Big trouble in little india

[diputs1269]

Interesting updates here, more please.

[sexcision]

Love ilock’s witty humour 😂

[badboy]

he should ask

"can I have a testing first?"

hee...


Cheers
Badboy

[hardintongue]

Fantastic story!!

[ml1138]

Wow!!!!another suspension from iLock.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Yiling had a key in her hand and she released me from the wrist cuffs.

I wiped my mouth as I stared at her.
Well she is direct, that I have to give it to her.

Yiling : I know how this is going to sound… you would probably think I’m crazy but I need your help…



Jeff : errr…. What do you need ? you want to apply for a BTO flat ?

She gave me an exasperated look before resuming to unlock the other cuff from my hands.

Yiling : you know… I only just caught wind of this a while ago and….believe me…. No matter how many times I try to run this through my head, I think it sounds crazy….



Yiling crossed her legs and leaned forward with her arms crossed.

Yiling : I…. I meant it in a serious way…. When I ask you to be my husband…. As in… play the role of my husband….


I stared at her without a word, giving her a lost look. I actually kind of sympathised with her situation. She’s still pretty new in this line and for Owen to throw her into the deep end of the pool, it’s unfair.

He would probably say life is unfair if I tell him this.



I could see it was tearing her up inside as she tried to think of a way to explain the situation to me.

For one, she cannot let me know her true identity. Yet she still has to make it compelling enough for me to agree to help her.

Yiling : Ok…. I’ll try to sum it up as simply as I can….

Jeff : Ok….

Yiling :Benson’s dead…. But my sister is still not aware of it….


Jeff : errr….. ok… I am aware of it…


She immediately cupped her hands to my mouth with her eyes wide open.

That touch.

The softness of her hands covering my wet and drooling mouth. I was immediately hit with the scent of her body. There is the distinct smell of her shower foam, a brand I was pretty familiar with since I used a similar brand.

It’s a rainforest shower foam by a brand starting with N.


That sweet scent of the body wash hit me while infused with a heavy rose like scent of a hand cream.

In case you are still trying to form a picture, I was literally smelling Yiling’s hand as she chided me harshly about not saying anything I know about Benson.



Yiling : I told you !!! don’t say anything about him!!!! You are not supposed to know anything !!!


YIling came really close to me, and she had her right hand behind my neck while her left remain plastered on my mouth.

I did not expect a reaction this big.



There is no one else in the room and the control room is empty.

I had to hold back a laugh when she threatened to break my neck if I ever mention anything about Benson again.

Yiling : As far as you are concerned…. Benson is still alive… until …. Until….

Jeff : ergumm…rguhhmmm.rghumm…

Yiling: Until …. Fuck this…. Just know this… you are not suppose to know Benson is dead…. Unless I tell you….oh fuck… this is so confusing…

Yiling let go of me and I could see she was flustered.

Jeff : ok… ok.. calm down…

I wanted to make things easier for her and get this over with so I deliberately skipped any unnecessary questions. I just wanted her to tell me what she needed me to do.



Jeff : Ok… Yiling … look…. Relax…. I’ll help you…. Just tell me what you need me to do…

YIling : really ?


She looked at me in surprise.

Jeff : yeah….although it’s a bit fast for us to advance from a boyfriend / girlfriend to husband and wife….

Yiling laughed and took the chair opposite me again.

She brushed a stray fringe behind her ears as she crossed her legs before leaning forward again.


I could feel the rise in my cock as I tried hard not to look at the cleavage of her breast that is peering up at me. Yes I’ve seen her naked, but seeing her dressed is so much more sexier than seeing her without anything on.

Yiling wasted no time. She started talking about what she needed me to do and what we hoped to achieve.


Her sister and brother in law were due to meet someone important the next day.


Yiling : I don’t know who he is…. but he’s someone important…. We need to meet him… and establish his identity….

Jeff : ok got it…. Go on..

Yiling bit her lips for a brief moment before saying that she would need me to play the role of Benson, while she pretends she is her sister.

YIling : We would play the role of husband and wife….. and receive these guest….

