My Bet with my colleague

[ilikeoldchangke]

Too busy to update this couple of days.


Double big dose tomorrow.


Will wrap up by this week.




cheers


ilock

[fd1234]

Originally Posted by ilikeoldchangke

Too busy to update this couple of days.


Double big dose tomorrow.


Will wrap up by this week.




cheers


ilock

Thank you James!

[koebshaq0_0]

Thank you bro ilock!!!

[Nuahster]

Power la, bro! Now, you are my only source of contemporary literature.

Originally Posted by ilikeoldchangke

Too busy to update this couple of days.


Double big dose tomorrow.


Will wrap up by this week.




cheers


ilock

[FarAway]

Wrap up means story ending. A bit sad that such great literature is finishing soon. One less thing to look fwd to in here

[23delta]

Gonna miss Joan...

[Mystery33]

Amazing read! Going to also be sad that Joan will be leaving us

[manu_no7]

Can we end with a 3P or 4P or even 5P?

[tomyumgong]

aiyoh....today i suppose to submit sales proposal and account plan...your story make we spent all my morning reading and following...i read until page 10, still no action leh....very gan jiong...

you are a good writer...keep it up old chang kee..

Is this a real story...its very vivid!

[limkh11]

waiting for today double dose... cum on....

[tikogoh]

Originally Posted by tomyumgong

aiyoh....today i suppose to submit sales proposal and account plan...your story make we spent all my morning reading and following...i read until page 10, still no action leh....very gan jiong...

you are a good writer...keep it up old chang kee..

Is this a real story...its very vivid!

Best concentrate on your work. The story won't go away after it's been posted. I can promise you that!

My last job, I didn't concentrate on my work (obviously too much net surfing) and I got warning letter from boss. Good thing I quit the job after that.

[ilikeoldchangke]

I exhaled and was about to speak when Joan beat me to it.




Joan : You like my worn clothes ar ?

Joan : Have you done this before ?


Joan : Like even before we got together ?




Her battery of questions came all at once and for some reason I was without a reply.

James : I… can explain…





Joan actually snigger and giggled to herself as she stacked the documents together.






I told Joan what actually happened but she scoffed and snorted when she laughed, adding that she did not believe Patrick would do something like that.


Joan : It’s ok la…. I know I’m hot and young man like you got your needs … hahaha.





I tried to explain again but she waved me off, asking me to quickly finish up the documents and head back.






Barely 10 minutes after we picked up the momentum of binding the documents, Joan actually initiated a series of discussion with me that surprised me.


Using the worn clothing incident as a springboard, Joan actually asked me in a very direct manner what my fetishes were.


Joan : So… what do you …..erm… really really… like ? As in …in a sexual kind of way…



I looked up from the binding machine and my hands jumbled up the slots for the binding teeth.








Joan : Well, you know….. it’s better to be open in a relationship….



She went on a matter of factly and carried on her questions.


Joan : Since I chanced upon your worn clothes fetish….. you might just as well come clean with the rest of them .. haha…







Joan did not even look up at me when she spoke, instead choosing to carry on her work.



I was actually considering what she asked pretty seriously and thoughts of my previous relationships came into my mind. I tried to recall if I had actually had such a conversation with my partners before.

This level of communications seems a little bit too high level for a simple man like me.



Immediately I considered the duration I had been together with Joan, asking myself is it too soon to be discussing these questions, then at the same time I was processing these thoughts, words of advice from older friends who have been married for some time.


They all had the consensus that if you had anything wild on your mind you wanted to try, best to do it early in your relationship.

Especially during the honeymoon period.





James : Let me think about it…. You think about yours too.


She threw a ball of paper at me, adding that she does not have any particular sick fetishes.



Joan : I’m not smelling your worn clothes for sure…..









29th March 2013

Friday






11 am




I could feel a couple of weird stares coming from Patrick’s lunch khakis the past couple of days but I brushed it off as me being too sensitive.

No one would believe me now that Patrick had spoken first. No point explaining myself, it’ll only make things worse.

I guess he had to make the first move in case I decided to spill the beans on him.



I wonder how would he feel if he eventually finds out Joan and I were together.





