Occupy Movement Singapore: Three Complete Novels

by CJ Tan

I kept pushing forward until my shaft was completely buried in Sienna’s tight cunt and my pubis slammed against her skinny ass. Sienna exhaled and tried to force herself to relax the muscles of her vagina. The damage had been done now; her chastity was taken and there was nothing she could do about it but to limit the pain she was experiencing. Her head filled with thoughts of sorrow and self-disgust;

  How could a micro-penis do so much damage?

  She pushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on relaxing her vagina.

 

  As I began to thrust in and out of her in a steady but hard rhythm she tried to take her mind off what was happening to her.

 

  She did not use contraception but she knew that there were 'day after' pills that could be taken by women to prevent them from becoming pregnant.

 

  But she still dreaded the thought of this thug depositing his sperm inside her. She screwed up her eyes and, panting and quivering as I pounded away at her sore cunny, she tried to take her consciousness away from the situation but she couldn't.

  Then she felt the man push himself deep inside her and his pubis slammed against her buttocks and he ground himself against her and emptied his seed deep inside her.

  She could feel the warm ejaculate splash against the walls of her vagina. At least the man's semen lubricated her vagina and eased some of the pain.

 

  "Oh yeah baby! Fuck that tight pussy!" I howled as I climaxed.

  "Ok; when is the next $5000 ready, you cheap slut?" I sniggered.

  Well I was high on cheap apricot brandy by the time I got there in XingPost Ltd. He wasn’t too hard to find. Slightly with a tummy paunch and hairline slightly receding. Looked about in his forties. Strutting some brochures down the post office retail shop with a slightly awkward gait. Must have been tired from all that standing.

  I stopped and observed for a distance at the XingPost Retail Outlet Shop. You notice, the large sign / billboard at XingPost Post Office or its advertisements it’s on Financial loans at the front area. “ezyCash now offers you a loan amount of up to S$100,000. With attractive interest rates, you don’t need to fell the pinch when repaying your loan.”

  Only when you walk further into the shop can you find the parcel services, franking and postage services. Services that hardly give revenue to XingPost.

  I pushed the glass door open and I was feeling a little shy. Said, “Hellow.” As he kept on walking and I walked beside him.

  He asked, didn’t stop moving. “What? The parcel services that way.” He pointed, without giving me eye contact.

  “You offering personal loan?” I said, pretending to read a stand-up banner.

  “Sorry, you must be employed.” Poh Quee sized me up, looked up and down. Probably saw that I was a poor guy with tucked out shirt and cheap bermuda shorts.

  “What makes you think I am unemployed?”

  “You smell like a walking glass of brandy.” That’s because my crotch smells like one too.

  “Can’t I drink and still work? I multi-task.”

  “Probably,” Poh Quee sighed and directed me to another table with seats. He took out a pen from his shirt pocket. “How much you want for a loan?”

  I sat down. Finally his eyes and my eyes met. I drew out his iPhone from my shirt pocket as well. The distinctive Hello Kitty casing drew him. His eyes lit up finally. “Hey, where did you pick up my phone?”

  “From PHA. You dropped it there. Your wife said you worked here when she called you.”

  “Ex…..” Poh Quee looked away from me again at the mention of Sienna. “Tramp” He muttered under his breath. “So what brings you here?”

  “As I said, I need a loan for my house renovation.”

  Poh Quee swept his hands across the table to pick up his iPhone. He ran his fingers to check for missed calls and found that they were all from Sienna and cursed again.

  “Expecting a call from your clients?”

  “Yea. If not I can be fired soon for failing to meet the quota.” Poh Quee pushed the mini-photocopying machine forward and requested for my latest pay slips and identification card.

  “Drats. I forgot my pay slip.”

  “It’s ok. You can send a copy through this mailbox.” Poh Quee took out his pen and namecard. He reversed the card, paused for a second before he wrote down his mailbox address.

  Finally, I relented. “Listen. If you need help, talk to me. We are in the same boat.”

  He broke into small laughter: “I don’t know who is weirder you or me.”

  I felt nothing was impossible, people can talk to one another if they make the effort. I thought Poh Quee and I could make the effort to befriend each other. I said, “Well, working in Xingpost doesn’t seem like such a bad place.”

  “Why do you think Sienna dumped me?” He was on edge. “There ain’t nothing between us now. She clearly is a fair-weathered Pinoy with no scruples or morals.” He pushed the namecard to me. “Just mail it to me. I will process the loan in a few days time and the money will be deposited into your bank account.”

  Said, “You can’t live like this. It is hell. If you ain’t sick now, you will soon get sick.”

  “God, are you square,” Poh Quee swore at me softly. He looked away. Started drumming away at the table with his fingertips. "XingPost lied about selling of assets and they lied when they said workers' jobs would be safe. I was relegated to a sales position and telling white lies to customers like you."

  I said, "Like a marriage going bad?

  Poh Quee said, "Nay. Being demoted is never such a total shock because the signs are always there. As a general manager in XingPost I knew there was the possibility that my position would be made redundant. First they hire Pinoys is the first sign. Then after that, they promote their own people to higher ranks. I am top-heavy – old and too high salaried so they slowly redesignated my vocation and here I am, begging you to buy any financial package I have.”

  I asked, “So what you have?”

  Poh Quee pushed me a few brochures, “Loan of $10,000 or 4X your monthly income, whichever is lower. Minimum annual income of $20,000.Your approved loan amount will be credited directly to your designated bank account.”

  I broke into a small laughter, “What’s the catch?”

  Poh Quee had this mischievous glint in his eyes, “15 per cent annum. S$300 per month….. I am a legalised loan shark. In addition, I have to do debt recovery by chasing …..”

  A rough nasty tap on his shoulder. Poh Quee turned around and a Pinoy (probably his boss, his name tag spelled Bobby Velaquez) signalled him to look behind him. A woman dressed in some branded fashion apparel and dripping with heavy jewellery were looking at some shopping products in the glass cabinet.

  “Excuse me. Sorry. I have to serve her now.” Poh Quee got up and left me in my seat. I picked up his namecard and left.

  I tried not to alarm him. He was looking at me strangely as I walked past him and I said, “I will fix it.”

  I assured him I meant what I said. I said I had to get on now but I would be in touch with him soon. Couldn’t stand to tell him more. I left him there. Too much on my mind.

  I emailed Poh Quee on his Facebook. His rest day was on Monday. He agreed to meet me but only on the condition that I am not a faggot who is interested in gay sex. Maybe he thinks I am but at that juncture, he seemed quit desperate to befriend anyone who could lend a ear to his woes.

  Now I see it clearly. My whole life has pointed in one direction. There has never been any choice for me. If I can save someone, it has got to be Poh Quee.