Jeff : oh.. ok…

Yiling : My sister has met one of the representative before but it was 6 months ago…. I think I should be able to pull off as her with the right clothes…


Jeff : What about me ?

Yiling : You would play the role of my husband….

Before I could say anything , Yiling put up both her hands with her palms facing me.

Yiling : I know… I know… don’t worry about anything… the people I work for will take care of everything…. And I mean everything…. Everything we need to know to the wedding photos that we need to display in the house….. and I mean everything… that’s how good we are….



Jeff : errr…. Ok…..

I was about to ask who she works for just to see her reply but she beat me to it.

YIling : If I tell you who I work for…. I will have to kill you…

Jeff : Ok… noted.. you work for James bond and her majesty’s secret service…


Yiling : hahahha…

She slapped me playfully on the side of my arm and said she did not know I was that corny.

Yiling : what else are you hiding from me Jeff… hahah..


Jeff : I don’t know… maybe about the same as how much you are hiding from me…

Yiling smiled and shook her head.

Yiling : I really doubt it… haha… so… can I say you’re in ? ….we have a briefing to get to tomorrow morning…

Jeff : yeah… I’m in…

I could see her on the verge of throwing a punch into the air but she held back.


Yiling : Ok great… come… let’s get started…


Jeff : What ? … the briefing you said was for the next morning right ?

YIling : Yeah… but there’s so much to be done…. We need to start now…

She literally dragged me out of the briefing room while holding my hand.

Yiling : You need a shower by the way…

Jeff : yeah… I have milk all over me…



Yiling laughed and added that milk is easier to wash off than blood.

I let Yiling lead the way even though I’m familiar with the complex we were in.


She made a wrong turn while heading to the carpark and I stopped myself from correcting her, choosing to enjoy the brief moment of respite from the mental stress of doing my job.

I looked at Yiling as she walked on confidently in her heels. She looked just like your typical hot babe working in the middle of the financial district. Nothing on her face indicated she was just forcibly raped by her brother in law earlier that evening.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Her side profile looked the best. There is this oriental charm that you hardly find in girls these days with their thick makeup and edited online photos.

Her nose bridge is defined and there is a natural pout on her lips that you can only catch from the side profile.


Yiling turned to look at me, realising that I was staring at her.

She smiled and asked if I was ok.


Yiling : what’s wrong ? … are you ok ? hahah


As we approached the carpark, I blurted out to Yiling that I think she’s really beautiful.

Jeff : I… just think you are…. Really beautiful….

She raised an eyebrow before breaking into smile.


Yiling : thank you…. You’re just saying this because you feel embarrassed you’ve seen everything there is to see about me isn’t it ? .. haha

Jeff : ohh… ermmm

Yiling : I’m just toying with you… haha…

Yiling unlocked her car and I paused for a moment.


She’s driving a BMW Z4.

What the fuck man. I’m driving a old Toyota.

I began to wonder if Owen sent her to the class about being subtle when Yiling gestured for me to get in.


Jeff :wow… your job must be paying you well….

Yiling smile and said nothing.

When we get in, she locked the door and pointed a manicured finger at me. I could see the nail was already badly scratched, probably damaged earlier in the evening.


Yiling : don’t try to sound me out about my work ok …. Just know that I can kill you with a snap of my finger… hahah

Jeff : hahah… ok… fine.. fine…. Nice car…


Yiling : It’s a smooth ride…I like it…


I sat in the car with a hard on throughout my ride. We all think we know short dresses.

No we don’t



We don’t really know short dresses unless we see the woman wearing it driving in them.

With the low seat, slightly inclined, gravity teased with the hem of the short dress Yiling was wearing.

As we chatted, I could not help but steal glances at her thighs.


Even a subtle movement of her changing her foot from accelerator to the brakes would cause the dress to shift.

When it comes ot the red light, she would tug the bottom of her dress to cover a bit of her modesty. With the initial acceleration, the dress would fall back down again, causing more blood to fill my already hardened cock.


I pride myself on being a subtle peeper but inside the small confines of the car, I guess no amount of subtilty is enough.

Just as we turned into the driveway leading back to Benson’s house, Yiling finally pointed me out.