12.30pm



Joan’s parents actually came and met Joan for lunch that afternoon so I ate with a couple of other colleagues.


Even after the lunch meeting with her parents, her phone rang several times throughout the rest of the day. It was not hard to guess it was her parents.

2 more days before the handover to Thomas and to close the chapter, I guess it’s natural they’re busy with all the necessary preparations.





At 7pm that Friday evening, I was done with my work and ready to leave but Joan was still engaged on the phone.


It’s her parents, they kept bothering her with phone calls, asking her to check her emails and I saw her using her banking token a couple of times. I snuck a few peeps and saw that she must have entered her Singpass into some website no less than 3 times that day.









By 7.45pm


My stomach is growling and I had to resort to munching on crackers I kept in the office. Joan is grumpy and she had a frown on her face as she spoke to her parents over the phone.



Every couple of minutes, she would slide over on her chair, held onto my hand and put whatever I had on my hand into her mouth. Bits of crackers, chocolates, loveletters, even some pistachio nuts.



I considered taking my dick out in my hand and just have it ready but I was worried she might bite it off given her foul mood.








8.15pm



Joan was finally done and she signalled that she was ready to head out for dinner.


James : Everything ok ?


Joan : Yup.





We grabbed a simple dinner at the hawker centre at Kovan before heading over to Joan’s place.








10 pm

I had just come out of the shower when I saw Joan’s parents talking with her at the dining table. I excused myself into her room.




11pm


Joan snuggled up to me in the room and she updated me about the discussion with her parents.


It turns out that her mum had receive calls from several staffs, telling them that Thomas had started hiring quite a few foreigners into the company. Most of them are related one way or another with Thomas girlfriend.

From uncles who use to drive a bus to aunties who use to clean the foodcourt. There was even a new admin staff who was supposedly a good sister of the girlfriend.





The staff were not happy for obvious reasons, they complained of hygiene and unethical handling of food by PRC workers. The trio of chefs that had followed the mum for quite a while were considering leaving too, together with a few other old workers.



James : Let them leave… good what… that way, Thomas new company won’t survive for long.





Joan went on to explain that there’s some new developments because of the staff decisions.



Joan : The chefs wanted to start out on their own… on a smaller scale or course but they only know how to cook and manage a kitchen.


Joan : They are not confident of handling the other operational requirements of the business.



Joan added that her parents was keen to help their old staff start off but they did not want to get involved for too long, so they wanted her to quit her job, take the helm of the new business and eventually they can retire with a piece of mind.





James : Woah… you’re quitting ?


Joan : I don’t know … but my parents already registered the new business entity together with my name in it.








We spent the next 30 minutes talking about her plans but came to no conclusion.




Joan : I got to start from scratch…. Get clients, customers… build up the reputation… it’s going to be challenging.



James : If it’s easy, everyone on the street would own a business already…






Joan : How… how ? ,,…. Headache.



I got up and straddled Joan .


James : Give me a blowjob and I’ll tell you the solution…



I started to pull my shorts aside and Joan just started biting wildly, saying that she will bite it off it I ever go close.




James : You already have a good list of clients….. one that your mum build up over the years.


Joan : What do you mean ?






I gave her a naughty smile and told her she could probably copy all the important information from the office and bring it over to her new company.


James : Send out a mail, say all the chefs and old staff have joined you and so on and so forth…..





She gave me a look of disgust and added ;



Joan : That is so wrong… …. But…. It’s a good idea though…



I parted my shorts aside totally and Joan hesitated for a while before taking my dick in and I felt the instant comfort and warmth of her mouth on my manhood.





I continued talking as Joan sucked a little half-heartedly at my dick.




James : Erhgh…..you see… urgh.. once Thomas new PRC staff …uerghhh urghh.. takes over… urgh… the standard would probably drop…



I exhaled and readjusted my position so Joan could take more of me inside her mouth.



James : Your old clients would probably start leaving…urghh..urgh… they would need to find someone else…






I felt the sudden increase in suction pressure and Joans’ hands had came over to my waist as I struggled to balance while holding onto the bed frame and the wall.



James : urghh… urgh…. Rather they find a new company… arghh… urgh… they might as well go to you… urghhh… urghh…






The slurping got a little more frequent and as if concurring with what I said, Joan put in more effort into the blowjob.



