine glasses suspended above the counter top, Wayne pulled out 5 glasses from the rack. He then proceeded to chill the glasses by dipping them into wine-cooler.

Ivan assisted with the bottle opening whilst I set out to help Cary to the master bedroom, as graciously invited by Wayne. Cary's cheeks were flushed from the alcohol as she ambled clumsily into the room, her weight strained against me as I supported her with my arm. I tucked her into the opulent 4 poster bed and pulled the blanket up before leaving the night light on. The room looked romantic and fairy-tale like in the warm glow of the amber light.

I followed the sound of their voices, which directed me to the Jacuzzi area. It was spacious and entirely floored in marble. The Jacuzzi sat in the middle as liquid eruptions formed over the sloshing surface thanks to the powerful water jets. Wayne and Ivan were already in their boxers, their legs dipped into the invitingly warm water of the Jacuzzi. I found it almost impossible to tear my eyes away from Ivan's almost naked form. He was lean, but really toned as his chest was slick from the water droplets which snaked down deliberately over his delicious abs, soaking his boxers.

MiMi and Lisa came out from the bathrooms in their swimsuits, a red polkadot tube monokini and a stripey blue tie string bikini respectively. Mimi stuck her perfectly toned leg into the Jacuzzi, swirling gracefully, getting accustomed to the temperature before dipping her full body in. She smiled at me and gestured for me to follow suit. Lisa pulled my hand excitedly, and pleaded for me to put on her spare wetsuit. I followed her to the guest room where her L.V luggage bag was, and waited as she flipped through a mountain of clothes.

The guest room was adorned in a modern french flair, with Picasso art pieces and metallic lights. Two super single beds stretched out across the room, dressed in matching contemporary bedding of pastel hues. A subliminal brass sculpture guarded a work desk, which looked like it was about to give way under a surfeit of shopping bags from Gucci, Prada, Lanvin and Hermes.

Lisa dug out a beautiful two piece from Miss Selfridge. The top was a triangle halter neck with black lacy ruffles, and the bottom too,was black with a ruffled skirting. A stunning gold brooch "Selfridge" was sewed at the lower right hem. It fitted like a charm as the padding inserted cushioned my breasts, making them appear fuller. My consistent visit to the clinic and daily routine of the horrible tea consumption had paid off. I stared into the mirror for a split second, admiring my fruit of labor, literally.

"Lisa, you like Ivan?" I asked as Lisa tied the strings of my halter neck into a ribbon.
"He is cute. I don't mind having fun with him." Lisa replied honestly, giggling like a school girl.

A weird idea suddenly formed in my head.

We splashed in the Jacuzzi as I pulled MiMi to sit by me, allowing Lisa to nestle in next to Ivan. She grabbed his arm suggestively as she accidentally rubs her soft breast against his toned flesh. I pretended to be engrossed in a group chat with Wayne and MiMi, laughing merrily as we played guessing games. The five of us then finished three bottles of champagne, and the atmosphere was in flames. Wayne decided to call it a night as he got out of the tub to shower and collapse onto the bed next to Cary.

It was just us four, inebriated at 4.30 am in the morning, feeling the heat from the alcohol, the water jets and indomitable lust. Ivan was obviously more tipsy than he had wanted to be, sporting a healthy pink tinge all over his body and cheeks. Lisa took advantage of the situation by proposing a lascivious game of truth and dare with the couple of beers left unfinished.

The first spin of the bottle. With the luck of a distraught gambler, it was my turn to give Ivan a dare. Lisa looked at me expectantly, holding her breath in anticipation. Ivan looked at me intently. I gave him a come-hither smirk. I clapped my hands in delight as I announced: "Ivan has to kiss Lisa from her neck, down her cleavage, to the navel and end at the start of tie string bikini bottom." Ivan's jaw tightened. He knew I was doing it on purpose.

I indulged in the fact that I knew how a playboy like him operates. I was no way more attractive than Lisa, but the idea of playing hard-to-get tickled at Ivan's ego, because he was too used to getting whatever he wants. Lisa let out a false scream of shock upon hearing my dare, but allowed Ivan to lunge at her body, his tender lips caressing the streamline of her body. It was strangely erotic to voyeur such a scene.

Second spin. It was Lisa's turn to give MiMi a dare. "French kiss Violette for 1 minute." She ordered, her legs scantily hovered across Ivan's lap. It only made sense as there were no other suitable candidate. MiMi caressed my cheek gently, her fingers wrinkled from soaking in the tub. I played along as I inched towards her, our heads tilted in consonant angles as our lips searched for each other. Her arms were wrapped around me as I felt her tender tongue snaking through my lips, reaching out for mine.

I could hear Lisa counting down faintly in the background, her voice hovering over the sound of the water jets. But I was lost in the tension that was building up from the kiss. MiMi was sweet, hints of vodka, champagne and strawberries tantalized my tastebuds. Our tongues tangoed slowly, rubbing and tasting. It was gentle, girly and very passionate. Her hands moved steadily to the front, and I felt her cupping my soft breasts in her palms. I was alarmed, but the arousal was a sensation too powerful and too pleasurable that I was rooted.

"And... 60!" Lisa ended the dare with joint applause from Ivan. MiMi pulled away from me slowly, with a knowing smile on her face. I was confused, but I smiled back in response. A few more rounds then ensued, and with the last beer gone, Ivan got up and said "Alright, its time for bed! I'm dying." Lisa followed him like a puppy, rushing to hold his hand. Ivan turned back to look at me and I shot a glance at Lisa, to indicate she has already claimed him for the night. His smile stiffened as he walked away.