Yiling : I thought you had already seen everything….. why are you so hung up about my legs ?... hahah


Jeff : what… what ? … no… no… oh… I’m sorry… i… errr….

Yiling chuckled as she pulled up to the side of the house.

There are at least 7 other vehicles parked there.

I’m bound to see some familiar faces in there but I knew they will not acknowledge me. It’s part of their work requirements and Owen was very strict in that sense.

The tease ended when I saw the flash of a white panty as Yiling was getting down the car.


I had to stand still for a moment and adjust my erection discreetly.

Walking into the house, I could see the clean up is going on at breakneck speed. It’s like having an entire platoon of men cleaning up a small bunk before an inspection.

Benson’s men and the blood they left on the floor were gone.

In it’s place were the polished floor and neatly arranged furniture.

I saw Billy kneeling down by a small server cabinet near a study on the ground floor but he did not acknowledge me, choosing to concentrate on the 2 laptops he had in front of him.

The helpers and nannies were gone as well, in it’s place I saw 2 older ladies that I had come across a couple of years ago on another project. They were dressed in white with black pants, a unspoken uniform of sort for helper in the large house.

They went through the kitchen cabinet, familiarising themselves with where the utensils are kept to taking inventory of the things that are in the fridge. Owen is going all out for this.


Staff wearing gloves are removing all traces of Benson from the house, from photos to his personal tablets. I saw 2 man come down the stairs with the wedding portrait of Benson and Yvonne.

Following right behind them is Ben.

Who is Ben ?

Ben is a photographer, the agency’s photographer.


I’ve worked with him several times. Professional, cool and focus is what I would use to describe him and his team.


He did not acknowledged me, not even a nod as he went straight to Yiling, no doubt knowing the hierarchy order in this particular project.

Ben : we’re set up in the guest room….. time is tight… we have to do this through the night…

I looked at the time.


It was coming to 12 midnight. Looks like we will not be getting much sleep.

Yiling and I were brought to the study where the shooting crew had set up their equipment and backdrop. 3 guys were on standby with their macbooks plugged in and ready. A makeup artist assigned to each of us came right over and handed us the 1st set of clothes.


Yiling took it upon herself to explain what is happening.

Yiling : We need the photos to help sell the story of us being husband and wife….. it’s my first time doing this as well….

Jeff : oh… ok….


I took a quick shower before joining Yiling in the guest room.

We changed into something casual, berms and shorts for me while Yiing started off with singlet and a flare skirt.

Ben got us to start posing, giving specific instructions on where he want us to stand to where we should be looking.


10 shots in 3 poses for each set of clothing. Then we change.

The photos immediately got post processed.


I could see the 3 chaps clicking away on their laptop with their headphones plugged in.

By the time Yiling and I were in our 3rd set of clothings, I could see the photo machine printing.

Photos of Yiling and I at various spots in the country were printed for selection.


We started off with simple poses before the more elaborate ones that require props.

There are pictures of us on tables and chairs looking at each other while sipping a drink.

Ben : look at each other….. look at your husband…. Yes… yes… hold… good…

A lot is happening when Yiling and I were taking the photos.


You really think it’s just a photoshoot ?

Of course not.

It’s a building of tension.


And with each set, the tension grew.

We started off by changing behind a makeshift screen like those you see in clinics in the 80s. Flimsy screens on wheels.


By the 5th set of clothes, some how we started changing in full view of everyone.

We need to move fast.

My cock is constantly erected as I looked at Yiling’s body.

Stacks of clothes picked out by the makeup artist surrounded us and the variety of lingerie laid bare on the floor near Yiling. Her panty remains on of course but the bras.


God, seeing her change into different bra that belongs to her sister is a hell of a treat for the eyes.


She knows I’m watching, she knows the whole fucking room is watching and aside from concentrating on their work, the hardest part is to be trying to appear discreet while lusting over her body.

Yet we all put up a front. A front to be professional.


There is no doubt the sexual tension that is building up between YIling and me grew exponentially within that period.