James : Urgh…urgh… urghh….oh my god… I’m… coming…





Joan suddenly paused and pulled me out.



Joan : But.. how are we going to get the information ? … I can’t exactly walk into the front door and sit at the machine to download everything out.

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I tried to put my dick back into Joan’s mouth but she slap it away.


James : Dear I’m coming….. almost there already..




I half coaxed and beg my way back into Joan’s mouth and the moment the suction started, I could feel the pressure building up.




James : Just…. Arghh.. argh.. just… sneak in at night…arghh..arghh..arghhh.. to copy the information….arhgh.. arhg.. urghhhhhh






I did not know if it was what I spoke but Joan suddenly sucked down so hard, at the same time pressing her tongue down the tip of my dick, as if trying to stop me from cumming but it instead increased the pressure buildup at my dick and I could feel the shiver coming from the back of my spine.


James : ARghh… I’m cumming..




Joan wanted to stop and pull me out but it was too late as I lost control and squirted my sperm deep into her mouth as her eyes widened in horror.

Her mouth wanted to open but perhaps for fear of making a mess, she instead clamped shut.


Joan tried to press down on the tip of my erupting dick with the tongue but the sensitive nerves caused me to squirt more violently, emptying my load into Joan.





Her eyes were wide open and I knew immediately I was going to get a scolding the moment I pull myself out. Joan had already started tapping me vigorously on my hip, as if telling me she’s going to overflow.


I withdrew myself and a slimy trail of saliva and semen followed my dick out.





Joan’s hand tried to cover and protect the drip but her own sudden action caused her to choke and cough.



Joan : Cough…cough… bleh..


I could tell it was not going to be a pretty sight. If we get cum all over the bedsheets and pillowcases, we’re going to have a hard time explaining why we needed to change sheets in the middle of the night.



She tried to sit up and hover over the bin by the side of the bed while covering her mouth at the same time.






I tried to be helpful and started tapping on her back since she was coughing.



James ; Calm down.. calm down… don’t choke…



They was a violent cough and I saw a little trickle of saliva end up in the bin before Joan screamed and tugged my hair.



Joan : You ! …. James !!!... arghhh…




In between coughs, Joan hit me repeatly, blaming me for letting her swallow most of my warm cum.







When she has calmed down enough, I asked her how does it taste like.


Joan : Like the sambal stingray you had for dinner…





I got on top of her and pulled down her pants.



Joan : What are you doing ? ! crazy ah…


James : we shared the stingray… I want to taste for myself….





I got a smack so hard across my head that I tumbled onto my back.


Joan : Don’t touch me for the rest of the month.





We fell asleep after I fingered Joan to her big O.










30th March 2013

Saturday



We had breakfast with Joan’s parents and parted ways at around 11.30am

Joan’s mother commented that she must have had a good sleep the last night, she could see the radiant colours on her cheeks.


I had to restraint myself for laughing out while Joan did not find it funny at all.



James : I read online it’s good for you.


Joan : Then you take it yourself lor.





3pm


We bought a hardisk at a local IT stall and Joan was asking how should we go about doing it.


I told her to just walk right into the office with a swagger.


The papers are not signed yet.





By 5pm over at my place, I could tell Joan was having 2nd thoughts, she did not feel comfortable doing something like this.


Joan : Eh… how… like not very right leh….






6pm

Joan : I think forget it la…




7pm

Joan : How ah James ? …. Should we do it or not ?




8pm


I started packing some tools and equipment into my backpack and I got changed.


Joan : I’m a bit nervous James…



I zipped up my bag and picked out Joan’s clothes for her.


James : Here… change.






The only black clothes she had at my place was a black bra and undies. The rest are pretty much coloured.


James : Nah.. just wear this..


She stripped and got change and I had to force myself not to look but I could already feel my erection building up.



Joan : How ah ? jia lat leh….. like that…. So indecisive…. I’ll make a bad boss…


She buckled her bra up and went to pick out a black t-shirt of mine and just slipped it on although it’s a bit too big and loose for her. Joan rolled up the sleeves and tied the bottom into a cute knot at the side of her left waist.