"Violette, you can share my bed." MiMi offered, still soaking in the watery bliss, no intention of leaving yet.

"You not gonna turn in?" I questioned. It was already 5.45am.

"Lisa is probably going to need some space with Ivan." MiMi hinted wisely. I assumed Lisa must have expressed her desire for Ivan long ago during the cab ride.

"Oh. Well. I guess then we just have to stay here for awhile more then." I kicked back, letting the jets massage my aching back, allowing my legs to be pummeled by the harsh flow.

"Violette, have you ever kissed a girl?" MiMi asked. And I could tell from her tone that she has been hatching something since the moment we met.

"No... Not really. I guess. Why?"

"You are into girls. I can feel it. Let me show you..." MiMi sat closer next to me, and I felt my heart pounding defiantly in my chest.

Before I could part my lips to speak, her mouth was already pressed against them, her tongue wriggling and making love to mine, which was reciprocating to its fullest might. Her hands were slow and sensual, touching all the right spots, tickling, trailing, circling from my spine, to my thighs, to my pelvic region. My disobedient body quivered from such tease as I felt myself succumbing to the mercy of another female entity.

My hands moved on their own accord, working their way into her tube monokini as I undid the ribbon in front. Her breasts spilled out, firm and taut, her nipples rigid in attention. I fondled with them, the touch of the tender goodness sent off bolts of electricity down my nerves. MiMi did the same, her fingers untying the strings at the back of my bikini. I felt my breasts freed from the wetsuit, submerged in the water. She pulled me up, her tongue now working hard on my nipples, her hand groping the circumference with passion.

A soft moan escaped my lips as she nibbled, her fingers then trailing to my bikini bottom, tugging at it, pulling it down. She then directed me to lie at the edge of the Jacuzzi, my legs spread apart. It was chilly now that my body is exposed to the cold air conditioning as I lie there, facing the ceiling, but the heat of the water gushing towards my sex drove me mad. And then she dived right into the middle, her hands holding my thighs firmly. She was in full view of my sex, as she smiled and kissed the labia slowly.

Her tongue then flicked at my sensitive bud, licking furiously. I moaned, my hands reaching forward to grab her hair. Goosebumps formed on my arms as I raised my head to watch her at work. She sucked at the bud in a steady rhythm, her right hand forked to part my nether lips for easier access. Her fingers then went in, thrusting in the same flow as her tongue, rubbing, sucking and stroking. I felt the pleasure building up as I thrashed about, my hips rising and falling to the rhythm of her cunnilingus. My bud was swollen and almost bursting with pleasure as my moans grew louder.

She then increased her speed as her fingers went faster, the sound of my juice merged with the vibrations of the water jets in lewd harmony. Her tongue dribbled hard at my bud as her soft lips sucked hard at the radius of it. Harder and harder... as I let out a helpless cry, my hips stirring fervently. The climax then exploded as I felt the orgasm rupturing from within, the waves of pleasure collided against the surges of the waves from the Jacuzzi.

The strange vibe that I had been feeling dominated me throughout the whole session with MiMi. As we got out of the tub and headed to the bathroom, I finally knew what it was. It was the dark side of me, of lust, deceit, tease and heartbreaker. I do not know if it has been predominating only after the vicious rape incident, but I was sure that it had only been dormant, having existed since a long time ago... I guess it was the real me that I had suppressed after being hurt by Darren.

But things are different now.

We changed and sneaked quietly into the guestroom. Lisa was asleep, but Ivan was nowhere to be seen. MiMi gave me a hug before climbing into her bed. I went out of the room dressed in nothing but a bathrobe as we did not want to wake Lisa by turning on the lights to look for dry clothes.

I searched through the Penthouse and finally found Ivan standing in the balcony, which delivered a full view of the daybreak. It was breathtaking. Ivan was clad in Wayne's spare shorts, his abs glowing from the sun rays. We stood in silence as we admired the view.  And suddenly, Ivan turned to look at me.

"I don't know what you think of me. But whatever it is, its not true." I detected anger in his voice, but I did not turn to face him.

"Lisa likes you." was all that I could come up with.

"I don't care about her. Why are you so weird? And so mean? I came here because of you."

"Did you guys not have sex?" I asked, a part of me felt that Lisa would always make sure she have anything that she wanted.

"I told you I am not whatever that you think of me as." Ivan could not bear with my detachment from the emotional conversation, his arms yanking at my shoulders, spinning me to look him in the eyes. The way he avoided my question left too much dubiety to be answered.

The sun has risen fully, the golden rays shone luminously against Ivan's face, making him look more attractive than he already is.

"I want you. And I don't want to play games anymore. Come with me to my place. I want time with you alone.. in my arms." Ivan stared right through my eyes, as though he could look into my soul. He bent down to kiss me on the lips.

I could have sworn my heart almost melted at that very moment, but images of Darren popped up in my head as I bit my lips, thinking of a smart reply.

"Lisa is my friend." I answered.

"You only met her last night!!!" Ivan raised his voice a little, feeling agitated.

"And so did you." I pushed his hands away as those words left my lips, stepping away from the balcony, pushing at the sliding door. Before I walked into the cold living area, I turned back and said

"Go pick someone else that ain't got a brain."

As I walked into the guest room, I heard Ivan gathering his things before the front door clicked open. And he was gone.

lesson 8: A man who truly wants you, will never let another woman walk into his arms.