Ben : hold her hand….. look at your husband…… put your hand on his cheek….. hug your wife from behind….. smell her hair…. Look at her neck….. cross your legs….sit on his lap…. Kiss your husband on his cheek…..put your hand on her thigh….. stroke her calves…. Touch her chin…..run your hand through her hair…..


Each of these instructions from Ben sounded mechanical, but there is absolutely nothing mechanical about it when we had to do it.



Our bodies touched and grazed each other.

The look in both our eyes.


The initial giggles and small talks were gone. Our eyes and erratic breathing did more of the talking than our mouths ever did.

My cock is leaking pre cum and I’m sure as hell Yiling is wet. This is getting a little serious.

[ilikeoldchangke]

Ben : kiss…. Kiss your wife on her lips…

I made another mental note to tell Owen that Ben deserves a larger bonus this year as I held Yiling close to me. We could feel our hot breaths on each other.


Her eyes closed before me and when our lips met, the warmth we exchanged via bodily fluids betrayed no hint that this was just a professional engagement, that we were just doing our job.

The clicking went on, the streaks of flash continued.

Ben : enough…. Change…

We graduated to more formal clothing. Suits, dresses and gowns. YIling had no issue fitting into her sister’s clothes while mine is a bit tricky. Benson’s recent wardrobe is too big for me and there is a limit to how much the crew can bring along.

Still, we made do with what we have.



Ben was drenched in perspiration as he directed the whole show, checking the time every once in a while.


The makeup piled on for Yiling. Her hair got styled. The room was filled with the rythemic churn of the photo printer and the hypnotic click of the mouse as the crew worked on without a word.

Each set of clothing changed seemed to be a turn in the tightly wound spring. Everyone in the room could feel the energy that had built up 3 hours into the whole shoot.


When I stepped out in my wedding suit with Yiling facing me in a grand white gown which showed off her ample breast, I was ready to cum on the spot. Our bodies were constantly in contact with each other.

There is no way she is not feeling the push of my cock against her tight wedding gown when I hug her from behind. The look of lust in her eyes as she leaned against my body, turned her head upwards to look at me as the bright flashes go off is impossible to miss.


The way we looked at each other was more than enough to communicate what we both wanted after the shoot is over.

At 3.45am, Ben call it a day and gave Yiling the thumbs up. His crew started packing up and they will be back later with the necessary photo frames and pictures.

My hair is caked with gel while Yiling had full makeup on including the fake eye lashes.


I was exhausted and so was she.

Billy appeared and he went straight to YIling as if I was invisible.

Billy : follow me…


We entered a cleaned up and sterilised master bedroom.


The poster bed had fresh sheets and pillowcase as if a professional chambermaid at a 5 star hotel had just finished setting it up.

There were no traces of blood on the floor, the carpet has been replaced. While there is still a strong smell of chemical and detergent in the room, it should go away after a while.

Billy handed us 2 sets of documents and a tablet.


Billy : read and memorise everything…..your lives depend on it…. It contains all correspondences and email Yvonne had with the client’s rep call Wendy.

Billy unzipped a black case which contains identity cards, passports, even credit cards that would support our new identity.

Billy : You’re husband and wife…. Go through the docket and make sure you know about each other’s lives….. The crew is almost done, we’re clearing out in 30 minutes….


Yiling : we’re staying here tonight ?

Billy replied without a change in expression.


Billy : You guys are the owner of this house…. Where else are you going to stay ?

Yiling removed her earrings and I watch her head towards the dresser and picked up a packet of makeup remover while still listening to Billy.


Right before Billy left he added that security crew will be assigned to us and will be in place before noon.

The 2 helpers have done an inventory check of the kitchen, they will need to stock up on food and drinks for the evening in case we need to entertain the client longer than expected.

Billy : guest room will be cleared out soon…….this room is just needs to get a bit of fresh air……. get some rest… project briefing will be at 10am later….

Yiling : ok… thank you…

Right before Billy leaves the room, he checks that Yiling has already made her way into the masterbath before giving me a wink.

That cheeky bastard.


Yiling started to remove her make up.

I could hear a couple of engine starting up at the ground floor.