Then she reached for one of my army running shorts and pulled it on.





James : Don’t worry, just copy and paste only, very fast one…






9pm


I did an equipment check and made sure I had everything I needed in case of an emergency.




10pm




We reached the location of the central kitchen and we alighted 1 street away on the cab. The cab driver gave us a suspicious look but asked no questions.


I waited for the cab to pull away before heading in the direction of the kitchen.


We paused 4-5 units away to observe the unit for a while, concealing ourselves behind some large crates.



We saw a couple of staff slowly filing out from the side door. The last shift ends at 10pm.



10.30pm


We do not know for sure whether all the staff had left but it’s been a while since anyone came out.

Given a choice, no one would want to stay late.


We were about to head over when I saw the road lit up by the headlights of a incoming car.



I quickly pulled Joan aside and back into the shadows.



The headlights illuminated the small road, I could hear the hum of the engine as it slowly cruised down the street.

It should have past us by now but it seems to be going really slow.




I saw the peek of the headlights and I pulled Joan behind the crates, circling around to the back before coming up just in time to see the rear of the vehicle.





We immediately shot each other a look and Joan instantly grabbed my hand, signalling that we should go.


It was Thomas’ car.



I signalled for Joan to calm down while I take a look.



The car eventually stopped, not at the unit owned by Thomas, but instead at the neighbouring lot 2 units away.


The lights and engine were turned off and the entire street fell into a deafening silence.



Aside from the occasional gust of wind scraping leaves by the road, it was quiet.


Joan and I were perspiring and I could see the beads of sweat rolling down the back of her neck as we both observed the vehicle.



It was dark but I know for sure Thomas has yet to step out of the car.


I told Joan to go closer for a look but she was a little unsure.





I reassured her that I know what I’m doing and I brought her on a big detour, keeping to the blindspot of the cars and avoiding the large light cones cast by the street lamps.

As much as we could, we hid in the shadows.




As we slowly crept towards Thomas’ car, I could see some movements. I could hear some voices too, giggles and laughs.


We were about 7-8m away from the car and I could see the windows are down about 1/3 of the way.


I could make out Thomas and a girl in the car.





There was suddenly a loud exclamation and I instantly could tell it was Yanting.



I stole a look at Joan and she had no expressions on her face.



I signalled to her that it’s a good time to head in since they’re busy outside.





I could see Joan was hesitating a little but eventually she nodded her head.


Joan : 不奸不成商。。。





I gave her a surprised look when she said that but said nothing.




James : Any cameras ?

Joan : Only at the main loading areas and the store where we put the expensive ingredients.




We looped our way back the long route and entered the kitchen at 11pm.


Joan keyed in the password and using the light from our phone, we reached the office.







We did not switch on the lights and I immediately went over to Thomas’ station.



There were 2 PCs and 1 laptop in the office.

[ilikeoldchangke]

I told Joan to copy whatever we could and sort it out later.





I powered on all the machines.


While waiting for them to load, I went to the office entrance and kept an eye on the kitchen entrance.


The laptop booted up first and Joan started copying the data into her new hardisk.








11.10pm


The other 2 machine were password protected but Joan just keyed them in.

Joan : It’s the same as the door keypad number. All the password is the same.





We started copying the data from the 2nd PC as Thomas’ machine took a while to boot up.



It was hot and stuffy in the office and I could see our perspiration dripping all over the desk and keyboard as we worked in the dark.






11.20pm








We were about to unplug from the 2nd machine when we heard some commotion.



I immediately switched off the monitors of the PCs and I signalled for Joan to stay low.


I duck walked to the office entrance and I saw Thomas and Yanting entering through the kitchen.





They turned a corner and I saw the lights at a small corridor lit up. I could see the toilet signage hanging at the ceiling, they’re probably washing up.


I told Joan they’re heading to the bathroom and to quickly get the information from Thomas’ PC.






Joan plugged in and was about to copy when the lights for the entire kitchen got turned on.


The white light flooded into the office through the opening and we both immediately stopped what we were doing and paused to listen.



Joan started copying before switching off the monitor. She crawled over to my side and told me it’s going to take 15 minutes.




I could hear nothing. No one was outside.


After what seemed like 5 minutes, Thomas and Yanting emerged from the bathroom.