Heading out, i saw Ben and his ben lugging some of their gear down the steps.

Everyone was in the midst of clearing out the house.



I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer form the fridge. The cold brew quenches my thirst and hydrated my body but as the alcohol kicked in, I could feel my other thirst slowly building up.

I grabbed a few bottles of beer and chug them into a bucket before filling it with ice.

I opened a few cupboards and found a bag of chips.

My erection was raging hard and I could swing it to close the cupboard door if I wanted to.


I head back up the stairs as I heard the last vehicle engine start up before backing out of the driveway.


I entered the room and I could hear the shower.

The door is not close.

If this is not an invitation, I don’t know what it is.


I dropped the food and drinks on the dresser table and I walked into the bathroom.

There she was.

Yiling was naked in the shower, hot water pelting down on her body as her head angled sideways. She stroked the shampoo off her shoulder length hair as the steam from the bot bath hit me where I stood.

She did not say anything and I did not move.


Yiling turned her back towards me and I was deliberating whether to take her in the shower.

I was caught instead in a trance as I watch her wash her body.

Her fingers running through her hair, sliding down her neck before settling on her firm breast. Her erected nipples diverting the flow of water before it runs down her belly button and down to her vagina.


Her feet, standing in a small forest of disappearing foam. Her left leg raised up, getting a rub down by her hands.

It’s been a while since I allowed myself to be tease to this extent.

I have a monster of an appetite when it comes to sex.

I continued watching, enjoying the deliberate show that Yiling was putting on for me.

The water stopped, and Yiling’s hand stretched out of the shower stall, gesturing to the ash coloured towel hanging beside me.

I took it.


Instead of throwing it to her or passing over, I opened it, I spread the towel like I’m a matador in a bull ring.

A simple gesture with a powerful language hidden beneath.



Come


To


Me



Yiling’s lips parted a little as she covered her breast with her left arm, her right hand held back a dripping strand of hair.

She stepped out of the stall and walked into my towel.

I wrapped it around her, and if my cock could talk, it would fucking be screaming at me.



Yiling took over the towel and dried herself a little, wiping her face down. Wrapping herself up again, she looked at me.

I could see her eyelashes still wet from the shower.

Her breathe hit me as she exhaled without a word.


She put a foot forward, angling her body in an attempt to walk by me towards the bedroom. Our bodies touched and our eyes never left each other.

It’s a game.

A game to see which one of us could hold it in the longest.

I want her.


She wants me too.

Right before she walks past me, I closed the gapped between Yiling’s boday and mine, pressing gently on her, pinning her against the door.

I could feel a uncontrolled shiver as Yiling looked at me.


I leaned forward for a kiss and she received my tongue eagerly.

When we broke off, I told Yiling to put something on.


Jeff : Get dressed….

She pressed her lips against mine for a few seconds before pulling herself back reluctantly and asked.

Yiling : Why…..


I held onto her left cheek with my palm and kissed her again.


Jeff : because…. I like to do the undressing….

Yiling smiled and she kissed me again.


Removing her towel, she pressed it against my body, pushing me back towards the shower.

She wants me to use her towel, to relish in her scent before I take her.

Yiling walked naked out into the bedroom and I watch her open up her sister’s wardrobe.


A hanging treat of dresses, gowns and the tease of pink, silk and satin greeted both of us.


Yiling turned her head and saw that I was still staring at her.
She broke into a smile as her hand reached into the wardrobe as if she already found what she wanted.

She spoke, but without sound, mouthing the words slowly like a circus trainer teasing a wild animal.


Yiling : Don’t…..


Yiling : keep….


Yiling : me…..


YIling : waiting…..



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[otamay]

Nice suspense thriller here, more updates please.

[ml1138]

patiently waiting for the update..

[MrBigBadBird]

Very nice suspense!


Don’t


Keep


Us


Waiting.



😬

[pinkzar]

Yes, please don't keep us waiting TS

[lonesome1]

Please updates over the weekends bro!

[Tai_zi21]

Keep

It

Coming



Will be waiting for u till the next weekdays come

[ml1138]

We


Will


Keep


On


Waiting