I could hear Thomas talking in the quiet kitchen. His voice echoed in the big space and I could roughly gauge where his location is at. I stole a peep and saw him heading to the baking section to retrieve some snacks and cakes to eat.

Yanting opened up some metal like cabinet that was emitting steam and I saw her took some pots out with a glove.






Joan : That’s disgusting… they’re eating the food just like this…

I could tell the disdain in Joan’s whisper as she glared at them.





We need to be out of the place before Thomas and Yanting is done with their food. There’s no telling if they would head over to the office.


The lights were all on in the kitchen, if we were to head out now, there’s a good chance we would get caught if they were looking at our direction.



We needed a distraction.




Joan checked that the data was all copied and she unplugged the hardisk.


We both looked like we had just ran a marathon, our t-shirts plastered onto our bodies by our sweat.



I signalled to Joan to call Thomas, but don’t speak.





She tapped in his number, one which she knew by heart and hit dialled.





The loud ringing echoed throughout the empty kitchen and I wanted to laugh when I saw Yanting jumped, almost spilling her dessert.



Yanting : 有病啊。。。电话铃声怎么大。。。 ( Are you mad ? ring tone so loud )






I craned my neck to take a look and saw what I wanted.


Thomas took a look at the caller and turned away from Yanting and answered.



Thomas : Hello… hellow. ? … Joan ? ….hellow..







I told her to hang up



I told her to dropped Thomas a message, saying that she needed to talk to him before calling again.


Everytime she called, she would hold on for about 10-12 seconds before hanging up.


We repeated this for 3 times before dropping Thomas a message that she can hear his voice but he can’t seem to hear hers.






11.45pm



Thomas mentioned that he needed to take a call and he headed for the exit. Yanting followed closely behind, unwilling to be alone in the empty kitchen.


From where Thomas stood, he’s closer to the main loading and unloading entrance, I signalled for Joan to get ready.


The moment I saw him open the side door, we made a dash for the back entrance we came in by.




I heard the slam of the door on the other end of the kitchen and we immediately exited the unit.








Joan’s phone rang almost immediately and she asked me what to do.



I pointed her to the opposite end of the street and we sprinted across the road and I told her to answer the call, pretend to clarify some questions before the meet tomorrow.


I left her to deal with Thomas as I kept a lookout.





5 minutes later, she hung up and we skirted round the sides of the industrial area and started jogging towards the main road.


Neither of us spoke.

We just ran at a comfortable pace for about 5-8 minutes before we spotted cab and hopped on.


Only when we got back to my place at 12.30am did we take out the hard disk and actually had a good laugh at what we did.





We showered and plugged in the data. We spent 30 minutes scanning through it, there was nothing of note, mostly data about food suppliers, recipes, and notes for using the various industrial size cookers.


I was hoping to get a glimpse into the accounts but there was none to be found.



We did manage to get the purchase order for the last 2 work year and a list of corporate clients with special rates offered to them.



It’s still a good start.




We collapsed from our exhausting day and fell asleep.








31th March 2013

Sunday.



11am



Joan was supposed to meet her parents at the office an hour before the official meeting at 3pm


I told her I wanted to be there but it’s probably not a good idea.


Joan was munching on her egg muffin when she suddenly chuckled and said she had a great idea.





We arrived at the office at 1pm.

Joan walked in first to make sure the coast is clear.


After she had gotten hold of one of the staff loyal to her mum, she got him to prepare a set of protective gear for me.





I suit up with a cap, apron, slacks and even a face mask and gloves. I was stationed at the soup section where it’s helmed primarily by the locals, in particular 2 of the chefs that wanted to move on.

I said my friendly greeting to them and was surprised Joan introduced me as her boyfriend.




She told them in dialect that she did not want Thomas to know I was present that day.





Joan showed me where the pantry were, I was to bring in some drinks later for her parents during the meeting when she drops me a message.


Joan : This is if I need you to be inside. If not…. I think it’s better you don’t ….. I don’t want any unpleasant incident with Thomas again.


I nodded.


My only worry was Yanting would recognise me.






Joan spent some time chatting and gossiping with the local staff and she laughed when she found out from them that Yanting was being investigated for being involved in some shady deals at a massage palour.


She was lucky she’s not there when the raid happened, but she was listed as a employee there and the authorities are investigating.



One of the chef added that Thomas engaged a lawyer for her, adding that once he has taken over, he would get her back to the catering company.








1.30pm



I kept a low profile, sticking to the group of local uncle and aunties while I kept an eye on the PRC staffs who kept to their own group.


I almost gagged on my breakfast as I caught 1 of them putting his feet up on the chair and rubbing in between his toes.

Another man was digging his nose before wiping on his apron as he gestured and spoke loudly in his native dialect.



One lady had such oily hair that I felt nauseous just looking at that glossy shine. Yes, I could see her hair meant her hair net was off.



It was such a fucking put off.





I shuddered at the thought of eating food prepared by them.






2pm



I saw Joan’s parents arrived and they went into the office.





2.30pm


Through the gaps and crevices of the equipment, I saw Yanting and Thomas entered the office.

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I kept checking my phone, not wanting to miss out on Joan’s message in case she needed me inside.




I was perspiring as I wandered around, talking to the staff and kept checking my phone.


3.15pm


The office door opened and I could hear raised voices.


It was loud.



A couple of staff huddled over and as I went closer, I can tell it was Yanting’s voice.




Yanting : 搞什么嘛？ 讲不讲礼呀。。。( What is this , it’s unreasonable )


Yanting : 如果在国内你这么样搞。。。你玩完了。。。肯定玩蛋。。 ( If you do this in China, you’re dead )



She went on a loud rant, and as I made my way to the front, she was ranting and shouting like a crazy bitch, pointing her finger at Joan.



Yanting : I know…. You do this..



She spoke in her usual smatter of irritating English, accusing Joan of something.



Joan’s parents started to raise their voices too , so did Thomas.






Soon the commotion attracted the attention of the PRC gang at the far end and they too huddled and squeeze their way rudely pass everyone into the office.


I could feel my hair on the back of my neck standing.


The commotion is getting me excited.



You could feel the tension in the air, I can smell the hostility and it’s like this weird anticipation in your gut.




It’s like an angry mob waiting for a spark.


A spark to set everyone off.





The group of PRC workers started talking loudly too for some reason.


A couple of locals who got shoved rudely pushed back.



Chao chee byes….. KNN….. Pu bor Kia…. Rang out generously.





The ah beng chefs from Malaysia shoved back the PRCs and showed their fingers.





The local uncles pulled off their apron and walked right up to the front, ready for the big game.





I could not help but smile as I felt this exhilarating sense of confrontation filling me from the inside.



I haven’t felt this excited since my first gangfight back in secondary school.


Ok, I admit I exaggerated a little.

It’s just 12 kids who are barely 15 hitting each other with whatever they can get their hands on in the sports room.




I snapped myself out of it and I pushed my way into the office in time to see Yanting pointing her finger at Joan and shouting in her face.





Yanting : In China…. You will be done….!!



Yanting : Nobody do things like this !!! Back home…. You and your family ….finish !



Yanting : Come to China…. I show you !!!... I show you how we do things in CHINA !!





It was worse than a fish market.


The din was deafening





I squeezed pass the crowd to get into the room.



I was barely 3 steps from Joan when it happened.



It fucking happened.



I saw Joan gave me a look with her gentle eyes before she flashed me a brief smile.





I felt my balls shrink for an instance before the rush of endorphins slam it’s way into the back of my head.

It’s fucking felt better than an orgasm I kid you not.




I would give anything to be back in that spot, on that day when it happened.




I watched at Joan slammed her hands down on the table, the loud smack echoed in the room, causing a ripple of silence that lasted barely a second amongst the angry crowd.


But it was enough.



That second of silence was enough.





She grabbed onto Yanting’s finger roughly without warning right when she was about to rant of something about China once more.




Joan : THIS ……IS …. SINGAPORE !!



With that, I saw the first slap left Joan’s hand and connected with Yanting’s face.

Not contented with the slap, she kicked the office chair in front of her , sending it flying towards Yanting.



With the cracked of furniture hitting furniture, and Thomas trying to hold on to Yanting, the entire office erupted into chaos.